Harry Potter and the Beach Vacation: chapter 8



pairings: HP/SS, RW/HG, NL/DM



author's note: woo! I'm hooked on the Rocky Horror Picture soundtrack right now, so I've decided to put a little bit of my favorite track in this chappie and the next. Hope you enjoy!



THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO CORGIL *aka Jennif8732*, MIA SNAPE, SHADOWKISSED, BEC, and KELLY *aka OmbreEmbrassee* for providing me with the exact information I had been fruitlessly hunting for. Pledges is the one! Also, thanks to Mikee for your link, it wasn't the one I was looking for, but *hugs* for your help anyway!



Disclaimer: I do not own Rocky Horror Picture Show, but if I did, wouldn't that just kick ASS?! Neither do I own HP.



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"What the bloody hell are you two doing?!" Ron shrieked, throwing a hand over his eyes to keep from seeing the compromising position his best friend was in with their potions master.

"Honestly Ron, what does it look like we're doing? Thumb-wrestling?" Harry scoffed, brushing off his knees as he stood up. Snape discreetly zipped up his fly. Good thing they were pretty much finished by the time they were interrupted so suddenly.

"Obliviate." Severus muttered, his wand pointed straight between Ron's eyebrows. A dreamily vague expression washed over his freckled face.

"Why, hello there Harry. And Professor Snape, how lovely. You're in a broom closet."

Snape raised his right eyebrow. "How astute, Mr. Weasley. Five points to Gryffindor."

Harry and Ron beamed, though for different reasons.

"We were looking for a broom." Harry whispered in his best friend's ear, and gently shooed him off to the bus. He turned back to his older beau, whistled shrilly and ran his hand through his ruffled hair.

"That was a close one."

"Indeed."

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"And why on earth would you rent THAT particular movie, Headmaster?" Severus fumed to his employer, waving around the bag of Blockbuster rentals the old man had been compelled to get...WITHOUT his knowledge. Everyone in the Holiday Inn stared oddly at them.

"I have a fond memory of the private production the Slytherins put on in your 7th year, my boy. How could you forget your splendid performance of Dr. Frank-"

"Shush!" Severus covered the old man's mouth as some of the Gryffindors walked by, shooting amused glances at him. How he HATED that look....

"I don't remember you being there! How did you know about that? It was a secret fund raiser for the local orphan.....!" He slapped his hands over his mouth at his error. No one was supposed to know the soft and caring side to the Slytherin house, and now the Headmaster had a valuable blackmail chip against him. Damn it!

"My dear boy, I have my ways of seeing everything that goes on in my school. And don't worry, I know all about the annual charity work your House does in secret. I was thinking about making the whole school do one, for a new musical branch of education! We need funds for instruments, books, etc etc! I want a magical orchestra and marching band for the quidditch games!" Dumbledore proclaimed, spreading his arms wide and crushing his Potions master in a vice of a hug. Snape wheezed, trying to pull out of the embrace.

"Headmaster! I can't breathe!"

Dumbledore let go of him, and patted his dark head in a fatherly way. "So sorry Severus. I just have so much joy, I have to hand some out! Harry, son!" As the teen walked by, the old wizard swooped down on him and hugged the living daylights out of the startled savior. Harry squeaked in alarm. Snape started to wonder if Harry's eyeballs would pop out from the pressure, when he was mercifully released.

They both stood there gasping for breath when their eccentric mentor just started picking folk up off the street and twirling them around like dolls. Snape had to admit it to himself, though. Seeing these people's expressions was pretty damn funny.

About five minutes later, Harry noticed the Blockbuster bag. "What's that?"

"The Headmaster has decided to rent a few movies for all of us to enjoy."

Harry beamed. "Well that was nice of him. What'd he rent?" Severus rifled through the bag.

"Ah.....Monty Python and the Holy Grail, Shrek, Titanic......and Rocky Horror Picture Show. But we'll forget the last one."

"Nonsense my dear Severus! Harry MUST see the film you obsessed over for a whole year and a half! You went through the halls singing "Time Warp!" I remember it clearly! You played a superb Dr. Frankenfurter!" Dumbledore yelled across the lobby of the Holiday Inn, after setting down a harassed-looking bus boy. Snape groaned and covered his eyes.

"God shoot me now....."

*Somewhere in Heaven, God was centering the cross hairs of his Uzi on Severus Snape.*

Harry noticed the little red laser dot on the middle of his lover's forehead, and ran outside to shout towards the heavens, "None of that! He was just kidding!"

*And God lowered his Uzi in defeat.*

"Well, I must see this Rocky Horror! I'll go get everyone together!" And before Snape could stop him, Harry scampered off to locate every single member of his Year.

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All THIRTY people on their crazy trip crammed themselves into Severus's suite. People were sitting on people who were sitting on more people. Harry, of course, was sprawled on Snape's jean-clad lap. Dumbledore popped Rocky Horror Picture Show in, and returned to sit on Hagrid's left knee (McGonagall was sitting on the right one).

"Science fiction double feature....."

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Snape was utterly exhausted. Not only had the whole damn group decided to watch Rocky Horror THREE bloody times in a row, but Harry had insisted on dancing the Time Warp with him for every viewing. And he had to teach everyone except maybe Lucius and Draco how to dance it. After all, he was the resident expert.

Harry had thought it was quite adorable when he caught the teacher silently mouthing to every line on the script. He kissed the ceaselessly moving mouth quietly, and snuggled further into his strong arms. Ugh, how he DESPISED cuddling.....well, when it was with anyone but Harry.....

He and Lucius also pointed out what the audience commonly yelled at different points in the movie. During the 2nd showing, everyone finally remembered to scream, "SAY IT!" when Dr. Frank's antici.......................pation line came up. Ah, he would make them decent Rocky Horror fans yet.

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After dinner, Harry spoke with Dumbledore about finding a midnight showing of his new cult favorite nearby. Albus was thrilled with the idea, and skipped off immediately to find out.

"You don't know what you're getting into, you know. Are you sure you wish to do this?" Severus whispered in his ear after the Headmaster left, sending shivers coursing through the teen.

"Of course! I love this movie! I think I'll go as Rocky......" Harry mused, sipping his Coke.

Snape sprayed pina colada over his entire table after an unexpected mental image smacked him in the face.

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Author's Note: Hmmm, sorry the scenes kinda danced around all higaldy-pigaldy, but that's the way I felt like writing. And it's a bit short because of my lack of Muse and energy. My excuse for this being a bit late: homework.....and sleep. Just can't seem to get enough of it nowadays......I blame my kitten. He doesn't let me go to sleep until 11. But I think I'll get up a "One Update Every Sunday" schedule going, maybe I'll be able to manage that. Tell me what you think! Any suggestions for what happens at the movie? I welcome advice and constructive criticism!