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Warning: This is slash. Officially. I might have said that before. But thanks to the people who ignore the warnings… I have to put it in every chapter. So here it is. Another warning…. Okay I'm done. Onto the chapter.
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Chapter 11
Harry smirked at Hermione as she cornered him after their last class.
"Harry what are you planning?" She pushed him into an alcove and looked around the corner to make sure no was paying attention to them. Harry shrugged.
"What makes you think I'm planning something?" And there it was the 'do you really think I'm as stupid as Ron' look.
"Please Harry, I'm not stupid. We were not planning on hanging out in the Room of Requirement today. That and you have a detention remember?" she smiled innocently at him. He looked out into the hall. He would rather have liked to have forgotten that.
Harry would rather not go to the detention at all. It would just hurt really. Because Se… Snape was his soul mate and the only thing he was thinking of was getting his sexual frustration taken care of… it couldn't possibly be anything else. Snape hated him. He snuck a look around the corner and missed the worried look that Hermione gave him. None of them were around so he guessed it was okay to let Hermione in on the plan.
"So Ron saw Draco."
"Obviously. You orchestrated the whole thing." She rolled her eyes and folded her arms. He laughed slightly and looked back at her.
"No, I mean he saw Draco when he ate the bean." Realization burned in her eyes as her face turned a deep red shade.
"I… I… you… you know who we saw?" She coughed and looked away, the brilliant blush spreading down her neck.
He laughed heartily. "Of course, I saw the first reaction of everyone. We already had this conversation once if you remember?" He grimaced. "Well except the teachers. I really did not want to see that."
She laughed and looked at him. "So you're trying to get them together?" He nodded his head and glanced back into the hall. Theodore Nott was walking down the hall, he was whispering to Pansy heatedly. And a wide smirk spread across his face as he wrapped his arm around Hermione's waist and pulled her from the alcove. She gave him a curious look before seeing the two that looked at them with twin glares. She protested a bit as Harry leaned in and whispered.
"Ron isn't the only one I'm making plans for." He pulled away as she gaped at him. They passed the two Slytherins and Hermione's' face heated up as she tried not to look at them.
Harry hugged her closer as they turned the corner before letting go. She looked back around the corner and breathed a sigh of relief as she leaned against the wall. Harry started to laugh before she hit him over the arm.
"Harry he looked at you like he wanted to kill you! Don't do something stupid like that again."
"But did you see her face too? Ah it's working perfectly." She rolled her eyes and folded her arms.
"Off subject what is your plan for Ron?"
Harry pulled out the slow acting glue that he had gotten from the twins. Hermione's mouth fell open as her eyes widened. "I'm going to put this all over the couch in the room. And when they show up I'll say I have a detention and you say you'll go grab some snacks. They'll both be sitting there waiting for you. But by the time they realize that your not coming back they'll be stuck."
Hermione slapped her hand to her mouth to stifle the laughter. "But Harry how is that going to get them together?" They started walking towards the ROR.
"Well I had the twins spell it that it will only release the victims if they kiss. So we'll check on them in the morning if they haven't kissed by then then I'll tell them how to get out of it. They'll have everything they need in the room." They made it to the wall and pictured the perfect meeting place. Minus the food. When the door appeared Harry went straight to the couch squeezing the glue all over the couch. It disappeared after a moment and Harry smiled in satisfaction.
He turned and noticed Hermione looking at him. "So you are going to detention then?"
Harry thought for a moment. He wanted what the beans showed. He wanted Sna… Severus. But he knew Severus wouldn't want him in that way. It was just lust in his eyes. But Harry would be happy to be with him in any way he could. If something happened tonight then so be it. He wasn't going to run from it. But Merlin knew he was not going to give the bastard his heart so that when the time comes he was just going to break it anyway. No he would not tell Snape about the beans. He was not going to fall him more than he already had, he was going to get what both of them wanted and then when Snape kicked him out he would walk away. He nodded.
"Yes I'm going to go." She nodded.
"Just be careful okay?"
"Aren't I always?"
The door opened and Ron came in. He stood next to them.
"Always what?" the two laughed before Harry answered.
"Careful." Ron snorted as the door opened again and Draco slipped in. He looked anxious to approach the group.
"You are never careful Harry. And danger follows you around like the plague. Why do you need to be careful this time?"
Draco walked slowly over and Ron finally noticed his mouth clicking shut and a blush spreading across his face.
"Snape gave me detention it's at seven." Draco and Ron sat on the couch. Both trying, and failing, to not look at the other. Draco looked down at his watch and smirked at Harry.
"You might want to run Potter, my Godfather hates it when people are late and you only have a couple minutes to get down to the dungeons." Harry looked at the clock on the wall and gulped. Draco was right.
He waved at them and went to the door. "I'll see you all in the morning then." They all nodded as the door closed Harry heard Hermione say she was going to get some snack from the kitchens. Harry smirked as he ran down the stairs. The plan was moving swimmingly. He was just dreading the rest of the night. Whatever happens, happens.
Snapes POV
Severus sat at his desk looking up at the clock every couple of seconds. His mind going over the conversation he had heard earlier that day.
"… Soul mate potion…" Harry Potter was his soul mate. His eyes fell to the pill of beans still sitting at the edge.
But Harry Potter hated him. You do not actually know that.
He raised his fingers to run at his temples. He wanted what he saw. He wanted it terribly. He felt this want and need like he had never felt before. Like he would give anything to have that. And not just for a night. He wanted Harry Potter. He wanted to get to know him, wanted to love him, wanted to hold him as he fell asleep, wanted to kiss him. Severus Snape wanted everything.
His eyes followed a grain in the desk as he thought. Harry potter was his soul mate. And he was going to try to work things out tonight. Or try to. It all depended on Harry. His hands curled into fists against his forehead.
But how?
He would act like nothing had changed. They could get to know each other slowly. But tonight what would he do tonight.
His eyes fell over the classroom briefly before landing on the single large cauldron that needed to be cleaned. He would start with that. His eyes moved back to the clock. He has a minute. His lips pulled into a smirk as the second hand ticked by. He leaned back and waited putting his hands flat on the desk surface.
30 seconds. A pounding could be heard from the hall; the sound getting louder as the object neared.
10 seconds. The handle turned before being dropped and a knock sounded frantically. His lips spread wide as he thought. On time or late?
5 seconds. A new start. Don't be a bastard.
"Enter Mr. Potter." The door opened as he forced the smile into a passive look. His eyes moved back to the clock. As Harry moved towards the desk; the sound of his shoes connecting with the hard floor softer then the sound of the labored breath. "It seems you are on time. To start I will need you to scrub that cauldron there." He lifted his hand and pointed at the cauldron next to Harry. The younger man gave him a quizzical look before turning to look at the cauldron the slight widening of his eyes the only thing that gave away his surprise.
Harrys POV
Harry breathed in deeply as he went to open the door. But as he pulled the handle down he thought better of it. He took another deep breath as he knocked trying to slow down his breathing enough to not give away the fact that he was running. He hoped he wasn't late.
Not that it would matter. Snape always said he was late.
He was surprised then when he got an immediate answer. "Enter Mr. Potter." He opened the door not really wanting to make the man angry. Though he didn't really know what mood the man would be in. He remembered their meeting this morning outside the great hall. Snape thought there was something going on with me and the twins he could be angry. Then again as he walked across the room, his heart beat being the loudest this besides the soft ticking of the clock; it beat heavily and he tried to calm his heart as he looked at the man. He was leaning back in his chair watching as he crossed the room; his dark hair framing his face. Again Harry had the thought that cutting it shorter might make the man more handsome. Then again as the sharp face turned and looked at the clock making the dark hair swivel and brush against the pale skin he thought, maybe not.
"It seems you are on time." Surprise flew through him. He was never on time even if he was. "To start I will need you to scrub that cauldron there." His long finger pointed just next to him. And Harry turned as he thought just one? His eyes landed on the large cauldron.
Okay large was an understatement. The thing was huge, it stood at least three feet tall and its circumference had to be about the size of Hagrid. His eyes widened, this was ridiculous. He turned and looked at Snape. The smirk was present. He looked back at the cauldron. Maybe he was mad. Sighing he pulled off his school robe and lay it on the desk that was the right of him. No use in wearing too much. He pulled his wand out of his pocket and laid it next to the dark folds.
As he rolled up the sleeves on the green shirt he turned and looked back at Snape. The man had his eyebrows raised and his Ebony eyes had darkened.
"Sir where are the cleaning supplies?" He raised his wand and gave a short flick at the supply cupboards the usual bucket, gloves and sponge floated out. The bucket already full of the normal cleaning solution. The man then pulled over a stack of papers. And seemed to block him out.
Harry shrugged before moving the bucket over to the cauldron and pulling the gloves on. if this was to be his detention then so be it. It solved the problem of seeing the man, knowing that Harry was nothing then a toy to him. Maybe Snape didn't want him that way. He supposed he should have felt relieved, but he didn't. It just caused a pang of hurt to strike at his chest.
With anger he grabbed the sponge and dunked it into the bucket of scolding hot water. He shouldn't feel pain. If anything had happened Snape would have just chucked him when he was over with him anyway. He had no reason to feel anything other than lust for him. As his hand went under the water, the hot water flushed into the glove causing a burn to spread from his finger tips to the top of the glove where the water seeped into the glove. Hissing Harry pulled the glove off his hurting hand and tried to get as much of the water out as possible. His hand was a deep red and was sensitive. He pulled the glove back on ignoring the pain from the burns as he grabbed the floating sponge and went to work on the mess in the cauldron.
It was because of this, his back was turned to Snape, so he missed the look of shock that was stuck on the man's face. He stood up and started to walked towards him before looking at Harry. Actually looking at him. And he froze.
Harry was bent over slightly to get into the cauldron his already tight jeans becoming tighter across his arse, making the man reconsider what he wanted Harry to do then.
Harry was oblivious to this as he scrubbed at a particularly nasty spot. He heard Snape get up but beyond that he was unsure what had happened. He kept scrubbing away. The burning in his hand distracting him from everything else. Almost everything else.
He couldn't stop thinking about Snape. He knew he was attracted to him. And he knew Snape was attracted to him. So what if Snape didn't feel anything other than lust?
He brushed a piece of hair that fell into his face aside with his forearm.
So what? He would take whatever he could. It would work both ways. Except that you would be completely miserable. His nails dug into the green material as he scrubbed viciously. He didn't care. He wouldn't let himself get attached. Wouldn't let it bother him. He would take it and leave.
A noise behind him made him stop. He stood and turned in time to see Snape reach for him, the strong hand grasped his wrist and pulled the glove off his injured hand.
"Stupid man, why didn't you ask for something?" Snape summoned a salve and rubbed it carefully into the blistering skin. The cool feeling penetrated deep into his skin, relieving him of the pain there.
Snape looked critically at the hand in his. And Harry just looked at him as he did. Maybe Snape cared a little bit. The man finished running the salve onto his now healed hand. But he didn't let go of Harry's hand. The man looked up his dark eyes meeting his.
The looked at each other for a moment before he looked into the sparkling cauldron. Harry felt surprise filter through his system. He hadn't realized he had been scrubbing that long. Or that he had finished. Snape looked back up and stood.
"It seems you are finished. Come." He still had his hand and pulled Harry up. Harry grabbed his wand with his free hand as Snape pulled him into his office. They walked over to a bookshelf and he tapped on three different books. The Shelving moved aside and let access to the hallway.
Snape nodded at him as he let go and started down the hallway. Harry followed slowly, thinking back over the last couple minute. Did Severus Care?
Harry stepped into a bigger room with a couch and fireplace. There were three doors visible and an entryway to what looked like a kitchen. Snape was nowhere to be seen. Harry took this time to look at the room more.
The walls were the basic stone. But there were rosewood shelves covering almost every wall; except where there were doors or the wall with the fireplace. These shelves were filled with mostly books. But here and there, there were some videos and records. Some CDs and other knickknacks covered the surfaces.
The floor was maple hardwood and had a dark green carpet covering part of it. Mainly by the Black couch. The fireplace caught the most attention though. Above the mantle was a beautiful Painting of the ocean. The waved slapped lazily on the beach, the wind moving the tall grass minutely. It was a beautiful painting. The sun was setting now, causing the sky to bloom into an array of colors, Purples, reds, orange, and a light dusting of blue.
Harry looked at it a minute more before looking at the fireplace itself. It was a mix between a stone and rose wood masterpiece. The design was looked to be snakes. At least at first. He walked over to it and ran his fingers along the grain. On the left side was a man standing alone on the edge of a large wood. The top had a single snake curled along the top. Its stone eyes glittering at him as the light from the fire gave the carved scales a light orange dusting. The Right side had the same image as the left except this time the man was being embraced by another. Their bodies entwining together.
Harry let his finger run over the carving of the two. The man from the first carving was taller than the other, his hair hung over his shoulders as his hands grasped the face of the other. The second man held onto the others arms as if afraid to let go.
"It was a gift from Dumbledore." Harry jumped as he turned his head to the side. Snape stood behind him by the couch, a tray with tea sat on the small table he had missed before. Snape walked up behind him and gestured at the snake. "But I would be careful of that. It seems to not like most people. I have not dared touch it." Harry feeling a touch of daring lifted his hand, conscious of the man behind him, and reached out to the stone figure. It was then he noticed that it moved. The angular head turned towards him as it flicked its tongue out smelling the two. He carefully inched his finger toward the curve closest to him. The cool scales seemed to tense under his touch but relaxed as he ran his fingers softly along the back to the tail. The snake seemed to close his eyes in pleasure as Harry took his fingers and this time starting from the head ran them down the smooth back. The man behind him shifted and reached f or his hand, grasping it carefully in his as he prevented him from doing it a third time. "It is no wonder it lets you do such things."
'Please do not stop. It felt good.' They both jumped as the Snake spoke.
Snapes hand tensed around his for a second. "I was unaware it could speak. This is the first time it has done so. What did it say?"
Harry's eyes were glued to their hands as the potions master fingers curled around his. Fire spreading from the twined fingers to the rest of his body. He didn't take his eyes away as he felt the man lean over him and let his breath fall onto his ear as he had done before.
"He said he didn't want me stop." Snape chuckled into his hair as he raised both their hands. He brought the entwined fingers to the scales and ran them down the back slowly. The snake hissed out in pleasure. Harry smirked and spoke softly back.
"It seems that we both enjoy his touch." The snake looked at him sharply before answering.
"It seems you enjoy it more than myself speaker."
Harry chuckled. "That I do." Snape had stopped moving their hands by this point and seemed to be breathing heavily. Where they touched burned as Harry recognized the arousal between the two.
The snake flicked its tongue out again. "It is also apparent that he enjoys yours as well." Harry almost moaned at the slight shift behind him. Snapes cock pressed lightly into his crack enough to let him know just what Speaking in Parseltongue did to the man. The man shifted again, and ran his nose along the shell of Harry's ear as he purred.
"And what is it you two are talking about?" His other hand grasped Harry's upper arm slightly before running down his side. He turned him around and made him look into the dark eyes. Harry felt the heat from the other man's body flow into his and his heart started to beat widely as he stared at the thin lips only inches from his.
"Don't mind me, I won't be watching at all… not that it won't be a good show. So be my guest. Devour him."
Harrys head fell to the firm chest as he burst into uncontrollable laughter. Snape sighed and gripped his hip tighter. As Harry calmed down he became acutely aware of the potions masters attire. Harry's hands ran up the white shirt sleeves of the arms surrounding him. The settled on his strong neck as he opened his eyes. It seemed that under all those robes, Severus wore nicely pressed, form fitting white button up shirts. He slowly raised his eyes and met those black ones before he gasped as Severus swooped in. Their lips met in a heated kiss. Both had wanted this since the previous night… this morning; whichever it was. Harry couldn't think clearly as his tongue brushed against his lips asking Harry for permission.
The groan that originated deep in his chest was permission enough as Severus dove in stroking his tongue with his own. They kissed like this for a couple minutes. Harry briefly thought on the voyeuristic snake hissing in the background but it was only a second thought. He ignored the insistent hissing and continued to let the man kiss him to oblivion.
Snape grasped his hips tighter and brought their bodies closer. Harry moaned as their cocked brushed each other's, creating this delicious friction that made a fire explode in both of them. The thin hands moved around his arse slowly and lifted him. Harry curled his legs instinctively around the waist in front of him. Again this created the delicious friction that made both men groan. A growl tore itself from Severus throat as Harry felt a pressure against his back. Their bodies fell flush again, slowly rocking together. Harry moaned and pulled his head to the side, taking deep gulps of much needed air.
He would take whatever he got. No Matter how much it might hurt later.
Severus POV
Severus didn't mind this as he kissed down the smooth column in front of him, nipping slightly at the collarbone. Harry moaned loudly, blocking out the hissing In the background, as his hands kneaded the sensitive skin of his thighs.
Severus wanted more. He wanted everything. And he wanted it right now.
He licked his way back up pulling the ear lobe in with his teeth and nipping at it lightly earning him a light mewl from Harry. He released the now pink flesh and nipped along the jaw reclaiming the firm lips again. Both were panting from the activities by this time. Harry brought his hands into his hair and tried to pull him closer. Severus moaned at the pain mixed with the pleasure of having the lithe body against his, and rocked his hips into Harry's. Harry threw his head to the side, crying out as he did it a second time. His hands moved down to his jaw and held on for dear life as Severus continued to rock against him.
Severus kissed the pulsing juncture where Harry's neck met his jaw and breathed raggedly for a moment before stealing another kiss. He stopped suddenly and they both groaned at the loss.
The dark green eyes looked at him pleadingly. "Do you wish to continue?" His hips shifted minutely and Harry groaned deep in his throat.
"Don't you dare stop."
Severus agreed and they met again, teeth clashing and lips bruising. He felt himself lift Harry from the wall and carry him to the other room. Away from the hissing of the snake on his mantle.
He would talk to Harry in the morning.
A/N I'm going to be evil because I'm boycotting another story that did the exact same thing. Its mean isn't it? Makes ones mouth drop in indignation and want to scream in unreleased frustration. But you love it. XD. So until next time…. Don't forget to review. TTFN