I thought I might as well re-remind you people of the warning...
SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!! Slash! Slash! Slash! Slightly explicit! Men/MEN! or Man/Man if you wanna be technical.
Now that you've been re-warned or re-enticed (choose one) here we go:
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SEVERUS SNAPE, COMPUTER HACKER Chapter Five: Out of the ChatterBox, Into the Fire
"What's wrong with him?" Hermione sat down next to Ron and gestured to Harry who was nearly asleep in his porridge. "Late night?"
"Wouldn't you know," Ron asked. "He said he was talking to you."
"But I- oh, right. We were talking rather late," she lied. Harry would have to answer to her later.
"It's a Hogsmead weekend coming up," Ron commented. "Would you care to make it a date?"
"Always," Hermione said, trying not to blush but failing.
"That's right," a voice mumbled. "Make me the third wheel again."
Harry propped his head up on his hands and rubbed his forehead.
"You can go with Ginny," Ron said, giving Harry a meaningful look. "You know...your 'girlfriend.'"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Right...my girlfriend." Despite his tiredness, he smiled and got up. "Let's go to class before I really fall asleep."
*****
Despite the time of year, the sun was shining enough that everyone was taking break in the courtyard. Before anyone could join them, Hermione tugged Harry towards their favourite sitting place. Ron had engaged in a Wizard Chess game with Seamus and didn't join them.
"Alright, out with it," Hermione said as she flopped down to the grass.
Harry blinked. "With what?"
"Oh, don't play that game. Who were you talking to last night?"
Harry frowned. "I don't know. Have you ever talked to TheMaster?"
"No...who's that?"
"He wouldn't tell me. All I know is that he's a male with dark hair that likes potions and is 'old enough' to be a student here. He wouldn't tell me anything else really."
"If he likes potions, he's probably a Slytherin, Harry."
"'Maybe this will help to bring about unity between the houses,'" he mimicked. Hermione hit his arm.
"Harry!"
Harry sighed. "I know...but...well, there's something else."
"What?"
"I think he was coming on to me. When I asked him what he was the master of, he said sex, and he told me that he wanted me then added 'to talk to that is.'"
Hermione was silent for once.
"I know that I shouldn't trust him...but I'm just so...lonely for someone."
"Harry-"
"Look, I know you're going to try to talk me out of chatting with him, but I just want to see where it leads."
"Just be careful," she said, putting her hand on his shoulder. "For all we know it could be Malfoy trying to make a fool of you."
"Yeah," he answered. "Thanks for the concern."
*****
Harry was staring at the screen again. TheMaster was on, but hadn't contacted him. He thought about what Hermione had said about it being Malfoy but it just didn't fit. TheMaster was much more mature in his manner of typing and decidedly more friendly albeit sarcastic. Harry finally opened the ChatterBox.
*****
Snape was leaning back in his chair with his legs up on the desk, glaring at the screen. It wasn't like Potter to not pry into his business. Why hadn't he messaged yet? The clock on the wall moved to two a.m.
For the hundredth time, Snape reassured himself that he hadn't meant to hit on Potter. It certainly wouldn't happen again! Letting his lust run wild was a sign of weakness and one thing that Severus Snape did not have was a weakness.
[4eyes: So, what's my secret?]
Snape nearly jumped out of his chair, which would have been awkward with his feet on the desk. He placed them down and pulled the keyboard towards him.
[TheMaster: It's the same as mine.]
[4eyes: And that is?]
[TheMaster: If I need to tell you I'm gay, you really are an ignoramus.]
[4eyes: that's what I thought it was. I just wanted you to say it first.]
[4eyes: I really have to be careful. You could be anyone.]
"I certainly could," muttered Snape. He pulled a bag of Erne's Extralong Licorice ("The Mile Long Licorice you love to unravel!") out of a drawer and bit off a piece.
[TheMaster: So, the Famous Harry Potter, tell me about one of your exploits.]
[4eyes: there's nothing really to tell.]
"Nothing to tell my arse."
[TheMaster: Don't be so modest. Just between you and me.]
[4eyes: Anything I do has already become common knowledge. there's nothing to say.]
Snape glared.
[TheMaster: What, no late night exploits, no pranks on professors, nothing you feel like bragging about?]
[4eyes: I don't brag...look can we talk about something else?]
Snape sighed. Stubborn brat! If it took hours of chatting he'd earn Harry's trust and find out what he wanted. It was going to be a long night.
[TheMaster: Of course. What about?]
[4eyes: well, do you have a boyfriend?]
Snape scoffed. "As if I have time for such trivialities."
[TheMaster: I don't 'do' boyfriends.]
[4eyes: so you're a fling kind of guy.]
"I wish," Snape said before he could stop himself.
[TheMaster: Well, I am a master.]
[4eyes: I like the sound of that.]
[TheMaster: You do?]
[4eyes: I wouldn't mind being taught a thing or two.]
Snape gulped. Now Potter was coming on to him. Despite his determination to be cold, he became aroused at the thought of Harry being 'taught a lesson.'
[TheMaster: The things I could teach you. I don't think you could handle it.]
[4eyes: You can handle me anytime]
Yes. That was definitely a come on. Snape could feel tightness in his pants that he hadn't allowed in a long while. Hesitantly he placed his hand on the bulge and began to rub.
[TheMaster: What are you wearing?]
[4eyes: flannel pj bottoms.]
[TheMaster: Take them off.]
[4eyes: ok...hang on, let me close my bed hangings.]
[TheMaster: Leave them open.]
[4eyes: But there are other people here.]
[TheMaster: Leave them open. You will do exactly as I say and only what I say. Understand?]
There was a pause. Snape unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his throbbing member.
[4eyes: yes, Master.]
Severus closed his eyes and began to stroke.
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So! Thanks and I hope you enjoyed the 5th chapter! HUGS TO ALL!
SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!! Slash! Slash! Slash! Slightly explicit! Men/MEN! or Man/Man if you wanna be technical.
Now that you've been re-warned or re-enticed (choose one) here we go:
*******
SEVERUS SNAPE, COMPUTER HACKER Chapter Five: Out of the ChatterBox, Into the Fire
"What's wrong with him?" Hermione sat down next to Ron and gestured to Harry who was nearly asleep in his porridge. "Late night?"
"Wouldn't you know," Ron asked. "He said he was talking to you."
"But I- oh, right. We were talking rather late," she lied. Harry would have to answer to her later.
"It's a Hogsmead weekend coming up," Ron commented. "Would you care to make it a date?"
"Always," Hermione said, trying not to blush but failing.
"That's right," a voice mumbled. "Make me the third wheel again."
Harry propped his head up on his hands and rubbed his forehead.
"You can go with Ginny," Ron said, giving Harry a meaningful look. "You know...your 'girlfriend.'"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Right...my girlfriend." Despite his tiredness, he smiled and got up. "Let's go to class before I really fall asleep."
*****
Despite the time of year, the sun was shining enough that everyone was taking break in the courtyard. Before anyone could join them, Hermione tugged Harry towards their favourite sitting place. Ron had engaged in a Wizard Chess game with Seamus and didn't join them.
"Alright, out with it," Hermione said as she flopped down to the grass.
Harry blinked. "With what?"
"Oh, don't play that game. Who were you talking to last night?"
Harry frowned. "I don't know. Have you ever talked to TheMaster?"
"No...who's that?"
"He wouldn't tell me. All I know is that he's a male with dark hair that likes potions and is 'old enough' to be a student here. He wouldn't tell me anything else really."
"If he likes potions, he's probably a Slytherin, Harry."
"'Maybe this will help to bring about unity between the houses,'" he mimicked. Hermione hit his arm.
"Harry!"
Harry sighed. "I know...but...well, there's something else."
"What?"
"I think he was coming on to me. When I asked him what he was the master of, he said sex, and he told me that he wanted me then added 'to talk to that is.'"
Hermione was silent for once.
"I know that I shouldn't trust him...but I'm just so...lonely for someone."
"Harry-"
"Look, I know you're going to try to talk me out of chatting with him, but I just want to see where it leads."
"Just be careful," she said, putting her hand on his shoulder. "For all we know it could be Malfoy trying to make a fool of you."
"Yeah," he answered. "Thanks for the concern."
*****
Harry was staring at the screen again. TheMaster was on, but hadn't contacted him. He thought about what Hermione had said about it being Malfoy but it just didn't fit. TheMaster was much more mature in his manner of typing and decidedly more friendly albeit sarcastic. Harry finally opened the ChatterBox.
*****
Snape was leaning back in his chair with his legs up on the desk, glaring at the screen. It wasn't like Potter to not pry into his business. Why hadn't he messaged yet? The clock on the wall moved to two a.m.
For the hundredth time, Snape reassured himself that he hadn't meant to hit on Potter. It certainly wouldn't happen again! Letting his lust run wild was a sign of weakness and one thing that Severus Snape did not have was a weakness.
[4eyes: So, what's my secret?]
Snape nearly jumped out of his chair, which would have been awkward with his feet on the desk. He placed them down and pulled the keyboard towards him.
[TheMaster: It's the same as mine.]
[4eyes: And that is?]
[TheMaster: If I need to tell you I'm gay, you really are an ignoramus.]
[4eyes: that's what I thought it was. I just wanted you to say it first.]
[4eyes: I really have to be careful. You could be anyone.]
"I certainly could," muttered Snape. He pulled a bag of Erne's Extralong Licorice ("The Mile Long Licorice you love to unravel!") out of a drawer and bit off a piece.
[TheMaster: So, the Famous Harry Potter, tell me about one of your exploits.]
[4eyes: there's nothing really to tell.]
"Nothing to tell my arse."
[TheMaster: Don't be so modest. Just between you and me.]
[4eyes: Anything I do has already become common knowledge. there's nothing to say.]
Snape glared.
[TheMaster: What, no late night exploits, no pranks on professors, nothing you feel like bragging about?]
[4eyes: I don't brag...look can we talk about something else?]
Snape sighed. Stubborn brat! If it took hours of chatting he'd earn Harry's trust and find out what he wanted. It was going to be a long night.
[TheMaster: Of course. What about?]
[4eyes: well, do you have a boyfriend?]
Snape scoffed. "As if I have time for such trivialities."
[TheMaster: I don't 'do' boyfriends.]
[4eyes: so you're a fling kind of guy.]
"I wish," Snape said before he could stop himself.
[TheMaster: Well, I am a master.]
[4eyes: I like the sound of that.]
[TheMaster: You do?]
[4eyes: I wouldn't mind being taught a thing or two.]
Snape gulped. Now Potter was coming on to him. Despite his determination to be cold, he became aroused at the thought of Harry being 'taught a lesson.'
[TheMaster: The things I could teach you. I don't think you could handle it.]
[4eyes: You can handle me anytime]
Yes. That was definitely a come on. Snape could feel tightness in his pants that he hadn't allowed in a long while. Hesitantly he placed his hand on the bulge and began to rub.
[TheMaster: What are you wearing?]
[4eyes: flannel pj bottoms.]
[TheMaster: Take them off.]
[4eyes: ok...hang on, let me close my bed hangings.]
[TheMaster: Leave them open.]
[4eyes: But there are other people here.]
[TheMaster: Leave them open. You will do exactly as I say and only what I say. Understand?]
There was a pause. Snape unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his throbbing member.
[4eyes: yes, Master.]
Severus closed his eyes and began to stroke.
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So! Thanks and I hope you enjoyed the 5th chapter! HUGS TO ALL!