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a detention
They say there is a first time for everything... even for me to write Snarry. and even in the same lil\' fic with Draco/Harry.
so be prepared
but first: nothing\'s really mine here, just the storyline. everything else sprung from the phantasy of a greatly admired lady called Rowling. people, places... all her\'s.
chapter the first : a detention
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Dear Hermione
I need to ask you a favour yet again. I know you and Ron told Seamus that I\'m gay and to keep quiet about it. I know from his hurt looks. But never mind, it had to come out some day, and he better hears it from you than the „Prophet“. Anyway, here\'s the favour I need to ask. Hermione, don\'t bite my head off! Read me out first!
Over the holidays.... I\'m not coming to the burrow with you all.
You have to tell Ron and help him control his temper.
PLEASE
Harry
PS: I\'m sorry
#
Harry folded the note twice and toed it to Hedwig\' s leg, who sped off, searching for Hermione.
Harry sighed. This had been the easy part. He didn\'t know how he would explain where he was going even to Hermione. And explain he would have to. He sighed again and set to cleaning the owlery. Filches ideas for detentions had never yet been this gruesome. Locked in the owlery to clean it without magic. For running in a hallway during classes! But, at least he was used to cleaning, and this way he had the chance to tell Hermione.
He had just put the broom aside for a break, when Hedwig fluttered through the window, a dangerous looking parchment clutched in her claws. She was clearly not very fond of having to deliver this particular message. She dropped what had to be Hermione\' s reply into Harry\' s lap and hooted consolingly. Then she took off again, settling on a tree outside, such as to see how Harry would react, whilst being out of range of the curses he might throw at something in his rage. Harry didn\'t know if he should be amused or frightened by her behaviour. Bracing himself, he settled against the wall and opened the note to reveal a positively furious scribble. Hermione\' s normally clear handwriting was crooked and hard to decipher. She had to have been trembling with anger. The letter trembled, too, and Hermione\' s voice resounded from the owlery walls, screaming.
#
“HARRY JAMES POTTER!!! WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? RON AND I ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF POTIONS! SNAPE THREW HEDWIG OUT AND I HAD TO RUN AFTER HER TO GET YOUR LETTER AND THEN CATCH HER AGAIN TO GET HER TO DELIVER THIS!! AND I HAD TO LIE TO RON!!! WHAT IS GOING ON IN YOUR LITTLE MIND?! EXPLAIN YOURSELF! YOU BEING CONFINED TO THE OWLERY FOR TWO DAYS FOR CLEANING DOESN\'T MEAN WE HAVE NOTHING TO DO! WHAT FOR DO YOU GET DETENTION ANYWAYS!”
#
The letter sputtered a little and fell on Harry\' s rubbish heap. Harry buried his head in his arms. He had expected her to be angry, but not stark raging mad. Explaining was getting harder and harder. After a little while, Hedwig came cautiously hopping towards him, and started nibbling his ear. One by one the other owls, who had fled when the howler started yelling, returned.
Come dusk, Pigwidgeon came through the window, zooming as usual and carrying a large scroll in his beak. He flew a few circles around Harry (who was still slumped against the wall) hooting happily, then dropped the letter in Harry\' s lap and settle on Harry\'s other shoulder, tippling around, tickling Harry with his wing. Harry had to laugh at him, and pig, overjoyed to have lightened his mood, zoomed off again. Harry chuckled, but then remembered the letter and his heart sank again. What would Ron write? He opened the scroll to find Hermione\'s handwriting, back to it\'s normal clear, even shape. It read:
#
“Harry.
I\'m sorry about the howler. I was so surprised and the situation was so tense, I just cracked.”
#
Harry grinned. Hermione had stayed calm when nearly everybody else was cracking because of the war, and now this had gotten to her.
#
“Hedwig must have left you as quickly as she could after delivering it, and she just wouldn\'t come back to me, so I had to borrow Pig.
Really, Harry, what were you thinking? And why on earth didn\'t you tell us earlier, or why you don\'t want to come with us for Christmas and where you plan to stay instead. Surely you know that even you can\'t stay at Hogwarts, Dumbledore won\'t let anybody stay. So tell us, Harry! yes, US. I told Ron after Dinner and I must say he took it better than I did. Anyway, you need to talk to us, but face-to-face for a change. Ron and I are taking your cloak, and we\'re coming at midnight! NO excuses, Harry James! I know how to open and respell the door. No one will find out.
Hermione”
#
Harry smiled. It was true, he had developed a habit of prolonging the inevitable by dealing with uncomfortable matters via mail. The atmosphere was tense, with the war and all. Suddenly it occurred to him, that midnight was only a few hours away, and then he\'d have to spill. And not only to Hermione but to Ron also. Harry loved his friend dearly, but after one too many battle they\'d had to fight he grew agitated about anything so quickly that Harry had come to rely on Hermione as an interpreter for bad news. Well, not anymore, Harry frowned. So Hermione could break the locking spell unnoticed, so could he if he wanted. But after yesterdays events he would have preferred if he could have had these two days to himself and not needing to explain himself, especially not face-to-face and to Ron. Harry sighed again and decided that he could just as well use the time until midnight and do as he was supposed to. While he was busy cleaning, midnight approached rapidly and with the last strike of the bell the door opened and in stepped Hermione and Ron.
***
“Hey guys” Harry said, his voice quavering a little too much for his liking. “Harry, mate, what are you doing? Not coming home with us? what is the matter? Are you...” Hermione cut Ron off: “let him breathe, Ron, then he\'ll be able to explain. And explain he will!” she added, eyes flashing at Harry. “I\'ll tell you!” Harry said, once more settling against the wall, hugging his knees. If he had to do this, he could at least sit comfortable. “Ok, so here\'s the story... ehm, you both know I\'m gay, right? \'Told you that much. What i didn\'t tell you is who I\'ve been mooning over for the last year. \'Cause I\'ve been too embarrassed even to tell you. I know, best friends are supposed to share their secrets and...” “Never mind. It\'s not Malfoy, is it?” Ron barked, face flushed. “ \'Cause that you\'re gay doesn\'t make you different. So is Ginny! Don\'t you even think you\'re not allowed to come to the burrow with us just \'cause you\'re gay! You\'re coming! and that\'s that!” He got up, turning to leave.
“That\'s... I... Ron, that\'s not the problem. I...” Harry broke off. How was he going to explain this, if Ron was getting all worked up. He clearly didn\'t want to talk about Harry\'s secret crush. He was just lucky he hadn\'t seen Harry flinch when he\'d said “Malfoy”. Hermione seemed to have though, as: “ Harry, it\'s not indeed Malfoy?”
“NO it\'s NOT!” Harry almost shouted “No it\'s not Malfoy! It\'s...” He closed his eyes and rested his head against the wall as if in pain. “ Severus Snape” he said, finally, in a very low voice.
“Snape” Ron breathed, disbelievingly and slumped back to the floor, shaking his head. “ As in greasy, slimy, git Severus Snape?” he asked. “Yes” muttered Harry “as in sexy, shining, god Severus Snape”. Ron sputtered “But, but...” and fell silent. The only sounds to be heard came from owls rustling their feathers and Ron, who was still muttering “Snape” in disbelief. After a minute,Harry opened his eyes to look at Hermione, who hadn\'t said anything.
Hermione wasn\'t so much disturbed by the “who”, as by what consequences this could possibly have. In fact,she had suspected it to be Snape. Harry had stopped walking to potions with them , but would always take a few minutes alone in some corridor or unused room before catching up witem. em. And even though he had put a lot of effort into potions lately and had actually improved some lately, he still wore a strangely false smile when he joined the in the dungeons, and was always very tense. At first she had thought it to be the strain to try and improve in potions, and prove himself to a teacher who despised him, but with passing time she had come to realise that he was also desperately trying to hide his affection for Snape. And he had done a good job so far. Apart from herself, no one had noticed, not even Snape himself, that she was sure of.
“What does that mean though? Are you going to spend Christmas at Snape\'s house? Does he actually return your feelings for him?” she asked finally.
“I wish” Harry replied and, if possible, shrank against the wall even more. “Here\'s what happened yesterday”. Ron perked up and scooted over, drawing Hermione into hug, listening expectantly.
“ I was on my way to Double Potions. There is a little alcove in one of the halls in the lower levels, where I usually spend some time to get me off... trying to get my mind off Severus long enough to get through Potions without anyone noticing...”
second chapter: last night\'s events...
so be prepared
but first: nothing\'s really mine here, just the storyline. everything else sprung from the phantasy of a greatly admired lady called Rowling. people, places... all her\'s.
chapter the first : a detention
#
Dear Hermione
I need to ask you a favour yet again. I know you and Ron told Seamus that I\'m gay and to keep quiet about it. I know from his hurt looks. But never mind, it had to come out some day, and he better hears it from you than the „Prophet“. Anyway, here\'s the favour I need to ask. Hermione, don\'t bite my head off! Read me out first!
Over the holidays.... I\'m not coming to the burrow with you all.
You have to tell Ron and help him control his temper.
PLEASE
Harry
PS: I\'m sorry
#
Harry folded the note twice and toed it to Hedwig\' s leg, who sped off, searching for Hermione.
Harry sighed. This had been the easy part. He didn\'t know how he would explain where he was going even to Hermione. And explain he would have to. He sighed again and set to cleaning the owlery. Filches ideas for detentions had never yet been this gruesome. Locked in the owlery to clean it without magic. For running in a hallway during classes! But, at least he was used to cleaning, and this way he had the chance to tell Hermione.
He had just put the broom aside for a break, when Hedwig fluttered through the window, a dangerous looking parchment clutched in her claws. She was clearly not very fond of having to deliver this particular message. She dropped what had to be Hermione\' s reply into Harry\' s lap and hooted consolingly. Then she took off again, settling on a tree outside, such as to see how Harry would react, whilst being out of range of the curses he might throw at something in his rage. Harry didn\'t know if he should be amused or frightened by her behaviour. Bracing himself, he settled against the wall and opened the note to reveal a positively furious scribble. Hermione\' s normally clear handwriting was crooked and hard to decipher. She had to have been trembling with anger. The letter trembled, too, and Hermione\' s voice resounded from the owlery walls, screaming.
#
“HARRY JAMES POTTER!!! WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? RON AND I ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF POTIONS! SNAPE THREW HEDWIG OUT AND I HAD TO RUN AFTER HER TO GET YOUR LETTER AND THEN CATCH HER AGAIN TO GET HER TO DELIVER THIS!! AND I HAD TO LIE TO RON!!! WHAT IS GOING ON IN YOUR LITTLE MIND?! EXPLAIN YOURSELF! YOU BEING CONFINED TO THE OWLERY FOR TWO DAYS FOR CLEANING DOESN\'T MEAN WE HAVE NOTHING TO DO! WHAT FOR DO YOU GET DETENTION ANYWAYS!”
#
The letter sputtered a little and fell on Harry\' s rubbish heap. Harry buried his head in his arms. He had expected her to be angry, but not stark raging mad. Explaining was getting harder and harder. After a little while, Hedwig came cautiously hopping towards him, and started nibbling his ear. One by one the other owls, who had fled when the howler started yelling, returned.
Come dusk, Pigwidgeon came through the window, zooming as usual and carrying a large scroll in his beak. He flew a few circles around Harry (who was still slumped against the wall) hooting happily, then dropped the letter in Harry\' s lap and settle on Harry\'s other shoulder, tippling around, tickling Harry with his wing. Harry had to laugh at him, and pig, overjoyed to have lightened his mood, zoomed off again. Harry chuckled, but then remembered the letter and his heart sank again. What would Ron write? He opened the scroll to find Hermione\'s handwriting, back to it\'s normal clear, even shape. It read:
#
“Harry.
I\'m sorry about the howler. I was so surprised and the situation was so tense, I just cracked.”
#
Harry grinned. Hermione had stayed calm when nearly everybody else was cracking because of the war, and now this had gotten to her.
#
“Hedwig must have left you as quickly as she could after delivering it, and she just wouldn\'t come back to me, so I had to borrow Pig.
Really, Harry, what were you thinking? And why on earth didn\'t you tell us earlier, or why you don\'t want to come with us for Christmas and where you plan to stay instead. Surely you know that even you can\'t stay at Hogwarts, Dumbledore won\'t let anybody stay. So tell us, Harry! yes, US. I told Ron after Dinner and I must say he took it better than I did. Anyway, you need to talk to us, but face-to-face for a change. Ron and I are taking your cloak, and we\'re coming at midnight! NO excuses, Harry James! I know how to open and respell the door. No one will find out.
Hermione”
#
Harry smiled. It was true, he had developed a habit of prolonging the inevitable by dealing with uncomfortable matters via mail. The atmosphere was tense, with the war and all. Suddenly it occurred to him, that midnight was only a few hours away, and then he\'d have to spill. And not only to Hermione but to Ron also. Harry loved his friend dearly, but after one too many battle they\'d had to fight he grew agitated about anything so quickly that Harry had come to rely on Hermione as an interpreter for bad news. Well, not anymore, Harry frowned. So Hermione could break the locking spell unnoticed, so could he if he wanted. But after yesterdays events he would have preferred if he could have had these two days to himself and not needing to explain himself, especially not face-to-face and to Ron. Harry sighed again and decided that he could just as well use the time until midnight and do as he was supposed to. While he was busy cleaning, midnight approached rapidly and with the last strike of the bell the door opened and in stepped Hermione and Ron.
***
“Hey guys” Harry said, his voice quavering a little too much for his liking. “Harry, mate, what are you doing? Not coming home with us? what is the matter? Are you...” Hermione cut Ron off: “let him breathe, Ron, then he\'ll be able to explain. And explain he will!” she added, eyes flashing at Harry. “I\'ll tell you!” Harry said, once more settling against the wall, hugging his knees. If he had to do this, he could at least sit comfortable. “Ok, so here\'s the story... ehm, you both know I\'m gay, right? \'Told you that much. What i didn\'t tell you is who I\'ve been mooning over for the last year. \'Cause I\'ve been too embarrassed even to tell you. I know, best friends are supposed to share their secrets and...” “Never mind. It\'s not Malfoy, is it?” Ron barked, face flushed. “ \'Cause that you\'re gay doesn\'t make you different. So is Ginny! Don\'t you even think you\'re not allowed to come to the burrow with us just \'cause you\'re gay! You\'re coming! and that\'s that!” He got up, turning to leave.
“That\'s... I... Ron, that\'s not the problem. I...” Harry broke off. How was he going to explain this, if Ron was getting all worked up. He clearly didn\'t want to talk about Harry\'s secret crush. He was just lucky he hadn\'t seen Harry flinch when he\'d said “Malfoy”. Hermione seemed to have though, as: “ Harry, it\'s not indeed Malfoy?”
“NO it\'s NOT!” Harry almost shouted “No it\'s not Malfoy! It\'s...” He closed his eyes and rested his head against the wall as if in pain. “ Severus Snape” he said, finally, in a very low voice.
“Snape” Ron breathed, disbelievingly and slumped back to the floor, shaking his head. “ As in greasy, slimy, git Severus Snape?” he asked. “Yes” muttered Harry “as in sexy, shining, god Severus Snape”. Ron sputtered “But, but...” and fell silent. The only sounds to be heard came from owls rustling their feathers and Ron, who was still muttering “Snape” in disbelief. After a minute,Harry opened his eyes to look at Hermione, who hadn\'t said anything.
Hermione wasn\'t so much disturbed by the “who”, as by what consequences this could possibly have. In fact,she had suspected it to be Snape. Harry had stopped walking to potions with them , but would always take a few minutes alone in some corridor or unused room before catching up witem. em. And even though he had put a lot of effort into potions lately and had actually improved some lately, he still wore a strangely false smile when he joined the in the dungeons, and was always very tense. At first she had thought it to be the strain to try and improve in potions, and prove himself to a teacher who despised him, but with passing time she had come to realise that he was also desperately trying to hide his affection for Snape. And he had done a good job so far. Apart from herself, no one had noticed, not even Snape himself, that she was sure of.
“What does that mean though? Are you going to spend Christmas at Snape\'s house? Does he actually return your feelings for him?” she asked finally.
“I wish” Harry replied and, if possible, shrank against the wall even more. “Here\'s what happened yesterday”. Ron perked up and scooted over, drawing Hermione into hug, listening expectantly.
“ I was on my way to Double Potions. There is a little alcove in one of the halls in the lower levels, where I usually spend some time to get me off... trying to get my mind off Severus long enough to get through Potions without anyone noticing...”
second chapter: last night\'s events...