Friendship and Beyond 46/?
Rated: R contains mentions of rape and torture, although not actual scenes. Possible HP/SS in later chapters, also HG/RW.
Authors Notes: I do not own Harry Potter or it's characters, that would be JKR. Subject matter not for children, although nothing too graphic, but be careful when reading just to be on the safe side.
The Article in the Profit
Harry woke up the next morning snuggly held in Severus' arms, chest touching as they breathed in and out. He stretched languidly next to Severus, waking the other from a sound sleep.
"This is nice." Harry commented softly, for once not uncomfortable with all the physical contact. While although they did not make love the night before, they did come a long way in overcoming Harry's reticence.
"It is." Severus agreed sleepily, arching against Harry's thigh, which he moved against Sev's awakening manhood. "Stop that, you imp."
"Why?" Harry asked innocently. "After all I'm sure it has nothing to do with me. Biology and all that."
"Brat." Severus cursed nipping Harry's nose playfully with his teeth.
"Git." Harry answered back with a grin, ignoring Severus' breath to give him a quick kiss.
"We should probably get up and get to the Great Hall." Severus said reluctantly, watching Harry indulgently as he tightened his grip on the elder wizard.
"No. 'm comfy." Harry murmured ducking his head into the hollow of Severus' shoulder.
Instead of trying to convince him to get up, Severus simply got up and in the process knocked Harry off the bed with a thump.
"You bastard!" Harry exclaimed jumping to his feet and glaring at the laughing man on the other side of the bed. "What the bloody hell did you do that for?"
"It's time to get up." Severus answered simply.
"You didn't need to drop me on me arse, did you?" Harry grumbled as he rubbed his sore posterior. "Bloody git."
The two lovers separated near the entrance to the Great Hall as Severus made his way through the teacher's entrance. They still ended up entering the hall at the same time however, but with the other students doing likewise, no one noticed but a certain arrogant blonde Slytherin who merely raised a haughty eyebrow in disdain.
Hermione and Ron heard the whole story during breakfast, without details due to Ron's tender sensibilities. The trio each went around with a grin that day during classes. Ron and Hermione because their friend was finally fining a bit of happiness, and Harry because he couldn't wait for that night's detention with Severus. Their good mood was soured at dinner by the arrival of the Daily Profit however. It quickly became clear that an article was about Harry however, when the students began whispering and pointing at him and the professor's table. With a sense of foreboding Harry opened the newspaper and grimaced at what he saw.
"Boy-Who-Lived Viciously Violated, Death Eater Takes Advantage: How Close Is Too Close?"
It went downhill from there calling for Severus' firing, counseling for Harry, and the dismissal of Dumbledore for allowing this gross misconduct in the first place. Citing a mysterious, but well-respected source at the school for key pieces of information. Without stopping to think, Harry stalked out of the Great Hall and toward Lucius Malfoy's room in the Slytherin Tower. When the aristocratic blonde answered the knocking on his portrait Harry decked him across the face sending Malfoy reeling back into the room. Before Lucius could form a full sentence Harry stalked after him and began yelling in his face.
"You will contact Skeeter and formally retract your comments about Severus, myself and this school immediately."
"I do not know what you are talking about." Malfoy sneered indignantly which Harry ignored.
"You will do this now or one of two things will happen." Harry continued relentlessly.
"And what pray tell, Potter are those?"
"You know my feeling about the Minister. After my interview it is clear that the Ministry will have a new Minister during the next public election, probably mister Weasley. However, if you do not retract your statements I will personally run for office. And I assure you I will win." Harry told Lucius, getting great enjoyment as the blonde paled further. "Once I am minister of magic I will personally see to it that you are thrown back in Azkaban⦠Where you belong!"
"And second?" Lucius asked in a bare whisper, clearly not wanting to know.
"Second, oh, well I'll just challenge you to a wizard's duel and kill you." Harry answered casually. "No one could interfere after all it is within the law. And don't think for a moment that you could beat me. I was using only a scant measure of my true power to defeat that monster. I promise you you'd quickly regret challenging me."
When Lucius stayed silent considering the intimidating person standing before him, Harry merely smirked and turned towards the door.
"By the way Lucius, Don't ever threaten my friends again. You won't come out the winner."
With that cheerfully delivered threat Harry walked out of his quarters leaving a stunned Slytherin behind, not knowing what just happened. Harry on the other hand was congratulating himself on his thespian performance back there. [Minister of Magic, indeed.]
Rated: R contains mentions of rape and torture, although not actual scenes. Possible HP/SS in later chapters, also HG/RW.
Authors Notes: I do not own Harry Potter or it's characters, that would be JKR. Subject matter not for children, although nothing too graphic, but be careful when reading just to be on the safe side.
The Article in the Profit
Harry woke up the next morning snuggly held in Severus' arms, chest touching as they breathed in and out. He stretched languidly next to Severus, waking the other from a sound sleep.
"This is nice." Harry commented softly, for once not uncomfortable with all the physical contact. While although they did not make love the night before, they did come a long way in overcoming Harry's reticence.
"It is." Severus agreed sleepily, arching against Harry's thigh, which he moved against Sev's awakening manhood. "Stop that, you imp."
"Why?" Harry asked innocently. "After all I'm sure it has nothing to do with me. Biology and all that."
"Brat." Severus cursed nipping Harry's nose playfully with his teeth.
"Git." Harry answered back with a grin, ignoring Severus' breath to give him a quick kiss.
"We should probably get up and get to the Great Hall." Severus said reluctantly, watching Harry indulgently as he tightened his grip on the elder wizard.
"No. 'm comfy." Harry murmured ducking his head into the hollow of Severus' shoulder.
Instead of trying to convince him to get up, Severus simply got up and in the process knocked Harry off the bed with a thump.
"You bastard!" Harry exclaimed jumping to his feet and glaring at the laughing man on the other side of the bed. "What the bloody hell did you do that for?"
"It's time to get up." Severus answered simply.
"You didn't need to drop me on me arse, did you?" Harry grumbled as he rubbed his sore posterior. "Bloody git."
The two lovers separated near the entrance to the Great Hall as Severus made his way through the teacher's entrance. They still ended up entering the hall at the same time however, but with the other students doing likewise, no one noticed but a certain arrogant blonde Slytherin who merely raised a haughty eyebrow in disdain.
Hermione and Ron heard the whole story during breakfast, without details due to Ron's tender sensibilities. The trio each went around with a grin that day during classes. Ron and Hermione because their friend was finally fining a bit of happiness, and Harry because he couldn't wait for that night's detention with Severus. Their good mood was soured at dinner by the arrival of the Daily Profit however. It quickly became clear that an article was about Harry however, when the students began whispering and pointing at him and the professor's table. With a sense of foreboding Harry opened the newspaper and grimaced at what he saw.
"Boy-Who-Lived Viciously Violated, Death Eater Takes Advantage: How Close Is Too Close?"
It went downhill from there calling for Severus' firing, counseling for Harry, and the dismissal of Dumbledore for allowing this gross misconduct in the first place. Citing a mysterious, but well-respected source at the school for key pieces of information. Without stopping to think, Harry stalked out of the Great Hall and toward Lucius Malfoy's room in the Slytherin Tower. When the aristocratic blonde answered the knocking on his portrait Harry decked him across the face sending Malfoy reeling back into the room. Before Lucius could form a full sentence Harry stalked after him and began yelling in his face.
"You will contact Skeeter and formally retract your comments about Severus, myself and this school immediately."
"I do not know what you are talking about." Malfoy sneered indignantly which Harry ignored.
"You will do this now or one of two things will happen." Harry continued relentlessly.
"And what pray tell, Potter are those?"
"You know my feeling about the Minister. After my interview it is clear that the Ministry will have a new Minister during the next public election, probably mister Weasley. However, if you do not retract your statements I will personally run for office. And I assure you I will win." Harry told Lucius, getting great enjoyment as the blonde paled further. "Once I am minister of magic I will personally see to it that you are thrown back in Azkaban⦠Where you belong!"
"And second?" Lucius asked in a bare whisper, clearly not wanting to know.
"Second, oh, well I'll just challenge you to a wizard's duel and kill you." Harry answered casually. "No one could interfere after all it is within the law. And don't think for a moment that you could beat me. I was using only a scant measure of my true power to defeat that monster. I promise you you'd quickly regret challenging me."
When Lucius stayed silent considering the intimidating person standing before him, Harry merely smirked and turned towards the door.
"By the way Lucius, Don't ever threaten my friends again. You won't come out the winner."
With that cheerfully delivered threat Harry walked out of his quarters leaving a stunned Slytherin behind, not knowing what just happened. Harry on the other hand was congratulating himself on his thespian performance back there. [Minister of Magic, indeed.]
