Thanks for the reviews!!! Kisses to all. I keep trying to celebrate an even number of reviews (example: 50, 100, 200) but every time I try, it passes it! But that's a good thing, because it means people like me, you really like me! (sorry, Sally Fields moment) So...Happy 231st review! haha. By the time I post this there are probably going to be more...but yeah. So thanks to my 231st reviewer! I had an idea that reminded me of The Shining. For each new day the music gets really intense and then the day of the week pops up on the screen. so it's like: creepy music creepy music creepy music THURSDAY!!!! AHHHHHH!!!!!! haha. so imagine that when I put up the day of the week. It's amusing.
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SEVERUS SNAPE, COMPUTER HACKER Chapter Nine: Friday Friday Friday
MONDAY!
"Harry's really tearing into that essay," Ron muttered to Hermione. The three friends were sitting in the common room writing essays for Prof. Lupin. Ron had managed to write an inch before giving up and laying his head on Hermione's shoulder. Having already finished her essay, she didn't mind.
"It is odd," Hermione commented. Harry was staring intently at his parchment, the quill scrawling madly across the page. "May I?" Hermione reached out and grabbed the paper before Harry realized what was happening. He tried futilely to snatch it back, but it was already out of reach.
"Hermione!"
"Oh. Now I see." Hermione smiled and chuckled a bit. Harry's face was bright red as his friend perused his paper and turned even redder when she began to read it out loud. "Ahem. 'There are two major uses for the Expecto Patronum friday friday friday friday I can't wait for friday friday friday friday...friday.' That's an A grade right there."
Ron's own face was turning red from holding back laughter.
"That's mean, Hermione," Harry said, grabbing the paper back with a hurt frown. She gave him the puppy dog eyes until he was having trouble keeping up the displeased look and a smile threatened to form. "Well, it's still mean."
"I'm sorry, Harry," she said. "What's on Friday?"
At that, the two friends burst into giggles and Ron rolled his eyes. "I swear, you two have the shortest fights I've ever seen." He sat up. "Okay, you've got me interested now. What's on Friday?"
Harry bit his lip, unsure if he should tell his friends about the meeting.
"Harry," Hermione said, putting her hand on his. "You can tell us."
"I'm meeting the master," he told them and then looked down into his lap, waiting for a reprimand.
Instead, Hermione burst into a smile. "Great! It's been long enough."
"Agreed," Ron put in. "I'm sick of you being all mopey when you aren't talking to him. And now I won't have to feel guilty about Hermione and I being a couple."
"You guys really don't care?"
"Why would we," Hermione asked. Harry shrugged.
"I thought that you'd tell me it was dangerous or risky or something," he told her.
Ron crossed his arms. "Why, you aren't going off grounds are you?"
"No," said Harry, shocked at this very-Hermione-moment.
"Oh leave him alone," Hermione said to her boyfriend. "He can take care of himself."
Harry's mouth fell open. "Did you two just switch brains? I'm very confused."
"Yeah," said Ron, realizing the situation. "Since when do I think Harry shouldn't be doing something against the rules, and you encourage it?"
Hermione shrugged. "It's all very romantic-"
"Sheesh...girls!" Ron rolled his eyes. "Look, I've just been thinking for a while now. That messaging thing is an awful lot like Riddle's journal that Ginny was talking to. Ginny told me that Mum said not to trust anything if you can't see where it keeps its brain. Well, you can't see who you're talking to, so why trust him?"
"I remember her saying that Ron, but I'm being careful. Besides, I doubt anyone would spend a whole year trying to gain my trust just to play a prank on me. And HogwartsNet doesn't work outside of the castle, so I think I'm rather safe from Voldie and company. Anyhow, it's all very romantic-"
"Shut up," Hermione said, smacking his arm. Harry laughed while he stood to gather his things.
"Only four days," Harry said. "I can't wait."
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TUESDAY!
fuzzbrain: it seems like it's been forever since I've gotten to chat with you
4eyes: I know!
fuzzbrain: you're always talking to TheMaster lately
4eyes: I know...
4eyes: I've missed talking to you.
fuzzbrain: me too. you didn't tell me all the details for the meeting
4eyes: We're meeting in the astronomy tower right after classes are through.
fuzzbrain: how nice. I won't expect you at dinner then
4eyes: And I won't pretend like I don't know what you're talking about ;)
fuzzbrain: good, it's agreed
4eyes: I wish it was thursday. I really can't wait. It's killing me.
4eyes: ahhhhhhh!
fuzzbrain: I certainly hope not...unless TheMaster is a necrophilliac.
4eyes: ew! Let's not go there.
fuzzbrain: agreed again.
fuzzbrain: I bet we could figure out who he is if we really tried.
4eyes: no....
fuzzbrain: why not? he knows who you are
4eyes: I know. I just don't wanna know yet. I wanna be surprised.
fuzzbrain: are you afraid to know?
4eyes: No...
4eyes: Yes...I don't know. I guess I'm just afraid I won't like him as much in real life.
4eyes: What if he lied about what he looks like? What if he looks like Goyle? Or Dudly?
fuzzbrain: no one could look that bad. just cross your fingers.
fuzzbrain: there's a chance he lied, but there's a bigger chance he's being truthful.
4eyes: I guess you're right.
fuzzbrain: i know. aren't I always?
fuzzbrain: and if he's a dog, politely decline and tell him you've decided you like girls
4eyes: haha. thanks. You always cheer me up, H.
fuzzbrain: no problem, H. I'm here for you
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WEDNESDAY!
"What if that's him," Harry whispered to Hermione as a tall Hufflepuff passed. Ron choked on a sausage roll.
"I thought you didn't want to know," Hermione pointed out. "I thought you wanted to be surprised."
"I can still speculate," Harry said. Ron rolled his eyes.
"Can you speculate when I'm not around," Ron asked. "I'm trying to have breakfast and I'd rather not think about you shagging any of these blokes."
Harry stuck his tongue out. "Who said anything about shagging? Someone has a dirty mind..."
It was Ron's turn to stick his tongue out at Harry.
"Alright, boys. Let's stay mature and civil," Hermione chided. After a moment she leant over to Harry. "He did have a nice arse, though."
Ron scoffed. "Excuse me? Who's immature? And no fair looking at other arses."
Hermione put an arm around his shoulder. "Oh, I'm sorry sweetie. His arse isn't as cute as yours."
"She's right you know," Harry told him. A minute later he was washing porridge out of his hair in the washroom.
"Men are so sensitive..."
*****
THURSDAY!
"Harry! Over here," somebody shouted. Harry looked up from his textbook to see Ginny strolling down the hill toward the trio. It was a very beautiful day and they were beneath their favourite tree for break. Harry put his book down and stood.
"I'll be right back," he told the others, and sprinted to meet Ginny. When he got there, he gave her a warm hug. A nearby group of second years giggled and made smooching noises.
"Come on, boyfriend," Ginny said, looping her arm through his with a wink. "Let's go talk."
Harry smiled and allowed himself to be led to a nice shady spot by the lake. The pair sat down and Harry laid his head in Ginny's lap.
"What's up," he asked. Ginny fluffed his hair and picked at the little wildflowers that covered the ground.
"Not much. I just heard that you're going to meet a certain someone tomorrow..."
Harry pursed his lips.
"I suppose the girls will gossip," he sighed. "But, of course, I don't mind you knowing, even if Hermione didn't ask first if she could tell you."
"Actually," she corrected, "Ron told me. He does tell me some things."
Harry chuckled. "Yeah, I'm really excited. I have doxies in my tummy thinking about it."
Ginny leaned back on her elbows. "Any idea who it is?"
"No," he replied. "I'm refusing to make any guesses. Why?"
"Oh, no reason-"
"Liar!" Hermione plopped down next to them. "You want to get clues so you can win."
"Win what," Harry said at the same time that Ginny said, "No, I'm not!"
Hermione was caught between guilt and indignation.
"Win what, Hermione," Harry said, sitting up to face her. Hermione looked down.
"Win the bet...about who it is..."
Harry glared at her for a moment.
"I'm really sorry," Hermione said. "I'm mean and insensitive and cheapening your moment-"
"Hermione!" Harry burst into a laugh. "I'm not mad. I was only playing. What's the stakes?"
"Two sickles and a poster of Wood from his quidditch team," Ginny said. Harry laughed more.
"A poster of Wood? Who threw that into the pot?"
"I did," Ron said, sitting down next to Hermione. "I spent my last sickle at Honeydukes."
"You three are ridiculous. You know that, right?" Harry's shoulders were still shaking with laughter. "I'll be sure to get your final guesses before I tell you who it is."
The four smiled at each other, the warm feeling of friendship all about them. A bell rang out to signal the end of break and they stood up to head toward the castle.
"Waitaminute," Harry said as they reached the entrance. "Why does Ron have a poster of Wood?"
Ginny and Hermione started to giggle and Ron's face matched his hair.
"He's a top player! It's perfectly natural to have a poster of Wood!" They left the flustered Weasley at the door.
*****
4eyes: It won't be long...I'm soooooo nervous.
fuzzbrain: don't be. just be happy
4eyes: I can't help it. Who do you think it is?
fuzzbrain: haha. stop that...you want to be surprised, remember?
4eyes: Yeah....I know, I know.
fuzzbrain: Ginny wants to talk to you for a moment
fuzzbrain: Hi Harry
4eyes: okay
4eyes: Hi Gin.
fuzzbrain: Can you screechmail all the details about the master to Hermione? We want to go over them to make our final guesses.
4eyes: yeah. No problem. Is that all?
fuzzbrain: Well...I have another question.
fuzzbrain: Are you going to kiss him on the first date?
fuzzbrain: Hahahahah
4eyes: Very funny, Gin. You can't see it, but my tongue's sticking out at you.
fuzzbrain: Just teasing.
4eyes: Besides, it depends on whether or not he's as good looking as he says.
fuzzbrain: this is H. if lust was an organic being, you'd be it
4eyes: He's online! Bye, ladies...i'll see you tomorrow!
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4eyes: Hi!
TheMaster: Hello
4eyes: I'm going crazy.
TheMaster: I'm a bit peaky myself. Just don't tell anyone.
TheMaster: I'd never live it down.
4eyes: Your reputation that important?
TheMaster: Every bit as important as yours, Boy-who-lived.
4eyes: Don't you mean, Man-who-lived?
TheMaster: Quite
4eyes: My friends are betting about who you are.
TheMaster: Too bad they don't get to know.
4eyes: They wouldn't tell anyone else...they're good at keeping secrets. They're the only one's who know I'm gay.
4eyes: besides you.
TheMaster: Well...
4eyes: I promise
TheMaster: Fine. But only for you. I'm not doing it for them.
4eyes: Good, because I'm a jealous person.
TheMaster: Another thing we have in common.
4eyes: it's amazing. ;)
4eyes: Well, I'm too nervous to chat, so I'll see you tomorrow, right after the last class, in the astronomy tower?
TheMaster: Indeed.
4eyes: Can't wait.
TheMaster: I can.
4eyes: What?
TheMaster: Just kidding. I'll see you tomorrow.
*****
FRIDAY!
"You have thirty minutes to complete the potion. You may begin." Snape waved his wand at the board and all the instructions disappeared, much to the class's dismay.
"I hate pop quizzes," Ron muttered under his breath. Harry nodded in agreement.
"Hermione loves them," Harry muttered back, and they both looked at the frizzy haired girl, humming happily to herself as she followed the instructions in her head. Ron turned to his ingredients and considered which one was likely to be the first to add. Harry, however, was glancing around the class, yet again wondering if TheMaster was in the same room as him. He looked away when he saw Snape stalking between the tables, commenting on the progress of the students.
"He looks nice today," Hermione whispered. Harry looked up.
"Who," he whispered back.
"Snape," she said. "More than usual."
"Shhh," Ron warned. Snape was coming their way.
"Good, Miss Granger," Snape said as he look over her shoulder. Hermione tried to suppress a grin. "Mr. Weasley, do manage to not chop off your fingers. I dearsay you'd miss them."
Ron turned red and nodded.
"And Mr. Potter."
Harry looked up at Snape as if snapping out of a day dream.
"After you've ceased your impression of a empty headed school girl, do you think you'd like to begin your potion?"
"Sorry, sir."
"Oh, no, Mr. Potter. Please take your time and think about how you're going to ask your little girlfriend to the Seventh Year Ball."
"I-"
"No, it is I who should apologize to you for taking up your precious thinking time. I do hope you'll forgive my taking five points from Gryffindor."
Harry turned red and started to count out billywig stings to add to the potion. He could hear Malfoy and his gang snickering from their table. It was several moments before Snape turned away and he relaxed a bit.
"That was harsh," whispered Ron when he was sure it was safe. "You'd better pay more attention."
"I know...I can't help it."
"At the rate you're going, you'll lose us the house cup." Ron gave a small grin to show he was kidding and added flobberworm mucus to the bubbling concoction. The three kept silent for a while, so as not to tempt trouble.
"Ten minute warning," Snape called out from the front of the class. "If your potion isn't red yet, say your prayers."
Ron groaned. Hermione's potion had been red for at least five minutes. He kept stirring and breathed a sigh of relief when his own turned red a few seconds later. Harry's potion, however, was still a sickly yellow colour.
"I'm doomed," he said a little too loudly. Snape was at his elbow in milliseconds.
"Detention, Potter."
"Excuse me?" Harry was so angered he forgot to be polite.
"I don't allow cheating in my classroom. And if you continue on with that attitude, we'll make it two detentions. Care to say anything else?"
"No, sir," Harry said through gritted teeth.
"Good. Be here right after classes finish today. If you are late, I will see to it you have detention for the rest of the year."
Harry's eyes widened. Any day but today. He almost opened his mouth to object, but stopped himself upon seeing the dangerous look in Snape's eyes. He nodded and turned back to his potion to stir it. Snape's eyes looked in the same direction.
"I see you've failed to finish your potion in time."
"Please, Professor. We have five minutes," Hermione said. Snape glared at her.
"An inadequate time for him to finish, and I'll thank you not to question my judgment." Snape snarled. He spelled the cauldron clean and stalked away. Harry threw his head into his hands and stayed that way until the class was dismissed. The three friends got out of the class room as quickly as possible.
"What a greasy bastard!" Ron was fuming. "What is his problem?"
He turned to look at the others when he didn't get an answer. Harry was walking with his head down and Hermione was staring off to the side.
"What's your problem," he rephrased. Harry looked up.
"Well, he was right. I didn't have enough time to finish because I was being a lovesick puppy."
Ron's mouth fell open. "You've gone nutters."
"Don't you think he was acting strange," Hermione asked, looking at them finally. "Like he was worried about something?"
"I take that back," Ron said, "Hermione's gone nutters."
"Well he was," she said defensively. "He's never mocked Harry like that before. Sure, he's sarcastic, but it was a bit much."
"That's what I'm saying," Ron said. "Never mind...you two are both nutters."
"What am I supposed to do about the master," Harry suddenly said. "He'll think I stood him up."
"Send him an e-mail," Ron suggested. Harry shook his head.
"No...he wouldn't check it before our meeting. And I don't have any time to go to the dorms to write one, anyway."
"Then just wait until tonight. He won't be too mad, I'm sure."
"I was looking forward to this, though. My whole week is ruined." Harry crossed his arms angrily. "Why didn't I just pay attention?"
"Don't blame this on yourself, mate," Ron said as they reached the great hall for lunch. "That Snape is a snarky bastard, and you know it."
"Yeah, whatever." Harry sat down at the table next to Ginny and put his head on her shoulder.
"What's wrong with him," she asked, putting down her sandwich and patting Harry's cheek. "I thought today was happy, fun day."
"Today is miserable, disappointment day," Harry muttered.
*****
The rest of that day's classes were attended by a moody Harry, an angry Ron and a thoughtful Hermione. They were zoned out in the midst of one of Prof. Binns lectures when Ron felt a tap on his shoulder.
"I'm going to sneak up to the dorms," Hermione whispered. Ron's eyes widened.
"What on Earth for?"
"I'll tell you later...I just wanted you to know where I was going. I'll be back soon."
Harry and Ron watched as she crawled down the row on her knees and out the door.
"I hate it when she does that," Ron said. "Why can't she just tell us what she's doing?"
"That's just her way, Ron," Harry replied. "I thought you knew to expect that by now."
Ron sighed, then turned to his best mate. "Cheer up, Harry. You can meet him tomorrow or something."
"Yeah, I suppose."
"Want a cheering charm?"
"No, thank you. One day without teeth was enough for me."
"Understood."
*****
Ron and Ginny entered the common room at the same moment that Hermione came running down the dormitory stairs. She stopped when she saw the brother and sister.
"Has Harry gone already?"
"Yeah...if he's late, year of detentions," Ron reminded her. Hermione cursed under her breath and began pacing.
"I can't just burst in there," she said. "What to do...what to do..."
"What's wrong," asked Ginny.
"Well, I just thought that Snape was acting very strange lately and even stranger today. Then I had this really weird thought, but I had to check some things so I came up here."
"Hermione..." Ron was looking at her oddly.
"It's Snape," she said.
"What's Snape," Ron asked.
"TheMaster."
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"Enter."
Harry pushed the door to the potions classroom open. The class was dark inside and he couldn't see much.
"Professor?"
"Come in, Mr. Potter, and close the door."
Harry hesitated but did as he was told. When the door was in place he heard the thud of a lock and the lights illuminated. He whirled around only to be caught in the arms of Severus Snape. The tall, dark man pushed Harry up against the door and pressed his body against the other's.
"Don't make a sound," Snape growled.
Harry tilted his face up toward the other man. "Yes, master-
BANG BANG BANG.
Snape was jolted out of his day dream by a knock on the door.
"Enter," he said, a bit huskily, and then cleared his throat. He straightened his robes and willed away the growing erection as Harry mopily entered the room.
"I hope I'm not late, Professor," Harry said, placing his bookbag on the nearest chair. Snape shook his head.
"For once you've done something right, Potter." He beckoned him forward. "I have something for you to do. It's not as dreadful as I would like, but it must be done. Madam Pomfry needs several potions that she's been running low on. You will be brewing a simple calming draught while I make a few of the more complicated potions. All the ingredients that you will need are on the first table to the right as well as instructions, just in case."
Harry nodded, inwardly thankful that he didn't have to scrub out cauldrons without the use of magic. He went to the first table and looked at the instructions. It didn't appear to be all that complicated. Perhaps he could finish quickly and Snape would let him go. He could still have time to meet TheMaster.
Harry added the first three ingredients and began to stir. Even if it wasn't scrubbing cauldron's it was still boring. He looked over to Snape who was finely chopping a root with amazing speed. Harry was lost in the movement until he heard his potion bubbling and snapped back to attention. He added the fourth ingredient and the bubbling calmed. He continued to stir as instructed and glanced again at the other man. Now he was crushing something in a bowl and sprinkling it into the potion, his graceful, porcelain fingers moving with confidence. When Snape looked up, Harry could see he was...well, not smiling, but there was something of happiness in his face. He was enjoying his work. Harry puzzled at this rare, insightful moment and turned back to his own potion to add another ingredient.
Once this was added he checked the list.
"Stir clockwise after ingredient six."
As he began to stir, he heard a swish of robes behind him and a long fingered hand grasped his own, halting Harry's movement.
"Stir clockwise after ingredient six, yes. But you've only added up to ingredient five."
Harry looked over his shoulder to see Snape looking down at him. He gulped.
"What does it say to do after ingredient five," Snape asked calmly. His hand was still grasping Harry's. Harry looked over at the list.
"It says to let it simmer for an hour," he said, surprised at the timidity of his voice. But Snape was very close and wasn't letting go of his hand.
"Then let it do so." At that, Snape released his grip and Harry let go of the stirring paddle. He expected Snape to move back to his own table, but the man didn't. Harry turned toward Snape awkwardly, as there wasn't much space between the table and the professor without physical contact. Something in Harry was excited, remembering the fantasy situation that he'd told to TheMaster. The fantasy situation he'd told to... Harry looked up.
"Yes." Snape was staring intently into Harry's eyes. He lifted the hand that had been touching Harry's own moments before and brought the tips of his fingers to Harry's face. "Yes."
"Y-yes, what?" Harry tried not to lean into the fingers that were brushing his cheek.
"Yes, it is me."
"That's what I thought you meant," Harry whispered. He closed his eyes as the hand moved from his cheek to the back of his neck and pulled him closer. He drew in a sharp breath as their bodies touched for the first time. His heart was leaping into his throat and his groin was throbbing from his excitement. What was happening? It was going so fast. Harry felt Snape press his mouth to the spot on his neck right below his left ear. The lips parted slowly and a tongue slithered out to his earlobe. Harry sighed and his hand involuntarily moved to Snape's waist, drawing the man's hips closer. He heard Snape sigh in response.
The potion master walked him back toward the table and pressed him against it, careful to stay clear of the cauldron, all the time biting and licking Harry's ear and neck. Harry could feel the table pressing into the small of his back, and Snape's groin pressing into his own. His mind was yelling at him to do fifty different things at once.
"Ah....I-"
Snape pulled away from Harry's ear and pressed his forehead against the other's. He casually reached up to remove Harry's glasses and set them on the table. He was so close that Harry could feel Snape's breath against his cheek.
"You wanted to say something, Harry?"
Snape's lips were a mere centimeter away from his own. It was say something now, or say nothing. Harry mumbled something.
"What?" Snape whispered, the hand returning to the back of his neck. "I didn't hear you."
Harry licked his lips and spoke louder. "Penguin."
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Ginny, Ron and Hermione were hurrying down the stairs and toward the great hall.
"What make's you think it's him?" Ron was out of breath keeping up with the girls.
Hermione looked at him. "Think about it. Tall, dark hair, built... likes potions, defense against the dark arts and torture?"
"That could be other people," Ron said. "And where are we going?"
"We're going to find Elton Pincher."
"There has to be more that makes you think it's him," Ginny pointed out.
"Well, he's been acting weird lately. And today he was almost dressed up, which is something you would never notice," she said, the last part meant for Ron. "Plus, there's the fact that he says he likes quidditch and Snape is obsessed with Slytherin winning! Then Harry said that TheMaster is a good cook. Potions and cooking are very similar things. Of course Snape would be a good cook."
"Okay," Ginny said, as they walked into the hall. "I have to admit that's creepy, but it's still farfetched."
"Not really," Hermione said as they headed toward the Slytherin table. Few people were sitting there as dinner wasn't for a few more hours. Elton was studying at the far end. "Snape leads such a solitary life. Who knows what he does? And what better way to gain Harry's trust and bust him for something? You were right, Ron. Harry shouldn't have trusted him."
Ron paused, shocked at the compliment. "Thanks," he said. Hermione stalked up to Elton.
"Who did you get a computer for, Elton?"
The Slytherin looked up from his book. "Excuse me?"
"Who did you get a computer for? I know you did."
"No....no one."
"You got one for Snape didn't you? You got him one and you gave him HogwartsNet and I can't believe I trusted you!"
Elton's face turned white. "I-I didn't. I swear."
"Right."
"No....I-"
"You are such a liar." Hermione's eyes were dangerously narrowed. Elton gulped.
"He said if I told anyone...he'd make me sorry I ever came here...I didn't know why he wanted it...I still don't. I swear."
"I can't believe it," exclaimed Ron. Ginny's mouth was hanging open and her brother shut it. "You Slytherins are a bunch of rats."
Elton looked down into his lap. "I didn't mean you any harm...if any harm's been done."
"Perhaps not," Hermione said, "Maybe nothing's wrong, but don't hold your breath."
She turned her back on him and speed walked out of the hall with the Weasleys trailing behind her.
"Where are we going," Ginny puffed. She walked faster to catch up.
"To the dungeons."
As the trio turned a corner they almost ran into someone running in the other direction. It was Harry.
"Harry!" Ginny turned and ran after him, with Ron and Hermione a moment behind her. He didn't stop and they chased him all the way to the portrait of the Fat Lady. Harry dropped to his knees in front of the painting and Ginny joined him.
"What's the matter? What did he do to you."
"N-nothing," he said, not looking at her. "Nothing happened...I just want to go inside...go lay down.
"Where are your glasses," Hermione asked as she reached them. Ron stopped behind her to catch his breath.
"I...lost them," Harry lied. "I just want to go up to my room."
"Okay," Ginny said. She gave the password to the Fat Lady and the four of them went inside.
"Are you okay, Harry," Hermione asked. He nodded and headed toward the stairs.
"I just want to be alone."
Ron stopped at the foot of the stairs and watched his friend trudge slowly up to the dorms.
"I'm here if you need me," he said.
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SORRY FOR THE CLIFFHANGER! DON'T HATE ME! And sorry for toying with your emotions with the daydream. One chapter to go! BTW, thanks to all the people who have me on their author alerts and double thanks to all the people that have me on their favs list. KISSES!
~Dav
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SEVERUS SNAPE, COMPUTER HACKER Chapter Nine: Friday Friday Friday
MONDAY!
"Harry's really tearing into that essay," Ron muttered to Hermione. The three friends were sitting in the common room writing essays for Prof. Lupin. Ron had managed to write an inch before giving up and laying his head on Hermione's shoulder. Having already finished her essay, she didn't mind.
"It is odd," Hermione commented. Harry was staring intently at his parchment, the quill scrawling madly across the page. "May I?" Hermione reached out and grabbed the paper before Harry realized what was happening. He tried futilely to snatch it back, but it was already out of reach.
"Hermione!"
"Oh. Now I see." Hermione smiled and chuckled a bit. Harry's face was bright red as his friend perused his paper and turned even redder when she began to read it out loud. "Ahem. 'There are two major uses for the Expecto Patronum friday friday friday friday I can't wait for friday friday friday friday...friday.' That's an A grade right there."
Ron's own face was turning red from holding back laughter.
"That's mean, Hermione," Harry said, grabbing the paper back with a hurt frown. She gave him the puppy dog eyes until he was having trouble keeping up the displeased look and a smile threatened to form. "Well, it's still mean."
"I'm sorry, Harry," she said. "What's on Friday?"
At that, the two friends burst into giggles and Ron rolled his eyes. "I swear, you two have the shortest fights I've ever seen." He sat up. "Okay, you've got me interested now. What's on Friday?"
Harry bit his lip, unsure if he should tell his friends about the meeting.
"Harry," Hermione said, putting her hand on his. "You can tell us."
"I'm meeting the master," he told them and then looked down into his lap, waiting for a reprimand.
Instead, Hermione burst into a smile. "Great! It's been long enough."
"Agreed," Ron put in. "I'm sick of you being all mopey when you aren't talking to him. And now I won't have to feel guilty about Hermione and I being a couple."
"You guys really don't care?"
"Why would we," Hermione asked. Harry shrugged.
"I thought that you'd tell me it was dangerous or risky or something," he told her.
Ron crossed his arms. "Why, you aren't going off grounds are you?"
"No," said Harry, shocked at this very-Hermione-moment.
"Oh leave him alone," Hermione said to her boyfriend. "He can take care of himself."
Harry's mouth fell open. "Did you two just switch brains? I'm very confused."
"Yeah," said Ron, realizing the situation. "Since when do I think Harry shouldn't be doing something against the rules, and you encourage it?"
Hermione shrugged. "It's all very romantic-"
"Sheesh...girls!" Ron rolled his eyes. "Look, I've just been thinking for a while now. That messaging thing is an awful lot like Riddle's journal that Ginny was talking to. Ginny told me that Mum said not to trust anything if you can't see where it keeps its brain. Well, you can't see who you're talking to, so why trust him?"
"I remember her saying that Ron, but I'm being careful. Besides, I doubt anyone would spend a whole year trying to gain my trust just to play a prank on me. And HogwartsNet doesn't work outside of the castle, so I think I'm rather safe from Voldie and company. Anyhow, it's all very romantic-"
"Shut up," Hermione said, smacking his arm. Harry laughed while he stood to gather his things.
"Only four days," Harry said. "I can't wait."
*****
TUESDAY!
fuzzbrain: it seems like it's been forever since I've gotten to chat with you
4eyes: I know!
fuzzbrain: you're always talking to TheMaster lately
4eyes: I know...
4eyes: I've missed talking to you.
fuzzbrain: me too. you didn't tell me all the details for the meeting
4eyes: We're meeting in the astronomy tower right after classes are through.
fuzzbrain: how nice. I won't expect you at dinner then
4eyes: And I won't pretend like I don't know what you're talking about ;)
fuzzbrain: good, it's agreed
4eyes: I wish it was thursday. I really can't wait. It's killing me.
4eyes: ahhhhhhh!
fuzzbrain: I certainly hope not...unless TheMaster is a necrophilliac.
4eyes: ew! Let's not go there.
fuzzbrain: agreed again.
fuzzbrain: I bet we could figure out who he is if we really tried.
4eyes: no....
fuzzbrain: why not? he knows who you are
4eyes: I know. I just don't wanna know yet. I wanna be surprised.
fuzzbrain: are you afraid to know?
4eyes: No...
4eyes: Yes...I don't know. I guess I'm just afraid I won't like him as much in real life.
4eyes: What if he lied about what he looks like? What if he looks like Goyle? Or Dudly?
fuzzbrain: no one could look that bad. just cross your fingers.
fuzzbrain: there's a chance he lied, but there's a bigger chance he's being truthful.
4eyes: I guess you're right.
fuzzbrain: i know. aren't I always?
fuzzbrain: and if he's a dog, politely decline and tell him you've decided you like girls
4eyes: haha. thanks. You always cheer me up, H.
fuzzbrain: no problem, H. I'm here for you
*****
WEDNESDAY!
"What if that's him," Harry whispered to Hermione as a tall Hufflepuff passed. Ron choked on a sausage roll.
"I thought you didn't want to know," Hermione pointed out. "I thought you wanted to be surprised."
"I can still speculate," Harry said. Ron rolled his eyes.
"Can you speculate when I'm not around," Ron asked. "I'm trying to have breakfast and I'd rather not think about you shagging any of these blokes."
Harry stuck his tongue out. "Who said anything about shagging? Someone has a dirty mind..."
It was Ron's turn to stick his tongue out at Harry.
"Alright, boys. Let's stay mature and civil," Hermione chided. After a moment she leant over to Harry. "He did have a nice arse, though."
Ron scoffed. "Excuse me? Who's immature? And no fair looking at other arses."
Hermione put an arm around his shoulder. "Oh, I'm sorry sweetie. His arse isn't as cute as yours."
"She's right you know," Harry told him. A minute later he was washing porridge out of his hair in the washroom.
"Men are so sensitive..."
*****
THURSDAY!
"Harry! Over here," somebody shouted. Harry looked up from his textbook to see Ginny strolling down the hill toward the trio. It was a very beautiful day and they were beneath their favourite tree for break. Harry put his book down and stood.
"I'll be right back," he told the others, and sprinted to meet Ginny. When he got there, he gave her a warm hug. A nearby group of second years giggled and made smooching noises.
"Come on, boyfriend," Ginny said, looping her arm through his with a wink. "Let's go talk."
Harry smiled and allowed himself to be led to a nice shady spot by the lake. The pair sat down and Harry laid his head in Ginny's lap.
"What's up," he asked. Ginny fluffed his hair and picked at the little wildflowers that covered the ground.
"Not much. I just heard that you're going to meet a certain someone tomorrow..."
Harry pursed his lips.
"I suppose the girls will gossip," he sighed. "But, of course, I don't mind you knowing, even if Hermione didn't ask first if she could tell you."
"Actually," she corrected, "Ron told me. He does tell me some things."
Harry chuckled. "Yeah, I'm really excited. I have doxies in my tummy thinking about it."
Ginny leaned back on her elbows. "Any idea who it is?"
"No," he replied. "I'm refusing to make any guesses. Why?"
"Oh, no reason-"
"Liar!" Hermione plopped down next to them. "You want to get clues so you can win."
"Win what," Harry said at the same time that Ginny said, "No, I'm not!"
Hermione was caught between guilt and indignation.
"Win what, Hermione," Harry said, sitting up to face her. Hermione looked down.
"Win the bet...about who it is..."
Harry glared at her for a moment.
"I'm really sorry," Hermione said. "I'm mean and insensitive and cheapening your moment-"
"Hermione!" Harry burst into a laugh. "I'm not mad. I was only playing. What's the stakes?"
"Two sickles and a poster of Wood from his quidditch team," Ginny said. Harry laughed more.
"A poster of Wood? Who threw that into the pot?"
"I did," Ron said, sitting down next to Hermione. "I spent my last sickle at Honeydukes."
"You three are ridiculous. You know that, right?" Harry's shoulders were still shaking with laughter. "I'll be sure to get your final guesses before I tell you who it is."
The four smiled at each other, the warm feeling of friendship all about them. A bell rang out to signal the end of break and they stood up to head toward the castle.
"Waitaminute," Harry said as they reached the entrance. "Why does Ron have a poster of Wood?"
Ginny and Hermione started to giggle and Ron's face matched his hair.
"He's a top player! It's perfectly natural to have a poster of Wood!" They left the flustered Weasley at the door.
*****
4eyes: It won't be long...I'm soooooo nervous.
fuzzbrain: don't be. just be happy
4eyes: I can't help it. Who do you think it is?
fuzzbrain: haha. stop that...you want to be surprised, remember?
4eyes: Yeah....I know, I know.
fuzzbrain: Ginny wants to talk to you for a moment
fuzzbrain: Hi Harry
4eyes: okay
4eyes: Hi Gin.
fuzzbrain: Can you screechmail all the details about the master to Hermione? We want to go over them to make our final guesses.
4eyes: yeah. No problem. Is that all?
fuzzbrain: Well...I have another question.
fuzzbrain: Are you going to kiss him on the first date?
fuzzbrain: Hahahahah
4eyes: Very funny, Gin. You can't see it, but my tongue's sticking out at you.
fuzzbrain: Just teasing.
4eyes: Besides, it depends on whether or not he's as good looking as he says.
fuzzbrain: this is H. if lust was an organic being, you'd be it
4eyes: He's online! Bye, ladies...i'll see you tomorrow!
***
4eyes: Hi!
TheMaster: Hello
4eyes: I'm going crazy.
TheMaster: I'm a bit peaky myself. Just don't tell anyone.
TheMaster: I'd never live it down.
4eyes: Your reputation that important?
TheMaster: Every bit as important as yours, Boy-who-lived.
4eyes: Don't you mean, Man-who-lived?
TheMaster: Quite
4eyes: My friends are betting about who you are.
TheMaster: Too bad they don't get to know.
4eyes: They wouldn't tell anyone else...they're good at keeping secrets. They're the only one's who know I'm gay.
4eyes: besides you.
TheMaster: Well...
4eyes: I promise
TheMaster: Fine. But only for you. I'm not doing it for them.
4eyes: Good, because I'm a jealous person.
TheMaster: Another thing we have in common.
4eyes: it's amazing. ;)
4eyes: Well, I'm too nervous to chat, so I'll see you tomorrow, right after the last class, in the astronomy tower?
TheMaster: Indeed.
4eyes: Can't wait.
TheMaster: I can.
4eyes: What?
TheMaster: Just kidding. I'll see you tomorrow.
*****
FRIDAY!
"You have thirty minutes to complete the potion. You may begin." Snape waved his wand at the board and all the instructions disappeared, much to the class's dismay.
"I hate pop quizzes," Ron muttered under his breath. Harry nodded in agreement.
"Hermione loves them," Harry muttered back, and they both looked at the frizzy haired girl, humming happily to herself as she followed the instructions in her head. Ron turned to his ingredients and considered which one was likely to be the first to add. Harry, however, was glancing around the class, yet again wondering if TheMaster was in the same room as him. He looked away when he saw Snape stalking between the tables, commenting on the progress of the students.
"He looks nice today," Hermione whispered. Harry looked up.
"Who," he whispered back.
"Snape," she said. "More than usual."
"Shhh," Ron warned. Snape was coming their way.
"Good, Miss Granger," Snape said as he look over her shoulder. Hermione tried to suppress a grin. "Mr. Weasley, do manage to not chop off your fingers. I dearsay you'd miss them."
Ron turned red and nodded.
"And Mr. Potter."
Harry looked up at Snape as if snapping out of a day dream.
"After you've ceased your impression of a empty headed school girl, do you think you'd like to begin your potion?"
"Sorry, sir."
"Oh, no, Mr. Potter. Please take your time and think about how you're going to ask your little girlfriend to the Seventh Year Ball."
"I-"
"No, it is I who should apologize to you for taking up your precious thinking time. I do hope you'll forgive my taking five points from Gryffindor."
Harry turned red and started to count out billywig stings to add to the potion. He could hear Malfoy and his gang snickering from their table. It was several moments before Snape turned away and he relaxed a bit.
"That was harsh," whispered Ron when he was sure it was safe. "You'd better pay more attention."
"I know...I can't help it."
"At the rate you're going, you'll lose us the house cup." Ron gave a small grin to show he was kidding and added flobberworm mucus to the bubbling concoction. The three kept silent for a while, so as not to tempt trouble.
"Ten minute warning," Snape called out from the front of the class. "If your potion isn't red yet, say your prayers."
Ron groaned. Hermione's potion had been red for at least five minutes. He kept stirring and breathed a sigh of relief when his own turned red a few seconds later. Harry's potion, however, was still a sickly yellow colour.
"I'm doomed," he said a little too loudly. Snape was at his elbow in milliseconds.
"Detention, Potter."
"Excuse me?" Harry was so angered he forgot to be polite.
"I don't allow cheating in my classroom. And if you continue on with that attitude, we'll make it two detentions. Care to say anything else?"
"No, sir," Harry said through gritted teeth.
"Good. Be here right after classes finish today. If you are late, I will see to it you have detention for the rest of the year."
Harry's eyes widened. Any day but today. He almost opened his mouth to object, but stopped himself upon seeing the dangerous look in Snape's eyes. He nodded and turned back to his potion to stir it. Snape's eyes looked in the same direction.
"I see you've failed to finish your potion in time."
"Please, Professor. We have five minutes," Hermione said. Snape glared at her.
"An inadequate time for him to finish, and I'll thank you not to question my judgment." Snape snarled. He spelled the cauldron clean and stalked away. Harry threw his head into his hands and stayed that way until the class was dismissed. The three friends got out of the class room as quickly as possible.
"What a greasy bastard!" Ron was fuming. "What is his problem?"
He turned to look at the others when he didn't get an answer. Harry was walking with his head down and Hermione was staring off to the side.
"What's your problem," he rephrased. Harry looked up.
"Well, he was right. I didn't have enough time to finish because I was being a lovesick puppy."
Ron's mouth fell open. "You've gone nutters."
"Don't you think he was acting strange," Hermione asked, looking at them finally. "Like he was worried about something?"
"I take that back," Ron said, "Hermione's gone nutters."
"Well he was," she said defensively. "He's never mocked Harry like that before. Sure, he's sarcastic, but it was a bit much."
"That's what I'm saying," Ron said. "Never mind...you two are both nutters."
"What am I supposed to do about the master," Harry suddenly said. "He'll think I stood him up."
"Send him an e-mail," Ron suggested. Harry shook his head.
"No...he wouldn't check it before our meeting. And I don't have any time to go to the dorms to write one, anyway."
"Then just wait until tonight. He won't be too mad, I'm sure."
"I was looking forward to this, though. My whole week is ruined." Harry crossed his arms angrily. "Why didn't I just pay attention?"
"Don't blame this on yourself, mate," Ron said as they reached the great hall for lunch. "That Snape is a snarky bastard, and you know it."
"Yeah, whatever." Harry sat down at the table next to Ginny and put his head on her shoulder.
"What's wrong with him," she asked, putting down her sandwich and patting Harry's cheek. "I thought today was happy, fun day."
"Today is miserable, disappointment day," Harry muttered.
*****
The rest of that day's classes were attended by a moody Harry, an angry Ron and a thoughtful Hermione. They were zoned out in the midst of one of Prof. Binns lectures when Ron felt a tap on his shoulder.
"I'm going to sneak up to the dorms," Hermione whispered. Ron's eyes widened.
"What on Earth for?"
"I'll tell you later...I just wanted you to know where I was going. I'll be back soon."
Harry and Ron watched as she crawled down the row on her knees and out the door.
"I hate it when she does that," Ron said. "Why can't she just tell us what she's doing?"
"That's just her way, Ron," Harry replied. "I thought you knew to expect that by now."
Ron sighed, then turned to his best mate. "Cheer up, Harry. You can meet him tomorrow or something."
"Yeah, I suppose."
"Want a cheering charm?"
"No, thank you. One day without teeth was enough for me."
"Understood."
*****
Ron and Ginny entered the common room at the same moment that Hermione came running down the dormitory stairs. She stopped when she saw the brother and sister.
"Has Harry gone already?"
"Yeah...if he's late, year of detentions," Ron reminded her. Hermione cursed under her breath and began pacing.
"I can't just burst in there," she said. "What to do...what to do..."
"What's wrong," asked Ginny.
"Well, I just thought that Snape was acting very strange lately and even stranger today. Then I had this really weird thought, but I had to check some things so I came up here."
"Hermione..." Ron was looking at her oddly.
"It's Snape," she said.
"What's Snape," Ron asked.
"TheMaster."
*****
"Enter."
Harry pushed the door to the potions classroom open. The class was dark inside and he couldn't see much.
"Professor?"
"Come in, Mr. Potter, and close the door."
Harry hesitated but did as he was told. When the door was in place he heard the thud of a lock and the lights illuminated. He whirled around only to be caught in the arms of Severus Snape. The tall, dark man pushed Harry up against the door and pressed his body against the other's.
"Don't make a sound," Snape growled.
Harry tilted his face up toward the other man. "Yes, master-
BANG BANG BANG.
Snape was jolted out of his day dream by a knock on the door.
"Enter," he said, a bit huskily, and then cleared his throat. He straightened his robes and willed away the growing erection as Harry mopily entered the room.
"I hope I'm not late, Professor," Harry said, placing his bookbag on the nearest chair. Snape shook his head.
"For once you've done something right, Potter." He beckoned him forward. "I have something for you to do. It's not as dreadful as I would like, but it must be done. Madam Pomfry needs several potions that she's been running low on. You will be brewing a simple calming draught while I make a few of the more complicated potions. All the ingredients that you will need are on the first table to the right as well as instructions, just in case."
Harry nodded, inwardly thankful that he didn't have to scrub out cauldrons without the use of magic. He went to the first table and looked at the instructions. It didn't appear to be all that complicated. Perhaps he could finish quickly and Snape would let him go. He could still have time to meet TheMaster.
Harry added the first three ingredients and began to stir. Even if it wasn't scrubbing cauldron's it was still boring. He looked over to Snape who was finely chopping a root with amazing speed. Harry was lost in the movement until he heard his potion bubbling and snapped back to attention. He added the fourth ingredient and the bubbling calmed. He continued to stir as instructed and glanced again at the other man. Now he was crushing something in a bowl and sprinkling it into the potion, his graceful, porcelain fingers moving with confidence. When Snape looked up, Harry could see he was...well, not smiling, but there was something of happiness in his face. He was enjoying his work. Harry puzzled at this rare, insightful moment and turned back to his own potion to add another ingredient.
Once this was added he checked the list.
"Stir clockwise after ingredient six."
As he began to stir, he heard a swish of robes behind him and a long fingered hand grasped his own, halting Harry's movement.
"Stir clockwise after ingredient six, yes. But you've only added up to ingredient five."
Harry looked over his shoulder to see Snape looking down at him. He gulped.
"What does it say to do after ingredient five," Snape asked calmly. His hand was still grasping Harry's. Harry looked over at the list.
"It says to let it simmer for an hour," he said, surprised at the timidity of his voice. But Snape was very close and wasn't letting go of his hand.
"Then let it do so." At that, Snape released his grip and Harry let go of the stirring paddle. He expected Snape to move back to his own table, but the man didn't. Harry turned toward Snape awkwardly, as there wasn't much space between the table and the professor without physical contact. Something in Harry was excited, remembering the fantasy situation that he'd told to TheMaster. The fantasy situation he'd told to... Harry looked up.
"Yes." Snape was staring intently into Harry's eyes. He lifted the hand that had been touching Harry's own moments before and brought the tips of his fingers to Harry's face. "Yes."
"Y-yes, what?" Harry tried not to lean into the fingers that were brushing his cheek.
"Yes, it is me."
"That's what I thought you meant," Harry whispered. He closed his eyes as the hand moved from his cheek to the back of his neck and pulled him closer. He drew in a sharp breath as their bodies touched for the first time. His heart was leaping into his throat and his groin was throbbing from his excitement. What was happening? It was going so fast. Harry felt Snape press his mouth to the spot on his neck right below his left ear. The lips parted slowly and a tongue slithered out to his earlobe. Harry sighed and his hand involuntarily moved to Snape's waist, drawing the man's hips closer. He heard Snape sigh in response.
The potion master walked him back toward the table and pressed him against it, careful to stay clear of the cauldron, all the time biting and licking Harry's ear and neck. Harry could feel the table pressing into the small of his back, and Snape's groin pressing into his own. His mind was yelling at him to do fifty different things at once.
"Ah....I-"
Snape pulled away from Harry's ear and pressed his forehead against the other's. He casually reached up to remove Harry's glasses and set them on the table. He was so close that Harry could feel Snape's breath against his cheek.
"You wanted to say something, Harry?"
Snape's lips were a mere centimeter away from his own. It was say something now, or say nothing. Harry mumbled something.
"What?" Snape whispered, the hand returning to the back of his neck. "I didn't hear you."
Harry licked his lips and spoke louder. "Penguin."
*****
Ginny, Ron and Hermione were hurrying down the stairs and toward the great hall.
"What make's you think it's him?" Ron was out of breath keeping up with the girls.
Hermione looked at him. "Think about it. Tall, dark hair, built... likes potions, defense against the dark arts and torture?"
"That could be other people," Ron said. "And where are we going?"
"We're going to find Elton Pincher."
"There has to be more that makes you think it's him," Ginny pointed out.
"Well, he's been acting weird lately. And today he was almost dressed up, which is something you would never notice," she said, the last part meant for Ron. "Plus, there's the fact that he says he likes quidditch and Snape is obsessed with Slytherin winning! Then Harry said that TheMaster is a good cook. Potions and cooking are very similar things. Of course Snape would be a good cook."
"Okay," Ginny said, as they walked into the hall. "I have to admit that's creepy, but it's still farfetched."
"Not really," Hermione said as they headed toward the Slytherin table. Few people were sitting there as dinner wasn't for a few more hours. Elton was studying at the far end. "Snape leads such a solitary life. Who knows what he does? And what better way to gain Harry's trust and bust him for something? You were right, Ron. Harry shouldn't have trusted him."
Ron paused, shocked at the compliment. "Thanks," he said. Hermione stalked up to Elton.
"Who did you get a computer for, Elton?"
The Slytherin looked up from his book. "Excuse me?"
"Who did you get a computer for? I know you did."
"No....no one."
"You got one for Snape didn't you? You got him one and you gave him HogwartsNet and I can't believe I trusted you!"
Elton's face turned white. "I-I didn't. I swear."
"Right."
"No....I-"
"You are such a liar." Hermione's eyes were dangerously narrowed. Elton gulped.
"He said if I told anyone...he'd make me sorry I ever came here...I didn't know why he wanted it...I still don't. I swear."
"I can't believe it," exclaimed Ron. Ginny's mouth was hanging open and her brother shut it. "You Slytherins are a bunch of rats."
Elton looked down into his lap. "I didn't mean you any harm...if any harm's been done."
"Perhaps not," Hermione said, "Maybe nothing's wrong, but don't hold your breath."
She turned her back on him and speed walked out of the hall with the Weasleys trailing behind her.
"Where are we going," Ginny puffed. She walked faster to catch up.
"To the dungeons."
As the trio turned a corner they almost ran into someone running in the other direction. It was Harry.
"Harry!" Ginny turned and ran after him, with Ron and Hermione a moment behind her. He didn't stop and they chased him all the way to the portrait of the Fat Lady. Harry dropped to his knees in front of the painting and Ginny joined him.
"What's the matter? What did he do to you."
"N-nothing," he said, not looking at her. "Nothing happened...I just want to go inside...go lay down.
"Where are your glasses," Hermione asked as she reached them. Ron stopped behind her to catch his breath.
"I...lost them," Harry lied. "I just want to go up to my room."
"Okay," Ginny said. She gave the password to the Fat Lady and the four of them went inside.
"Are you okay, Harry," Hermione asked. He nodded and headed toward the stairs.
"I just want to be alone."
Ron stopped at the foot of the stairs and watched his friend trudge slowly up to the dorms.
"I'm here if you need me," he said.
*******
SORRY FOR THE CLIFFHANGER! DON'T HATE ME! And sorry for toying with your emotions with the daydream. One chapter to go! BTW, thanks to all the people who have me on their author alerts and double thanks to all the people that have me on their favs list. KISSES!
~Dav