Down On Your Knees
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult ++
Chapters:
18
Views:
8,441
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23
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
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Down On Your Knees
Tile: Down on Your Knees
Author: Exis* Exis_@hotmail.com
Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape
Warnings: This fic will contain M/M sex....Gay sex. For thoes who don\'t like that, you should go away now. It will also highlight a love afair with a teacher so if that makes you unhappy, scram. I haven\'t finished writing it, but you should assume that it will have spoilers from ALL FOUR BOOKS.....if that displeases you, you can go away as well. My last warning is that this is my first slash fic, and my first Harry Potter fic. I haven\'t the slightest clue whether it\'s horrible, and I\'d like to pretend it\'s not....
Disclaimer: I don\'t own the characters, nor am I making any money off this. You know the drill, I won\'t elaborate.
Dedicated: To my Lovely Beta Tealish. Thanks for your patience, and your trust.
\"You\'ve forgotten how it started.
Close your eyes
think of all the bubbles of love we made,
and you\'re down on your knees
it\'s too late. don\don\'t come crawlin\'
and you lie by my feet.
what a big mistake.
I see you fallin\"
-\"Big Mistake\" Natalie Imbruglia
Chapter 1: \"Big Mistake\"
“Oh bloody hell,” he mumbled and quickly swallowed a tumbler of brandy. He quickly looked back at Harry, who was obviously trying to mask the shock on his face. Severus wondered whether the shock was from his own swearing, the expensive label on the brandy, or the full realization of what he had just confessed to Severus.
“I... well, you know... this could never... we really should...” Severus stopped. He wasn’t getting anywhere. He placed his long nimble fingers on his temples and rubbed gently. Harry just sat there. Severus could understand hatred, antipathy, apologies, excuses, anything where he could form a reaction or a retort. At least if Harry felt something they would have some place to start... But the apathy he gave off left Severus stumped. He paused for a moment and savored the warmth he felt from the brandy. He quickly put himself back into character.
“Unless you have a better idea, we’ll tell everyone that what happened was an incorrect potion. Something was amiss, and we can both go on with our lives like none of this happened. I am quite sure you have no objections to that Mr. Potter?”
What Harry would have liked to have said was, ‘Of course that’s what happened. It’s not like you didn’t announce that for once it looked like I had actually made a competent potion, or that you flushed and ordered the entire class out, or that you’re the least agreeable man in the school, and I am the most gossiped about, and it’s not like the story we came up with sounds as made up as a Grimm fairy tale. I am sure everything will totally be forgotten about. I have absolutely no objections.’ But then Harry figured that everything that was going through his head must be going through Snape’s as well, and pointing out the obvious wasn’t going to help either of them. Luckily the truth potion he had swallowed wasn’t strong enough to make him reveal that particular thought.
So instead of his monologue, he gave a curt nod and looked up to meet the Professor’s eyes and asked, “Can I leave now?”
“Unfortunately not, Mr. Potter. Unless you would like to go around the school telling the truth about what happened, I need to make an antidote for the potion. Each potion needs an individual antidote made from itself. It will only take a few minutes.”
Harry followed Snape out of the office, and into the classroom, where Snape dipped a vial into Harry’s cauldron, and gathered a brilliant blue liquid into the container. He took it to a worktable in the back of the room, where he mumbled to himself and carefully made an antidote. He handed it to Harry, who looked at it with trepidation. He then swallowed the liquid.
“Now, Potter, lie to me if you can. What’s the capitol of England?”
“Tokyo,” Harry replied, and a strange smile crept on his face.
“Thank you, you are excused,” and with that Snape turned on his heels and headed back into his office, slamming the door behind him. Harry quietly gathered his books, placing his supplies neatly in their containers. He walked to the potion’s classroom door, and stared at the handle. He opened it slowly, and walked into the corridor, where at least half the 7th year class stood. He felt sick to his stomach.
~*~
Severus flopped down in his chair, something he absolutely never did, but today it seemed strangely appropriate. He poured himself some more brandy, and the days events unfolded themselves in his mind.
~*~ 7th Year Potions Class That Day ~*~
“Just to see if you all can reach new heights of incompetence, I am giving you a rather difficult assignment. Anyone who actually read last Fridays assignment, and that would be practically no one if the quiz grades had anything to say about it, would know that there are many different types of truth potions. Today we’ll be making one of them, Claritaserum. It’s by no stretch of the imagination the strongest, but it’s strong enough. I will be testing this at the end of class, so anyone with something serious to hide might want to consider an intentional mistake or two.” He gave a furtive glance to the Slytherin side of the room.
“But for some of you, I’d imagine you really won’t have to worry about it,” he said flippantly, looking directly at Neville Longbottom. “Direct instructions are in your textbook, but additional instructions are on the board. Begin.” With that, Snape proceeded to oversee their attempts at creating this rather difficult potion. Some of the more intelligent students were doing all right, and the less intelligent ones were failing miserably. Harry, to his surprise, was doing quite well. He seemed particularly focused that day, and Snape was almost sickened to say that he was pleased. Maybe something he had tried to drill in his thick Gryffindor skull had managed to get there after all.
As the class ended, Snape went around to each cauldron and tested the potions. He had the student swallow a spoonful. A few potions worked, most had no effect, and Neville broke into hives upon tasting his. To test the potion he would ask a simple question, one anyone would easily know, yet lie to. He asked the Slytherins easy, natural questions, and watched them give natural answers. He knew quite well that a few of their potions didn’t work, and they were lying through their teeth, but it didn’t bother him. It was not the same case for the Gryffindors. He could see anger on each and every one of their faces... except one. Harry Potter seemed very nervous, not angry. Whatever deep dark secret he was hiding... Snape almost smiled at the thought of uncovering it. And it seemed the fates had smiled on him for once in his lifetime; it looked as though he might have actually done his potion correctly.
By the time Snape got around to the Gryffindors, he saw anger melt into apprehension and he watched as they began to fidget nervously. Instead of the easy questions he asked the Slytherins, he picked personal and embarrassing questions to ask the Gryffindors. Of the two-thirds who had done the potion incorrectly, only one-third were smart enough to lie. ‘Foolish pride,’ he mused to himself. ‘They won’t cheat even to save themselves embarrassment.’
He most enjoyed watching Granger squirm as he asked what the last rule she broke was. She was forced to tell him that she had been out past curfew in the astronomy tower. She was careful enough not to admit that it was Ron who had accompanied her, but the crimson blush that crept over his cheeks gave the game away. He then turned the tables on Ron, asking him what he had been doing in the astronomy tower. Fortunately, Ron’s potion failed, and he gave “playing chess” as an answer.
Harry was the only one left. Snape glanced down at his cauldron. He saw a perfect potionightight blue and hypnotizing. He had one question to ask; one question for which he could obtain total truth. He wasn’t going to get this opportunity ever again. He had better make it good. Then it dawned on him. What was the one thing Potter refused to discuss, the one thing he hated to have dragged into the light of day? It was his personal life. He instantly knew the perfect question to ask.
“Mr. Potter, it seems you have managed to not totally screw this up. I am surprised. We had better make good on this, tell me, Mr. Potter... who are you in love with?”
The room instantly filled with nervous giggles. Apparently he was not the only one who wished to know the answer. Harry, however, didn’t look phased at all. For a millisecond Snape regretted his choice of what to ask, but then Harry smiled softly and answered in a plain clear tone, “I’m in love with you, Professor Snape.”
Author: Exis* Exis_@hotmail.com
Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape
Warnings: This fic will contain M/M sex....Gay sex. For thoes who don\'t like that, you should go away now. It will also highlight a love afair with a teacher so if that makes you unhappy, scram. I haven\'t finished writing it, but you should assume that it will have spoilers from ALL FOUR BOOKS.....if that displeases you, you can go away as well. My last warning is that this is my first slash fic, and my first Harry Potter fic. I haven\'t the slightest clue whether it\'s horrible, and I\'d like to pretend it\'s not....
Disclaimer: I don\'t own the characters, nor am I making any money off this. You know the drill, I won\'t elaborate.
Dedicated: To my Lovely Beta Tealish. Thanks for your patience, and your trust.
\"You\'ve forgotten how it started.
Close your eyes
think of all the bubbles of love we made,
and you\'re down on your knees
it\'s too late. don\don\'t come crawlin\'
and you lie by my feet.
what a big mistake.
I see you fallin\"
-\"Big Mistake\" Natalie Imbruglia
Chapter 1: \"Big Mistake\"
“Oh bloody hell,” he mumbled and quickly swallowed a tumbler of brandy. He quickly looked back at Harry, who was obviously trying to mask the shock on his face. Severus wondered whether the shock was from his own swearing, the expensive label on the brandy, or the full realization of what he had just confessed to Severus.
“I... well, you know... this could never... we really should...” Severus stopped. He wasn’t getting anywhere. He placed his long nimble fingers on his temples and rubbed gently. Harry just sat there. Severus could understand hatred, antipathy, apologies, excuses, anything where he could form a reaction or a retort. At least if Harry felt something they would have some place to start... But the apathy he gave off left Severus stumped. He paused for a moment and savored the warmth he felt from the brandy. He quickly put himself back into character.
“Unless you have a better idea, we’ll tell everyone that what happened was an incorrect potion. Something was amiss, and we can both go on with our lives like none of this happened. I am quite sure you have no objections to that Mr. Potter?”
What Harry would have liked to have said was, ‘Of course that’s what happened. It’s not like you didn’t announce that for once it looked like I had actually made a competent potion, or that you flushed and ordered the entire class out, or that you’re the least agreeable man in the school, and I am the most gossiped about, and it’s not like the story we came up with sounds as made up as a Grimm fairy tale. I am sure everything will totally be forgotten about. I have absolutely no objections.’ But then Harry figured that everything that was going through his head must be going through Snape’s as well, and pointing out the obvious wasn’t going to help either of them. Luckily the truth potion he had swallowed wasn’t strong enough to make him reveal that particular thought.
So instead of his monologue, he gave a curt nod and looked up to meet the Professor’s eyes and asked, “Can I leave now?”
“Unfortunately not, Mr. Potter. Unless you would like to go around the school telling the truth about what happened, I need to make an antidote for the potion. Each potion needs an individual antidote made from itself. It will only take a few minutes.”
Harry followed Snape out of the office, and into the classroom, where Snape dipped a vial into Harry’s cauldron, and gathered a brilliant blue liquid into the container. He took it to a worktable in the back of the room, where he mumbled to himself and carefully made an antidote. He handed it to Harry, who looked at it with trepidation. He then swallowed the liquid.
“Now, Potter, lie to me if you can. What’s the capitol of England?”
“Tokyo,” Harry replied, and a strange smile crept on his face.
“Thank you, you are excused,” and with that Snape turned on his heels and headed back into his office, slamming the door behind him. Harry quietly gathered his books, placing his supplies neatly in their containers. He walked to the potion’s classroom door, and stared at the handle. He opened it slowly, and walked into the corridor, where at least half the 7th year class stood. He felt sick to his stomach.
~*~
Severus flopped down in his chair, something he absolutely never did, but today it seemed strangely appropriate. He poured himself some more brandy, and the days events unfolded themselves in his mind.
~*~ 7th Year Potions Class That Day ~*~
“Just to see if you all can reach new heights of incompetence, I am giving you a rather difficult assignment. Anyone who actually read last Fridays assignment, and that would be practically no one if the quiz grades had anything to say about it, would know that there are many different types of truth potions. Today we’ll be making one of them, Claritaserum. It’s by no stretch of the imagination the strongest, but it’s strong enough. I will be testing this at the end of class, so anyone with something serious to hide might want to consider an intentional mistake or two.” He gave a furtive glance to the Slytherin side of the room.
“But for some of you, I’d imagine you really won’t have to worry about it,” he said flippantly, looking directly at Neville Longbottom. “Direct instructions are in your textbook, but additional instructions are on the board. Begin.” With that, Snape proceeded to oversee their attempts at creating this rather difficult potion. Some of the more intelligent students were doing all right, and the less intelligent ones were failing miserably. Harry, to his surprise, was doing quite well. He seemed particularly focused that day, and Snape was almost sickened to say that he was pleased. Maybe something he had tried to drill in his thick Gryffindor skull had managed to get there after all.
As the class ended, Snape went around to each cauldron and tested the potions. He had the student swallow a spoonful. A few potions worked, most had no effect, and Neville broke into hives upon tasting his. To test the potion he would ask a simple question, one anyone would easily know, yet lie to. He asked the Slytherins easy, natural questions, and watched them give natural answers. He knew quite well that a few of their potions didn’t work, and they were lying through their teeth, but it didn’t bother him. It was not the same case for the Gryffindors. He could see anger on each and every one of their faces... except one. Harry Potter seemed very nervous, not angry. Whatever deep dark secret he was hiding... Snape almost smiled at the thought of uncovering it. And it seemed the fates had smiled on him for once in his lifetime; it looked as though he might have actually done his potion correctly.
By the time Snape got around to the Gryffindors, he saw anger melt into apprehension and he watched as they began to fidget nervously. Instead of the easy questions he asked the Slytherins, he picked personal and embarrassing questions to ask the Gryffindors. Of the two-thirds who had done the potion incorrectly, only one-third were smart enough to lie. ‘Foolish pride,’ he mused to himself. ‘They won’t cheat even to save themselves embarrassment.’
He most enjoyed watching Granger squirm as he asked what the last rule she broke was. She was forced to tell him that she had been out past curfew in the astronomy tower. She was careful enough not to admit that it was Ron who had accompanied her, but the crimson blush that crept over his cheeks gave the game away. He then turned the tables on Ron, asking him what he had been doing in the astronomy tower. Fortunately, Ron’s potion failed, and he gave “playing chess” as an answer.
Harry was the only one left. Snape glanced down at his cauldron. He saw a perfect potionightight blue and hypnotizing. He had one question to ask; one question for which he could obtain total truth. He wasn’t going to get this opportunity ever again. He had better make it good. Then it dawned on him. What was the one thing Potter refused to discuss, the one thing he hated to have dragged into the light of day? It was his personal life. He instantly knew the perfect question to ask.
“Mr. Potter, it seems you have managed to not totally screw this up. I am surprised. We had better make good on this, tell me, Mr. Potter... who are you in love with?”
The room instantly filled with nervous giggles. Apparently he was not the only one who wished to know the answer. Harry, however, didn’t look phased at all. For a millisecond Snape regretted his choice of what to ask, but then Harry smiled softly and answered in a plain clear tone, “I’m in love with you, Professor Snape.”