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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult ++
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Taking Matters.
CHAPTER 9
“You always did have a flair for the dramatic didn’t you Potter?” Harry groaned as he gingerly opened his eyes, his vision swimming a little before he felt the cool slide of his glasses being placed on his face.
“Professor?” Harry whispered in mild surprise of seeing the stern potion’s professor sitting beside his infirmary bed, a potion text book in one hand and Draco’s horrible green flyer in the other.
“It doesn’t do you justice, it feels larger than what it looks like here.” Harry closed his eyes and turned over away from Snape, as the man continued to inspect the flyer critically like it was just another piece of student homework. There was silence for a long moment before Harry felt the bed dip and glanced up to see Professor Snape sat on the edge leaning over him in order to force eye contact.
“Harry.” His name seemed foreign coming from Snape’s mouth and Harry could do little but stare agape at the professor who looked genuinely concerned down at him. “The headmaster and I have discussed the issue and believe the best course of action is to ensure Master Malfoy is served up a healthy punishment.” Harry rolled his eyes, detention and lost house points were hardly going to be a deterrent for Draco Malfoy. “Since both Dumbledore and I believe you’re not taking steps to protect yourself, that it is my duty as your carer while you are here at Hogwart’s to guide you in an appropriate course of action.” Harry raised a suspicious eyebrow at Snape over his shoulder the elder wizard tutting loudly and shaking his head. “Alright, so I might be taking liberties with the headmasters original instructions, but like you I am rather tired of having to deal with Lucius Malfoy’s protégé. It was bad enough going to school with his father.” Harry remained silent hardly believing that the man sitting on his bed was indeed his Potion’s professor and not some imposter posing as him. Snape miss-reading Harry’s reaction continued in a hushed voice. “I’ve know Draco since he was a baby, and I’m rather loathed to admit it but I am aware of his rather unique tastes in certain area’s of his life.”
“What areas?” Harry muttered darkly, finally seeing why Severus Snape had made such a model Slytherin. The 32-year-old professor was whispering and plotting like a vengeful teenager, and his dark eyes sparkled with malicious glee at the plan forming in his mind. If Harry hadn’t been so turned on by this unseen side of his professor he might have been concerned for both his own and Malfoy’s safety.
“To tell you that would be breaking an oath I have as a professor to protect my students privacy but I can guide you in the right direction and show you the correct apparatus needed for maximum humiliation.” Snape smiled a cruel grin, his upper lip twisting in delight as he watched Harry nod automatically. At that moment Harry would have agreed to do anything for Snape, if only to see the fire in the onyx jewels of his eyes sparkling down at him. “Jealousy is our platform,” Snape paused as he heard the door to the infirmary swing open and the click of Madam Pomfrey’s heels on the slate floor. “Malfoy’s are amune to many things but jealousy is their weakness. Leave the finer details to me, suffice to say in the next few days just go along with anything that happens understood?” Harry nodded and Snape stood up abruptly from the bed as the curtains were whipped aside and Madam Pomfrey stood hands on hips. Harry watched as Madam Pomfrey glanced from Severus to him in the bed, and then back to Severus again. She didn’t say anything but Harry could tell from the tight thin lips and her narrowed gaze that she thought something was up. Snape said nothing as he gathered his things and swept from the infirmary. When he was gone and the door had closed behind him, Madam Pomfrey sighed heavily and shook her head as she began to fuss around Harry’s bed.
“That wizard is a strange fellow Mr. Potter, dedicated to his students, but strange.” Harry relaxed with an inward sigh as he left the Mediwitch fuss around him, relived that she hadn’t said anything more incriminating. Whatever Snape had planned for Draco Harry knew it would be good, and was rather glad he wasn’t on the receiving end for a change.
TBC>>>>
“You always did have a flair for the dramatic didn’t you Potter?” Harry groaned as he gingerly opened his eyes, his vision swimming a little before he felt the cool slide of his glasses being placed on his face.
“Professor?” Harry whispered in mild surprise of seeing the stern potion’s professor sitting beside his infirmary bed, a potion text book in one hand and Draco’s horrible green flyer in the other.
“It doesn’t do you justice, it feels larger than what it looks like here.” Harry closed his eyes and turned over away from Snape, as the man continued to inspect the flyer critically like it was just another piece of student homework. There was silence for a long moment before Harry felt the bed dip and glanced up to see Professor Snape sat on the edge leaning over him in order to force eye contact.
“Harry.” His name seemed foreign coming from Snape’s mouth and Harry could do little but stare agape at the professor who looked genuinely concerned down at him. “The headmaster and I have discussed the issue and believe the best course of action is to ensure Master Malfoy is served up a healthy punishment.” Harry rolled his eyes, detention and lost house points were hardly going to be a deterrent for Draco Malfoy. “Since both Dumbledore and I believe you’re not taking steps to protect yourself, that it is my duty as your carer while you are here at Hogwart’s to guide you in an appropriate course of action.” Harry raised a suspicious eyebrow at Snape over his shoulder the elder wizard tutting loudly and shaking his head. “Alright, so I might be taking liberties with the headmasters original instructions, but like you I am rather tired of having to deal with Lucius Malfoy’s protégé. It was bad enough going to school with his father.” Harry remained silent hardly believing that the man sitting on his bed was indeed his Potion’s professor and not some imposter posing as him. Snape miss-reading Harry’s reaction continued in a hushed voice. “I’ve know Draco since he was a baby, and I’m rather loathed to admit it but I am aware of his rather unique tastes in certain area’s of his life.”
“What areas?” Harry muttered darkly, finally seeing why Severus Snape had made such a model Slytherin. The 32-year-old professor was whispering and plotting like a vengeful teenager, and his dark eyes sparkled with malicious glee at the plan forming in his mind. If Harry hadn’t been so turned on by this unseen side of his professor he might have been concerned for both his own and Malfoy’s safety.
“To tell you that would be breaking an oath I have as a professor to protect my students privacy but I can guide you in the right direction and show you the correct apparatus needed for maximum humiliation.” Snape smiled a cruel grin, his upper lip twisting in delight as he watched Harry nod automatically. At that moment Harry would have agreed to do anything for Snape, if only to see the fire in the onyx jewels of his eyes sparkling down at him. “Jealousy is our platform,” Snape paused as he heard the door to the infirmary swing open and the click of Madam Pomfrey’s heels on the slate floor. “Malfoy’s are amune to many things but jealousy is their weakness. Leave the finer details to me, suffice to say in the next few days just go along with anything that happens understood?” Harry nodded and Snape stood up abruptly from the bed as the curtains were whipped aside and Madam Pomfrey stood hands on hips. Harry watched as Madam Pomfrey glanced from Severus to him in the bed, and then back to Severus again. She didn’t say anything but Harry could tell from the tight thin lips and her narrowed gaze that she thought something was up. Snape said nothing as he gathered his things and swept from the infirmary. When he was gone and the door had closed behind him, Madam Pomfrey sighed heavily and shook her head as she began to fuss around Harry’s bed.
“That wizard is a strange fellow Mr. Potter, dedicated to his students, but strange.” Harry relaxed with an inward sigh as he left the Mediwitch fuss around him, relived that she hadn’t said anything more incriminating. Whatever Snape had planned for Draco Harry knew it would be good, and was rather glad he wasn’t on the receiving end for a change.
TBC>>>>