Snippets of Desire
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
3,303
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Telling Hermione
“Why did you give her the book?” Ron fidgeted while he said it.
“It’s not like we were doing all that well.” Harry replied, remaining casually posed on the couch though his foot twitched back and forth.
“We were doing all right.” Ron was sitting rigidly upright in the armchair that matched the couch in the Grimmauld living room.
“Err, um…you know how….Hermione, have you ever….err…umm.” Harry mocked.
Ron blushed and glared.
“Hermione likes book. They’re logical and direct.” Harry continued. “Plus, I panicked.”
“What if she…doesn’t, you know…like what she reads.”
“You mean that part about shield brothers mating like rabid weasels?” Harry said lightly, his mouth pinched tight.
Ron nodded miserably.
“I don’t know.” Harry stared into space.
Light steps on the stairs brought both men to their feet. Without thinking, their hands met and each received comforting messages from the other through their link.
Hermione burst through the door, her fingers marking a page 3/4ths of the way through the small, black book in her hands.
“Have you guys tried any of these, what were they called…” She opened and frowned. “Ah yes, Power Exchanges and Amplification spells? They sound incredible and being able to do some of these could make a big difference later. Where did you guys get this book anyway?”
“Snape.” Ron sounded a little strangled.
Hermione’s eyes widened. “How did that happen?”
“Well,” Harry shrugged. “We’re not really sure. He just walked up to me one day and said I might find it useful. I haven’t talked to him about it…that would be…uncomfortable.”
“Hermione, did you…read the whole book?” Ron asked, rubbing damp palms against his pant legs.
“Of course I did.” Hermione cut him a withering glare.
“Even the bits…you know…” Ron stammered off.
“You mean how shiedmates often arise in a time of war, can read one another’s minds, can heal and move faster, and amplify one another’s magic. Did I miss anything?” Hermione frowned at the book as if daring it to withhold information from her.
“Well, I think Ron…he’s referring…I mean…” Harry shifted from foot to foot, blushing furiously.
“We’re shagging!” Ron babbled. “All the time. All over the place. I mean, constantly. I never even knew some of these positions existed. Harry does this thing…”
Harry’s mouth dropped open in horror and Ron trailed off, staring at the floor.
“Oh. I knew that already.” Hermione giggled at both Harry and Ron’s expression.
“You…you…” Ron’s mouth worked like a fish out of water.
“How?” Harry demanded.
“Are you serious? I know you guys like the back of my hand. I knew something was up this summer. The two of you were acting a little weird around each other. Then, after our, um, Death Eater adventure…I knew for sure. I figured it out right around the time I pegged Snape and Trelawney as a couple.” Hermione’s nose and eyebrows wrinkled as she spoke.
“Snape and Trewlaney!” Harry squawked.
“What?” Ron said in horror at the same time.
“Wait a minute. You guys thought I was going to reject you because you’re shagging. You actually thought I would ditch you!” Hermione threw the book at Ron and pointed an accusatory finger at them both.
“Well, now don’t take it like than Hermione.” Harry held his hands out in an attempt to placate her.
“Bugger that! I am one of your closest friends. How could you think that about me?” A red flush was starting to creep up her neck.
“We’re just nervous, Hermione.” Ron ran a hand over his face and sat down. “What the hell are we supposed to think about any of this? We don’t know what we think, how could we guess what you would do?” Ron stared at his hands as he spoke.
“I would have hoped you thought a little more of me.” Hermione sniffed though her skin started to return to a more normal color. “I would never reject you guys because of who you are dating- male or female.”
“Oh yeah?” Harry twisted a smile. “What if one of us started dating, say, Pansy Parkinson?”
Hermione’s face twisted up on itself. Then, with effort, she smoothed it down. In a pious and condescending tone she said, “I would support you no matter what Harry.” Then she grinned. “I’d even give you a ball-gag as a congratulations present. Cutting out her nasal voice would make your relationship last that much longer.”
Ron snorted in laughter. Harry tried to keep a straight face but he gave up as Ron laughed even louder.
“So, tell me about these amplification spells. Have you tried any?” Hermione asked, once the laughter had wheezed to a stop.
“It’s not like we were doing all that well.” Harry replied, remaining casually posed on the couch though his foot twitched back and forth.
“We were doing all right.” Ron was sitting rigidly upright in the armchair that matched the couch in the Grimmauld living room.
“Err, um…you know how….Hermione, have you ever….err…umm.” Harry mocked.
Ron blushed and glared.
“Hermione likes book. They’re logical and direct.” Harry continued. “Plus, I panicked.”
“What if she…doesn’t, you know…like what she reads.”
“You mean that part about shield brothers mating like rabid weasels?” Harry said lightly, his mouth pinched tight.
Ron nodded miserably.
“I don’t know.” Harry stared into space.
Light steps on the stairs brought both men to their feet. Without thinking, their hands met and each received comforting messages from the other through their link.
Hermione burst through the door, her fingers marking a page 3/4ths of the way through the small, black book in her hands.
“Have you guys tried any of these, what were they called…” She opened and frowned. “Ah yes, Power Exchanges and Amplification spells? They sound incredible and being able to do some of these could make a big difference later. Where did you guys get this book anyway?”
“Snape.” Ron sounded a little strangled.
Hermione’s eyes widened. “How did that happen?”
“Well,” Harry shrugged. “We’re not really sure. He just walked up to me one day and said I might find it useful. I haven’t talked to him about it…that would be…uncomfortable.”
“Hermione, did you…read the whole book?” Ron asked, rubbing damp palms against his pant legs.
“Of course I did.” Hermione cut him a withering glare.
“Even the bits…you know…” Ron stammered off.
“You mean how shiedmates often arise in a time of war, can read one another’s minds, can heal and move faster, and amplify one another’s magic. Did I miss anything?” Hermione frowned at the book as if daring it to withhold information from her.
“Well, I think Ron…he’s referring…I mean…” Harry shifted from foot to foot, blushing furiously.
“We’re shagging!” Ron babbled. “All the time. All over the place. I mean, constantly. I never even knew some of these positions existed. Harry does this thing…”
Harry’s mouth dropped open in horror and Ron trailed off, staring at the floor.
“Oh. I knew that already.” Hermione giggled at both Harry and Ron’s expression.
“You…you…” Ron’s mouth worked like a fish out of water.
“How?” Harry demanded.
“Are you serious? I know you guys like the back of my hand. I knew something was up this summer. The two of you were acting a little weird around each other. Then, after our, um, Death Eater adventure…I knew for sure. I figured it out right around the time I pegged Snape and Trelawney as a couple.” Hermione’s nose and eyebrows wrinkled as she spoke.
“Snape and Trewlaney!” Harry squawked.
“What?” Ron said in horror at the same time.
“Wait a minute. You guys thought I was going to reject you because you’re shagging. You actually thought I would ditch you!” Hermione threw the book at Ron and pointed an accusatory finger at them both.
“Well, now don’t take it like than Hermione.” Harry held his hands out in an attempt to placate her.
“Bugger that! I am one of your closest friends. How could you think that about me?” A red flush was starting to creep up her neck.
“We’re just nervous, Hermione.” Ron ran a hand over his face and sat down. “What the hell are we supposed to think about any of this? We don’t know what we think, how could we guess what you would do?” Ron stared at his hands as he spoke.
“I would have hoped you thought a little more of me.” Hermione sniffed though her skin started to return to a more normal color. “I would never reject you guys because of who you are dating- male or female.”
“Oh yeah?” Harry twisted a smile. “What if one of us started dating, say, Pansy Parkinson?”
Hermione’s face twisted up on itself. Then, with effort, she smoothed it down. In a pious and condescending tone she said, “I would support you no matter what Harry.” Then she grinned. “I’d even give you a ball-gag as a congratulations present. Cutting out her nasal voice would make your relationship last that much longer.”
Ron snorted in laughter. Harry tried to keep a straight face but he gave up as Ron laughed even louder.
“So, tell me about these amplification spells. Have you tried any?” Hermione asked, once the laughter had wheezed to a stop.