Okay, So I have been leaving Ron out of it a bit too much. But that shall be remedied. I guess I'm just so used to being a fruitfly that I identify more with Harry and Hermione sharing their secrets and forget that Ron is Harry's best mate. I apologize to you, Ron, dearest Ron. You think he'll forgive me? ;)
And as for Mr or Ms Fake Fake Fake...Did you really think that calling my story gay would be an insult? It IS a gay story...that's the point. And I marvel at your punctuation skills. Very top notch.
As for the rest of you, thanks so much! I'm glad you liked the new chappies.
THIS CHAPTER IS RATED ARRR FOR PIRATES...NO WAIT...I MEAN R FOR FRANK SEXUAL LANGUAGE. (ei: "Oh! your FRANK is so huge!" or "I wanna FRANK you like an animal.") ;)
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SEVERUS SNAPE, COMPUTER HACKER Chapter 6: TheMaster and His Slave
[4eyes: yes, Master.]
[TheMaster: I want you to touch yourself, just touch. No rubbing, no stroking.]
[4eyes: yes]
[TheMaster: yes, what?]
[4eyes: yes, master]
[TheMaster: that's better. would you like to know what I'm doing]
[4eyes: yes, master]
[TheMaster: i'm rubbing my hard cock, thinking of your succulent lips]
[TheMaster: stroke]
[4eyes: thankyou master]
[TheMaster: tell me you want me inside you]
[4eyes: I want you inside]
[4eyes: I need you inside]
Snape closed the saved conversation, cursing himself for losing his cool...yet again. It had been two weeks since the first sexual conversation, and every night he had told himself that he wasn't going to even THINK of turning the computer on. Every night he found that he had told himself a lie.
The clock on his wall informed him that it was 6.28 am. Breakfast soon. He thought back to the end of last night's conversation.
[TheMaster: Say it...you know what]
[4eyes: I'm your slave.]
[4eyes: I'll do whatever you want...just command it]
[TheMaster: I do have a command for you. I want to see if you are truly mine. Are you prepared to accept?]
[4eyes: Anything.]
[TheMaster: Tomorrow during breakfast I want you to stand up and...]
Would Potter really do it?
"Snape, you fool. Potter's too proud. That brat would never do what he was told to."
But would he?
*****
Harry gazed around the Great Hall, watching as the students entered and took their seats to eat. Hermione and Ron were sitting to his left, whispering about something...probably sweet talk, Harry thought bitterly. All his "sweet talk" was confined to the ChatterBox in the dark of night. As the seconds ticked by, Harry couldn't help but wonder where TheMaster was sitting. He glanced nervously at his watch. Thirty seconds to go.
"What's the matter, mate," Ron asked. "You looking for someone?"
"No."
"Well, Hermione and I were thinking that we'd go eat at that new soda fountain on Saturday. The one down by...what's it called? Oh that's right- what the bloody..."
Ron trailed off at the sight of Harry suddenly standing and climbing on top of the bench. Harry loudly cleared his throat and all eyes, including those of the professors', turned to him.
"I would like to make an announcement. I, Harry Potter, do declare that I am lower than a snake's belly; I am a loon, a scoundrel, a mangy flea-ridden dog; I am no better than a silly-headed school girl, and I dress like one in my spare time; I am no better at magic than a second rate muggle illusionist. In short, I am a nothing. Thank you, very much."
With that, he sat back down and continued eating. Applause roared through the hall, as did hoots and laughter. Ron and Hermione exchanged looks of confusion, but Harry just kept eating. He seemed altogether unaware that he's just made fool of himself in front of the entire school, although if anyone had been watching closely, they would have seen his hands shaking and a faint blush across his cheeks. And someone was watching closely. Severus Snape had never been more aroused in his life.
*****
"Mr. Potter! Just what was that supposed to be?" Professor McGonnagal swept through her office door after Harry and waved it shut behind her with a slam. "I never...in all my years...just explain yourself!"
"It was out of my control," he replied, wincing against the tirade that was sure to come.
"Out of your control?! What is that supposed to mean? You are a seventh year, for goodness sake. You are supposed to be a shining example of all that is expected from a young wizard. And here I thought you were turning into a mature young man. I am very disappointed in you, Mr. Potter. Very disappointed."
"It was out of my control," he said again, replying just as TheMaster had instructed him to.
"Well, then it is out of my control, too. Come along, Potter. To the Headmaster with you. It's too early in the morning for this..."
McGonnagal muttered under her breath all the way to Dumbledore's office.
"In you go. I dearsay he's expecting you."
Harry entered the office that he'd been in so many times over the last six years and closed the door behind him. Harry looked around for the headmaster, but saw no one but Fawkes.
"Please have a seat, Harry."
He jumped, took a deep breath and sat down in a large comfortable chair facing Dumbledore's desk. The old professor stepped down the stairs to Harry's right and settled into his own seat.
"Now," the elder said. "That was some announcement you had for us this morning. May I ask why you chose to do this?"
"It was out of my control," said Harry dutifully.
"As I suspected," Dumbledore replied with that famous twinkle in his eye. Harry was a little shocked. "Now, there's no denying that I have a soft spot as far as you are concerned, but I'm afraid that I cannot play favourites this time. You will have to serve detention tonight with Professor McGonnagal, after supper. She's very infuriated, you see. I do hope that this doesn't happen again, Harry. You have always been a role model to the younger students."
"Thank you, Professor."
"No need. You may go to class."
*******
Professor McGonnagal glared at Harry all throughout Transfiguration class. Her mood was so feirce that Hermione and Ron didn't dare say a word to their friend until class was over. Once they were out in the hall, the pair pounced.
"Just what was that supposed to be," Ron asked.
"It was out of my control," Harry told him. Ron stopped walking for a moment, but quickly recovered.
"It was out of your control? That was the stupidest thing you've ever done!"
Harry raised an eyebrow at the redhead.
"He's right, Harry. You're never going to live down that bit about dressing like a schoolgirl."
"It was out of my control," he said again, this time holding back a laugh. He knew that he should care more about the consequences of his actions, but somehow, he didn't.
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Come on, Ron. We'll be late for Potions."
Harry had to quicken his pace to keep up. He joined them in the queue outside of the class.
"Hey, Nothing!"
Harry turned to face the Slytherin's. Malfoy, as expected.
"Yes?"
"Look, Nothing answers when you call him. How like a mangy dog." Malfoy sneered and the other Slytherin's sniggered at their leader's put down. Harry just blinked.
"C'mon, Nothing," Pansy Parkinson said in her shrill tone. "Why don't you give us that announcement one more time...in case we forgot something."
Harry continued to stare.
"What's the matter, School-girl Potter," Malfoy snarled. "Snake got your tongue? Don't we get a recap?"
Harry smiled. "It was out of my control."
From the doorway, Severus Snape did his best to hide a pleased smirk.
"Oh, was it now, Mr. Potter?" Harry gulped at the penetrating stare that Snape had fixed him in. "Everyone in the classroom...now."
There was a mad rush to see who could get to their seats the quickest. Snape, however, took his time in stalking to the front of the room. He sat on the edge of his desk with his arms crossed and a menacing glare.
"Now, Mr. Potter. I'm sure we'd all like to know what that little display was all about this morning. Care to indulge?"
Harry hesitated. Should he make up an excuse? Was TheMaster in the room with him now?
"It-"
"Yes?"
"It was out of my control."
Snape had to bite his lower lip to stop from laughing. "I see. Ten points from Griffindor."
Half the class took to grumbling under their breaths. What had happened to Harry? He was supposed to be their hero.
"Alright. Enough of this little distraction. Quills out and mouths shut."
*****
Ron was waiting for Harry in the common room after he had finished his detention. The redhead had snagged their favourite chairs by the fire. He and Hermione had said little to Harry the whole day in reaction to his silence about the breakfast incident.
"Harry, I'm not going to ask what got into you this morning, because I know what you'd say. I just want to say that I know this has something to do with TheMaster. I know you talk to him every night."
Harry was staring blank-faced into the fire.
"You can talk about that...can't you?"
"Yeah... I'm sorry, Ron. I'm not trying to be rude."
"I know mate. You've just been rather odd lately. I don't know what to make of it."
Harry took a moment before he answered. "Well, you've got Hermione, and I'm so glad you're happy. Lord knows it took both of you long enough to get over yourselves and get together. But I want to be happy, too. It's hard when my options are...limited. I have no way of knowing who would even be attainable."
"What happened to gaydar," Ron snorted. Harry threw him a half-arsed glare.
"Not always accurate, and I can't take that risk," Harry replied.
"Does that mean you suspect some people?"
Harry laughed. "You make it sound like they've committed a crime."
"That's not what-"
"I know, I know. It's alright. For one thing, I've always thought that Malfoy might be."
"You're nutters! He's shagged every sixth and seventh year girl in Slytherin besides Pugface Parkinson. And lots of girls from every other house, I'd bet."
"At least that's what he's bragged. No...he's a bit over the top when it comes to showing off his masculinity. Like he has something to prove. I've also thought that Elton might be, as well."
Ron considered this. "You think he could be TheMaster?"
"I considered that, but it just doesn't fit."
"Yeah. That master guy sounds like a complete control freak and Elton is too timid."
Harry hummed in reply. The fire crackled and snapped.
"I really like him, Ron. It's not all...sexual. We talk about a lot of things...for hours. Sometimes it's nothing, but mostly it's so meaningful. He's a very deep person."
Ron leaned forward and placed his hand on Harry's shoulder. "That's nice and all...but you need someone that can be there for you, be with you. He hasn't even told you his name. You have no idea who he really is. He could be...Justin Finch-Fletchly!"
Harry made a face. "I hope not. Not that I don't enjoy Justin's friendship," he added hastily. "It's just...he's not..."
"You can say it. I won't judge."
"He's not attractive."
"I agree, and I'm not even gay."
At that moment, Hermione bounded down from the girl's dormitories. She flopped into Ron's lap and kissed him on the cheek.
"I'm not interrupting, am I?"
Harry smiled. "Of course not, Hermione. Ron's about done checking up on me, I think."
Ron looked indignant. "I was not checking up on you!"
"Right," Harry said, grinning even more. "Thanks for the nice talk, Ron. I'm glad you're being cool about this."
"No problem," the redhead answered. "You're my best no matter what."
Harry stood up and stretched.
"And with that," he announced to the couple, "I'm going to my room. Someone is waiting for me."
He winked at his friends and scooted up the stairs before they could stop him.
"I hope he's going to keep levelheaded about this," Hermione said, snuggling her head into the crook of Ron's neck.
"It just may be too late, love."
*****
Harry fidgeted excitedly as he signed into the ChatterBox. Almost instantaneously, TheMaster messaged him.
[TheMaster: Where've you been?]
[TheMaster: You were supposed to be on right after supper.]
[4eyes: I had detention with McGonnagal]
[TheMaster: That's Professor McGonnagal]
Harry blinked. What did he mean by that?
[4eyes: erm...okay.]
[TheMaster: Haha...just an impression. guess who?]
[4eyes: Well, it was definitely a teacher.]
[TheMaster: You're very warm]
[4eyes: And my first guess would be Snape]
[TheMaster: You're on fire]
[4eyes: Why thank you]
[TheMaster: Cheeky.]
[TheMaster: I noticed you followed my instructions. Top marks.]
[4eyes: Is that another impression of a teacher?]
[TheMaster: Yes, but I doubt that you've ever heard those words from one before.]
[4eyes: Ouch...now who's being cheeky?]
[4eyes: So, do I get a treat...]
[4eyes: master]
[TheMaster: Anything as long as you keep saying that lovely word.]
[TheMaster: What do you desire?]
[4eyes: mmmm...get me a raspberry scone and I'm yours forever.]
[TheMaster: you're in luck. Raspberry scones are my specialty.]
[TheMaster: You know what I'd do if you were here?]
[4eyes: I have a feeling you're going to tell me.]
[TheMaster: I'd fuck you up against the wall.]
[4eyes: *SPROING*]
[TheMaster: I hope you're blushing.]
[TheMaster: When I saw you blush today I wanted to throw you down and shag you right on top of the scrambled eggs.]
[4eyes: oh I'm blushing. But lets wait a bit for this...everyone's awake and one of the guys could walk in at any moment.]
[TheMaster: fine...take all the fun out of it.]
[4eyes: Well...I was thinking of something else that could be a lot of fun]
[TheMaster: That would be?]
[4eyes: Meeting in person.]
*****
[4eyes: Meeting in person.]
"Shit."
Snape stared at the computer screen, not sure what to type next.
"Shit, shit, shit." The potions master sighed and slouched into his chair. "Nice usage of vocabulary, Snape," he muttered to himself.
[4eyes: master?]
[TheMaster: sorry. I'm not ready for that.]
[4eyes: No. I'm sorry...shouldn't have suggested it.]
[TheMaster: It's not that. Maybe someday.]
[4eyes: Maybe isn't going to cut it for long. I really like you]
"Not if you knew who I was." But something in the back of his mind reminded him that this was not so. That e-mail to Ms. Granger... "That was just a fleeting fancy. He doesn't know the real you." Isn't that what he was showing to him, though? Snape crossed his arms stubbornly. Of course not! The real Snape was trying to bust Potter...to get a confession. This was all just a set up. "That's right! Just a set up...that's all."
There was a long silence and then, "Oh bugger all! Who am I kidding?"
[TheMaster: alright. We will someday...but I just have to...prepare myself first.]
[TheMaster: and I still don't do boyfriends.]
[4eyes: excellent]
[TheMaster: and you have to promise that my identity will be kept secret. from everyone.]
[4eyes: okay. and i promise.]
[TheMaster: On pain of...well, not death. But definitely lots of pain.]
[4eyes: Good. I like it rough.]
Snape smirked in spite of himself. Cheeky.
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I hope you enjoyed! Man...I didn't expect that scene with Ron to last so long. I guess I really got into it once I got going. I hope he was in character enough.
Until next time!
~Dav
And as for Mr or Ms Fake Fake Fake...Did you really think that calling my story gay would be an insult? It IS a gay story...that's the point. And I marvel at your punctuation skills. Very top notch.
As for the rest of you, thanks so much! I'm glad you liked the new chappies.
THIS CHAPTER IS RATED ARRR FOR PIRATES...NO WAIT...I MEAN R FOR FRANK SEXUAL LANGUAGE. (ei: "Oh! your FRANK is so huge!" or "I wanna FRANK you like an animal.") ;)
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SEVERUS SNAPE, COMPUTER HACKER Chapter 6: TheMaster and His Slave
[4eyes: yes, Master.]
[TheMaster: I want you to touch yourself, just touch. No rubbing, no stroking.]
[4eyes: yes]
[TheMaster: yes, what?]
[4eyes: yes, master]
[TheMaster: that's better. would you like to know what I'm doing]
[4eyes: yes, master]
[TheMaster: i'm rubbing my hard cock, thinking of your succulent lips]
[TheMaster: stroke]
[4eyes: thankyou master]
[TheMaster: tell me you want me inside you]
[4eyes: I want you inside]
[4eyes: I need you inside]
Snape closed the saved conversation, cursing himself for losing his cool...yet again. It had been two weeks since the first sexual conversation, and every night he had told himself that he wasn't going to even THINK of turning the computer on. Every night he found that he had told himself a lie.
The clock on his wall informed him that it was 6.28 am. Breakfast soon. He thought back to the end of last night's conversation.
[TheMaster: Say it...you know what]
[4eyes: I'm your slave.]
[4eyes: I'll do whatever you want...just command it]
[TheMaster: I do have a command for you. I want to see if you are truly mine. Are you prepared to accept?]
[4eyes: Anything.]
[TheMaster: Tomorrow during breakfast I want you to stand up and...]
Would Potter really do it?
"Snape, you fool. Potter's too proud. That brat would never do what he was told to."
But would he?
*****
Harry gazed around the Great Hall, watching as the students entered and took their seats to eat. Hermione and Ron were sitting to his left, whispering about something...probably sweet talk, Harry thought bitterly. All his "sweet talk" was confined to the ChatterBox in the dark of night. As the seconds ticked by, Harry couldn't help but wonder where TheMaster was sitting. He glanced nervously at his watch. Thirty seconds to go.
"What's the matter, mate," Ron asked. "You looking for someone?"
"No."
"Well, Hermione and I were thinking that we'd go eat at that new soda fountain on Saturday. The one down by...what's it called? Oh that's right- what the bloody..."
Ron trailed off at the sight of Harry suddenly standing and climbing on top of the bench. Harry loudly cleared his throat and all eyes, including those of the professors', turned to him.
"I would like to make an announcement. I, Harry Potter, do declare that I am lower than a snake's belly; I am a loon, a scoundrel, a mangy flea-ridden dog; I am no better than a silly-headed school girl, and I dress like one in my spare time; I am no better at magic than a second rate muggle illusionist. In short, I am a nothing. Thank you, very much."
With that, he sat back down and continued eating. Applause roared through the hall, as did hoots and laughter. Ron and Hermione exchanged looks of confusion, but Harry just kept eating. He seemed altogether unaware that he's just made fool of himself in front of the entire school, although if anyone had been watching closely, they would have seen his hands shaking and a faint blush across his cheeks. And someone was watching closely. Severus Snape had never been more aroused in his life.
*****
"Mr. Potter! Just what was that supposed to be?" Professor McGonnagal swept through her office door after Harry and waved it shut behind her with a slam. "I never...in all my years...just explain yourself!"
"It was out of my control," he replied, wincing against the tirade that was sure to come.
"Out of your control?! What is that supposed to mean? You are a seventh year, for goodness sake. You are supposed to be a shining example of all that is expected from a young wizard. And here I thought you were turning into a mature young man. I am very disappointed in you, Mr. Potter. Very disappointed."
"It was out of my control," he said again, replying just as TheMaster had instructed him to.
"Well, then it is out of my control, too. Come along, Potter. To the Headmaster with you. It's too early in the morning for this..."
McGonnagal muttered under her breath all the way to Dumbledore's office.
"In you go. I dearsay he's expecting you."
Harry entered the office that he'd been in so many times over the last six years and closed the door behind him. Harry looked around for the headmaster, but saw no one but Fawkes.
"Please have a seat, Harry."
He jumped, took a deep breath and sat down in a large comfortable chair facing Dumbledore's desk. The old professor stepped down the stairs to Harry's right and settled into his own seat.
"Now," the elder said. "That was some announcement you had for us this morning. May I ask why you chose to do this?"
"It was out of my control," said Harry dutifully.
"As I suspected," Dumbledore replied with that famous twinkle in his eye. Harry was a little shocked. "Now, there's no denying that I have a soft spot as far as you are concerned, but I'm afraid that I cannot play favourites this time. You will have to serve detention tonight with Professor McGonnagal, after supper. She's very infuriated, you see. I do hope that this doesn't happen again, Harry. You have always been a role model to the younger students."
"Thank you, Professor."
"No need. You may go to class."
*******
Professor McGonnagal glared at Harry all throughout Transfiguration class. Her mood was so feirce that Hermione and Ron didn't dare say a word to their friend until class was over. Once they were out in the hall, the pair pounced.
"Just what was that supposed to be," Ron asked.
"It was out of my control," Harry told him. Ron stopped walking for a moment, but quickly recovered.
"It was out of your control? That was the stupidest thing you've ever done!"
Harry raised an eyebrow at the redhead.
"He's right, Harry. You're never going to live down that bit about dressing like a schoolgirl."
"It was out of my control," he said again, this time holding back a laugh. He knew that he should care more about the consequences of his actions, but somehow, he didn't.
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Come on, Ron. We'll be late for Potions."
Harry had to quicken his pace to keep up. He joined them in the queue outside of the class.
"Hey, Nothing!"
Harry turned to face the Slytherin's. Malfoy, as expected.
"Yes?"
"Look, Nothing answers when you call him. How like a mangy dog." Malfoy sneered and the other Slytherin's sniggered at their leader's put down. Harry just blinked.
"C'mon, Nothing," Pansy Parkinson said in her shrill tone. "Why don't you give us that announcement one more time...in case we forgot something."
Harry continued to stare.
"What's the matter, School-girl Potter," Malfoy snarled. "Snake got your tongue? Don't we get a recap?"
Harry smiled. "It was out of my control."
From the doorway, Severus Snape did his best to hide a pleased smirk.
"Oh, was it now, Mr. Potter?" Harry gulped at the penetrating stare that Snape had fixed him in. "Everyone in the classroom...now."
There was a mad rush to see who could get to their seats the quickest. Snape, however, took his time in stalking to the front of the room. He sat on the edge of his desk with his arms crossed and a menacing glare.
"Now, Mr. Potter. I'm sure we'd all like to know what that little display was all about this morning. Care to indulge?"
Harry hesitated. Should he make up an excuse? Was TheMaster in the room with him now?
"It-"
"Yes?"
"It was out of my control."
Snape had to bite his lower lip to stop from laughing. "I see. Ten points from Griffindor."
Half the class took to grumbling under their breaths. What had happened to Harry? He was supposed to be their hero.
"Alright. Enough of this little distraction. Quills out and mouths shut."
*****
Ron was waiting for Harry in the common room after he had finished his detention. The redhead had snagged their favourite chairs by the fire. He and Hermione had said little to Harry the whole day in reaction to his silence about the breakfast incident.
"Harry, I'm not going to ask what got into you this morning, because I know what you'd say. I just want to say that I know this has something to do with TheMaster. I know you talk to him every night."
Harry was staring blank-faced into the fire.
"You can talk about that...can't you?"
"Yeah... I'm sorry, Ron. I'm not trying to be rude."
"I know mate. You've just been rather odd lately. I don't know what to make of it."
Harry took a moment before he answered. "Well, you've got Hermione, and I'm so glad you're happy. Lord knows it took both of you long enough to get over yourselves and get together. But I want to be happy, too. It's hard when my options are...limited. I have no way of knowing who would even be attainable."
"What happened to gaydar," Ron snorted. Harry threw him a half-arsed glare.
"Not always accurate, and I can't take that risk," Harry replied.
"Does that mean you suspect some people?"
Harry laughed. "You make it sound like they've committed a crime."
"That's not what-"
"I know, I know. It's alright. For one thing, I've always thought that Malfoy might be."
"You're nutters! He's shagged every sixth and seventh year girl in Slytherin besides Pugface Parkinson. And lots of girls from every other house, I'd bet."
"At least that's what he's bragged. No...he's a bit over the top when it comes to showing off his masculinity. Like he has something to prove. I've also thought that Elton might be, as well."
Ron considered this. "You think he could be TheMaster?"
"I considered that, but it just doesn't fit."
"Yeah. That master guy sounds like a complete control freak and Elton is too timid."
Harry hummed in reply. The fire crackled and snapped.
"I really like him, Ron. It's not all...sexual. We talk about a lot of things...for hours. Sometimes it's nothing, but mostly it's so meaningful. He's a very deep person."
Ron leaned forward and placed his hand on Harry's shoulder. "That's nice and all...but you need someone that can be there for you, be with you. He hasn't even told you his name. You have no idea who he really is. He could be...Justin Finch-Fletchly!"
Harry made a face. "I hope not. Not that I don't enjoy Justin's friendship," he added hastily. "It's just...he's not..."
"You can say it. I won't judge."
"He's not attractive."
"I agree, and I'm not even gay."
At that moment, Hermione bounded down from the girl's dormitories. She flopped into Ron's lap and kissed him on the cheek.
"I'm not interrupting, am I?"
Harry smiled. "Of course not, Hermione. Ron's about done checking up on me, I think."
Ron looked indignant. "I was not checking up on you!"
"Right," Harry said, grinning even more. "Thanks for the nice talk, Ron. I'm glad you're being cool about this."
"No problem," the redhead answered. "You're my best no matter what."
Harry stood up and stretched.
"And with that," he announced to the couple, "I'm going to my room. Someone is waiting for me."
He winked at his friends and scooted up the stairs before they could stop him.
"I hope he's going to keep levelheaded about this," Hermione said, snuggling her head into the crook of Ron's neck.
"It just may be too late, love."
*****
Harry fidgeted excitedly as he signed into the ChatterBox. Almost instantaneously, TheMaster messaged him.
[TheMaster: Where've you been?]
[TheMaster: You were supposed to be on right after supper.]
[4eyes: I had detention with McGonnagal]
[TheMaster: That's Professor McGonnagal]
Harry blinked. What did he mean by that?
[4eyes: erm...okay.]
[TheMaster: Haha...just an impression. guess who?]
[4eyes: Well, it was definitely a teacher.]
[TheMaster: You're very warm]
[4eyes: And my first guess would be Snape]
[TheMaster: You're on fire]
[4eyes: Why thank you]
[TheMaster: Cheeky.]
[TheMaster: I noticed you followed my instructions. Top marks.]
[4eyes: Is that another impression of a teacher?]
[TheMaster: Yes, but I doubt that you've ever heard those words from one before.]
[4eyes: Ouch...now who's being cheeky?]
[4eyes: So, do I get a treat...]
[4eyes: master]
[TheMaster: Anything as long as you keep saying that lovely word.]
[TheMaster: What do you desire?]
[4eyes: mmmm...get me a raspberry scone and I'm yours forever.]
[TheMaster: you're in luck. Raspberry scones are my specialty.]
[TheMaster: You know what I'd do if you were here?]
[4eyes: I have a feeling you're going to tell me.]
[TheMaster: I'd fuck you up against the wall.]
[4eyes: *SPROING*]
[TheMaster: I hope you're blushing.]
[TheMaster: When I saw you blush today I wanted to throw you down and shag you right on top of the scrambled eggs.]
[4eyes: oh I'm blushing. But lets wait a bit for this...everyone's awake and one of the guys could walk in at any moment.]
[TheMaster: fine...take all the fun out of it.]
[4eyes: Well...I was thinking of something else that could be a lot of fun]
[TheMaster: That would be?]
[4eyes: Meeting in person.]
*****
[4eyes: Meeting in person.]
"Shit."
Snape stared at the computer screen, not sure what to type next.
"Shit, shit, shit." The potions master sighed and slouched into his chair. "Nice usage of vocabulary, Snape," he muttered to himself.
[4eyes: master?]
[TheMaster: sorry. I'm not ready for that.]
[4eyes: No. I'm sorry...shouldn't have suggested it.]
[TheMaster: It's not that. Maybe someday.]
[4eyes: Maybe isn't going to cut it for long. I really like you]
"Not if you knew who I was." But something in the back of his mind reminded him that this was not so. That e-mail to Ms. Granger... "That was just a fleeting fancy. He doesn't know the real you." Isn't that what he was showing to him, though? Snape crossed his arms stubbornly. Of course not! The real Snape was trying to bust Potter...to get a confession. This was all just a set up. "That's right! Just a set up...that's all."
There was a long silence and then, "Oh bugger all! Who am I kidding?"
[TheMaster: alright. We will someday...but I just have to...prepare myself first.]
[TheMaster: and I still don't do boyfriends.]
[4eyes: excellent]
[TheMaster: and you have to promise that my identity will be kept secret. from everyone.]
[4eyes: okay. and i promise.]
[TheMaster: On pain of...well, not death. But definitely lots of pain.]
[4eyes: Good. I like it rough.]
Snape smirked in spite of himself. Cheeky.
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I hope you enjoyed! Man...I didn't expect that scene with Ron to last so long. I guess I really got into it once I got going. I hope he was in character enough.
Until next time!
~Dav