Harry Potter and the Beach Vacation: chapter 7
pairings: HP/SS, RW/HG, NL/DM
author's note: Thanks for your reviews! Sorry this chapter took so long!
Oh, and I need to ask a favor from you all: A while ago I had read this HP/SS fanfic where Harry had accidentally pronounced an incantation while holding his wand, and it hit Snape and bound them as soul mates. They couldn't go for a long time without touching each other, and I seem to remember "bond rings" that helped them cope with separation. And I can just think of one scene, where Snape pulls Harry behind a tapestry so they could hug. I THINK it was called, "The Ties that Bind," but I can't find it on ff.n. If any of you know what story I'm talking about and can provide me the author's name or a link, I will dedicate the next chapter to you, and shower you with my gratitude!
On with the show!
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The next morning was the most awkward yet. Ron had refused to talk to Snape, Lucius, Draco, Harry, Neville, or Hermione, so he was currently stuck between Dumbledore and McGonagall, as they made kissy faces at each other. He looked particularly uncomfortable....AND pissy.
Amazingly, Harry's friends had taken his love for their greasy teacher quite well.....only a hand full of temper tantrums, a measly THREE migraines, one case of attempted suicide (Ron), and tears all around. Not bad at all.
"Um, Harry? What should I say to Ron to make him forgive me? I mean, this is TWICE I've pounced on the wrong guy! I'm so embarrassed!" Hermione whispered to her friend.
"You really have no reason to be. You are a superb kisser, Miss Granger." Lucius smirked, amused at the pink tinge that crept up to Hermione's face. He had thoroughly enjoyed last night. HE was the one who convinced Draco to creep out of bed and confess his love to Neville. HE had listened with glee when Harry crawled into Snape's bed, and HE had been most pleased when Hermione foolishly threw herself on top of him. Yes, it had been a good night.
Harry didn't answer his friend since all thought was concentrated with the ferocious game of Footsie he was engaged in with Severus under the table. She poked him hard, and he jerked back into attention. He scratched his head, thinking. "No idea, 'Mione. How 'bout flowers?"
"Flowers?! Give Ron daisies? That's crazy.....so crazy, it Just. Might. Work!" And she was gone before anyone could blink. That was just fine with Harry. More Footsie time.
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The 7th years, clad in their uniform trunks and swimsuits, all piled into the bus again, this time for a short drive over to the local water park, Rapids. Tubing with Snape....Harry couldn't think of anything more erotic.
Dumbledore drove them to the monstrously enormous tangle of water slides and tubes. It was so tempting on this hot, humid South Floridian day that the teens and teachers scrambled over each other to get through the ticket barrier.
"Oooh, lookit the bowl thingies! We have GOT to ride those!" Ron yelled, forgetting his earlier grudge against his group and girlfriend. Hermione had presented him with roses, daisies, baby's breath, and lilies. He had cried in happiness, and after five minutes in a broom closet, both stumbled out, wearing floppy grins on their faces.
Harry looked from Snape to a nearby custodian closet longingly, but his "boyfriend" gave him a gentle push past it. Dammit.
"Later." That deep voice purred in his ear, and the teen bit his lip to keep from making any carnal noises. He forced himself to think about McGonagall in a thong before sitting down in a beach chair. Dumbledore passed out magical "bracelets" that kept track of everyone, and alerted the wearer when the school was leaving for the bus.
Snape didn't want to go on any of the big rides just yet, so he, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Lucius, and Draco-n-Neville(as they were now called, since they now acted as one entity, joined hip-to-hip) grabbed tubes and wandered into the Lazy River.
Lucius tormented everyone by magically triggering the water cannons that were positioned along the walls of the "river." Hermione was knocked out of the double tube she shared with her boyfriend when one went off four feet from her body. Ouch.
At the entrance to the Tubing Tornadoes, Harry tugged Severus up from their double tube and led the party to the long line for the ride. In twenty five minutes, it was their turn to plunge down the dark, soppy depths.
Harry was giddy with adrenaline, and he sat in the tube hole in front of his lover, eager to be moving. When the lifeguard motioned, he propelled them forward. But the problem was, Snape hadn't fully wedged him bum securely in the tube hole yet.
Harry didn't realize his lover was, quite literally, "flying by the seat of his pants, " until he looked back after a particularly sharp turn, and got an eye-full of Snape Butt. It was a wonder he could see at all in this almost pitch-black ride, but wizard eyes, even ones that need glasses, are more honed for night vision. The teacher had slipped from the tube almost completely. Had his trunks not snagged on one of the hand-holds. And after that turn, his swim suit began slipping off.......Harry was quick to try and pull him back in, but the slide was sloshing him around so much, that he couldn't get a good grip.....
"Nooo! Not the hair!" Severus shrieked as he was bodily tugged back onto the raft-like craft by his scalp.
"I'm sorry! It's the only thing I could get a hold of!"
Snape flushed, but said nothing as they shot out of the end of the intensely long tunnel. At least only Harry had seen him almost naked. Thank goodness it wasn't Weasley....or Granger. She might decide to jump HIM next. Ew!
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Harry said nothing about the incident, and Severus was eternally grateful. They jumped into the Big Surf pool, where the two met up with the others after they too came shooting out of the ride. The Pool was bliss while the hot South Florida sun beat down on their sensitive British skin, and even Severus could be seen with *almost* a smile.
The waves carried the teens two feet off the pool floor, and they amused themselves with a game of "Extreme Marco Polo." Their tournament grew steadily larger as more and more students, and other visitors, joined into the fun. And poor Lucius was caught in the middle.
Snape could not understand WHY the blonde had decided to get into the pool, being hydrophobic.....but now the man was trying to doggie-paddle away from "Marco." He squeaked out "polo," but Draco was hot on his tail. He screeched when his son propelled himself forward suddenly and tackled him underwater. The younger Malfoy didn't hold him under for long, however. He knew his father would disown him if he traumatized him TOO much.
In the end of the game, some muggle child from the locality won. Dumbledore, when the little girl wasn't looking, cast a "good fortune" spell on her as a prize. She had bested a bucket load of fully developed wizards in a pool with seven foot waves. Impressive.
Harry and his friends jumped in line for the Baby Blue Superbowl ride. It was an enormous circular plastic pit that had it's rider whirling around and around until they fell out of the drain-like hole in it's center, where a deep pool was waiting to break their fall. It looked like loads of fun to the 7th years....it just made Severus and Lucius want to puke with nausea. But they hopped in line anyway, Severus doing it for Harry, and Lucius doing it to show he wasn't a pansy.
A long wait later, Harry lowered himself into the chute and pushed off, immediately being snatched up by the water flow, and shooting at high-speed into the "Bowl." He whooped with thrill, and spun around until his body slipped through the drain. Sploosh! Sev's turn now. Happy happy joy joy.
He repeated his young lover's process, and shut his eyes tight as he zoomed along the tube. "Eeeeeeeeie!" Was all he allowed himself to say while his body rotated along the walls of the bowl in the steady water flow.
Around and around and around he went....it really was rather hypnotizing....he felt his body go numb, and loosen. He was a swimming puddle of fleshy ooze......around and around.....getting woozy.....around and around.....'I'm gonna puke....'
His body slid into the drain, and fell like a bullet into the twelve foot depths that instantly aggravated his vertigo. Severus couldn't find "up."
The lifeguard waiting for his nudged him up with a hard metal pole until he finally floating to the surface, and Harry tugged his arm until they were back outside, in the warm sunshine. He was NEVER going to go swim in a gigantic BOWL ever AGAIN.
Suddenly, every Hogwarts students' bracelets started tingling with alert. And every person wearing them all around the park cried out in alarm. They zapped like static electricity! Damn that crazy old Headmaster! Well, time to go....aaaaaaw.
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On their way out, Harry spotted the broom closet in which he had gazed at longingly earlier that day. He looked meaningfully at his boyfriend. "It's later...." he said, with a waggle of the eyebrows.
Snape shot a glance around, and yanked open the door, tossing Harry and himself inside.
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"Ron? Have you seen Harry?"
"Nope. Wait....I thought I just saw him go into some room. Maybe it was the loo. I'll go check, k?"
"Alright. I'll save us a seat on the bus....and tell him to hurry up!" Hermione said quickly, mowing down some of the smaller 7th years to get a prime seat on the ride home. Ron walked over to the door he had seen his best friend disappear into just five minutes ago. Huh. That looked kinda like a broom closet.....not a loo. He pulled open the door.
"AAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!"
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Author's Note: Woo! I'm am SO sorry that took so long! I'm back in high school, and I just haven't found the time nor the energy to work on it much. I'm afraid it will be like that for a while, I might work out a one-update-per-week system to incorporate into my hectic schedule.....Thanks for reading! Please review!