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Creepy Little French Dude
Disclaimer : Not mine
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With school starting in less than a week, the three began to make plans for the necessary trip to Diagon Alley. The trouble
was, for safety’s sake, the three could not be seen together, lest an apocalypse ensue. Therefore, after much deliberation, Severus
agreed to cast glamour over each of them in turn, so they could best assure their identities would not be discovered.
Starting with his godson, Severus darkened the boy’s pale hair and eyes, and sneer when he saw how much this caused
him to resemble his dearly departed cousin. He added scattered freckles, and opted for bright blue eyes, instead of the deep brown.
Once he had successfully destroyed the image of Black, he turned his wand on Harry. First to go was his scar, disappearing under a
cloak of magic. Another flick of his wand and his hair began to lengthen, and change colour. Once the now ginger hair had reached
just past his shoulders Severus stopped it, tying it back with a leather cord. He left the eyes as they were, but corrected the vision.
As Harry removed his now useless glasses to get a proper look at himself in the mirror he froze. He almost
looked like Bill Weasley, or like…
“Your mother.” The potions Master said in a voice barely above a whisper… He shook his head to clear it, and turned his
wand on himself. His hair faded into a sandy blonde, as did his eyes, which were now a dull blue. His nose became less
pronounced, and his hollow cheekbones filled out slightly. Waving his wand a few more times he pronounced them ready
to go. Draco burst out laughing at Severus’ new Scottish accent, and was horrified to discover his own thick cockney one.
Harry on the other hand had a pleasant Irish voice.
“It’s not fair.” Draco complained. “I’m rich,. I should not have this kind of voice.”
Severus smiled amusedly, and shrugged, taking their hands, and with a sudden ‘pop’ they were gone.
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After reappearing in Diagon Alley, the two boys had driven Severus up the wall, dragging him from shop to shop, with
scarcely a moments break in between. Finally, Severus managed to bribe them to stop for a moment with the prospect of ice cream.
Stopping at a rather dubious looking cart on the side of the street, which had a painted sign, reading: Monsieur Lenny’s Ice Cream
and other Frozen Delights, which housed a shady looking wizard, who glared at them, puffing on a cigar, which puffed thick green
smoke.. Severus let the boy’s order their favourite flavours of ice cream, while he opted for a Lascivious Lime lolly. Draco had
chosen Cockroach Crunch, and Harry ordered a muggle variety called cookies and cream. Severus could not help but stare at the
Boy Who Lived as he lapped at his cool treat, his pink tongue lapping at the quickly melting ice cream. Severus scarfed down his
lolly and excused himself, rushing off to the bathroom. On the way back he paused in front of a store, looking over to where Draco
and Harry sat, chatting amicably. He smiled, slipping inside.
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.Returning to the picnic table where Draco and Harry sat Severus grinned inwardly, sitting down beside the green eyed boy.
“A belated birthday present.” He said, reaching inside his cloak an plopping a tiny bundle of fur in the boys hands. Harry gasped
at the tiny calico kitten, which mewed at him a licked his hand. Harry laughed. The most beautiful, truly happy laugh Severus had
ever heard.
“Thank you!” He cried, wrapping his arms around the older man and hugging him tightly.
“Think nothing of if.”
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After assuring Harry profusely that the kitten would not be harmed, the boy who lived allowed Severus to banish him
back to the dungeons. Upon Draco’s insistence that he finish his entire three scoops of cockroach crunch, Severus and Harry
continued their shopping. The Potion’s Master practically had to drag the younger boy into Sinorita Keshi’s Custom Clothing,
and once inside he proceed to shove clothes into the boy’s arms, shoving him towards the fitting room with a smirk on his face.
As soon as Harry had finished trying on every single outfit, and parading about in them for Snape’s enjoyment, the older
man insisted on buying all of them. He even went so far as to torch his old clothes, and force his to wear his favourite outfit, which
consisted of rather form fitting, dragon hide pants, in a deep hunter-green, paired with a loose white blouse, unbuttoned, revealing
a black, form fitting t-shirt.
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After fetching Draco, the three found a rather shady looking pub, which would not think twice about serving minors.
After making Draco promise on all his hair products that he would not tell Narcissa, Severus ordered several pints of Fire whiskey,
and they found one of the few empty tables.
Across the bar, was the ice-cream man-Monsieur Lenny, spectrally drunk, and doing an odd gig on the top of his table,
while singing catchy French tune.
“I sincerely doubt that man’s sanity.” Draco muttered into his tankard. Severus snickered, looking amusedly at Harry who grinned
widely and began clapping along to the beat. The older man linked in surprise, and then laughed, joining in..
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Draco excused himself, stepping into a back alley for a smoke. He was slightly put off when he saw the strange ice-cream
vendor leaning against the brick wall, puffing on a thick, smelly cigar. He glared at the young Malfoy, walking straight over to him,
with his chest puffed out.
“Que regardez-vous le, joli garçon, stupide?” He asked haughtily, throwing down his smelly cigar. Draco blinked.
“Um…”
Suddenly, Monsieur Lenny began doing a gig on top of the still smouldering cigar, putting it out in the process.
“Je le prends que vous ne sucerez pas mon pénis? Le puits partent alors.” With a sharp nod of his head, he stumbled
off, humming a bar of his song. Draco frowned, lighting his cigarette.
“…Creepy little French dude.”
( It’s meant to say :What are you looking at you stupid, pretty boy?
Although the actual translation is: What do you look at the pretty stupid boy?
It’s meant to say: I take it that you will not suck my penis? Well go away then.
It actually translates to: I take it that you will not suck my penis? The well leaves then.)
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Severus had jus finished pulling his nightshirt over his head when there was a soft knock at the door to his bedchambers.
He was rather surprised to find the Boy Who Lived, clutching his kitten to his chest, eyes on the floor.
“Yes, Harry?” He asked, trying to sound pleasant.
“Um…I was…” He flushed, seeming unspeakably flustered. “I was wondering if I could, um…sleep with you?…maybe. If not
that’s okay. I’msorryIasked,I’lljustgoawaynow,sorry sir.” He finished quickly, turning to leave. The Potion’s Master chuckled,
“Harry.” He said gently. The boy turned around hopefully.
“Come on in.”
Severus was quite proud of himself, being all non-creepy old man, but he was about to go mad with lust… He had resisted
Harry all day long, and now here he was in his bed, looking far too cute to be allowed, playing with his kitten. He sighed, trying to
pretend he was asleep and wish away his growing erection through shear force of will. Of course, the kitten could not allow this.
He pounced onto his chest quite suddenly, given Severus a right fright, and then proceeded to bat at his hair, much to Harry’s
amusement and Severus’ disgust. He awkwardly picked it up by the scruff of the neck and passed him back to Harry. Animals
and He did not get along. Glancing at the boy he figured there was no use pretending, and sat up slightly, making sure the covers
hid his lap sufficiently.
“Does he have a name yet?” He asked, smiling as Harry affectionately rubbed the tiny cat’s belly.
“I’m not sure yet. There’s a couple I really like.”
“Personally I like Grim Death., but I leave it up to you judgement.”
Harry smiled softly, but something seemed to be bothering him.
“What’s wrong?” Snape asked, genuinely concerned.
Harry bit his lip, setting the cat down in it’s basket by the bed.
“Well. I have this problem; and I’m not quite sure what to do.”
“Maybe I can help.” Severus offered, taking his chin and gently tipping it up towards him.
“Well…you see…there’s, this guy…who I like, but he’s kind of a clueless git, so I think I’m going to have to make the first move.”
Severus faltered a moment. Harry liked someone? A male someone?
“And I know I shouldn’t be interested in…anyone, right now, considering what I’ve been through, but I am. Moreover, I’m not going
to let all that crap ruin this for me. I trust him, which is a big deal for me. The only men I’ve ever trusted were Sirius, Remus and
Dumbledore, but Sirius is dead, and Dumbledore…” He sighed, trailing off.
Severus gave a half-hearted smile.
“Well then, I suggest you go for it then, if you care for him.”
The Boy Who Lived grinned.
“Right then. “ He leaned in and kissed him gently. “Sev, I like you.”
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With school starting in less than a week, the three began to make plans for the necessary trip to Diagon Alley. The trouble
was, for safety’s sake, the three could not be seen together, lest an apocalypse ensue. Therefore, after much deliberation, Severus
agreed to cast glamour over each of them in turn, so they could best assure their identities would not be discovered.
Starting with his godson, Severus darkened the boy’s pale hair and eyes, and sneer when he saw how much this caused
him to resemble his dearly departed cousin. He added scattered freckles, and opted for bright blue eyes, instead of the deep brown.
Once he had successfully destroyed the image of Black, he turned his wand on Harry. First to go was his scar, disappearing under a
cloak of magic. Another flick of his wand and his hair began to lengthen, and change colour. Once the now ginger hair had reached
just past his shoulders Severus stopped it, tying it back with a leather cord. He left the eyes as they were, but corrected the vision.
As Harry removed his now useless glasses to get a proper look at himself in the mirror he froze. He almost
looked like Bill Weasley, or like…
“Your mother.” The potions Master said in a voice barely above a whisper… He shook his head to clear it, and turned his
wand on himself. His hair faded into a sandy blonde, as did his eyes, which were now a dull blue. His nose became less
pronounced, and his hollow cheekbones filled out slightly. Waving his wand a few more times he pronounced them ready
to go. Draco burst out laughing at Severus’ new Scottish accent, and was horrified to discover his own thick cockney one.
Harry on the other hand had a pleasant Irish voice.
“It’s not fair.” Draco complained. “I’m rich,. I should not have this kind of voice.”
Severus smiled amusedly, and shrugged, taking their hands, and with a sudden ‘pop’ they were gone.
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
After reappearing in Diagon Alley, the two boys had driven Severus up the wall, dragging him from shop to shop, with
scarcely a moments break in between. Finally, Severus managed to bribe them to stop for a moment with the prospect of ice cream.
Stopping at a rather dubious looking cart on the side of the street, which had a painted sign, reading: Monsieur Lenny’s Ice Cream
and other Frozen Delights, which housed a shady looking wizard, who glared at them, puffing on a cigar, which puffed thick green
smoke.. Severus let the boy’s order their favourite flavours of ice cream, while he opted for a Lascivious Lime lolly. Draco had
chosen Cockroach Crunch, and Harry ordered a muggle variety called cookies and cream. Severus could not help but stare at the
Boy Who Lived as he lapped at his cool treat, his pink tongue lapping at the quickly melting ice cream. Severus scarfed down his
lolly and excused himself, rushing off to the bathroom. On the way back he paused in front of a store, looking over to where Draco
and Harry sat, chatting amicably. He smiled, slipping inside.
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.Returning to the picnic table where Draco and Harry sat Severus grinned inwardly, sitting down beside the green eyed boy.
“A belated birthday present.” He said, reaching inside his cloak an plopping a tiny bundle of fur in the boys hands. Harry gasped
at the tiny calico kitten, which mewed at him a licked his hand. Harry laughed. The most beautiful, truly happy laugh Severus had
ever heard.
“Thank you!” He cried, wrapping his arms around the older man and hugging him tightly.
“Think nothing of if.”
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After assuring Harry profusely that the kitten would not be harmed, the boy who lived allowed Severus to banish him
back to the dungeons. Upon Draco’s insistence that he finish his entire three scoops of cockroach crunch, Severus and Harry
continued their shopping. The Potion’s Master practically had to drag the younger boy into Sinorita Keshi’s Custom Clothing,
and once inside he proceed to shove clothes into the boy’s arms, shoving him towards the fitting room with a smirk on his face.
As soon as Harry had finished trying on every single outfit, and parading about in them for Snape’s enjoyment, the older
man insisted on buying all of them. He even went so far as to torch his old clothes, and force his to wear his favourite outfit, which
consisted of rather form fitting, dragon hide pants, in a deep hunter-green, paired with a loose white blouse, unbuttoned, revealing
a black, form fitting t-shirt.
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After fetching Draco, the three found a rather shady looking pub, which would not think twice about serving minors.
After making Draco promise on all his hair products that he would not tell Narcissa, Severus ordered several pints of Fire whiskey,
and they found one of the few empty tables.
Across the bar, was the ice-cream man-Monsieur Lenny, spectrally drunk, and doing an odd gig on the top of his table,
while singing catchy French tune.
“I sincerely doubt that man’s sanity.” Draco muttered into his tankard. Severus snickered, looking amusedly at Harry who grinned
widely and began clapping along to the beat. The older man linked in surprise, and then laughed, joining in..
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Draco excused himself, stepping into a back alley for a smoke. He was slightly put off when he saw the strange ice-cream
vendor leaning against the brick wall, puffing on a thick, smelly cigar. He glared at the young Malfoy, walking straight over to him,
with his chest puffed out.
“Que regardez-vous le, joli garçon, stupide?” He asked haughtily, throwing down his smelly cigar. Draco blinked.
“Um…”
Suddenly, Monsieur Lenny began doing a gig on top of the still smouldering cigar, putting it out in the process.
“Je le prends que vous ne sucerez pas mon pénis? Le puits partent alors.” With a sharp nod of his head, he stumbled
off, humming a bar of his song. Draco frowned, lighting his cigarette.
“…Creepy little French dude.”
( It’s meant to say :What are you looking at you stupid, pretty boy?
Although the actual translation is: What do you look at the pretty stupid boy?
It’s meant to say: I take it that you will not suck my penis? Well go away then.
It actually translates to: I take it that you will not suck my penis? The well leaves then.)
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
Severus had jus finished pulling his nightshirt over his head when there was a soft knock at the door to his bedchambers.
He was rather surprised to find the Boy Who Lived, clutching his kitten to his chest, eyes on the floor.
“Yes, Harry?” He asked, trying to sound pleasant.
“Um…I was…” He flushed, seeming unspeakably flustered. “I was wondering if I could, um…sleep with you?…maybe. If not
that’s okay. I’msorryIasked,I’lljustgoawaynow,sorry sir.” He finished quickly, turning to leave. The Potion’s Master chuckled,
“Harry.” He said gently. The boy turned around hopefully.
“Come on in.”
Severus was quite proud of himself, being all non-creepy old man, but he was about to go mad with lust… He had resisted
Harry all day long, and now here he was in his bed, looking far too cute to be allowed, playing with his kitten. He sighed, trying to
pretend he was asleep and wish away his growing erection through shear force of will. Of course, the kitten could not allow this.
He pounced onto his chest quite suddenly, given Severus a right fright, and then proceeded to bat at his hair, much to Harry’s
amusement and Severus’ disgust. He awkwardly picked it up by the scruff of the neck and passed him back to Harry. Animals
and He did not get along. Glancing at the boy he figured there was no use pretending, and sat up slightly, making sure the covers
hid his lap sufficiently.
“Does he have a name yet?” He asked, smiling as Harry affectionately rubbed the tiny cat’s belly.
“I’m not sure yet. There’s a couple I really like.”
“Personally I like Grim Death., but I leave it up to you judgement.”
Harry smiled softly, but something seemed to be bothering him.
“What’s wrong?” Snape asked, genuinely concerned.
Harry bit his lip, setting the cat down in it’s basket by the bed.
“Well. I have this problem; and I’m not quite sure what to do.”
“Maybe I can help.” Severus offered, taking his chin and gently tipping it up towards him.
“Well…you see…there’s, this guy…who I like, but he’s kind of a clueless git, so I think I’m going to have to make the first move.”
Severus faltered a moment. Harry liked someone? A male someone?
“And I know I shouldn’t be interested in…anyone, right now, considering what I’ve been through, but I am. Moreover, I’m not going
to let all that crap ruin this for me. I trust him, which is a big deal for me. The only men I’ve ever trusted were Sirius, Remus and
Dumbledore, but Sirius is dead, and Dumbledore…” He sighed, trailing off.
Severus gave a half-hearted smile.
“Well then, I suggest you go for it then, if you care for him.”
The Boy Who Lived grinned.
“Right then. “ He leaned in and kissed him gently. “Sev, I like you.”
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