Salut! :D
Here is chapter 3 and 4!
Please do enjoy, and remember! I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS! JK ROWLING DOES! :D :D Thank god she made someone as perfect as Draco Malfoy 3 Hehe
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[Chapter 3]
You gonna be ok mate?" Harry looked up at Ron and smiled.
"Ron, I'm the one who wanted this I'll-"
"Yeah, and I still don't know why." Ron grumbled, scratching down a bit more on his transfiguration essay. Harry rolled his eyes.
"I wanted this Ron, I'll be fine. Trust me it's just an introduction tonight, nothing big and scary so don't worry." Ron glanced at where Harry was fastening the buttons on his robes.
"Ok, but if you come back emotionally scarred, I call dibs to say I told you so." Harry chuckled.
"Alright Ron, whatever you say." With that Harry stood and walked out of the dormitory.
As he walked down the hallways Harry unconsciously straightened out his clothes and flattened his hair. He knew there was no reason to be nervous about a lesson... but hell just being around the professor made him nervous!
The walk to the dungeons seemed endless, yet when he got there he wished he had more time to prepare himself. He took a deep breath and knocked on the wooden door.
After a few seconds he heard footsteps before the door swung open revealing the potions master.
Hot damn.
Harry thanked every star in heaven for this moment right now, for standing not two feet away from him was Severus Snape, wearing instead of his usual black robes, a dark blue button up shirt with the sleeves rolled to the elbows, over top black slacks. And quite honestly if Harry died right now he would have died happy.
"So, Mr. Potter, if you are done thinking then would you be so kind as to accompany me to my rooms instead of standing in the hallway looking like a dazed baboon?" Harry nodded and followed the man into the classroom. However, they didn't stop there, Severus continued walking until he reached the front of the room, where a portrait was hanging. In the painting there was a...man per say. Or at least, the body was of a man, but the head was that of a gigantic bird, with flowing silver feathers. Harry had seen it hanging in the office several times, and always thought it was very captivating.
Snape leaned forwards and whispered something to the creature who nodded, before the portrait swung open and Snape marched in side, Harry quickly following.
He stepped into the room and froze. They were now in what Harry figured must be Snape's personal quarters, but it wasn't anything like he had expected.
The walls were a light gray color, like storm clouds. The floor was completely covered in a soft black carpet, that Harry's feet sunk into when he took a step. There was furniture all over the room, a black leather sofa with a matching love seat, situated around a silver coffee table covered with a white tablecloth covering most of it. Three black bookshelves were up against the far wall, completely filled with books and huge tomes. To the left was an empty door frame that lead into a hallway. Through an open door on the wall to Harry's left he could see a blue and white kitchenette. All in all the room was very... serene, and calm in way, but at the same time it felt oddly homely.
"You can take your robes off now Mr. Potter," Harry spun around to look at Snape who was pulling a book off one of the shelves.
"Excuse me?" Harry asked, shocked that his teacher was telling him to strip. (Though not entirely upset about it.) Severus looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Have you now lost the ability to understand simple English as well Potter? It get's rather warm in here, so you may want to take off your outer robes." He said slowly as if explaining to a two year old.
Harry blushed slightly and nodded, quickly unfastening his robe and sliding it off his shoulders, feeling very self-conscious suddenly. He hadn't seen this one coming and so he had worn an old shirt of Dudley's that was too big for him, over a pair of his old jeans which were two small for him. All in all, he felt like crap compared to the Adonis that was standing in front of him.
"Just set it over the sofa." Snape told him, glancing up to look at him. Harry shuffled to the sofa and set his robe over the back.
"Alright," Severus walked over to sit on the love seat across from the sofa and gestured for Harry to do so as well. "As I said earlier this is just an introductory meeting to explain what will be expected from you as my apprentice."
Harry nodded, determined to show his teacher that he was not an incompetent dunderhead.
"As my apprentice, you will be having meetings with me every Tuesday and Thursday. You will also spend your Saturday nights in my quarters, where you will have your own room. I will show that to you later." Harry's head shot up in shock. Did he just hear correctly? He would get to have his own room in Snape's quarters? Maybe even doors away from the man's own bedroom. He gripped his thigh to keep it from shaking in excitement.
Oh no, he saw Severus frown. Clearly the man wasn't that enthusiastic about sharing his home. Well, don't let it get you down Harry! He was just going to have to work that much harder to get the man over the moon about this whole set up!
Severus gulped as he led Harry into his rooms. This was the first time in three years he had brought a student in here willingly and he was rather nervous, even more so than usual seeing as the student was Harry. He had dressed up in a way for tonight, opting to leave his usual robes off and wear something more casual. He had gone with a blue shirt and black pants but by the look he got from Harry he probably didn't look that hot.
He went over to the bookshelf to grab the apprentice's manual for Harry. He paused and looked back at the boy. He was tugging at the edges of his robe slightly. Perfect. What a wonderful opportunity to see the boy in something other than those disgusting school robes. He cleared his throat.
"You can take your robes off now Mr. Potter." The boy looked scandalized... well of course, that was a horrible way to phrase it. Think think think! You have a cover up Severus, use it!
"...It's rather warm in here so you may want to take off your outer robes!" He said in what he hoped was an innocent voice. The boy blushed, (probably embarrassed to be doing this in front of the greasy potions professor) nodded and slipped off his robe. Severus bit his tongue to keep from gasping.
The boy looked absolutely gorgeous without those robes. He was wearing a dark purple tee-shirt that slipped slightly over and down his right shoulder, while his pants were a pair of jeans which clung to the boy's legs deliciously and went to right above his ankles.
"J-just set it over the sofa." Severus told him, hoping Harry didn't notice his stutter.
He sat down on the love seat across from Harry and began to explain to the boy the basics of apprenticeship. When he got to the part about living together over the weekends Harry's head flew up so fast Snape was shocked his neck didn't crack. His hands were balled into fists against his legs and Severus frowned. Of course the boy wasn't happy about having to spend his Saturday nights here when he could be out snogging his boyfriend.
'Or girlfriend Severus, you don't even know if he's gay.'
'If he's not yet he will be when I'm done with him!' Severus cut off his own internal argument to keep explaining to Harry.
"I will give you a potion to make every meeting, starting with the simplest first year potions and getting more difficult as time goes by. Each meeting will be three hours unless a potion requires more time then that. Once a week you will prepare a potion in front of your class. Mr. Malfoy will be having classes on Wednesdays and Mondays. You will both perform for the class on the same days. He will stay with me on Sunday nights. On our Tuesday lessons we will prepare a potion and discuss properties of ingredients. However it is also just as important to know about your apprentice or master, so on Thursday nights after preparing the potion you and I will have talks about... ourselves." Severus crinkled his nose at the thought of having heart to hearts with anyone, Harry included.
"If you do not willingly participate in these talks then I will force veritiserum down your throat and force you to participate, do I make myself clear?" Snape looked at Harry who nodded and gave him a slight smile that made his heart flutter.
"During our talks you may address me as Professor, but during our actual potion making sessions you will refer to me as 'Master' and I will refer to you as I please. Understood?"
"Yes sir." Severus nodded, pleased that the boy hadn't made some idiotic comment about calling him master.
"Well then Mr. Potter you are free to go. Tomorrow is Draco's first day and you will report here at seven sharp on Tuesday night for our first lesson. You may go." The boy smiled and stood, not noticing Severus watching him all the while. He swung his robe back around his shoulders and fastened it before walking to the doors.
Severus stood and went to the door of his kitchen, hoping to get a drink when a quiet voice stopped him.
"Professor?" Severus turned to see Harry still standing in the doorway.
"Yes Mr. Potter?" he tried to ignore the thought that Harry looked perfect in Severus' rooms, black hair and red lips matching perfectly.
"Why did you choose me as your apprentice?"
Severus thought that his honest answer would be that he wanted to seduce Potter, but even more than that another answer came to mind, one completely true answer.
"Because I believe in you. Goodnight Mr. Potter." With that he turned and went into the kitchen.
If he had stayed a little longer he would have seen those green eyes light up in joy.
"Goodnight professor. Sweet dreams."
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[Chapter 4]
"Bedroom. Bathroom. Off limits, that's my room..." Severus pointed out the different rooms in his house, trying to make this go as fast as possible. "The kitchen I'm sure you saw last time is just through the living room. Draco's room is off the kitchen. That's my potions lab, and you will be in there quite often." Severus turned to make sure that Harry was keeping up with him.
Although he'd never admit it Severus was dead nervous about giving the boy a room in his quarters. Don't get him wrong, there really was nothing he wanted more than to have this black-haired beauty asleep in a pair of loose pajamas less then ten feet away from him, he was nervous about what Harry thought. Because the chances that Harry would just happily go along with this were slim to none. He was expecting a few tantrums at least.
But Severus would put up with them; such is the price of love.
Severus shuddered; he was becoming poetic.
"So, that is the basic layout. Any questions?" Harry shook his head. Severus sighed. "Tonight is your first night here, did you bring what you need?" Harry nodded.
Severus rolled his eyes.
"If you're waiting for permission to speak, granted." At this Harry actually smiled.
"I wasn't waiting for permission sir, I just didn't know what to say."
"How about yes and no, you can use one syllable words."
"Oh..." Severus chuckled.
"Very good Mr. Potter, you learn quickly." Harry blushed and smiled again. "Come along, I want to show you the potions lab before you retire for the night." He led Harry through the large black door on the right and entered the lab.
He glanced at Harry over his shoulder and smirked at the look on his face. The poor boy had probably never seen these many ingredients in his life.
Severus' smirk faltered, wondering what Harry was thinking. You see the thing is... these were not the usual apprentice laboratories. There was a separate one that was entered through Severus classroom. These were his personal and private labs, and he wasn't sure how he felt about someone being in them. That person being Harry... it made him feel almost, ugh, vulnerable.
What's more is that this was a special privilege for Harry only, not only was Draco not using these, but he didn't even know about them! No, Severus thought that if he wanted to win Harry over, a good first step was treating him different. He needed to make it clear that Harry was special to him, and this was a good step.
"Well, tonight you just get adjusted, and you can go to your room now, if you'd like." The boy nodded at him and left the room rather quickly. Severus sighed.
'He just wants to get away from me.' He thought gloomily.
He went to go pour himself some scotch, but as he passed the bathroom door he heard some thudding. He frowned and knocked on the door.
"Potter... are you breaking my house?" He thought he heard a laugh through the door.
"Sorry, I fell getting in the shower." Came the muffled reply. Severus sighed and went into the living room. As he poured himself a drink he let his mind wander...
Harry was just feet away from him, naked, dripping with water. Severus groaned as his pants began to feel a tad to tight for comfort. It was all he could do to not go back, break down the door and ravish the boy while the water ran cold. He could see him now, black hair falling in front of those green eyes, pearls of water dripping down his full pink lips, his tan skin sliding against Severus' as he moaned out loudly.
"Oooh Professor..."
Severus groaned, that vision had been so vivid the last moan almost sounded real! He was getting in way over his head with this one. So with that image in his head he went to take his own, very cold shower.
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Harry looked around the huge potions lab in awe. He couldn't put a label on half of these things let alone tell you what their properties were! He was overwhelmed by the thought of having to memorize all of these ingredients.
He knew that these were Severus' private laboratories, and something about that fact made him... shiver.
It was just the idea... well, it was common knowledge that even though Severus had wanted the DADA position, he loved potions immensely. Which meant that a place like this must have taken months for Snape to set up. In his mind Harry worked up an image of Severus in a tee shirt and jeans sweating as he hammered another shelf into the wall and set jars of bat's eyes on it.
The idea of Snape in jeans was, while appealing, almost laughable so Harry quickly dispelled the notion.
Still though, knowing that Severus had willingly let him into something so important to him, well... to Harry it just felt very... intimate.
It made him jealous to think that Draco Malfoy, eew, would be in here alone with Severus in twenty-four hours.
Damn Malfoys.
Harry looked up to say something about thanks and what not but quickly forgot his comment. Severus was clearly thinking. His silky black hair curtained his face as his chin hung down to his chest. His obsidian eyes were half closed in thought and his hands were clasped behind his back.
There was such... emotion in Snape's eyes that it made Harry blush. Wondering what on earth the man could be thinking about that made him make that expression, but what ever it was he hoped he'd be able to see it again because whatever it was looked wonderful on the man.
Before he realized what was happening Harry was breathing quicker and his trousers were becoming slightly uncomfortable.
Finally Snape's head snapped up and Harry froze, worried that he somehow knew what was happening to Harry, but instead he just open his mouth and spoke to him.
"Well, tonight you just get adjusted, and you can go to your room now, if you'd like." Harry nodded.
Damn it! What was it about that man that took away his ability to form words? Harry dashed out of the room before Snape could see him blushing.
He needed to get back to his room and deal with this problem. Unfortunately, he still wasn't used to these quarters and ran into the bathroom accidentally. Oh well, it would have to do.
He leaned against the sink and unzipped his pants, reaching inside and grabbing his erection. After the first stroke however his elbow shook violently and he slipped, hitting the floor and making a loud thudding noise.
Smooth Harry, grace under pleasure, nice.
"Potter... are you breaking my house?" Harry let out a breathy laugh. Only that man would assume the worst of him before asking if he was ok.
"Sorry," he called back, "I fell getting in the shower!" He waited until he heard footsteps walking away before he sighed. Well now he had no choice, it would be strange if after he said that he came out bone dry. So he stood up and turned on the shower before stripping and getting inside.
He braced himself against the wall, letting the hot water slide down his body and moaned quietly, biting his lip.
He reached down again and resumed stroking his hard cock, panting heavily at the images his mind conjured for him.
He pictured Severus in those imaginary jeans and tee shirt, making that same face from earlier. The man stood over Harry, eyes staring into his soul. Harry whimpered as dream Severus leaned down and pressed his lips to Harry's, slipping his tongue into his mouth to explore his student.
As his climax approached he pumped his hand faster, trying to keep noises down so as not to alert Snape of his situation.
Finally his orgasm hit and he couldn't hold in the cry that built up in his throat.
"Oooh Professor..." He sunk to the ground and gasped in deep breaths. After several minutes he stood up, turning off the water and stepping out, wrapping his pajamas around himself.
He listened quietly to see if he heard anyone outside the door.
He probably should have said that last bit quieter, he thought to himself.
...Oh well, Severus probably didn't hear him anyway.
...Right?
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I hope you guys are enjoying so far, because due to some majoy SHOCK Factors, I went off on a bit of tangent on the 'It's Not Easy' story by AshVarden in my Author's Notes. Yes, you read correctly. Allow me to explain.
I have adopted the story 'It's Not Easy' with permission from AshVarden (after a miniscule misunderstanding about computers), and have since then Re-posted everything I had up before I took it down. Some people, due to some small mistakes I've made, have been flaming the Adopted Version, saying it will never live up to what Miss. AshVarden had already posted.
Obviously, I know that! I just wanted to make sure the story gets finished. How many people WANT to read a story that doesn't get finished? I know I don't!
Here is a reviewer Comment:
2/3/12 . chapter 10
Ashvarden original story was truly a great fic to read, even when she probably will never finish it.
But what you have made out of this great story with your first own chapeter is absolut SHIT!
You never have her style and inspiration. Your chapter does not fit in with the ideas form the original fic. Your part is not well written an in my opinion absolut inlogical.
I have got the feeling by reading your work that you have thought: "What the fuck? who is interrestet in a good thougtout story? Let's write drama, drama, drama... And then you have to chose as best drama rape. But that is not all. Oh no! They got chaugt in the act and than... Dumbledore snap his finger an absolut nothing happens to them. And everybody at school goes by whis this?
Shall I make more points?
Please do all readers who respect Ashvarden for her beautiful story a favor and stop your poor atempt at continuing this story.
When you must uplode so a poor atemt of fanfiction please write your on fiction and don't ruin others work.
For your information. I have allerted Ashvarden of your "adoption" of this story. She said you have not asked her for permission but has no problem with you to go on with this story. (She wanted to contact you). But I don't think this poor shit is what she had in mind.
Yes, this is truly what was said. It hurt, and I ranted. Guess I'm ranting now, huh?
Well, I hope you guys will read more of my stories and like them. Not everyone's perfect, eh?
Signing off for now!
SlytherinPrincess1993
