Situational Ethics

Situational Ethics

By Mizzfreestyle

A/N: Hallowed Creek is just something I came up with randomly. It doesn’t have much significance to the story. I just hear of a lot of make believed towns with Hallowed in it and then some random word. Um, I might have some typos and spellings errors in here, if they stand out, feel free to tell me. Other than that, please enjoy.


Chapter Nine:

“The Manor”

Harry read the incantations in the book aloud while his arms flowed lightly like in the illustrations. The womb floated before Harry and as Harry continued to chant, the womb seemed to have faded before him and moments later he felt something amalgamating with his body. He did not have to swallow it. He did not have to shove it up his arse. The womb was able to “Apparate” into his body and find peace among his other organs and tissue. Harry smiled but was careful not to move too much since his womb was trying to find a way to settle itself amongst the other things inside of him. It felt odd; like he had eaten something that wasn’t being digested, just being pushed away, moved along, or rolling about.

Harry then bent over carefully and picked up the jar of pearls. He referred to the book briefly before he took one pearl out and swallowed it. He grimaced. The liquid clinging to the pearl was thick and tasted salty. Each pearl would last a month before his body would dispose of it. The womb however would only last a year before his body would start dissolving it. That meant that Harry had close to three months to get pregnant so there would be just enough time for the baby to develop before the womb would disperse.

After tiding up and fastening the lids to each jar, Harry left the chamber and made sure the entrance was shut tight. The chamber truly was a boon for Harry. Harry needn’t be dubious about the security of the chamber because no one else in the school could open it.

With that thought in mind, Harry left assured that what he was leaving behind would still be there when he returns.

At the moment, Harry had another matter: packing his bags for his stay at Snape manor with the Potions Master and Caitlin.

“Hurry, Harry!” Caitlin urged as she flashed her green eyes at Harry from behind her bouncing red curls. They were hurrying down towards the train station where students were boarding the Hogwarts Express. “We must first see the students off then we shall Apparate to Snape manor. Oh, I’m sure you’ll love it there,” Caitlin smiled as she swayed from side to side. “I haven’t spent much time there since I married Severus. And even then I didn’t have a lot of time to enjoy the place because there was just so much to do, being professors and all, and then we had to come here a few days earlier to prepare everything for the students.”

Harry had imagined a home big enough to house the Weasley family, but he really didn’t woolgather about the details. “Where is it located?” Harry asked.

“The outskirts of Hallowed Creek. It’s surrounded by residential properties and several ranches. It’s nice around this time of year because of the snow, but it’s awfully cold from what I’ve heard.” Caitlin, weary from the little jog down to the station, found a bench and took a seat. “It’s tiring carrying around a baby. I hope you don’t mind it I rest for a while.”

“Not at all.” Harry made a note to ask Caitlin about her experiences as an expectant mother so he had some understanding about the matter.

While Caitlin sat nearby, Harry hugged his friends and wished them happy winter festivities. Before Ron left, he patted Harry on the back and said, “If the greasy git ever threatens to kill you… You know where to run, right?”

Harry chuckled.

“I’m serious, mate!”

“Yeah. Don’t worry about me.”

“Harry,” Ron grabbed Harry by the shoulders. “The Basilisk was one thing. Snape is another.”

Again they were back to talking about the Chamber of Secrets. “I get it.” Harry backed away from Ron and turned back towards Caitlin who now had Snape’s company at her side.

“When will we be leaving?” asked Harry.

“Once the second train pulls in,” said Caitlin as she rubbed her mittens together. “Severus, dear, it’s really quite cold.”

Her husband moved around the bench and took a seat by Caitlin. Snape then pulled Caitlin towards him while holding Harry’s eyes steadily.

You’re mocking me. Harry thought quietly.

“We won’t Apparate?” Harry asked.

“Not with Caitlin’s condition. She’s too fragile to make such a hasty trip.”

Harry pulled his broom towards him and used it as a seat, since he didn’t want to intrude upon the couple. Secretly though, he felt most inclined to do so.

Once every student was board, the train whistled a few times before it pulled away from the station. Harry hovered overhead, but far enough so he wasn’t suffocated from the smog. Meanwhile, Caitlin had leaned over and pecked Snape cheek before she bashfully tried to hide in his coat. Snape seemed to have completely ignored Caitlin. He was preoccupied staring off into the distance.

Nearly and hour later, Harry saw a train coming towards the station. It was about time. Harry thought he was going to freeze over before he ever saw steam from over the distant hills.

When the train arrived, the professors that didn’t have any other means of transportation boarded along with Caitlin, Snape, and Harry. The interiors were smaller than the Hogwarts Express. There weren’t compartments on both sides of the train. Only on one, but each compartment was longer and included a bed and a heater. Caitlin selected the compartment closest to the exit and then Snape lifted their luggage into the overhead shelves. Before Harry passed Snape his luggage, Caitlin suggested, “Harry, there’s more than enough rooms were for everyone. Maybe you’d like your own to rest in? It’ll be a while before we reach Hallowed Creek and I need to rest myself.”

Snape merely smirked as he secured the bags to the shelves.

Instead of frowning, Harry smiled and said, “That might be a good idea.”

Harry hauled his bags out and found one just down the hall. As soon as he entered the room, the label on the outside read: Potter, H., J. “Very nice,” Harry commented as he closed the door. Now anyone could find him.

Next, Harry stood on the seats and tried to stuff his luggage into the small shelf. It barely fit, but he would just have to hold onto his broom. When he heard the train whistle start blowing and felt the train moving, Harry plopped himself onto the bed and closed his eyes. It was finally happening. He was finally leaving Hogwarts for the winter to spend with Caitlin… and Snape.

The train had made several stops and nearly two hours into the ride and Harry was as fidgety as ever. There wasn’t much outside to look at other than trees… and trees... and hills, and more trees… Besides that, it was steadily getting colder in the room as if someone in another room was hogging all the heat. In order to relive his ennui, Harry began pacing back and forth like a caged animal. Then there was a knock at the door and Harry felt that his hour of boredom had reached an end. “Come in.”

Snape walked in and said quietly, “She’s asleep and I didn’t want to wake her.”

“Nice to see you’re bored too.”

Snape took a seat and Harry sat across from him. “If you must know, I’m restless,” Snape admitted.

“I would be too if there was a gorgeous boy all by himself just down the hall,” Harry smirked and Snape laughed, but it was a mirthless laugh.

“You must be on your best behaviour while you are at my manor.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Excellent.”

“But, there is one thing.”

“And what would that be?” Snape asked curiously, though there was this murmuring voice urging him not to bother.

Then Harry said verbatim in Caitlin’s sweet tone of voice, “Severus, dear, it’s really quite cold.”

It was Harry’s turn to smile boldly as Snape removed himself from his seat and sat besides Harry. “Quite cold, you say?”

“I do.” Harry shifted over to welcome Snape’s presence.

“I should let you suffer.” Snape slipped his arms around Harry’s shoulders and pull him in slowly while watching him carefully. Harry fell into him easily, much like Caitlin, and he rested his forehead against Snape’s neck. So warm… His glasses then fogged up and before Harry could do something about that, Snape removed them. “You don’t look so cold anymore.”

It was during times like this when Harry wondered where he was ranked on Snape’s list of people to care for.

SEVERUSSNAPESEVERUSSNAPESEVERUSSNAPE

The train had pulled into the only station in Hallowed Creek, the station was quiet, not bustling with aimless business people. Snape had pulled away from Harry quickly, with almost enough haste to throw Harry off. Snape woke Caitlin and while she got up he quickly collected their luggage. Harry met the couple on the platform. “Are there Muggles living here?” asked Harry as he looked around. Everyone he saw either had an animal on their shoulder or were carrying something Muggles wouldn’t usually haul around.

“A few,” Snape responded as he guided the two out of the platform and towards the exit. “Though they have some relations to the wizards and witches of this town.”

“Is there are a car waiting?” asked Caitlin.

“Yes. I scheduled for one to meet us at eleven sharp by the gates.”

And a car they did find waiting by the gates with a man dressed in a business suit hoping up a poster that read: The Snape’s.

Snape’s? Since when did I become a Snape? Harry pondered as he handed the man his heavy bags and broom. “Why did you bring that bloody thing? I doubt you’ll even venture outside,” Snape mumbled wearily as he got into the front seat of the car.

“Who ever said flying on a broom was solely and outdoor activity?” Harry shot back before he closed the car door.

Snape looked into the rearview mirror and managed to grasp Harry’s attention with his most intimidating of glares. Snape had recalled times when students flew through his classroom. It never failed to result in papers scattered throughout every end of Hogwarts. He did not need such a devastating catastrophe in his home. “Disobey my words and I will severely punish you.” Snape kept his riposte PG while there was a helpless man in the car just trying to do his job.

The ride to Snape manor wasn’t in the least bit quiet. The driver managed to engage himself in a friendly conversation with Caitlin. It almost began to seem like everyone Caitlin conversed with could speak with her effortlessly. She had vast knowledge in many fields. Even in handling costumers… this was hard to understand since she was a full time teacher assistant. Perhaps she made a connection between concerned parents and displeased costumers; since the two could be just as ratty as the other.

In order to avoid being absorbed into the conversation, Snape took out his book and opened to a random page to give the impression he was reentering an interrupted story. Harry stared out the window and hoped Caitlin wouldn’t bother him too much. He wanted to take a look at this practical sized down. From what he had seen, this town had well kept areas, but a few blocks down and it looked like the ghetto. Though there were no homeless wondering about, there was trash littered throughout the wet, stoned streets and trashcan lit completely on fire. It was an odd sight, though some might say it was comparable to New York. Minus the homeless.

Fifteen minutes passed before frequent houses and stores became more secluded. There was more land and trees gradually becoming the only thing to see outside the window. Along with that, snow began to fall. “It’s going to be cold tonight, Harry.” Caitlin pulled her coat closer to her body and breathed into her mittens.

“Ah, here we are,” Harry heard Snape say. He looked over Caitlin and saw a gate that steadily opened to allow passage into its keep. The car passed through and Harry pressed his face to the window as he took a look at the yard. It was filled with small trees and a frozen pond was off at the corner. Before the manor was a tall fountain that could be used to swim in during the summer… if it was deep enough. When the car pulled to the front, Snape was the first one out and then the driver followed to help collect the luggage. “This it is, Harry. Home sweet home.” Caitlin got out of the car and headed to the door.

“Here, take this bloody thing.” Snape threw Harry’s broom over towards the boy then used a charm to levitate the luggage. He then paid the driver before he too went inside.

Harry was breathless once he entered the manor. Inside was an entrance room with marble floor and French glass doors that led to another grand, high ceiling room that had three spiraling staircases leading to different parts of the house. But there were also doors and opened frames leading to the kitchen and the drawing room. How Snape could afford this was beyond Harry. It must have been in the family for centuries.

As Harry walked towards the snakes that were at the base of the stairs, he felt something tugging at his pants gently. He turned quickly and looked down. “Hello,” said Harry.

“Morning, Mr. Potter. Binky wishes to take you to your room where you can unpack and shower.”

“Thank you.”

Harry followed the scrawny elf who led Harry up the staircase of the left. “This will be the nursery when Mrs. Snape has her baby, but in the meantime, you can use it.”

The nursery was huge. There was first a play room filled with wooden toys, dolls, and stuff animals. Then throw the glass doors there was another massive room with three twin sized beds and even more stuffed animals. To the side there was one opened door that lead to the bathroom and another that lead to the closet. Beside the bed was three wide steps that lead to a small balcony where there was a small white table and little chairs around it. Harry figured the little girls who once lived here had pretend tea parties out here. “Binky, who used to stay in here before?”

“Why, Master Severus’ grandmother her sisters and brothers. Binky’s mum told Binky that they used to all play here and have tea parties with the house elves. Then they grew up and moved away.”

“Where are they now?”

“They’re all dead.” Binky’s ear folded back. “There are no more Prince’s. And Snape is the last of the bloodline, so the manor’s name changed to Snape. If Snape fails to produce heirs, then this home will go up for auction and Binky will serve a new family.”

Harry looked out the window. There were plastic tea cup scattered around under the snow. Everyone looked so old and abandoned, though somehow, Harry could imagine the children’s laughter as they played together.

“My mother never lived her as a child. She wasted away at a boarding school for girls during every season of the year.” Harry listened to Snape’s voice while quietly looking out at the spacious backyard. “Had I not inherited the family fortune, I could not afford to keep this place. I plan to let Caitlin and our child live here while I’m away at Hogwarts. I’ll even let them keep dogs. Anything as long as this house is nevermore lonely.”

Harry turned and look at Snape who suddenly touched Harry’s arm lightly then tugged it for a second towards the edge of the balcony… away from the window. Somehow, the gesture seemed urgent and needy, but Harry wouldn’t allow himself to settle on that from such a brief touch. “I wanted to come here as a child. I wanted to play with the toys and run in the endless fields, because then maybe I could feel like I belonged somewhere.”

Harry listened carefully to Snape’s story. Knowing well that this insight was Snape’s way of opening to Harry. “Were you ever brought here?”

The way Snape shook his head was forlorn. “I lived on Spinner’s End until my grandmother died. Then I was brought here because I was the last surviving Prince and the only one entitled to the family mansion. By then, I was already a teacher at Hogwarts and I knew I would never have the time to come here and enjoy the home that housed my family for generations.”

The manner in which Snape spoke of the house was solicitous. He would protect this house and ensure it remained with his family if it was the last thing he did. “Let’s get inside before you fall ill and I get a hostile letter from Albus.”

Caitlin was in the drawing room, already comfortable on the couches with a tea cup in her hand and a cookie in the other. “Hello, Harry. How did you like the nursery?”

“The bed might be a little small, but I’ll manage. Overall, I’d say it’s fantastic. I wish I could have grown up in such luxury.”

“I wish that too,” said Caitlin as she poured Harry a cup of tea. “Will you have a cookie with that?”

“Yes. I shall help you finish your cookies.”

“That’s fabulous! Oh, Harry, you’re such a wonderful boy.”

Snape faked a choke and then brought the tea pot over. “I have no comments to make. Someday, Potter will show his true colours.”

HARRYPOTTERHARRYPOTTERHARRYPOTTER

It was barely day two and already Caitlin managed to come down with something. She woke up with a sore throat and a massive headache. She didn’t want to be disturbed except for meals and tea. Snape decided to get busy in his potion lab that he recently added for his own use and Harry decided to look more carefully at the nursery. He noticed that there were drawing on the walls behind the bed and furniture. They were stick figures of them… playing together. The boys had spiked hairs and the girls had long, curly lines for hair. The same five kids kept showing up until Harry discovered a new stick figure with half his body painted over. Harry decided to chip away that paint and found two new stick figure that were faded, but had clothes. “They had painted over the children’s drawings.”

“Mr. Potter, Binky needs help with Caitlin.”

Harry nearly jumped out of his pants when he heard Binky call him. He hadn’t heard the elf enter the room or Apparate. “Binky, next time knock.”

“Binky sees that Mr. Potter found Master Severus’ great-grandparent’s old drawings. The little girl who drew them used to make them dance around the room and perform shows for the children. But now there are no children to entertain. Only Binky, Minky, and Linky.”

Linky? Harry’s eye twitched.

“Come, Mr. Potter. Help Binky with Caitlin. Binky hears that Mr. Potter knows Caitlin well.”

Day two rolled by quickly after that without much of any eventful happenings. Day three was worse though. Caitlin began coughing up a storm and soon, very soon, she came down with a fever.

Snape was there at her side, trying to give her some potions to help, but for some reason, when one thing was cured, it came back later with vengeance. That night, Snape pressed his hand to Caitlin’s forehead and shook his head. “You cannot leave this bed, do you hear me?” Snape ordered.

Caitlin nodded. “Yeah.” Her voice was weak and sounded horrible.

Why was this happening? Caitlin had hardly even been outside. When Snape left her side to get some tea ready for her, Harry sat beside her until she said, “Harry-dear, I don’t want you to become ill. Stay in the nursery where you won’t catch my germs.”

“I’m worried about you,” said Harry.

“Please Harry. I don’t want you to ruin your break.”

Snape came back three minutes later. “Linky will bring some tea.” Snape then turned to Potter and said, “You’ll get ill if you stay. Please leave.”

Harry nodded.

As he left the room, he noticed an abnormally tall elf walking in with a tray. That must be Linky.

Snape stayed by Caitlin’s side throughout day four and by night, she seemed to be well enough to leave bed. And then she overheard Snape telling his house elves that the following day, he planned on going out and looking for a Christmas tree. “I wish to go,” she said.

“You’re too ill and you’re pregnant. You cannot afford to be out.”

“Hush, Severus. I shall be fine. I’ll just get my coat and hat and I’ll be warm.”

When Harry came down that following morning to help Snape with the tree, the first thing he saw was Caitlin putting on her shoes. Wait… shouldn’t she be in bed? “Caitlin?”

“Morning, Harry! I’m doing much better, though I still have a slight couch. But The worst is over and I should be fine now.”

“You should layer up some more.”

“Hush. I’ll be fine. We’re just going out to look for a tree.”

Caitlin walked outside, looking strong while she held her head up high, but as soon as a snowflake fell on her, she sneezed and toppled over. Snape rushed to her side and helped her up. She placed her hand over her stomach and nodded. “I believe I’m fine. Everything intact. We’ll be ok.”

Snape did not look relieved. He was angry. Harry could tell by the way his eyes narrowed by a fraction and his lips pursed together.

Harry remained still. He knew better than to advance until Snape called him over. They had to look for a tree quickly otherwise Caitlin will come down with pneumonia.

The two boys wished to keep Caitlin from venturing out where she could catch her death, but the girl wouldn’t listen. She was so meticulous when it to selecting the perfect tree. She wouldn’t settle for anything less than a near perfect tree. Harry and Snape both found adequate trees, but she refused by saying she wouldn’t set a foot into the house until they found a tree that was fluffy, medium height, and had a lot of branches. Harry looked around. Most trees didn’t have that, and it they did, they were incredibly tall.

It took a whole hour and half of unbearable coldness before they finally spotted the right tree. Harry watched as Snape slashed the tree with a silent spell, then levitate it effortlessly. Harry then noticed that Caitlin was constantly sneezing and coughing. She covered her nose with her scarf and quickly headed into the house. “Take a hot shower, dear. It’ll make you feel better,” Snape ordered.

Caitlin nodded then retreated to the bathroom.

As Harry set up the tree, he couldn’t help but notice that Snape was constantly looking up the stairway. He was definitely worried. If Caitlin got sick, that could affect the baby as well.

Well after Harry had set up the tree, Caitlin came down, and she was looking awfully ill. “I need to go to the doctors.”

Snape nodded then turned to Harry. “We’ll be back shortly. Decorate the tree while we are gone.”

Harry nodded as the elves brought out some ancient ornaments.

Harry did not see Snape for the rest of the day or for the rest of the night for that matter.

It wasn’t until early in the morning that Harry was awaken by soft sobs coming from across the hall. Who could be crying so early in the morning? Harry had a theory, but it made be feel awfully mortified to accept his feeling regarding the whole thing. He walked downstairs and saw only Snape sitting down drinking some tea. “Where’s Caitlin.”

“She’s in her room.”

“She’s crying, isn’t she?”

“She definitely isn’t celebrating.”

“What happened?” Harry asked, though he felt like he was prying.

Snape swallowed and then said softly, “We lost the baby. She was coughing so violently that her water broke.” Snape closed his eyes tightly as if to say ‘we were so close.’

Harry was for once at loss for words. Though he had thought about it happening and how it would be a good thing for them, Harry never really wished harm upon anyone. “I want to say sorry…, but you’re going to say it isn’t my fault.”

“It isn’t. She hadn’t been feeling well for a few days. Only a sore throat though. I didn’t pay it much mind. But apparently being out so long yesterday had irritated her throat to the point that she couldn’t stop coughing. They tried to save the baby, but once the water broke, she had to deliver. The baby died while being delivered. It would’ve been a girl.”

Harry reached out and touched Snape’s shoulder. The man did not flinch. He allowed Harry to touch him. He needed Harry to touch him. “Before we wed, she had told me that it would be difficult for her to bear children. The doctor had told her before that her body will struggle to produce children.”

“But it’s possible.”

“I suppose.”

“Are you going to try again?” Harry asked, but soon after felt like hitting himself.

“Not until she is well again.”

By evening that day, Caitlin had come back downstairs and decided to sit next to Harry. Harry quickly prepared her some tea and brought her some biscuits. “How are you feeling?” asked Harry.

Caitlin smiled then gave Harry a hug. “I’m feeling much better. Have you seen Severus?”

“He suddenly left. I think he was called.”

“It’s alright. I know he’ll be alright.”

Harry looked down. He wasn’t sure about that. Snape used to always return either covered in his or another’s blood. He didn’t know if Caitlin had ever seen it. Maybe Snape thought that Caitlin, being a woman, wouldn’t want to be exposed to his battle wounds.

The next morning, Harry prepared breakfast for Caitlin and even though she felt awfully sick and depressed about her baby, she tried to eat as much as possible. “You can’t starve yourself. You have to eat or you’ll just get worse.”

Caitlin ate and ate then she returned to the couch.

Not too long after and Harry joined her on the couch after cleaning the dishes. “You’re a really good boy, Harry. I wish I could have a son like you. Or a daughter that would be like you. You’re so considerate. You hardly think of yourself.”

“I do what I can for others.”

Snape opened the front door and walked in. He saw Harry and Caitlin sitting together and then he heard what Caitlin was saying. “You’re always there for me. You’re always there to make me feel better or to talk to me about anything. I really wish I could have a son like you. If not, I wish I could adopt you.”

Snape’s eyes opened uncharacteristically wide. “Absolutely not.”

Caitlin turned around. “Hello, darling.”

Snape came around and saw Harry grinning at him.

“Harry’s a wonderful boy. He’s been taking care of me all day.”

“Just wait a bit longer. You’ll see what kind of person Harry can be.”

“I wish you would stop saying that. Harry’s a lovely boy. I think we should adopt him.”

“Never.”

“Why not, sir?” Harry asked then leaned in to hear the answer.

“Yes, Severus, why not?”

Snape looked at Harry then imagined himself having an affair with his adopted son. Oh the trouble he would be in if anyone found out about their previous relationship.

“Severus?” Caitlin shifted on the couch and waved her hand in front of Snape’s eyes. He had blinked out and was staring at nothing in particular.

Snape looked at her and then said, “We have a complicated past. It would be too strange for us. Or at least for me.”

Before Caitlin could ask, Snape headed upstairs and towards the bathroom.

Caitlin instead turned to Harry but was shocked to see Harry’s head slumped forwards and his eyes closed. “Can I ask… or will it be… uncomfortable for you?”

“I’d rather not talk about it.” Otherwise you might kick me out of your home.

By ten that evening, Harry was in his room reading when someone knocked on his door. “Come in.”

Snape walked in and closed the door softly behind him. Harry’s heart began beating in his chest as Snape hurried towards his bed. Before Harry could say anything, Snape sat down on his bed and then asked, “Did she question you?”

“She knows nothing.”

“It had better stay like that, Potter, or you’ll never be invited again or allowed around me except for educational purposes, but I’m sure she’ll be there as well, watching us every second we are together.”

“So you’d rather her not know so that we can be alone?” Harry’s mind processed Snape’s words another way. He had an idea that Snape’s ambiguity was present in everything he said and did.

Snape picked up the pillow and tossed it at Harry’s face. “It would make me uncomfortable having her constant presence there. Privacy is a luxury I won’t be able to afford if she knew.”

“I guess you’re not that open to your wife.”

“I’m a spy, Potter. I’m trained to keep things to myself and I prefer it that way.”

“Do you let that dictate your feelings too? And how you live your life?”

“What?”

“If you let yourself love, would we still be together? It’s just a question.”

“No, Potter. What we had is over.”

Harry looked towards the ground then looked back into Snape’s eyes. “Then why do you continue to touch me like you used to?”

Snape narrowed his eyes then stood up and moved to stand in front of Harry. “Touch you? You mean like this?” Snape’s hands came around to grip Harry’s sides. “These aren’t expressions of endearments.” Snape moved his hands up Harry’s sides, purposely feeling Harry’s figure with needy hands. Harry’s breathing hitched and he closed his eyes. “I never missed your body.” Snape’s hands snaked over Harry’s chest and then over his shoulders. “I haven’t craved you since the last time I was with you.” Snape’s hands were on Harry’s lap, pressing down on then while then stroked his inner thighs and suddenly, he gripped Harry’s hips and brought him closer to the edge of the bed. “These aren’t caresses, Harry.” Harry gasped and then he felt Snape’s thigh pressing against him; arousing him. Harry fell backwards and gasped gently. Snape leaned over Harry’s and his hands pressed into the bed on either side of Harry’s shoulders. “And this isn’t happening right now.” Snape lowered himself until his body was pressing Harry into the bed. Harry dared to reach up and touch Snape’s sides. They were warm against his skin.

“You can’t fool me.”

“No… I didn’t think so.” Snape didn’t hesitate in pressing his lips to Harry’s neck firmly. If he was going to do it, then he didn’t want to bother making it seemingly furtive.

All too quickly, though, Snape collected himself and stepped away from Harry like he was a great temptress and Snape, guilty man. But, even though he was a rather guilty man, he did his best trying to shove aside that vile compulsion. “Nevermore, Harry. Nevermore.”

Harry glared at Snape from his bed and then said, “Then stop trying to make passes at me. Stop trying to lure me in.”

Snape turned towards the door and then mentioned, “It’s difficult having you here.” Snape then left before saying anything more.

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