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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Cupboard Space
Cupboard Space
Author: - Riffraff
Rating: - NC-17 or R18+ Depending on the Country.
Pairings: - HP/SS (Some others less significant)
Warnings: - None that you’re going to take any notice of anyway, so I won’t bother.
Summary: - Harry Potter isn’t good at everything and when he gets caught practicing, detention serves another purpose entirely.
Archive: - If you ask nicely, via email.
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 dollar so don't bother.
A/N: - This is a plot bunny that’s just been rooting with my other stories for far too long, so I’ve given it a title of its own. Hope you like it. *winks*
CHAPTER 1
It was quiet in the great hall only the slight drafts blowing the house banners back and forth above his head. The charmed ceiling was just beginning to show the orange licks of a sunny spring morning that drove away the remains of the starry night sky he’d previously been sitting beneath. The sounds of stirring students and professors began to filter down into the hall, providing a little noise in the silence of his misery. He had no intention of moving from where he sat on the bench at the Gryfindor table, his back to the rest of the empty hall. He’d been here from the small hours of the morning, sitting alone in his own miserable company contemplating yet another disastrous date.
It wasn’t long before the first students began to file cheerily into the hall, chatting animatedly about the weekend, and what they planned on doing for the rest of their Sunday. For the most part the early students were thankfully first and second years, eager not to be late to functions in the face of starting their school careers. Harry thankfully didn’t have a lot to do with the younger years, and so was graced with another good fifteen minutes of misery alone before the elder students began to file into the hall, along with the professors. Harry made sure to keep his eyes trained on the wood grain of the table as he began to see Gryfindor begin sitting down at the table around him, their blatant stares and whispered sniggers not lost on him despite his inattention. Behind him Harry could hear the Ravenclaw table beginning to fill and more than a few giggling whispering girls came wandering past him. Harry gritted his teeth though and continued to stare a hole in the table in front of him, until finally his familiar red haired best friend and his girlfriend sat down beside him.
“Hey, missed you this morning in the common room. Good night hey?” Ron laughed and nudged Harry playfully in the arm. Harry didn’t react and continued to stare at the table where warm baskets of toast had appeared along with appropriate cutlery and plates.
“Harry, do you want some toast?” Hermione reached over to pick up the toast basket that was rapidly being emptied by ravished students. The brown haired girl offered Harry a slice but Harry ignored it and continued to stare at the table in silence. Harry felt his two best friends sharing a silent look of concern over his head.
“Come on mate, how did it go? You and Angelina Price left pretty early. Did she make a man of you?” Ron lifted his eyebrows suggestively as he stuffed a buttered piece of toast in his mouth.
“Ronald!” Harry felt the gust of wind as Hermione reached around him and slapped Ron hard on the shoulder for being so insensitive and crude but Harry didn’t care. Judging from the stares, the sniggers and the whispered comments most of the school already knew anyway so there was no point in denying it. Slowly for the first time since breakfast had started Harry sat up and looked at his expectant best friend. Harry didn’t need to say anything as he stared blankly at Ron, the young red head’s smile fading as he read the humiliation and pain in his best friends eyes.
“Oh, that good hey.” Ron whispered sheepishly instantly regretting having opened his big mouth. As Harry looked away from Ron he finally caught the stares of his school friends, their expressions of sympathy not sincere enough to hide the smirks of laughter they tried fruitlessly to conceal.
“I don’t feel very well.” Harry muttered miserably as he stood up from the table abruptly and began striding towards the exit of the hall, very aware of all the eyes on him including that of the faculty who were undoubtedly in the dark about the tension surrounding the sixth and seventh year students.
“Harry.” Ron went to stop his friend but Hermione pulled him back into his seat as they watched Harry continue to weave his way through the crowded hall trying to make it out as quickly as possible. Harry had thought he’d gotten off lightly but before he could make it past the last seats of the Ravenclaw table he heard a voice addressing him.
“Hey limp dick!” Draco’s voice made Harry freeze. The tears Harry had been holding back were now threatening to fall from his eyes as he heard the unrestrained sniggering break out around the hall at Draco’s comment. Carefully raising his head Harry stared across the heads of the students over to the Slytherin table where Draco was standing up, a molded, soft plastic fake cock springing back and forth in his hand as he held it up high so that everyone could see it. “Need some pointers!” Draco finished as he waved the plastic sex aid around as the sniggers turned to all out laughter. Distantly Harry heard McGonagall and Snape confiscating Draco’s visual aid but the damage had already been done. The stunt had proved quite effectively that everyone knew what had happened at the party. Hastily Harry spun around and tried to run from the room but a hand caught his and he turned around to glare at the guilty, pale face girl who had been the start of all his current problems.
“Harry, I’m sorry a couple of them overheard me talking to the twins and….” Harry’s anger grew almost instantly as he watched the bullshit display play out in front of him. She wasn’t sorry, she’d made it damn clear the night before everyone would know what had happened between them, and Harry should have known better than to trust a gossip. “…and you weren’t that bad, nervous perhaps, we can try again…..” Harry snapped almost instantly and before he knew what he’d done he drew his hand back and slapped her hard across the face sending her sprawling against the table clutching her injured cheek and crying loudly.
“MR POTTER!” The hall had fallen silent and it was only Dumbledore’s voice that echoed around the hall. Harry looked up uncaringly from where Angelina was huddled against her housemates still clutching her cheek to stare at Dumbledore who was on his feet, as was McGonagall and Snape all of them looking about ready to pounce on him should he even move. “You my boy will report immediately to my office. Draco Malfoy I believe your head of house can deal with your disgusting display appropriately. Professor McGonagall if you can escort Miss Price to the hospital wing. The rest of you will stop this nonsense immediately and get on with your meals without a sound am I understood!” Dumbledore spoke, his tone even and cool not needing to be raised in order to get his message of anger across. “Potter I said now!” Harry sighed heavily as he watched Dumbledore step down from the top table and sweep out of the hall via the staff entry leaving Harry to make his own way up to the wizard’s office. This was the last thing Harry needed on top of the already shit night he’d had. Admittedly he regretted striking Angelina but of late he’d been prone to rash behavior and this undoubtedly was a culmination of everything so far.
Harry dawdled up the stairs to the headmaster’s office and stood for a good ten minutes outside the wizards closed door before finally raising his fist to knock.
“Come.” Harry obediently entered the familiar office and walked stiffly over to where Dumbledore was sat behind his large desk. Harry stopped in front of the desk and stared at his shoes as he felt Albus stare at him seriously over the rims of his half moon glasses. “Sit.” Dumbledore gestured to the chair on the opposite side of the desk and Harry obediently sat down awkwardly on its edge. Harry watched as the elder wizard summoned a tray of tea and biscuits. It took Harry a second to realize there were four cups on the tray before the fireplace erupted in flame and both McGonagall and Snape stepped out onto the headmaster’s fireside rug. “Ah, Professors just in time for tea.” Harry closed his eyes in shame as he felt McGonagall pass him to accept Albus offer of tea. Snape remained standing stiffly by the side of the fire staring darkly at Harry like he was the scum of the earth as usual. No doubt Draco had told Snape what had gone on, and it was with some anger that Harry imagined the potions professor having another bit of information about his personal life to hold over him. “So a party in the Ravenclaw common room Harry?” Dumbledore sat back down in his chair with his cup of tea, as McGonagall stood behind him sipping from her own steaming cup. Harry gritted his teeth determined not to dig himself a hole as he simply nodded in agreement. “I was under the impression you and Miss Price were friends Harry?” Dumbledore rose a knowing eyebrow at Harry who merely shrugged his shoulders and went back to fiddling with a thread hanging from his jumper.
“Mr. Potter, sexual experimentation shouldn’t be taken so likely…” Harry groaned loudly at McGonagall authoritative, motherly tone and hung his head in his hands to cover the pink stain that colored his cheeks. This was not what he needed, a lecture from his head of house on the evils of so called casual sex.
“Minerva please.” Dumbledore admonished calmly as the elder witch sniffed indignantly at being politely told to shut up. Harry didn’t have to look up to know that Snape was smirking in that infuriating smug way he favored whenever Harry fell into trouble and got caught. “Harry we were all young once too, and we understand the trails of teenage life and the difficulties that can arise….” Harry groaned again at Dumbledore’s poor choice of words, this time unable to sit back and merely take it.
“Listen,” Harry stood up abruptly from the chair and stared at the three professors sincerely. “I honestly don’t want to discuss this especially not with you three. What I do in the privacy of my own time is my own business and just because I made a poor judgment in that bitch doesn’t mean I need a lecture on sex education alright.” Harry snapped sharply as he straightened his jumper. “Now I’m sorry I hit her, I didn’t mean to hurt her I just lost my temper. So just give me the inevitable years worth of punishment and let me go and wallow in my own misery.” Harry trailed off hoping like hell that the headmaster would grant him this one mercy. It was humiliating enough to be known as limp dick by everyone without having to sit and explain it to his professors. For a moment Harry didn’t think his straightforwardness had worked but at length the headmaster nodded.
“Very well you may go Harry, I think 100 points lost from Gryfindor’s house score is sufficient punishment without unnecessary detentions.” Harry nodded wondering why he’d gotten off so lightly. Snape seemed more than a little pissed that the punishment was so lax but made no comment as Harry turned and headed for the door a little of his dignity restored.
“Oh and Mr. Potter.” Harry paused on the threshold of the office as McGonagall address him. “We start mandatory sex education classes for all sixths and seventh years on Monday I will expect to see you there.” Harry sighed heavily and nodded. It was inevitable really that the classes would come, Fred and George had attended the classes after one of their own dorm parties had gone a miss.
Not that it mattered whether he was there or not, no amount of sex education was going to help Harry, not with his problem….
TBC>>>>
Author: - Riffraff
Rating: - NC-17 or R18+ Depending on the Country.
Pairings: - HP/SS (Some others less significant)
Warnings: - None that you’re going to take any notice of anyway, so I won’t bother.
Summary: - Harry Potter isn’t good at everything and when he gets caught practicing, detention serves another purpose entirely.
Archive: - If you ask nicely, via email.
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 dollar so don't bother.
A/N: - This is a plot bunny that’s just been rooting with my other stories for far too long, so I’ve given it a title of its own. Hope you like it. *winks*
CHAPTER 1
It was quiet in the great hall only the slight drafts blowing the house banners back and forth above his head. The charmed ceiling was just beginning to show the orange licks of a sunny spring morning that drove away the remains of the starry night sky he’d previously been sitting beneath. The sounds of stirring students and professors began to filter down into the hall, providing a little noise in the silence of his misery. He had no intention of moving from where he sat on the bench at the Gryfindor table, his back to the rest of the empty hall. He’d been here from the small hours of the morning, sitting alone in his own miserable company contemplating yet another disastrous date.
It wasn’t long before the first students began to file cheerily into the hall, chatting animatedly about the weekend, and what they planned on doing for the rest of their Sunday. For the most part the early students were thankfully first and second years, eager not to be late to functions in the face of starting their school careers. Harry thankfully didn’t have a lot to do with the younger years, and so was graced with another good fifteen minutes of misery alone before the elder students began to file into the hall, along with the professors. Harry made sure to keep his eyes trained on the wood grain of the table as he began to see Gryfindor begin sitting down at the table around him, their blatant stares and whispered sniggers not lost on him despite his inattention. Behind him Harry could hear the Ravenclaw table beginning to fill and more than a few giggling whispering girls came wandering past him. Harry gritted his teeth though and continued to stare a hole in the table in front of him, until finally his familiar red haired best friend and his girlfriend sat down beside him.
“Hey, missed you this morning in the common room. Good night hey?” Ron laughed and nudged Harry playfully in the arm. Harry didn’t react and continued to stare at the table where warm baskets of toast had appeared along with appropriate cutlery and plates.
“Harry, do you want some toast?” Hermione reached over to pick up the toast basket that was rapidly being emptied by ravished students. The brown haired girl offered Harry a slice but Harry ignored it and continued to stare at the table in silence. Harry felt his two best friends sharing a silent look of concern over his head.
“Come on mate, how did it go? You and Angelina Price left pretty early. Did she make a man of you?” Ron lifted his eyebrows suggestively as he stuffed a buttered piece of toast in his mouth.
“Ronald!” Harry felt the gust of wind as Hermione reached around him and slapped Ron hard on the shoulder for being so insensitive and crude but Harry didn’t care. Judging from the stares, the sniggers and the whispered comments most of the school already knew anyway so there was no point in denying it. Slowly for the first time since breakfast had started Harry sat up and looked at his expectant best friend. Harry didn’t need to say anything as he stared blankly at Ron, the young red head’s smile fading as he read the humiliation and pain in his best friends eyes.
“Oh, that good hey.” Ron whispered sheepishly instantly regretting having opened his big mouth. As Harry looked away from Ron he finally caught the stares of his school friends, their expressions of sympathy not sincere enough to hide the smirks of laughter they tried fruitlessly to conceal.
“I don’t feel very well.” Harry muttered miserably as he stood up from the table abruptly and began striding towards the exit of the hall, very aware of all the eyes on him including that of the faculty who were undoubtedly in the dark about the tension surrounding the sixth and seventh year students.
“Harry.” Ron went to stop his friend but Hermione pulled him back into his seat as they watched Harry continue to weave his way through the crowded hall trying to make it out as quickly as possible. Harry had thought he’d gotten off lightly but before he could make it past the last seats of the Ravenclaw table he heard a voice addressing him.
“Hey limp dick!” Draco’s voice made Harry freeze. The tears Harry had been holding back were now threatening to fall from his eyes as he heard the unrestrained sniggering break out around the hall at Draco’s comment. Carefully raising his head Harry stared across the heads of the students over to the Slytherin table where Draco was standing up, a molded, soft plastic fake cock springing back and forth in his hand as he held it up high so that everyone could see it. “Need some pointers!” Draco finished as he waved the plastic sex aid around as the sniggers turned to all out laughter. Distantly Harry heard McGonagall and Snape confiscating Draco’s visual aid but the damage had already been done. The stunt had proved quite effectively that everyone knew what had happened at the party. Hastily Harry spun around and tried to run from the room but a hand caught his and he turned around to glare at the guilty, pale face girl who had been the start of all his current problems.
“Harry, I’m sorry a couple of them overheard me talking to the twins and….” Harry’s anger grew almost instantly as he watched the bullshit display play out in front of him. She wasn’t sorry, she’d made it damn clear the night before everyone would know what had happened between them, and Harry should have known better than to trust a gossip. “…and you weren’t that bad, nervous perhaps, we can try again…..” Harry snapped almost instantly and before he knew what he’d done he drew his hand back and slapped her hard across the face sending her sprawling against the table clutching her injured cheek and crying loudly.
“MR POTTER!” The hall had fallen silent and it was only Dumbledore’s voice that echoed around the hall. Harry looked up uncaringly from where Angelina was huddled against her housemates still clutching her cheek to stare at Dumbledore who was on his feet, as was McGonagall and Snape all of them looking about ready to pounce on him should he even move. “You my boy will report immediately to my office. Draco Malfoy I believe your head of house can deal with your disgusting display appropriately. Professor McGonagall if you can escort Miss Price to the hospital wing. The rest of you will stop this nonsense immediately and get on with your meals without a sound am I understood!” Dumbledore spoke, his tone even and cool not needing to be raised in order to get his message of anger across. “Potter I said now!” Harry sighed heavily as he watched Dumbledore step down from the top table and sweep out of the hall via the staff entry leaving Harry to make his own way up to the wizard’s office. This was the last thing Harry needed on top of the already shit night he’d had. Admittedly he regretted striking Angelina but of late he’d been prone to rash behavior and this undoubtedly was a culmination of everything so far.
Harry dawdled up the stairs to the headmaster’s office and stood for a good ten minutes outside the wizards closed door before finally raising his fist to knock.
“Come.” Harry obediently entered the familiar office and walked stiffly over to where Dumbledore was sat behind his large desk. Harry stopped in front of the desk and stared at his shoes as he felt Albus stare at him seriously over the rims of his half moon glasses. “Sit.” Dumbledore gestured to the chair on the opposite side of the desk and Harry obediently sat down awkwardly on its edge. Harry watched as the elder wizard summoned a tray of tea and biscuits. It took Harry a second to realize there were four cups on the tray before the fireplace erupted in flame and both McGonagall and Snape stepped out onto the headmaster’s fireside rug. “Ah, Professors just in time for tea.” Harry closed his eyes in shame as he felt McGonagall pass him to accept Albus offer of tea. Snape remained standing stiffly by the side of the fire staring darkly at Harry like he was the scum of the earth as usual. No doubt Draco had told Snape what had gone on, and it was with some anger that Harry imagined the potions professor having another bit of information about his personal life to hold over him. “So a party in the Ravenclaw common room Harry?” Dumbledore sat back down in his chair with his cup of tea, as McGonagall stood behind him sipping from her own steaming cup. Harry gritted his teeth determined not to dig himself a hole as he simply nodded in agreement. “I was under the impression you and Miss Price were friends Harry?” Dumbledore rose a knowing eyebrow at Harry who merely shrugged his shoulders and went back to fiddling with a thread hanging from his jumper.
“Mr. Potter, sexual experimentation shouldn’t be taken so likely…” Harry groaned loudly at McGonagall authoritative, motherly tone and hung his head in his hands to cover the pink stain that colored his cheeks. This was not what he needed, a lecture from his head of house on the evils of so called casual sex.
“Minerva please.” Dumbledore admonished calmly as the elder witch sniffed indignantly at being politely told to shut up. Harry didn’t have to look up to know that Snape was smirking in that infuriating smug way he favored whenever Harry fell into trouble and got caught. “Harry we were all young once too, and we understand the trails of teenage life and the difficulties that can arise….” Harry groaned again at Dumbledore’s poor choice of words, this time unable to sit back and merely take it.
“Listen,” Harry stood up abruptly from the chair and stared at the three professors sincerely. “I honestly don’t want to discuss this especially not with you three. What I do in the privacy of my own time is my own business and just because I made a poor judgment in that bitch doesn’t mean I need a lecture on sex education alright.” Harry snapped sharply as he straightened his jumper. “Now I’m sorry I hit her, I didn’t mean to hurt her I just lost my temper. So just give me the inevitable years worth of punishment and let me go and wallow in my own misery.” Harry trailed off hoping like hell that the headmaster would grant him this one mercy. It was humiliating enough to be known as limp dick by everyone without having to sit and explain it to his professors. For a moment Harry didn’t think his straightforwardness had worked but at length the headmaster nodded.
“Very well you may go Harry, I think 100 points lost from Gryfindor’s house score is sufficient punishment without unnecessary detentions.” Harry nodded wondering why he’d gotten off so lightly. Snape seemed more than a little pissed that the punishment was so lax but made no comment as Harry turned and headed for the door a little of his dignity restored.
“Oh and Mr. Potter.” Harry paused on the threshold of the office as McGonagall address him. “We start mandatory sex education classes for all sixths and seventh years on Monday I will expect to see you there.” Harry sighed heavily and nodded. It was inevitable really that the classes would come, Fred and George had attended the classes after one of their own dorm parties had gone a miss.
Not that it mattered whether he was there or not, no amount of sex education was going to help Harry, not with his problem….
TBC>>>>