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Disclaimer: A bit trashy and smutty, but no regrets. Just enjoy it for what it is – fun and nothing serious. Inspired by the song, 'Stacy's Mom' by Fountains of Wayne.
#SummerBreak
. . .
"I'm home!" Harry called, kicking the door closed with the back of his foot.
There was a definite sound of movement coming through the main common area leading into the lounge, before his mother poked her head around the corner and her face lit up. Dropping his rucksack in the doorway, he was taken suddenly into her arms, the tight embrace something he secretly missed over the year.
"You didn't tell us you were coming home earlier, darling. We were all geared to pick you up tomorrow." She fussed, running a hand through his hair and smiling fondly.
"I wanted to surprise you both, plus, I'd only be drinking and have a wicked hangover tomorrow. You know how it is." He laughed, and was soon joined by his father when they made it to the living and dining area.
"Hi father, oh, Mr. Snape good to see you." Harry beamed, noting their neighbor was over for dinner.
"Hello, Harry." Severus offered his hand, and Harry shook it before getting pulled into a bone crushing man hug from his father, "You must be relieved for the summer."
"Yes sir, I am." Harry replied confidently and rather relieved that he could relax for those few months before going back.
"My son, a college student. A red lion through and through, hmm?"
Harry rolled his eyes, "Yes, father. Gryffindor all the way."
Severus could be heard snorting from across the table and Harry gave him a knowing look, their neighbor was the odd one out, having gone to Slytherin University in the northern region of Britain. Gryffindor and Slytherin varsities were part of the Hogwarts Ivy league schools; only the best and brightest students were accepted and attended the institutions.
"How was the train home, darling?" Lily asked, settling a salad down in the middle of the table.
"Long, it always is, and some weird man was singing for half of it. Thank goodness for noise cancelling headphones." Harry laughed, pulling the black chord from down the front of his shirt and wrapping his headphones around his hand loosely.
"Would you like dinner? Rose is next door with Stacy." His mother asked.
"I assure you, Harry, it is nothing spectacular. I believe they ordered pizza." Severus commented, topping up his wine.
"If I don't see another pizza this whole summer, I'll be very happy." He chuckled, and plopped down next to the man.
"And yet, you still have that athletic body. How is it youth can stay so trim?" Severus joked and the rest of them laughed.
. . .
Catching up with the family and Severus had been good, but now that it was nearing ten in the evening he was extremely tired. It had been an entire day of travelling, since he'd funded it himself and taken the train rather than flown, and could think of nothing better than standing under a stream of hot water before tucking himself into bed. His room was like it had never been touched, everything still in it's place, though he knew his mother had been in to dust on occasion.
Throwing his rucksack into the corner of his room, and committing to unpacking in the new day, he went over to the French doors and went outside. It was a mild evening as he stood on out on the second story; and he filled his lungs of the familiar scent of home and the delectable scent of the peach tree always reminded him of summer, laying beneath it on the front yard, sheltering from the sun and gorging on the stone fruit. A light flicking on across the fence caught his attention, his bedroom directly across from Severus's and he marveled at how well the man seemed to be adjusting to the passing of his wife, Victoria, earlier in the year.
Down in the living area of his neighbors house, he could see his sister Rose and Severus's daughter, Stacy giggling about something, though he doubted it would be anything of consequence. Sisters were so annoying, even though she was a year younger than Harry. Stacy was his age and because they were across the fence from one another, having gone to the same schools, they were all very close friends. Well, he didn't know if he would be with Stacy anymore, he had been gone all year – bar the funeral of her mother – and hadn't made contact. He felt a little bad, she'd lost her mother and he couldn't even begin to fathom what that might feel like.
The running of a sliding door caught his attention and Severus was coming out onto his balcony also, coming up to lean against the railing and smiling gently.
"I don't believe I ever congratulated on making it into Gryffindor."
"Thanks, Mr. Snape. You must be proud that Stacy made it into Hufflepuff for next year?"
"I've never understood why people take a gap year, but she did and I suspect it might have something to do your, young Rose."
"Sad she didn't apply for Slytherin, then?"
"She was accepted to all four Ivy league varsity's." Severus shrugged, but his expression was light, "Women."
Harry shared his expression and nodded in understanding, "Yeah."
Bidding the man goodnight, he set about getting some rest, not in any rush for the next day and planned to take it slow. He was rudely woken in the morning however, with Rose bounding in through the door after having knocked very roughly and whipped the covers off Harry with one fluid movement.
"Morning sleepyhead." She sung, her voice far too loud for his liking.
"Mmph, go away, shit." He grumbled, blinking blearily at her and trying to find his covers.
"It's such a beautiful day outside, don't mope around up here!" She said, the volume still boisterous.
"I said, go away!" He shouted, springing from his bed and chasing her out.
Slamming his door closed, he could hear her running down the stairs and yelling at their mother, complaining that he was being rude to her. He both loved and loathed his sister, but didn't dwell on it any further and piled the covers back onto his bed, sliding into them like a burrito and planning on being there for a few more hours.
When he did surface; it was wandering sleepily downstairs and ransacking the cupboards and fridge for something to eat. Settling on some fruit and pushed open the large French doors and stepped into the warm summer morning, the sense of relaxation melting away all the stress he'd brought home with him from university. The gate that led into their neighbours backyard was open and he could hear girlish laughter from over the fence. His sister must have been over using the pool, and couldn't deny taking a dip would be just what he needed.
Once changed, and looking a little more respectable, he slung a towel over his shoulder and wandered next door. They had an open door policy when it came to each others yards, so he knew it would be fine, and spied his sister and Stacy splashing about in the water.
"Heya, Harry." The raven haired girl waved when she saw him, then quickly got out of the pool.
Running towards him, she slammed her drenched body into his and he hissed at how cool the water was against his exposed skin. She laughed and playfully punched him, taking his hand and pulling. He only just had enough time for dumping his glasses and towel before she dragged him right to the pools edge but he beat her to pushing him in and dived elegantly into the disturbed water. Whilst fresh, it was just what he needed.
She was a pretty girl, one would have to expect that when you looked at her parents. She had taken after her father with the hair, it was shiny, long, and the deepest of dark blacks he had seen. A pale complexion also inherited from Mr. Snape, her eyes and lean body had been directly taken from her mother. Harry would quietly admit that when he was in high school, he had a bit of a crush on Mrs. Snape, and his friends certainly commented on her; referring to Harry's neighbor as the milf next door. Now, however, he had no such issues with attraction to her, nor any other woman that he laid eyes on.
"It's good to see you, again. How are you?" Harry asked once he surface from the water, swimming to the edge where she was drifting on a blue pool noodle.
"Oh, just the same. I got back from my Europe trip two weeks ago, just in time to receive my acceptance letters."
"Your father told me last night, that's exciting news, but I have to ask…"
She laughed freely and he marveled at how her white teeth sparkled, "Why I didn't choose Slytherin? I thought that would be obvious."
"Right, because you never do anything he says."
"Rebel with a cause." She giggled, but they were interrupted by Rose splashing them.
Managing to score the inflatable unicorn to lounge on, he grabbed his Ray Bans off the lounger where he had thrown his towel and soaked up some sun. The two girls had retreated to inside, and he had a sneaking feeling they'd completely disappeared and gone down to the local shopping complex for some shopping. Being alone was just fine with him, and was tempted to grab his mini boom box for some music.
The sound of glasses clinking together had him cracking an eye open, and through the tinted windows, he could see someone walking about the kitchen. Perhaps they didn't go out, he wondered, and was lazily rowing with his fingers to the edge of the pool, intentions for going back home for the music.
"You must have brought the good weather back with you, Harry." Lifting his head, Severus was walking towards him, two tall narrow glasses in his hands.
"More like I managed to escape the windy shores of Scotland."
Severus's lip curled at the response and indicated he'd bought Harry out a drink. Sliding off the inflatable and pulling himself out of the pool, he took the offered drink and downed half of it in one gulp, not realizing how thirsty he had become in the sun.
"Thirsty boy."
Harry blushed, if it were possible due to the rosy tint to his cheeks from being exposed to the sun, "Thank you, I guess I needed that."
"Indeed, hydration is key. Are you at least wearing sun screen, or will you be painfully waddling to Lily this evening, back red as a cooked lobster."
Averting his eyes, though the man wouldn't have been able to see that behind his glasses, his face grew guilty, "I should probably head back inside."
"Stay as long as you like, Harry. I will get the bottle now, hopefully you haven't been out here too long."
Harry watched the man walk away, and went to his lounger to lay down on his front. Severus was back within seconds and he gasped when something cold hit his back and a throaty chuckle sounded from above him. Being teased mercilessly by the man, he allowed for the crème to be rubbed into his back, appreciating the subtle massaging movements his neighbor used in the process.
Severus was into medicine; he had been practicing as a doctor for many years, until five years ago when his wife had gotten sick and moved into medical research instead. Working from home now, he still saw the odd client and had a registered doctors room at the front of their house, but his clientele were few and far between. That was why, when he found a knot in Harry's shoulder, he worked both thumbs into it and caused the younger man to moan out of sheer pleasure, not realizing the way he had been so tense before now.
"You should be doing stretches during those long study sessions, Harry."
"Mmm, what I really need is someone with amazing hands to do this daily." He replied, and Severus huffed with amusement.
When Severus appeared satisfied by the progress he'd made, he squirted more lotion into his hands and started working down Harry's body, working the calves and hamstrings methodically, to which he was more than happy with. He hadn't had a massage in months, not since football season had ended for him to have finished his exams and assignments.
"So, what are your plans for the summer, then?"
"Not sure yet. I'm meeting with my friends tomorrow since I haven't seen them almost all year, and maybe just cruise around the town. Apart from that, not a lot."
"I think you deserve a break, I don't doubt with your mothers tenacity that those grades of yours haven't slipped."
"You and I both know what would happen if it did." Sighing, Harry felt a hand tapping his calf to signal the man was done and glanced sideways to see him take the second lounger.
"Very true. Say, if you were after something to do, I could do with some help around the garden. Stacy doesn't want anything to do with it, and of course, I would offer you monetary compensation for your troubles."
Harry couldn't see much of the man's expression beyond the aviators he wore, but it sounded like a good gig. He was rather strapped for cash at the moment, and had intended on persuading his father after a few beers to, lend, him some money for coffee when he went to see Ron and Hermione tomorrow. The scholarship paid for his tuition, and in return, his parents topped up his account with a few pounds each week to get him by on food and other expenses, but that didn't mean he felt good about the charity. He hadn't thought about getting a job, but maybe he could take the man up on his offer.
"Sure, I wouldn't mind helping out."
Severus gave him a short smile, "Good, we can work out terms later. Perhaps you should head back inside, whilst your company is greatly appreciated, you are looking rather red. Get some moisturizing crème on it straight away, then ask if Lily has some aloe vera this evening." Shaking his head lightly, his black hair swished in the same movements, "You're going to be sore."
Grumbling, Harry lifted his Ray Bans, and glanced as his shoulder, damn, I really am burning.
. . .
Indeed he was sore, and very red by the time his burn had settled in the following morning when he went to see his friends. Hermione admonished him, after laughing of course, as he had a line where his glasses had been sitting. She had been attending Ravenclaw and Ron had dropped out of Gryffindor earlier in the year. It was good to see that this hadn't stopped his friendship from continuing, and they relaxed over iced coffees at the local Starbucks.
"I actually have something to tell you both." Hermione said, fidgeting with her plastic takeaway cup, "I'm moving to Bulgaria in a few months to study abroad."
"Wow, that's great. Did you get into Durmstrang or Beauxbatons?" Harry asked, genuinely excited for his friend.
"It sounds silly, but after being accepted into both, I've decided Durmstrang is the best option. Do I really look like the type of girl to major in beauty school?" She giggled.
Ron remained stone faced, but Harry gave her a warm side hug, hissing when the tight and sore skin of his shoulder pulled, "This is great. We should be celebrating this."
"Ron?"
"Yeah, it's great." He replied to the prompt, his expression not mirroring the words.
Harry shook his head, rolling his eyes for good measure and gave Hermione a reassuring look. She was bright and talented, and she was correct, beauty school wasn't for her. Law and politics on the other hand, they were very relevant to her interests, and her sole purpose in the past few years was looking into family law.
"Seriously, let's drink to this." Harry suggested.
"Malfoy is having a party this weekend, naturally the entire neighbor hood is invited, we should go to that." Hermione offered.
"I'm down, what about you Ron?"
"Sounds fine."
Harry frowned at his friends tone, but didn't dwell on it, knowing exactly why he was acting stuffy over Hermione leaving the country. When the time came for them all to disperse, Ron hung back and the moment she was out of view he rounded on Harry, almost angry, ranting about the situation.
"Look, if you had of just told her in the first place you were into her, then per – "
"I did! That's why she's moving away."
"I very much doubt that. Besides, you can't force someone to love you. Let's just go to Malfoy's this weekend and have some fun, get you a girl to take your mind off Hermione."
"Maybe I shouldn't have dropped out of university. I don't get out anywhere and when I do, it's hanging out with the same people all the time."
"Why not re-enrol for this year? Stacy Snape is going to Hufflepuff this year with Rose, and she's our age."
"I dropped out, she travelled."
"Then travel, Ron." Harry said emphatically, shaking his head.
He loved his friends dearly, but Ron and Hermione had been doing this weird flirtatious dance around one another for far too long, and apparently her patience had run out. Maybe, or perhaps she just didn't like him in the end. Godric's Hollow was a small suburb in a big county, everyone knew everyone else, all their business, everything. He couldn't blame her for wanting to get out of the country, even at Gryffindor there were times he wished he could go travelling and experience the world.
When he got home, naturally Rose and Stacy were talking about Malfoy's party in the weekend and groaned when he realised they were going to attend. He knew exactly what that meant for him, and that would be his parents making him in charge of her to make sure she was safe. Yes, she may have been his little sister by one year, but some times he wondered in a wrestle who would come out on top.
"You'll look after me, won't you, Harry?" Rose sung when he flopped down on the couch, interrupting their gossiping.
"You're old enough to be sensible and I don't see why I should have to babysit you at my friends party." He sniffed.
Flicking on the television, he drowned them out and watched whatever brain numbing substance was playing. The pinging of a text message had him turning his head, and Stacy bounced up, announcing she had to leave. Smiling and saying good bye, Harry remained where he was and watched her leave, wondering if she might be interested in Ron. Shaking his head, and taking his eyes of her pert backside, he couldn't imagine the introduction to her father would be particularly smooth and found a smirk pulling at his lips.
"Ew, do you like her? That's so gross, Harry." Rose commented, throwing herself onto his stomach, winding him.
"Gah, get off me."
"Rose, get off your brother." Lily commented as she entered the room, passing into the kitchen.
"Muuum~" She sung, following their mother through, "Can I go to a party on Friday? Stacy is going and Harry said he would – "
"I never said anything!" He cried in defence.
" – Look after Stacy and I. It's at Draco Malfoy's house, his parents are away for the weekend and said he could host."
Harry rolled his eyes, he would never had told their mother that much, now there was no way he could go and not babysit his bloody sister. Pulling the phone from his pocket, he went into the group message he'd set up with Hermione and Ron.
HP: Looks like I'll be babysitting the sister at Malfoy's.
R: Mate, that sucks.
HG: At least he's being responsible, Ron.
R: It's the first summer back, what if he wants to get laid?
HG: Charming.
HP: I promise, Hermione… That's his words not mine.
Harry groaned, why were his friends now fighting amongst each other right now? He wasn't going to entertain this, even when his phone started to blow up and flicked it onto silent, hauling himself off the couch to his bedroom. What was Malfoy doing these days, he wondered, plonking into his office chair and opening up his MacBook. Facebook was the best place and he searched the blonde out, huffing when he saw the completely camp looking profile picture, wearing screaming hot pink and his hair up in a high pony tail from some party he'd been to.
The messenger box at the bottom of his screen kept pinging with his friends fighting and sighed, but another ping that came through had his attention, it was Malfoy himself and he'd sent a winking face. Snorting, he tilted his head and typed out a message, not really knowing what else to say.
H: I hear you're having a party this week.
D: You heard right, coming?
H: Am I invited?
D: Pfft, please. Saint Potter is always invited.
No, Draco really hadn't changed had he? Well, aside from the fact he was now shagging men, how his father must love the fact his son is gay. He admired the blonde for being so outright and direct about it, but he supposed owning it was better than laying in the shadows and worrying what people might think; Draco was lucky to be surrounded by people who support him.
H: Funny, not what you said in high school.
D: I didn't find you ridiculously hot in high school.
Well, that was a new development. Draco Malfoy, pining after Harry Potter, but did the teen know he was in the closet, or was it a rouse to try and make him feel uncomfortable by throwing his campness in his direction. It was tempting to play along, he knew it would be a joke they could use between them.
H: I see that cockiness hasn't changed.
He received another winking face in return and let his head fall back against the office chair. What would it be like to kiss Draco Malfoy? Well, get drunk enough and he might have that question answered, but looking after his sister was one of the best cock blocks he could have asked for. Swinging around on his chair, it rotated a few times before stopping so he was facing the French doors. Mr. Snape was walking around the room, he appeared to be packing a bag and wandered around with his shirt unbuttoned and flapping behind him.
"Harry?" Lily was calling him from downstairs, begrudgingly he stood and went to find out what she wanted.
. . .
Harry was wandering around his room aimlessly, wondering what he should wear to this party. There was hot and available, hot and taken, or hot and completely camp with the intention of getting laid. He decided on the safe option and went for his good black skinny jeans and a band tee, there was no need to get too dressed up.
Stacy was around too, Mr. Snape was gone for the weekend on business, and whilst she was old enough to be self sufficient, she had elected to get ready with Rose. As he passed her room, he could hear them giggling and fooling around. He was then sitting at the breakfast bar, eating a snack when the two of them came down and Lily started doting on them both.
"What do you think, Harry?" Stacy asked, and he looked at her, giving a quick appreciative going over, before nodding.
"You look nice." He said, giving her a smile whilst Rose make a gagging sound.
His phone buzzed at that moment and he checked to see who it was. Ron was asking where he was, the party hadn't really kicked off yet and he was stuck talking to the other football players from Slytherin and Ravenclaw that had made it along. He thumbed a quick message to say he was on his way and announced to the room he was off too.
"Harry, did you want to take the girls?"
He looked at them both and Stacy was smiling coyly at him, "I don't see why not, but you better both be ready right now."
"We are." Stacy confirmed, and he grabbed his keys.
Ron had been right, and there weren't many people there but it was steadily building. The girls thankfully disappeared from him when walked in the door and he immediately found Ron standing around a keg, Draco and his friends were all speaking animatedly though the red head looked very out of place. Relief washed over his friend evidently when he walked over and Ron patted him on the back.
"You didn't come with Hermione, then?" Harry asked, taking the red plastic cup from Ron.
"No, she said Pansy offered her a ride."
"Really?" He asked with disbelief.
"Potter!" Draco's voice hollered from across the room.
"Malfoy, it's been not long enough." He joked, but tensed when the blonde came up and wrapped him in a tight hug, taking him off guard.
"Too long you mean." Were the whispered words, "I'm glad you're here. The party can finally start!"
There was a rousing loud cheer at that and somewhere, someone turned the volume up on the speaker system that was wired through out the house. Smiling and taking a sip of his beer, he shrugged at Ron before going around to mingle with his old school friends. He was surprised that so many of them were happy to see him, he could remember a lot of angst when they were all at high school together, and that had been when he was a high profile football player. Perhaps the year away from one another had done everyone some good, the space strengthening friendships and moving out of town providing some culture.
Hermione arrived with Pansy at some point in the night, and he was surprised to see them hanging together very closely. He and Ron stood off to the side, watching the scenes around them and laughing at various drunken antics, but he could tell the red head was still bitter about Hermione. Pulling his friend from the room, he walked them outside where some had stripped off and were in the heated pool.
They were chatting quietly, when Harry noticed his sister and Stacy off in the distance. There were people of a variety of ages here, a surprising few were still in high school but the majority were recent graduates or first year varsity students.
"Harry, there you are." Draco said, coming up to them both and slinging an arm around him.
"Draco – wow, okay – yes, you have certainly been drinking." Harry commented, struggling to keep the drunken blonde vertical.
"How have you been, Harry?" He hiccupped, "You grew hot over this year, what happened?"
Harry was distantly aware that Ron was making a choking noise, but he really had to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. His sister and Stacy were still in eye sight, which he was happy about, and then turned his attention back to Draco.
"Gryffindor suits me then. How are you, Draco? I see you're still annoying as ever."
"Aw, don't be mean, Harry~" The blonde cooed, coming dangerously close to his ear, "I missed seeing that ass of yours, running up and down the field."
Blushing, but trying to laugh it off, he first saw Ron's dark expression before seeing his sister yelling at someone from across the pool. Stacy looked upset and threw the rest of her drink, but there was no getting away from Draco's tentacles as they wound around him.
"My a-ass?" Harry stuttered, trying to work out what had his sister upset.
Draco bit the shell of his ear, to which Harry gasped and gently closed his eyes, "Gross, get a room." Ron muttered.
"Your ass, your body," At this Draco ran his fingers lightly down Harry's body, "Your face."
The blonde was going to go in for a kiss, but Harry pushed him gently so they didn't make contact, concerned when he couldn't see Rose or Stacy. Twisting the blonde so he was facing Ron, he made an apologetic expression and muttered that he had to leave and went in search of the girls. Back inside, he passed Hermione and Pansy, they were up on a table and dancing like no one was watching, but the surprise didn't last and he passed Neville who was coming down the stairs.
"Have you seen my sister?"
"Upstairs with Stacy Snape."
Patting the teen on the back, he ascended the stairs and went about opening the various doors as he passed them. The house was rather large, and they could have been anywhere, but at the sound of someone retching, he opened one of the many bathroom doors and looked on with disbelief as he saw his sister holding back the long black tendrils in both hands.
"Oh man." He sighed, shutting the door behind him, "How much has she had to drink?"
"She's had two beers." Rose said frantically, "I think she was drugged. There was this guy from out of state, he went to some community college and she's been talking to him for ages, tonight was the first night she's properly met him and he was such a creep."
"I suppose that's why you were yelling at him."
"I told her not to speak to him and he's the only one who could have gotten near her enough to spike it. Please, Harry, you can't tell mum and dad. Shit, Mr. Snape will be so angry!" Rose was more worried than crying but she had tears pricking in the corner of her eyes.
"Vomiting is good, it'll get whatever hasn't already gotten into her system out. We'll stay at Stacy's tonight, that way mum and dad don't need to know." Rose shot him a grateful expression, but he didn't say anything about not telling Stacy's father, and he could only imagine how that was going to go when he got back from his business trip.
He went downstairs to get her some water, bumping into Ron who had found Seamus and Dean, they were talking heatedly about football and the red head pulled him aside, asking if everything was okay. Explaining that it wasn't, and pointing to the disgusting creature that had caused so much trouble, he left it at that and went back with water.
Safe to say, the car ride home was with a lot of stops, pulling over so Stacy didn't ruin the interior of his car. Even though it was a bit of a shit box, he didn't need vomit added to the already stained back seats. When they arrived home, he stopped in the neighbors driveway and had the raven haired girl give him her house keys, letting them all inside. Thankfully, Rose was there to shower her and safely get her friend into bed and they reconvened outside the teens bedroom.
"I think she'll be okay." Rose sighed.
"You need to stay with her tonight, make sure she doesn't cover her bed in vomit. I'll go to the garage and see if I can't find a bucket."
"Okay." She replied, covering a yawn but stopped him when he went to turn away, "Thanks, Harry." He gave her a soft smile, then they parted ways.
When he returned, Stacy was out cold, so he placed the bucket on her side of the bed and announced he was going to sleep on the couch. Passing Severus's room on his way through the house, he spied a jumper that had been left out and shuddered when he felt goosebumps travel up his arms. Assuming the man wouldn't mind, he picked it off the bed and slipped it over his head. He hadn't noticed before, but the man's cologne was rather pleasant, spicy and mysterious. Yawning himself, it covered the smile threatening to spread and went about finding some blankets to curl up on the couch with.
. . .
Everyone was feeling rather sullen when they woke the next morning, Stacy more so as she sluggishly came down stairs with the duvet wrapped around her shoulders. Harry was raiding the fridge to see what he could put together but resigned himself to having a fast food run for them all.
"I don't even remember what happened last night." She muttered, draping herself lazily over the couch, not being able to hold herself up.
"He's such a jerk, I hope you're not going to message him again." Rose spat, gingerly rubbing her friends back.
"No, I won't be." Stacy squeaked.
"Speaking of which, give me that creeps number. I'm going to give him a piece of my mind." Harry commented, holding out his hand for her phone.
"It's upstairs." Stacy groaned, trying to get up but Rose darted away to get it for her, "Harry… You're not going to tell dad, are you?"
He sighed, stalling until he had the phone in his hand before answering it. He should, and he would, but perhaps he should ask Hermione or his mother before doing so, just to get their perspective on it. Rose arrived with the phone and Stacy unlocked it before handing it over, he looked at her sadly and then shrugged.
"He's your father, Stac'. I'm not sure he'd be particularly pleased if he found out what happened later."
"You said you wouldn't tell." Rose pouted, frowning angrily at him.
"No, I said I would tell our mum and dad. You never stipulated which parent." He replied, creating a contact for Severus, before moving onto the older teen Stacy had been messaging.
"That's not fair." His sister commented, but it went on deaf ears.
"I'll think about it, but at the very least, you need to tell him. Otherwise he may not trust you to go out again."
It was fruitless really, she would be going off to college at the end of summer break, but he knew Severus Snape from all those years they had grown up living next to him and the rest of the family. He was strict, far stricter than his parents ever were, and he wondered if that would have gotten worse when Victoria passed away, leaving him a solo father.
"Right, I'm going to get us some food, what do you feel like?" He asked, standing and reaching to grab his keys.
. . .
Nursing his iced coffee, Harry sat across from Hermione who was busy texting away on her phone. His Ray Bans were propped on the end of his nose as he eyed her critically, but said nothing until she was paying full attention to him.
"You seemed pretty cosy with Pansy last night." He smirked, seeing her blush.
"Oh, shut up."
"Wait, she's not the one transferring to Russia is she?" He chuckled, lucky he wasn't wearing her coffee.
"Look, we're at that age where we need to explore our selves and experiment. I saw how you looked at Draco last night, I bet given the chance he would take you on the best ride of your life." Smiling innocently behind her own glasses, she was satisfied to see a returning blush, "So, what was so important you needed to chat?"
"That creep, Troy from out of state spiked Stacy's drink last night. I'm not sure what he had in mind, considering her and Rose are basically inseparable."
"Oh my gosh, is she okay?"
"Yeah, I brought them home last night, we stayed at Stacy's, seeing as Mr. Snape is out of town on business. I just… I don't know what to do about telling him about it. Stacy doesn't want – "
"Harry, you have to tell him." Hermione cut in, "Honestly, it's his daughter and absolutely deserves to know, especially since you looked after her. I think he'll be very appreciative that you were there to help out."
"I thought you might say this." He commented, pulling the phone from his pocket, "What should I say?"
She thought for a moment, "Pass it here, I'll start the message and you can hit send once you read it."
Nodding, he passed it over and she started typing for a few minutes. Whilst this was happening, he looked out into the garden area of the Starbucks, enjoying the sunshine that rained down on them both. He could, because unlike everyone else, he wasn't hungover, and in a moments reflection, he was glad he had taken the girls, especially since the night ended so sourly.
"Here, see what you think." Hermione passed the phone over and he leaned down to read it.
H: Hi Severus, it's Harry. When you get a chance, can you call me?
"That's it?" He frowned.
"Well, you don't want to go all for it in the first message, he'll probably get on the first plane or train back, thinking the worst. If you go into notes, I've written all the responses you might need."
"Oh," Harry exited out of his texts and opened the notes application, "Okay, that makes more sense." He commented, perusing the statements she'd come up with.
"I really insist you ring him though, these things can get misinterpreted through text." She explained, and Harry nodded.
Opening his messages back up, he hit send on the first one and put his phone face down on the table. He wasn't expecting a response immediately, so relaxed into the atmosphere. Apparently there was another smaller party happening tonight at Dean and Seamus's flat, so Harry decided he could ditch the sister and have a proper night drinking with his friends. Renewed with excitement, they parted ways until that night where he could let his hair down.
It wasn't until he was back at home, sprawled out on his bed, that he felt his phone vibrate with a message. Retrieving it from his pocket, he was surprised when the name across the screen gave his heart a flutter.
S: Harry, this is a nice surprise. I'm still in a meeting, is everything okay?
Damn, Harry thought, Hermione had said to speak with him rather than going over text, but then again she did write a bunch of different responses. So he switched applications and read through them to find one that was most appropriate.
H: Everything is fine, I just wanted to tell you something but it can wait till your meeting has finished.
S: The suspense is killing me. Please, tell me.
Harry smiled, trying to imagine the strict and proper man bored and slouching in his chair as he listened to the droning speaker. No, he was there to tell Severus that his daughter could have been seriously ill last night… But he was in a meeting. It was time to improvise, change the subject until he was out of his important business correspondence.
H: Bored, huh? Got any good doodles?
Harry was grinning at his phone, but put it down after a minute when there was no answer. He decided instead to start getting ready for the night and went to his wardrobe to see what he could cover himself in, but the sound of a vibration coming from his bed had him rushing back and skidding across the covers with phone in hand.
S: [photo]
S: How does it stack up to your varsity notes?
Harry's mouth popped open, before he rolled into his back, holding the phone over his head with both hands and laughing at the really bad drawing of… Well, he wasn't entirely sure and twisted his phone, even going so far as to turn it upside down, giving up in the end and shaking his head.
H: I am shocked. A distinguished man like yourself drawing? Can I ask what it is?
S: You can't tell? Damn, I should work harder.
H: Shouldn't you be concentrating on the meeting?
Yes, it sounded exactly as it looked. He was chastising the man, but he didn't really care, which was weird when he was usually rather proper with the Severus. Perhaps texting wasn't the best idea, he was forgetting who he was really talking to.
S: Being an adult is rather quite dull, Harry. Enjoy your years in study, it only gets worse ;)
Oh my god, Harry thought, he used an emoji. Snickering, and still grinning, he put his phone down for a moment to wonder what he was going to say next. Going off script had felt like a good idea at the time, but now he didn't know what to say. Deciding to not reply straight away, he went about getting ready for the evening, a classic white tee with his black jeans and leather jacket. Simple, but effective.
Glancing at his phone, he saw Ron had texted him and was waiting outside, so he grabbed his wallet and said goodbye to his parents. They were surprised he was going out again, but they couldn't hold him back, and quickly left the house. He cast a worried expression towards his neighbors' and wondered how Stacy was feeling, a knot of anxiety growing in his stomach when he thought of her alone in the house.
"Hey mate, you okay?" Ron asked when he got into the passenger seat.
"Yeah, all good." But it wasn't really and he unlocked his phone, his thumbs hesitating over the touch screen keyboard.
H: Stacy's drink got spiked last night.
H: Apart from being ill, she was safe and I brought both girls home.
H: I hope you're not angry, she was really worried.
Shit, he hadn't even had a drink and he was spouting off all this nonsense randomly. He hoped the man wasn't still in the meeting, he really didn't want him to worry. After this, he put his phone in his pocket and tried to forget about it.
"What's up with you and Malfoy?" Ron asked, pulling him from the turmoil churning.
"Nothing as far as I know, why?"
"He just seemed very keen on you last night."
"I assure you, the last person I'll be making out with is that little bratty ferret." Harry snorted, yelping when his pocket started vibrating.
Looking at the screen, Severus was calling him, and he groaned knowing Hermione was right and he should have just spoken to him in the first place. He reached over to the center console and turned the music down, taking a breath before he hit answer.
"Hi, Mr. Snape."
["Evening, Harry. I just finished my meeting, what is this about Stacy being drugged?"]
Internally groaning, Harry braced himself and gave a side eye glance at Ron who was subtly watching him back, "Er – Well, she only had a couple of drinks but she was very ill. Rose was there with her the whole time, so she wasn't in any immediate danger and I brought them both home. I think it was a guy who she was talking to who did it."
["How is she now?"]
The clipped tone made Harry's stomach knot further, "Last I checked she was fine."
["Thank you, for letting me know."]
"Of course." Harry replied, before an awkward silence reigned, "I, uh – I should let you go. That's all I wanted to say, sir."
Their goodbyes were brief and Harry sagged into the seat, resting his head against the window as he watched the world go past him.
"That sounded painful."
"Heaven help Troy when Stacy's father finds out who drugged her." He sighed, wincing.
Safe to say, the evening was a night to remember, well, that was if Harry could remember anything at all. He didn't know what time it was, or even day, but he was poignantly aware that there was something bright shining down on him, he was too hot, and there was a gentle prodding against his calf. Groaning and rolling onto his back, the world was spinning around him and the brightness only intensified. He could smell the earth, the birds who were far too loud in the trees, and the pounding in his head sounded like a large band of monkeys clashing symbols.
"Ah, he lives."
"Wha – " Harry started, feeling like his mouth was dry as the Sahara, "Where am I?" And more importantly, who was talking to him?
"I am sure there are plenty other surfaces for you to have collapsed on. My lawn, however, is not the best."
"Fuck." He groaned, recognizing the voice as Severus Snape.
"The last thing you would have had last night, I am sure. We should get you inside before your father catches you, or Lily for that matter. Who scares you the most?" It sounded like Severus was having far too much fun with him right now, but he attempted to heed his words and stumbled into a semi-standing position.
The ground lurched for him, but strong arms kept him upright for now and were almost dragging him towards the house. He was soon settled on something soft and he took in the familiar spicy scent with a happy sigh. Being instructed to drink water and then chewing something suspiciously bready, he then flopped back onto the cloud he was laying on and passed out once more.
. . .
Waking sometime later, it was to the intermittent buzzing of his phone. Moving heavy limbs and reaching into his back pocket, Harry dug it out and blearily looked at the screen. There were messages from everyone who was at the party that night, but taking a long, deep breath, he put the phone down and rolled over onto his side, staring at the window that overlooked his bedroom. Sitting bolt upright, and regretting in immediately, he realized where he was before the churning in his stomach became too much and he ran for what he hoped was the bathroom. He almost didn't recognize his own reflection in the mirror as he washed his mouth out, and felt incredibly embarrassed when a black silhouette caught his eye from behind.
"I am surprised that the savior of my daughter one night, cannot take care of himself the next."
"This isn't what usually happens, I – "
"No explanation required. If you're done, there is a perfect cure served downstairs."
Nodding, Harry half stumbled his way down the stairs and met the man in the living area, surprised that Stacy was nowhere to be seen. He then belatedly realized the older man had come home early from his trip and immediately felt guilty.
"Your trip."
"My daughter – and apparently you – are more important than those stuffy medical professionals." There was a silky undercurrent to his voice that Harry picked up on, it was almost fond.
"Thanks." For nothing more to say, he stuck to single syllable words for now, catching the odd glances from Severus as he struggled to keep the cure down.
"I would like to personally thank you for the diligence showed in taking care of my, Stacy. She informed me of what happened, the boy also, this morning after a few persuasive attempts."
"It was really nothing." Harry managed to say, taking a few deep breaths.
"Regardless, it is greatly appreciated."
Harry looked up and was greeted with a knowing smile, the man tilting his head gently and making sure everything was eaten on the plate. They didn't talk much after this, Harry unable to voice much when he was concentrating on not falling asleep again. The tell-tale sound of a door opening and closely loudly broke the silence and soon Stacy walked into the room, smirking at him with a shopping bag in hand.
"Hey, Harry." She whispered, putting the rustling bag on the table.
"Hey, Stac'."
"You look like shit." She giggled, standing behind her father, hands resting on the back of his chair.
"I've felt better." He grumbled, finishing off a piece of bacon.
Biting her lip, Harry frowned at the look, "I take it you haven't seen the video?"
Blood ran cold, and he immediately tried to remember what had transpired that evening. Begrudgingly, he made to stand and Severus nodded up the stairs. Sighing, Stacy pat him on the back and he ascended the two story house slowly, making his way to the older mans bedroom where he'd left his phone. Tenderly reaching across, the hype of his phone blowing up died away and he was able to read through some of the messages.
Apparently, something had happened with Draco, but it didn't make him feel better that he couldn't remember the night. Hermione told him to check Snapchat, and so he opened it up and saw a bunch of stories from people he knew to have been there at the party. Pressing play on Dean's story, he stared in shock as the video of him and Draco making out had most of the party-goers stopping to watch. It was heated, no question. Hermione's video showed more of the same, then Ron's showed shots being taken. That was why he couldn't remember anything, it was because half his body was doused in tequila.
He squeaked when a text came through from Pansy, and seeing the first part of the message, had him rounding the bed to sit down.
P: Hey stud, thought you might like a reminder of what happened last night ;)
P: Draco's bound to be sore.
P: [video]
"Fuck." He whispered, seeing the preview image was him bent over Draco who was on all fours across the bed.
Tapping the play arrow, the room soon filled with moans and mild cussing as Harry, who was not openly gay, pounded into Draco like he was going to die if he didn't. Getting such a fright at the content, he clicked his screen blank and stared at his reflection in the black screen. He had sex with Draco, he literally fucked Draco Malfoy. If this got out, he was so ruined, and people would laugh at him for years to come.
Coming back down the stairs, Stacy was grinning at him, but he shook his head to indicate he didn't want to talk about it. What an embarrassment, it was time to hide away from the world for a few days until it all blew over, or better yet, he could join Hermione and leave the country at the end of summer.
"I'm uh… I'm just going to go and kill myself." He muttered, much to Stacy's amusement.
"Harry," She said, stopping him as he went to leave, "Just so you know, it was pretty hot. Only Hermione, Pansy and I were in the room when that happened; so unless Ron or one of the others hears about it and shares it, no one is going to see that video."
"Still doesn't give me a lot of confidence."
"Well, whatever, besides that package you carry is very impressive." She smirked whilst speaking but it immediately disappeared when her father walked back into the room.
"Everything all right, Harry?"
Clearing his throat in a flustered manner, he managed to croak out that it was, before he was handed a bottle of blue Gatorade for his travels. Thanking the man again, he was really sure he owed him something now, he trudged with a pat on the back from each of them, for completely different reasons and once home, buried himself under the covers of his bed.
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I am so excited for the second chapter update… and the third… and the fourth. Gods, hope you're ready for the smut.
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