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Chapter 4 – Walking on something you cannot unseen and the first step to seducing the class idiot.
Word of Harry's outburst and defiance had made its way all over school. Teachers were wary of the boy; fearing he might burst in their class. McGonagall had the boy in her study for hours, screaming and repeating many times how she was disappointed in her student's behaviour. She did not revoke Snape's punishment, but rather added to it, by extending the punishment for another month for embarrassing his house with his outburst. Griffindors and Hufflepuffs students all cheered the raven-headed boy for standing up to the teacher who enjoyed bullying the students of those houses. The Ravenclaws were impressed and some agreed with Harry that Snape had it coming for a long time; but all judge wise not to show their support as the Slytherins were not in the best of moods. If the students of the green and silver house hated the Griffindor's champion before; they now despised him. He had insulted their head of house, he had actually managed to clean their bathroom with ease, and he was popular and had half of the school behind him. No, the Slytherins were not happy chaps, indeed. If the twins hadn't proclaimed themselves as Harry's personal bodyguards (along with the entire Griffindor's Quidditch team), the boy who lived would not have lived through this week.
Now, here he was making his way to Snape's study for his mandatory apology; professor McGonagall had been unwavering on her decision. Harry had to make amends and he had to do it before the end of the week; it was now Sunday afternoon. As he descended into the dungeon, a sharp pain struck the back for his head; it was becoming more and more frequent and it always led to erotic and sensual times with different people. Especially with Neville. Harry felt a deep and hot blush creep up on him as he remembered the heated and sweet kiss he shared with the chubby boy; he couldn't help but blush as red as Ron's hair.
"Harry! Wait up!" cried Neville as he ran up to his fellow Griffindors.
Turning around, Voldemort saw the boy run to him with a large smile; immediately, he took over his enemy and greeted his victim with a large, charming and sweet smile. He kissed his victim's hand with a heated and sensual look at the young man; Neville blushed and smiled gleefully. He never would have thought that Harry Potter of all people would try and seduce him.
"What brings you here, Neville? You should be out enjoying the last day of fall before the winter encases us in a snow prison." Said the dark lord with a lovely and sensual look.
"I just wanted… I just… I just wanted to speak with you… and… I heard that you were going to… hum… apologies to… p-professor Snape, so… I… I wanted to offer support. Like you did for me!" stammered the chubby boy as he struggled with the smoldering look his friend was now giving him; it was like Harry was mentally undressing him.
"How kind and sweet of you! You bring me help with my punishment all week long and now you are offering me support… You are a true friend. It would make this whole ordeal less horrible if you came with me!" asked the dark lord with a sensual purr in his voice; enjoying just how well Neville was responding to his flirtatious ways.
Neville just nodded with eagerness; his heart was racing like a galloping stallion. The two boys walked down the stairs all the way down to the dungeons and to the potion room; all the way, the dark lord made sure to brush Harry's hand against that of Neville. The boy blushed and bit his lip with nervousness; the heat was rising higher and higher inside of him. They arrived at Snape's study's door and Voldemort was about to knock on the door when a deep moan escaped from the study.
The two young men looked at each other and, as curiosity settled in their minds, the two students placed their ears to the door to hear what was going on. They heard moaning and the sound of a desk being squeaked and the sound of skin slapping against another. Not sure of what was going on, but extremely curious; the two boys creaked the door open and peeked inside. They were not prepared for what they saw…
Drago was bent over his potion master's desk with his legs wide open while Snape was screwing him with force and speed. The young man's head was thrown back and his right hand on his teacher's shoulder to steady himself as the older man brought him closer to him and began to suck, lick and nibble at the crook of his neck with obvious hunger and lust. The thrusts became deeper, more sensual and slower; Snape captured his student's lips as he grabbed the young man's erection.
Neville blushed and slapped his hand against his mouth to keep himself from screaming in shock; Voldemort backed away and pulled the young man with him. They got out of the dungeons as silently as possible; they were not going to be caught by the two Slytherins. They made their way to the second floor's bathroom; bursting through the door out of breath. They stopped short, they looked at each other and burst out laughing as the realisation of what they had just witness. Neville had to hold himself onto the sink; while the dark lord was holding his sides on his knees.
"Oh… Oh… Who… who would have… What the hell were they thinking? Out in the open like this? Anyone could have walked in on them!" cried Neville between two fits of laughter.
"I can't wait to see Malfoy's parent's faces when they get to hear about this! To think that their little baby boy is getting screwed by his godfather!" said Voldemort, on the verge of tears.
The two boys sat down together against the bathroom stalls; they calmed down slowly and were now able to speak calmly. Neville was more than glad that his face was red from laughing so much and from running so fast, it covered up his blush from being so close to Harry. His heart was beating so fast and hard; the poor teenager was afraid that his crush could hear. He would be mortified if that were the case; he didn't need to be rejected as he was convinced that his feelings were not mutual and to make things awkward between them.
Neville Longbottom was not a dream catch; there was no point in pretending otherwise or lying about it to spare his feelings. He knew that the clumsy class idiot with crooked teeth and chubby stature (and the fact that he wasn't all that rich) was not what people would find particularly attractive. Yet, here was Harry Potter, the famed boy-who-lived, the guy who could get into anyone's pants and have his picked at the girls, flirting and kissing him. Him! The loser of their year; the one everyone bets that he wouldn't make it to the next year; the one people wonder how he managed not to get expelled from the school for his incompetence and his stupidity! Neville sat quietly next to the boy that his heart had chosen and waited for them to settled down a while before speaking; simply enjoying the silence and the company of the other boy.
As little as Voldemort knew or understood love and affection, he could tell that the boy next to him was infatuated with his charms and his seduction. It wasn't hard to see his blush under the red cheeks of laughter or his accelerated breath for excitement over his short breath of fast running. The boy had a crush on him; that much Voldemort knew and understood. It wasn't very hard to see or to take advantage; he had done it almost his entire life. It was quite easy! However, the boy did have his charm despite his lack of… well, charms. The boy was helpful, amusing and had a good sense of humour; he had the presence of mind to keep his mouth shut upon discovering Snape's and Draco's… amorous activities… Furthermore, the boy had the good taste of enjoying the sound and the delicacy of silent company; something that was shockingly lacking now a day.
The dark lord slowly, but gently, placed his hand upon that of the boy next to him and ran his thumb over it; waiting to see what the chubby Griffindor might do. He was surprised to see just how patient and how little did the boy ask from him; anyone else would have spoken to him or try something, but not him. Neville stayed calm and unmoving.
"Tell me, how are you doing in your work?" asked the dark lord with a small smile.
"Oh… Hum… I… I am not going to fail Herbology or Care for magical creatures or divination. So that's good! However, the rest… I will fail Potions and Defense. So that's not good!" sighed the teenager. "I will pass the classes, but by the skin of my butt."
"I see… Well, I am no expert, but we can study together and see if we can't raise our grades in potion. As for charms, I could help you." proposed Voldemort with a charming smile.
"I… You… You would..? You would help me? Like last year? Like when we were in the Dumbledore's Army? Wow! I improved so much thanks to you! The entire club did! You are so amazing!" said Neville with a large smile and stars in his eyes.
Voldemort giggled at the name of the club; it was so adorable! Neville looked at the green-eyed child with a puzzled look; he wasn't sure if his friend was making fun of him. To appease him, the dark lord smiled gently at him and assured him that he wasn't mocking him, but rather was impressed by the beauty of his eyes when he was excited. Neville blushed bright red; he hadn't expected this.
The possessed young man got up and offered his victim a hand to get up; he was going to help him a bit with his Defense Against the Dark Arts homework. They would have to wait before Harry could go back to apologise to the potion master; so why not do their homework? Neville took his friend's hand and got up on his feet. They stood next to each other and the dark lord told his "friend" to pull out his wand and listen to his instructions.
"The trick to cast a good Aurumfulgur to blast away a leprechaun is to keep a steady hand and a good pronunciation of the name of the spell. You should practice saying the spell before casting it; also, it's good if you do some diction training. Now, when you meet a leprechaun, you have to keep your eyes on it and on its hands. They are tricksters; they will lie to you without a second thought." Explained the dark lord as he traced a mark on the wall.
"Arumfugor… No. Au-Romfulgor… Aramfulgour…" tried the chubby boy.
"A-ou-roum-foul-gour. I know that it is a bit hard to pronounce, but it helps if you practice the pronouncing." Explained the more experienced wizard.
"Aurumfolgur. A-rumfulgur. Aurumfulgur. Is that right? Aurumfulgur?"
"Yes, now try it ten times in a row without mispronouncing it and you will be alright. Now let's work on the report we have to make."
The two boys continued to work on the spell and the report together and by the time 8 o'clock rang, Neville Longbottom was now able to cast off any leprechaun coming his way and had a five parchment long report on what leprechauns were, how to defend yourself against them and how to see through their tricks and spells, along with multiple examples and citations. Never had Neville wrote anything this good before; he had suggested making a few mistakes on his homework to make sure Professor Umbrage didn't suspect him of cheating or something like this. Voldemort nearly flew into a rage and sharply told the chubby boy that he had worked long and hard, his work was good and should anyone doubt his word, then Neville should get up and prove them wrong.
"Honestly, why would you sabotage yourself like this? You are not stupid! If after you prove your skills, they still doubt you; just say you had a tutor help you!"
The Griffindor boy didn't know what to say or to do. Harry never spoke like this to anyone; but at the same time, his crush was making a very good point. Neville had worked hard on casting the spell properly, he had done the proper research for his homework, and he had worked hard. Why should he hide this? Why should he lower his expectations of himself because others saw him like an idiot? Why should he keep himself from asking for help because he thought of himself as worthless and incapable of being helped? Harry was right; he had to accept that he wasn't stupid! He had a new wand that fitted him better and he now had a friend to work and get better with.
"Oh damn it! You have to apologise to Professor Snape! It's 8 o'clock; you only have thirty more minutes before you miss the deadline and get into more trouble! You have to go!" cried Neville upon realising the time.
Voldemort sighed in resignation; he could always not go and get Potter in even more trouble, but… Then, Harry wouldn't be able to spend time with Neville and the dark lord couldn't seduce and manipulate the boy. So he made his way to the greasy-haired teacher; however, he made sure to kiss the young man's hand and give him a charming smile (enjoying the blush and the sparkle of excitement in the young man's eyes).
The dark lord walked down the halls of the dungeons and knocked on the professor's study's door before entering. He didn't want to get scarred for like by a scene he didn't want to see. He didn't have to wait very long; Snape opened the door and his face turned to stone as he saw who had knocked on his door. He let the student enter his study and pointed to a spot to sit on a chair; he was still angry and he wasn't able to speak to him again.
"Professor McGonagall expected me to apologise for my behaviour. I will apologise, but I still stand behind everything that was what said. So… I apologise for saying those horrible things, I apologise for humiliating you in front of the whole class and I apologise for my behaviour." Said Harry, as Voldemort let the boy speak (he honestly could not bring himself to apologise to an underling).
"You… You believe this is an acceptable apology, Mister Potter? You insulted me, you mocked my authority and you mocked my sexuality! In front of my students! No one will ever respect me! I could barely look the student's in my house! People snicker when I walk down the halls! And you think that some half-ass apology is going to make up for it?" cried Severus Snape, furious with his hands shaking.
"You deserved it! You take your revenge on me for what my father did to you years ago! You never even left me a chance! You immediately began to be aggressive and hostile towards me and never bothered to wonder if maybe I was like him! Well, guess what! I am not my father! I lived the first eleven years of my life in servitude to my disgusting uncle, my bitter and jealousy aunt and my fat, idiotic cousin. I slept in a cupboard with nothing more than a urine stained mattress given to me when my cousin finally got out of diapers at the age of 9 years old! I barely had any food to eat, I barely had any support and my uncle enjoyed watching his fat gross son beat me up! I lived in constant abuse before coming to this school! This school is my home! And you made it into a nightmare! You treated me like crap because of something I never asked for, for which I have no control over and that I didn't even understand. You never left me a chance to get better or help me. I get you are angry at my father and you wished you could tell him everything you have weighting on your mind; but when are you going to get it through your thick head? I am not James Potter; I. Am. HARRY. Potter." Yelled the teenager at his teacher.
Snape said nothing, he didn't do anything and he couldn't. He knew that the boy hadn't lived an idyllic life; but he didn't expect this. He knew Lily's sister was Harry's guardian and that she was still bitter of her sister; but to treat her own blood like this! His own father was an abusive alcoholic, but even he didn't make him sleep in the cupboard like some filthy animal. Once more the boy was making him rethink his positions and his views on life and others surrounding him. This boy was infuriating!
"I… I see… I see… I… You might… You might have a point there… I…" Stuttered Snape, completely shaken by the revelations told to him by the teenager.
"My aunt always looks at me like I'm some sort of monster. My uncle would have used his belt on me if he wasn't scared that I might use my powers against him. My powers are the only thing that keeps him from whipping me with his belt! My cousin… He… He started to act weirdly around me... I caught him many times looking at my ass with dirty looks and licking his lips… He makes my skin crawl. It's a hellhole over there." Confessed the teenager in a whisper, holding back his tears at the memories.
Harry never told a single soul of the true extent of the Dursleys mistreatment; not even to Albus Dumbledore. The headmaster often asked about the way he was treated, ever since the first year. He had not been too please to find out that Harry's letter was sent to the Dursley's cupboard; he had written to Petunia and told her that if this sort of thing continued, he would alert the muggle authorities and take Harry, and the money that she received every month for taking care of him, away. Since then, Dumbledore frequently asked how things at home were during summer when school started. Harry never got the courage or the strength to tell the kind headmaster what was going on; he just replied that they feed him; clothed him and made sure he could do his homework in peace, and then left him alone. Obvious lies, but the man Harry considered like a wise old grand-father figure never called him out on it.
"Potter, if you are in danger in that house; your mother's protection and sacrifice are useless. If your life is in jeopardy, tell Dumbledore. He'll have you stay at the Weasleys and have reinforcement to protect you all. He only wishes the best for you." said Snape with a soft voice, his anger almost vanished (almost being the key word here).
Now, this was interesting. First, Voldemort knew where Harry lived. He knew he was miserable and he knew that his life was probably in danger by those muggles. If the dark lord played his hand right, he could have Harry crack under the pressure or even have him despise muggles for their mistreatment of him and have him turn to his side. Second, Snape's suggestion of moving Harry to another house meant that it would be easier to kill the boy and blood-traitors and give one hell of a punch to the Order's guts. Third, he knew how much the boy cared for his headmaster and how much the old goat was worried for his star pupil. He could use this to his advantage.
"You… You really think so..?" asked Harry, unsure and hopeful at the same time.
"Let me talk to the headmaster first and if need be, you will have to tell him what you told me and maybe more. That is the price to leave that horsewoman's house." Said Snape with his usual stone face.
Harry burst out laughing at the nickname his least favourite teacher had for his aunt; it suited her so well. He had often seen the resemblance, but was wise enough not to say a thing.
"Professor, I really am sorry about what I did. It wasn't the right way to express my anger and feelings. I crossed the line and for that I am truly sorry for it. I know nothing excuses what I said or did. I'm sorry." Finally said the teen, not wanting to leave the teacher without a true apology.
The potion master assured the teen that he would be speaking with the headmaster; however, his punishment would not be revoked and that he was expecting him next evening to clean the bathroom. The dark haired boy was dismissed after being promised that the man would tell his head of house that he had come to apologise as instructed. They did not part as friends, but they at the very least, parted in peace. Snape had the apology he was due and Harry left having said what was on his mind and with the hope that maybe he could escape the prison that was 4 Privet Drive.
Neville was waiting for his friend and crush to arrive at the top of the stairs that led to the dungeons; he wanted to make sure that the professor hadn't killed him or that the meeting didn't end up in a blood bath. Harry was touched by this gesture; Neville could have gotten in a lot of trouble for that. His grand-mother would not have let him forget about it; she still yelled at him about the time he cost them points in their first year. The boys made their way to the Griffindor's common room in silence and went straight to bed.
At Malfoy's manor…
Voldemort woke up from his slumber to a very distressed Bellatrix. Apparently, she had thought someone had managed to drug or hexed him into an eternal sleep. It took him at least five minutes and a blast of energy shot above her head for her to calm down. With the simple explanation that he was meditating, he kicked her out before turning to a very still Lucius.
In the blond man's hands were two books bound by brown leather. Picking one, the dark lord could tell that they were both originals and that the books were what he asked. He placed them on his bedside and skimmed through the file that Lucius had put together on Neville Longbottom. Filled with information that might be helpful, the file was thick and had reports, news clippings, report cards, medical reports and prescriptions, his genealogy and his OWLS results (which were simply atrocious; except for Herbology). Voldemort dismissed his follower and sat into his bed; reading the report with great interest.
If he played his cards right, Lord Voldemort could have all his dreams come true within the next year. All he needed was to have Neville Longbottom fall in love with him…
