What the Devil Wants
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What the Devil Wants
TITLE:- What the Devil Wants
AUTHOR:- RiffRaff - so back off!
RATING:- NC17+ (This one's naughtier than it seems)
PAIRING:- Harry / Snape
WARNINGS:- Oh, the usual I tend to add, and some extra's for good measure.
DISCLAIMER:- You've heard it all before so here it goes again, I don't profess to own any of the characters or plot co incidents with the Harry Potter series written by JK Rowling, contained within this story. All dirt, sex and other profanity is made from the sick genius of my own and while I use for my own and others amusements the character of JKR's stories, I do neither profit monetarily or legally from anything contained within these pages. All relative warnings related to this story are clearly indicated and should you be reading this story and take offence I accept no responsibility having warned you thoroughly before undertaking the project. If you sue, you won't make a dime so don't bother
A/N:- *Shrugs shoulders* I have no comment on this peice at all, other than to say 'alcohol has a lot to answer for'...... Enjoy.
What the Devil Wants
“Pssst.” Wide awake he listened as the door to the dorm opened briefly before the soft footfalls of familiar feet passed by the bottom of his bed. “Ron.” Another whisper and the rustle of curtains being pulled along their rail. “Are you awake?” He sighed again and turned over in the darkness of his curtained bed, his pillow clutched to his chest as he pictured what he couldn’t see.
“Shhhh…” A harsh chastise before the scuffle as someone got out of bed and pulled on their socks and shoes. “Harry’s asleep.” He smiled bitterly, how anyone could sleep with the noise they were making was beyond him.
“Where’s Dean and Seamus?” Another whisper and a rustle of curtaining this time to his left.
“They’ve gone already.” Of course they’d gone. He’d heard them earlier scampering about the dorm like church mice.
“Come on then,” A hurried urgency before the patter of feet as the pair of them maneuvered their way past the end of his bed again and back out of the dorm room door. He waited in silence as he listened to their feet disappear down the staircase. When he was sure they’d gone he sat up and pulled open the curtains of his bed. Sure enough the three beds beside his own had been abandoned, their curtains hastily opened and their linen pulled back haphazardly as if the occupants had actually slept there. He sighed heavily as he stared at his best friend’s bed beside his own, the only sign that it had recently been vacated was the slight sway in the curtaining after having been disturbed.
“Neville? You awake?” The only bed aside from his own that was still occupied was on the far side of the rounded room. Sure enough Harry watched as the curtaining was pulled aside and the plump, tired looking face of Neville Longbottom appeared between the gap in the drapes.
“They’ve gone again haven’t they?” Neville muttered as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and yawned loudly into the darkness. Harry swung his legs out of bed and folded his arms crossly over his chest as he glared at Ronald Weasley’s empty bed. “Why don’t they invite us?” Neville stumbled out from the confines of his own private sanctuary and scampered across the cold floor, his knitted train pajama’s ridding up on his plump belly as he moved swiftly over to join Harry. Harry snorted indignantly and shrugged his shoulders in silent reply.
It had started at the end of last year, just as word had begun to spread around the school about Ron and Hermione’s new relationship. Harry had been happy that his friends had finally got together, and had encouraged it even despite the slight awkwardness it had placed on their friendship. Harry had just supposed the awkwardness around the couple was because he didn’t have a girlfriend of his own, but his friends had been too polite to say so. It wasn’t as if Harry hadn’t wanted a girlfriend, he’d tried with Cho and that had failed miserably, and although Ginny had been attentive Harry had always felt kind of weird what with her being practically his sister and all. So he was currently single, and with no intention of amending that description of himself. Harry hadn’t thought it a big deal but then the late night disappearances had begun. At strange times of night Harry would hear Hermione sneaking up to their dorm and both she and Ron would disappear for the rest of the night while everyone else was asleep. At first Harry had thought it was just the couple seeking a little privacy but after Christmas, Dean had begun to go with them. A few weeks following Seamus too was a part of their secret. Harry was hurt at first that they hadn’t invited him to where ever they went but as the late night tryst became more frequent hurt had changed into anger. Harry hadn’t confronted his friends about their escapades no one mentioned it the morning after. It was as if it didn’t happen at all. Harry had tried following them once but had ended up crashing into Professor Snape, and landing himself three weeks detention with Filch. It was all just infuriating and Harry hated the way they acted so normal the following the day. The only other person not invited was Neville and despite being friends with the boy, Harry couldn’t help be offended that his friends didn’t trust him above Neville.
“Maybe it’s a surprise for your Birthday or something?” Neville muttered sounding far less awake than he seemed.
“My Birthday is in July.” Harry snapped sarcastically not meaning to take his frustration out on his friend but unable to hold his tongue. Neville sighed and shrugged his shoulders as he fiddled with a loose thread hanging from Harry’s duvet.
“Maybe we should tell McGonagall?” Neville offered as he tucked his cold feet under himself as Harry reached across to his bedside table and drew out two chocolate frogs for them each. Harry pondered on the suggestion for a moment as he undid his frog, and glanced at the trading card inside.
“Reginald Rockread, Master of Runes 1654” Harry muttered as he dropped the card into his own shoe box collection before offering Neville the other more common card. “I don’t want to get my friends in trouble Neville besides Hermione wouldn’t be breaking school rules if she wasn’t sure there was no way of getting caught.” Harry shoved the last chocolate frog into his mouth before lying back down into the warmth of his blankets, his hands behind his head as he stared up at the dusty canopy.
“Maybe they’re having a mass orgy….” Neville laughed cheekily the boy not quite knowing what the word meant but having heard Seamus use it thought himself confident enough to try it. Harry snorted and rolled his eyes up at the plump boy above him.
“Don’t be disgusting Neville.” Harry chastised as he pushed Neville off his bed and back towards his own curtained sanctuary.
“Sorry.” Neville laughed as he climbed back into his own bed still sucking on the chocolate frog Harry had given him. “To be honest Harry I don’t really care, if they want to deprive themselves of sleep who am I to stop them.” Harry nodded as he watched Neville close the curtains again around his bed leaving Harry once again on his own in the darkness. With an exaggerated sigh Harry took a few moments to glance out of his window and into the moonlit sky. The shadows of owls whipped through the darkness and Harry yawned tiredly as he climbed back into bed and closed his own curtains. If Ron and Hermione wanted to keep secrets from him, then Harry would just have to put up with it.
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Harry was late down to breakfast the next morning. Most of the school was already sat at their tables tucking into the breakfast with earnest. It was the first Hogsmeade weekend after Christmas and Harry was looking forward to walking into town and visiting the twins and their second joke shop they’d opened there. Harry sat himself down quickly in between Seamus and Ron.
“Good dream Potter? Couldn’t wake you for shit this morning.” Seamus chuckled cheekily as he handed Harry what was left of the toast before Neville could finish it off. Harry bit his lip knowing Seamus nor any of his other dorm mates had made it back last night, so none of them would have even tried to wake him up. Harry shrugged his shoulders silently as he poured a considerable amount of crackling pops into his cereal bowl.
“So are we training this afternoon Harry?” When it was clear Seamus wasn’t going to get an answer for Harry, Ron broke the silence with a friendly smile. Harry shoved a spoonful of cereal into his mouth and shrugged his shoulders again nonchalantly. Harry hadn’t intended to give his friends the silent treatment after last night but having seen them sitting all bubbly and innocent at the breakfast table he couldn’t suppress the anger that swept over him again. Neville pointedly avoided eye contact with everyone around so that he wouldn’t be drawn into the awkward conversation. “What’s up with you this morning?” Ron muttered when Harry again ignored his best friends repeated question about Quidditch training.
“Are we going to Hogsmeade?” Harry changed the subject abruptly as he finished his cereal and took up a dry piece of toast to nibble on. Ron smiled and nodded but before he could answer verbally Hermione had interrupted him.
“I’m sorry Harry, Ron and I have made plans to study in the library this weekend.” Harry stared at Hermione in disbelief across the table before he glanced sideways at Ron in question. Ron shifted nervously in his seat his gaze meeting Hermione’s briefly before he turned apologetically back at Harry.
“Sorry mate, I promised.” Ron shrugged his shoulders in apology. Harry rolled his eyes and turned to Seamus and Dean who were squabbling over the last fried egg.
“I guess it’s just us four then.” Harry muttered as he gestured to Dean, Seamus and Neville who had buried himself in the morning paper trying to be inconspicuous.
“Nah, Dean and I are studying too…” Harry couldn’t believe his ears as he watched Seamus and Dean share a strange knowing glance between one another.
“Fine!” Harry snapped, his patience wearing thin. “If you didn’t want to go with me you can just say so, instead of this bullshit!” Harry threw what remained of his toast back onto his plate and abruptly stood up unwittingly knocking Ron’s bag over and spilling it’s contents onto the floor. Harry swore to himself as he went to bend down and pick up Ron’s things, but as he reached for what appeared to be a red leather bound diary Ron, Seamus, Hermione and Dean all practically pounced on him.
“Don’t!” Ron snapped as he lunged at the diary snatching it from the floor seconds before Harry’s hand could touch it. Harry stood up abruptly and watched as Ron stuffed the book into his bag and out of sight. Hermione, Dean and Seamus helped Ron with what was left of his things while Harry stared in shock at his friend’s strange behavior. Harry could feel the stares of some of the other students in the hall but when Harry glanced around everyone turned back sharply to their own conversations. The only stare that didn’t abate was the familiar glower of one Potions Professor, who was eyeing him dangerously from the top table. Harry rolled his eyes and ignored Snape as he turned back to his friends who had re composed themselves and had sat back at the table.
“I was just trying to help.” Harry muttered and shook his head as he strode from the great hall, leaving his friends staring after him.
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TBC>>>>>>>
AUTHOR:- RiffRaff - so back off!
RATING:- NC17+ (This one's naughtier than it seems)
PAIRING:- Harry / Snape
WARNINGS:- Oh, the usual I tend to add, and some extra's for good measure.
DISCLAIMER:- You've heard it all before so here it goes again, I don't profess to own any of the characters or plot co incidents with the Harry Potter series written by JK Rowling, contained within this story. All dirt, sex and other profanity is made from the sick genius of my own and while I use for my own and others amusements the character of JKR's stories, I do neither profit monetarily or legally from anything contained within these pages. All relative warnings related to this story are clearly indicated and should you be reading this story and take offence I accept no responsibility having warned you thoroughly before undertaking the project. If you sue, you won't make a dime so don't bother
A/N:- *Shrugs shoulders* I have no comment on this peice at all, other than to say 'alcohol has a lot to answer for'...... Enjoy.
What the Devil Wants
“Pssst.” Wide awake he listened as the door to the dorm opened briefly before the soft footfalls of familiar feet passed by the bottom of his bed. “Ron.” Another whisper and the rustle of curtains being pulled along their rail. “Are you awake?” He sighed again and turned over in the darkness of his curtained bed, his pillow clutched to his chest as he pictured what he couldn’t see.
“Shhhh…” A harsh chastise before the scuffle as someone got out of bed and pulled on their socks and shoes. “Harry’s asleep.” He smiled bitterly, how anyone could sleep with the noise they were making was beyond him.
“Where’s Dean and Seamus?” Another whisper and a rustle of curtaining this time to his left.
“They’ve gone already.” Of course they’d gone. He’d heard them earlier scampering about the dorm like church mice.
“Come on then,” A hurried urgency before the patter of feet as the pair of them maneuvered their way past the end of his bed again and back out of the dorm room door. He waited in silence as he listened to their feet disappear down the staircase. When he was sure they’d gone he sat up and pulled open the curtains of his bed. Sure enough the three beds beside his own had been abandoned, their curtains hastily opened and their linen pulled back haphazardly as if the occupants had actually slept there. He sighed heavily as he stared at his best friend’s bed beside his own, the only sign that it had recently been vacated was the slight sway in the curtaining after having been disturbed.
“Neville? You awake?” The only bed aside from his own that was still occupied was on the far side of the rounded room. Sure enough Harry watched as the curtaining was pulled aside and the plump, tired looking face of Neville Longbottom appeared between the gap in the drapes.
“They’ve gone again haven’t they?” Neville muttered as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and yawned loudly into the darkness. Harry swung his legs out of bed and folded his arms crossly over his chest as he glared at Ronald Weasley’s empty bed. “Why don’t they invite us?” Neville stumbled out from the confines of his own private sanctuary and scampered across the cold floor, his knitted train pajama’s ridding up on his plump belly as he moved swiftly over to join Harry. Harry snorted indignantly and shrugged his shoulders in silent reply.
It had started at the end of last year, just as word had begun to spread around the school about Ron and Hermione’s new relationship. Harry had been happy that his friends had finally got together, and had encouraged it even despite the slight awkwardness it had placed on their friendship. Harry had just supposed the awkwardness around the couple was because he didn’t have a girlfriend of his own, but his friends had been too polite to say so. It wasn’t as if Harry hadn’t wanted a girlfriend, he’d tried with Cho and that had failed miserably, and although Ginny had been attentive Harry had always felt kind of weird what with her being practically his sister and all. So he was currently single, and with no intention of amending that description of himself. Harry hadn’t thought it a big deal but then the late night disappearances had begun. At strange times of night Harry would hear Hermione sneaking up to their dorm and both she and Ron would disappear for the rest of the night while everyone else was asleep. At first Harry had thought it was just the couple seeking a little privacy but after Christmas, Dean had begun to go with them. A few weeks following Seamus too was a part of their secret. Harry was hurt at first that they hadn’t invited him to where ever they went but as the late night tryst became more frequent hurt had changed into anger. Harry hadn’t confronted his friends about their escapades no one mentioned it the morning after. It was as if it didn’t happen at all. Harry had tried following them once but had ended up crashing into Professor Snape, and landing himself three weeks detention with Filch. It was all just infuriating and Harry hated the way they acted so normal the following the day. The only other person not invited was Neville and despite being friends with the boy, Harry couldn’t help be offended that his friends didn’t trust him above Neville.
“Maybe it’s a surprise for your Birthday or something?” Neville muttered sounding far less awake than he seemed.
“My Birthday is in July.” Harry snapped sarcastically not meaning to take his frustration out on his friend but unable to hold his tongue. Neville sighed and shrugged his shoulders as he fiddled with a loose thread hanging from Harry’s duvet.
“Maybe we should tell McGonagall?” Neville offered as he tucked his cold feet under himself as Harry reached across to his bedside table and drew out two chocolate frogs for them each. Harry pondered on the suggestion for a moment as he undid his frog, and glanced at the trading card inside.
“Reginald Rockread, Master of Runes 1654” Harry muttered as he dropped the card into his own shoe box collection before offering Neville the other more common card. “I don’t want to get my friends in trouble Neville besides Hermione wouldn’t be breaking school rules if she wasn’t sure there was no way of getting caught.” Harry shoved the last chocolate frog into his mouth before lying back down into the warmth of his blankets, his hands behind his head as he stared up at the dusty canopy.
“Maybe they’re having a mass orgy….” Neville laughed cheekily the boy not quite knowing what the word meant but having heard Seamus use it thought himself confident enough to try it. Harry snorted and rolled his eyes up at the plump boy above him.
“Don’t be disgusting Neville.” Harry chastised as he pushed Neville off his bed and back towards his own curtained sanctuary.
“Sorry.” Neville laughed as he climbed back into his own bed still sucking on the chocolate frog Harry had given him. “To be honest Harry I don’t really care, if they want to deprive themselves of sleep who am I to stop them.” Harry nodded as he watched Neville close the curtains again around his bed leaving Harry once again on his own in the darkness. With an exaggerated sigh Harry took a few moments to glance out of his window and into the moonlit sky. The shadows of owls whipped through the darkness and Harry yawned tiredly as he climbed back into bed and closed his own curtains. If Ron and Hermione wanted to keep secrets from him, then Harry would just have to put up with it.
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Harry was late down to breakfast the next morning. Most of the school was already sat at their tables tucking into the breakfast with earnest. It was the first Hogsmeade weekend after Christmas and Harry was looking forward to walking into town and visiting the twins and their second joke shop they’d opened there. Harry sat himself down quickly in between Seamus and Ron.
“Good dream Potter? Couldn’t wake you for shit this morning.” Seamus chuckled cheekily as he handed Harry what was left of the toast before Neville could finish it off. Harry bit his lip knowing Seamus nor any of his other dorm mates had made it back last night, so none of them would have even tried to wake him up. Harry shrugged his shoulders silently as he poured a considerable amount of crackling pops into his cereal bowl.
“So are we training this afternoon Harry?” When it was clear Seamus wasn’t going to get an answer for Harry, Ron broke the silence with a friendly smile. Harry shoved a spoonful of cereal into his mouth and shrugged his shoulders again nonchalantly. Harry hadn’t intended to give his friends the silent treatment after last night but having seen them sitting all bubbly and innocent at the breakfast table he couldn’t suppress the anger that swept over him again. Neville pointedly avoided eye contact with everyone around so that he wouldn’t be drawn into the awkward conversation. “What’s up with you this morning?” Ron muttered when Harry again ignored his best friends repeated question about Quidditch training.
“Are we going to Hogsmeade?” Harry changed the subject abruptly as he finished his cereal and took up a dry piece of toast to nibble on. Ron smiled and nodded but before he could answer verbally Hermione had interrupted him.
“I’m sorry Harry, Ron and I have made plans to study in the library this weekend.” Harry stared at Hermione in disbelief across the table before he glanced sideways at Ron in question. Ron shifted nervously in his seat his gaze meeting Hermione’s briefly before he turned apologetically back at Harry.
“Sorry mate, I promised.” Ron shrugged his shoulders in apology. Harry rolled his eyes and turned to Seamus and Dean who were squabbling over the last fried egg.
“I guess it’s just us four then.” Harry muttered as he gestured to Dean, Seamus and Neville who had buried himself in the morning paper trying to be inconspicuous.
“Nah, Dean and I are studying too…” Harry couldn’t believe his ears as he watched Seamus and Dean share a strange knowing glance between one another.
“Fine!” Harry snapped, his patience wearing thin. “If you didn’t want to go with me you can just say so, instead of this bullshit!” Harry threw what remained of his toast back onto his plate and abruptly stood up unwittingly knocking Ron’s bag over and spilling it’s contents onto the floor. Harry swore to himself as he went to bend down and pick up Ron’s things, but as he reached for what appeared to be a red leather bound diary Ron, Seamus, Hermione and Dean all practically pounced on him.
“Don’t!” Ron snapped as he lunged at the diary snatching it from the floor seconds before Harry’s hand could touch it. Harry stood up abruptly and watched as Ron stuffed the book into his bag and out of sight. Hermione, Dean and Seamus helped Ron with what was left of his things while Harry stared in shock at his friend’s strange behavior. Harry could feel the stares of some of the other students in the hall but when Harry glanced around everyone turned back sharply to their own conversations. The only stare that didn’t abate was the familiar glower of one Potions Professor, who was eyeing him dangerously from the top table. Harry rolled his eyes and ignored Snape as he turned back to his friends who had re composed themselves and had sat back at the table.
“I was just trying to help.” Harry muttered and shook his head as he strode from the great hall, leaving his friends staring after him.
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TBC>>>>>>>