*******Disclaimer; NMNW (Not mine never were)
Rating; Should be NC17 if there was a category, but there isn't so we'll *ahem* tone down the humping for an R *ahem, cough*
Nods to;diagonalist for writing Flawed Lines, that was such a great fic it gave everyone inspiration ^_^ and....um.....me! for writing such an oustanding first chapter! Umm.....^o^ ************
Chapter One; The Kindest Thing
Harry walked through the corridors of Hogwarts. he was heading for Dumbledore's office - he didn't know why, although if the scathing looks from passing teachers, Snape especially, of course, were anything to go by he'd done something wrong. Again.
He rounded a corner and walked up to the revolving staircase. He felt someone sigh laboriously behind him. Harry closed his eyes and felt his stomach flip. If he turned now, Snape would be standing behind him. Probably glaring at the back of his head. Harry itched to turn around, but he wouldn't give the greasy potions master the gratification of seeing him look at him. Besides, Harry reminded himself as his stomach flipped again, he doubted that he could look directly into the older man's eyes without doing something embarrasing.
For the past year or so, Harry had discovered feelings for Snape. He found the man's dark eyes irresistable, the way he moved enchanting, and his voice.....Harry hated him, of course, but in a way he loved him. He smiled to himself. If only the others knew about him being - the way he was, different, feeling like this towards men - they'd die of shock. No-one knew, only Dean, and he wasn't going to tell anyone. He'd promised not to. Harry smiled again.
"What are you smirking at?" Snape growled. Harry bit his lip and couldn't resist not looking up, and found himself on the recieving end of an intense stare. "Well?" he snapped.
"Nothing," Harry found himself replying. Snape's eyes narrowed - Harry presumed with loathing - and then he looked away, at the staircase. The boy kept on looking at him for a moment, his elegant nose, the curl of his lip - Harry wished he could.......No, he told himself firmly. No fantasizing. There was no point. Him and Snape in a relationship? Laughable. Ridiculous. And yet....
Dumbledore suddenly appeared at the foot of the staircase, looking pensive. He looked at them both for a moment - Harry's quizzical expression, Snape's scowl, then pursed his lip and said: "I think you'd better both come to my office."
Snape gave Harry one more long glower - nothing like overdoing it, Harry thought bitterly - then followed Dumbledore up. Then Harry did the same.
When he got to the top of the stairs, Dumbledore had made his way over to the desk and sat down. Snape stormed over to one of the seats in the corner, leaving Harry the one directly in front of the headmaster's desk. Dumbledore held out a basket. "Lemon drop?"
"No thanks," Harry said quietly. Then he paused. "Have i done something wrong?"
The lines around the headmaster's eyes crinkled as he put the basket back down on his desk. "No, dear boy. Why would you think that?"
Because i've been carted off to the headmaster's office, and Snape is here with a face like a wet weekend in the midlands, he felt like replying. But he didn't. He shrugged. Snape, behind him, snorted. Harry wished he'd shut up. It was bad enough being in the same room with him, let alone having to suffer his wrath for something he didn't even know he'd done.
Dumbledore was looking at him again. "I'm sure you've heard of increasing Death Eater attacks on some villages in Wales," he said. Harry nodded. They'd been in the Daily Prophet almost every day for a week now, villages ransacked, hundreds dead. "And," Dumbledore continued, "We are growing increasingly worried for your safety, Harry. We're concerned that after Voldemort's finished in Wales he's going to come after you." Harry wanted to say something, but no sound came out. "And we think neither the school or your current home in Privet Drive can offer enough protection. You need round-the-clock wizard surveillance until the Wizarding world has a handle on things."
"Well, i can go and stay with the Weasley's, can't i?" Harry offered. Dumbledore shook his head, and cast a reproving look at the chair in the corner. Obviously Snape had just glared or scowled at the back of Harry's chair.
"The Weasley family, much as they'd like to have you, can't offer you that twenty four hour protection. However, there is a professor in this school with a home far enough away from either place to give you safety during this time-" Oh no, Harry thought. Please no. "-And sufficient skills in the dark arts to protect you from any attack. You'll be staying with Snape, Harry." Dumbledore said, smiling. "Only for the holidays, of course," he added. Harry heard the Potion's master huff loudly behind him. With Snape? For six weeks? Harry fought with conflicting emotions. Staying with him meant being close to him, which was good, but facing his loathing for him every day? Bad.
"Er....i wouldn't want to be any trouble," he said quickly.
"Oh, you'll be no trouble at all," Dumbledore told him. Harry blinked. To him, maybe, but to Snape he was a very, very big problem. He heard the older man stand behind him. "Well, Harry, i'll see you in the new term."
"I'm leaving now?" Harry asked
Dumbledore nodded. "It would be convinient for you to leave now, yes."
"Oh," Harry said, as was forced to walk down the stairs by Snape's tall figure behind him. "Bye then."
As soon as they were at the bottom of the staircase - which was now surrounded by bustling students, most with suitcases. None of them even cast a glance towards Harry or the potions master as they made their way to Gryffindor tower.
"Don't think i want you to be anywhere near me than absolutely nessecary, Potter," he muttered, just loud enough so that Harry could hear. Harry looked up.
"The feeling's mutual," he lied, and hopped up the staircase to collect his things.
When he came back down, battered suitcase and Hedwig's cage in hand, to find the Potion's master staring at him peevishly. Oh, get over it, Harry reprimanded angrily, jumping down the last two steps and makind Hedwig squeak in annoyance. Snape looked down at the bird. "Do you have to bring-" his lip curled "-That along?"
"Yes," Harry said, then wishing he hadn't answered back so quickly - the corridor was deserted, and he'd never tried purposefully pissing off Snape before.
"If you're going to be flippant, i suggest you find someone else to guard you over the holidays," Snape spat, then death-glared him and stormed down the corridor.Harry thought for a second, then decided he'd rather become a proverbial pincushion for Snape for a while than become a shish-kebab for a death eater. He looked at Snape's retreating figure.
"Wait!" he called. Snape didn't stop, so Harry picked up his stuff and ran, Hedwig squeaking as she was thrown about her cage. Snape turned when Harry was less than three feet behind him and turned, raising a sardonic eyebrow.
"Out of breath?" Snape asked, the sarcasm and stinging wit evident in his voice. Harry scowled. Maybe a shish-kebab wasn't that bad after all.
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So, people, what do you think?
Let me tell you how this story is being written. This particular chapter is being written by Wil the Rickmaniac, and the whole story is eventually going to be written chapter by chapter by Amanda the Original Rickmaniac and, of course, Yuffie, (who i think should be called the Thing, or the Thing in the corner) and moi. It will be slash (and in abundance, too, since we're all slash-happy horny females) but not completely plotless. I hope you all review tons otherwise we'll send a nekkid Snape after you. And that's a bad thing, since he'll be so angry we stole all his clothes he'll come after anyone, even you, so beware :P
Luv,
Wil from the Rickmaniac Society.
Rating; Should be NC17 if there was a category, but there isn't so we'll *ahem* tone down the humping for an R *ahem, cough*
Nods to;diagonalist for writing Flawed Lines, that was such a great fic it gave everyone inspiration ^_^ and....um.....me! for writing such an oustanding first chapter! Umm.....^o^ ************
Chapter One; The Kindest Thing
Harry walked through the corridors of Hogwarts. he was heading for Dumbledore's office - he didn't know why, although if the scathing looks from passing teachers, Snape especially, of course, were anything to go by he'd done something wrong. Again.
He rounded a corner and walked up to the revolving staircase. He felt someone sigh laboriously behind him. Harry closed his eyes and felt his stomach flip. If he turned now, Snape would be standing behind him. Probably glaring at the back of his head. Harry itched to turn around, but he wouldn't give the greasy potions master the gratification of seeing him look at him. Besides, Harry reminded himself as his stomach flipped again, he doubted that he could look directly into the older man's eyes without doing something embarrasing.
For the past year or so, Harry had discovered feelings for Snape. He found the man's dark eyes irresistable, the way he moved enchanting, and his voice.....Harry hated him, of course, but in a way he loved him. He smiled to himself. If only the others knew about him being - the way he was, different, feeling like this towards men - they'd die of shock. No-one knew, only Dean, and he wasn't going to tell anyone. He'd promised not to. Harry smiled again.
"What are you smirking at?" Snape growled. Harry bit his lip and couldn't resist not looking up, and found himself on the recieving end of an intense stare. "Well?" he snapped.
"Nothing," Harry found himself replying. Snape's eyes narrowed - Harry presumed with loathing - and then he looked away, at the staircase. The boy kept on looking at him for a moment, his elegant nose, the curl of his lip - Harry wished he could.......No, he told himself firmly. No fantasizing. There was no point. Him and Snape in a relationship? Laughable. Ridiculous. And yet....
Dumbledore suddenly appeared at the foot of the staircase, looking pensive. He looked at them both for a moment - Harry's quizzical expression, Snape's scowl, then pursed his lip and said: "I think you'd better both come to my office."
Snape gave Harry one more long glower - nothing like overdoing it, Harry thought bitterly - then followed Dumbledore up. Then Harry did the same.
When he got to the top of the stairs, Dumbledore had made his way over to the desk and sat down. Snape stormed over to one of the seats in the corner, leaving Harry the one directly in front of the headmaster's desk. Dumbledore held out a basket. "Lemon drop?"
"No thanks," Harry said quietly. Then he paused. "Have i done something wrong?"
The lines around the headmaster's eyes crinkled as he put the basket back down on his desk. "No, dear boy. Why would you think that?"
Because i've been carted off to the headmaster's office, and Snape is here with a face like a wet weekend in the midlands, he felt like replying. But he didn't. He shrugged. Snape, behind him, snorted. Harry wished he'd shut up. It was bad enough being in the same room with him, let alone having to suffer his wrath for something he didn't even know he'd done.
Dumbledore was looking at him again. "I'm sure you've heard of increasing Death Eater attacks on some villages in Wales," he said. Harry nodded. They'd been in the Daily Prophet almost every day for a week now, villages ransacked, hundreds dead. "And," Dumbledore continued, "We are growing increasingly worried for your safety, Harry. We're concerned that after Voldemort's finished in Wales he's going to come after you." Harry wanted to say something, but no sound came out. "And we think neither the school or your current home in Privet Drive can offer enough protection. You need round-the-clock wizard surveillance until the Wizarding world has a handle on things."
"Well, i can go and stay with the Weasley's, can't i?" Harry offered. Dumbledore shook his head, and cast a reproving look at the chair in the corner. Obviously Snape had just glared or scowled at the back of Harry's chair.
"The Weasley family, much as they'd like to have you, can't offer you that twenty four hour protection. However, there is a professor in this school with a home far enough away from either place to give you safety during this time-" Oh no, Harry thought. Please no. "-And sufficient skills in the dark arts to protect you from any attack. You'll be staying with Snape, Harry." Dumbledore said, smiling. "Only for the holidays, of course," he added. Harry heard the Potion's master huff loudly behind him. With Snape? For six weeks? Harry fought with conflicting emotions. Staying with him meant being close to him, which was good, but facing his loathing for him every day? Bad.
"Er....i wouldn't want to be any trouble," he said quickly.
"Oh, you'll be no trouble at all," Dumbledore told him. Harry blinked. To him, maybe, but to Snape he was a very, very big problem. He heard the older man stand behind him. "Well, Harry, i'll see you in the new term."
"I'm leaving now?" Harry asked
Dumbledore nodded. "It would be convinient for you to leave now, yes."
"Oh," Harry said, as was forced to walk down the stairs by Snape's tall figure behind him. "Bye then."
As soon as they were at the bottom of the staircase - which was now surrounded by bustling students, most with suitcases. None of them even cast a glance towards Harry or the potions master as they made their way to Gryffindor tower.
"Don't think i want you to be anywhere near me than absolutely nessecary, Potter," he muttered, just loud enough so that Harry could hear. Harry looked up.
"The feeling's mutual," he lied, and hopped up the staircase to collect his things.
When he came back down, battered suitcase and Hedwig's cage in hand, to find the Potion's master staring at him peevishly. Oh, get over it, Harry reprimanded angrily, jumping down the last two steps and makind Hedwig squeak in annoyance. Snape looked down at the bird. "Do you have to bring-" his lip curled "-That along?"
"Yes," Harry said, then wishing he hadn't answered back so quickly - the corridor was deserted, and he'd never tried purposefully pissing off Snape before.
"If you're going to be flippant, i suggest you find someone else to guard you over the holidays," Snape spat, then death-glared him and stormed down the corridor.Harry thought for a second, then decided he'd rather become a proverbial pincushion for Snape for a while than become a shish-kebab for a death eater. He looked at Snape's retreating figure.
"Wait!" he called. Snape didn't stop, so Harry picked up his stuff and ran, Hedwig squeaking as she was thrown about her cage. Snape turned when Harry was less than three feet behind him and turned, raising a sardonic eyebrow.
"Out of breath?" Snape asked, the sarcasm and stinging wit evident in his voice. Harry scowled. Maybe a shish-kebab wasn't that bad after all.
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So, people, what do you think?
Let me tell you how this story is being written. This particular chapter is being written by Wil the Rickmaniac, and the whole story is eventually going to be written chapter by chapter by Amanda the Original Rickmaniac and, of course, Yuffie, (who i think should be called the Thing, or the Thing in the corner) and moi. It will be slash (and in abundance, too, since we're all slash-happy horny females) but not completely plotless. I hope you all review tons otherwise we'll send a nekkid Snape after you. And that's a bad thing, since he'll be so angry we stole all his clothes he'll come after anyone, even you, so beware :P
Luv,
Wil from the Rickmaniac Society.
