Harry Potter and the Star of Senkrad
Author: l'Ciel
Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: JKR, and some more I think – I don't own anything but the plot – oh, and Ice Drakes, that's mine too! And that sexy nurse (god bless her brainless boobs)
Rating: hard R for implicit sexual content, NC-17 for explicit sexual content
Warnings: violence, brain washing, non-con,
Pairings: HP/DG, SS/LM; side pairings: HP/BZ, NM/LM
Genre: Action/Adventure, Romance, Angst
Summary : After the events of OotP, Harry runs away from the Dursleys. The only one to find him is Snape, but where do the spy's loyalties truly lie? Slash & Het, war-story
Main characters: Harry, Snape, Lucius, Voldemort, Dumbledore
AN/ hello, my dears. It finally gets slashy! But I might warn you now, the rating is not only for the slash scenes. Mostly I decided to rate it high, so that I'd be safe, but this story is NOT SLASH CENTERED, so if you're reading this for the fuck's sake, you will probably be disappointed. l'C
10) Glory Unfolded
The festivities afterwards sped by in a haze for Harry. Loads of people congratulated him for his thriving performance earlier. The whole evening he had shaken hands of former enemies in the middle of the Malfoy's ballroom, eating petit fours from a silver salver, that were floating around. Somebody had bestowed him with a goblet of sweet red wine that was refilling itself. Touching glasses with everyone he was soon a little tipsy and was stumbling through one of the corridors in search for a restroom, when he bumped into somebody.
Lifting his gaze from the floor he looked up into his Professor's scowling face and gulped.
"Uh, so sorry, Snape… Professor…hicks, I uh…", he stuttered, unable to concentrate on the right words.
"Never mind, Mr. Potter. But you might keep in mind to look out in front of you. Not everybody is as forgiving as I. Now run along, or better, go to bed. If you can make it there."
"Uh – you don't know per chance where the nearest restroom is… sir?", Harry belched and covered his mouth.
"Down the corridor, last door on the right. Please don't get too lost. A good evening, Mr. Potter.", Snape sighed dramatically and walked away in long strides.
"You, too, Professor…", Harry mumbled more to himself, "Surly bastard…"
Moving down the passageway, he found the right door and pushed it open. The thickest fog had vanished from his mind and he could think a little clearer, after he had pushed his head under the water tab for some seconds. Screwing the tab close, he wiped the water out of his unruly, outgrown curls with a towel he had found inside a cupboard under the basin.
Looking into the mirror with bleary eyes, he saw Blaise coming from one of the cabins, looking rather rattled.
"You alright?", Harry asked groggily.
"Fine. You look like shit, man.", Blaise responded and rubbed his head.
"Yeah. Feel like it, too.", Harry smiled uncertainly and massaged his forehead, "I think I had enough…"
"More than, methinks.", Blaise giggled.
"You're one to talk. You're completely pissed yourself… ", he sniggered, too.
"Suppose so…", Blaise grinned.
"My bloody back kills me… Bletchley hit me there.", Harry groaned and rubbed his back.
"Here, let me.", Blaise said and moved behind him and let his hands move down from Harry's neck to his lower back, "Like that?"
"Exactly…", a low moan slipped form his lips when the other boy gently kneaded his shoulders, "Gods, I needed that!"
"Who's 'gods'?"
"Muggle equivalent to Merlin."
"Oh, I see. Why'd you say it? I mean, you're a wizard."
"Yeah, but habits die hard. I grew up with them, didn't even know magic existed till I was eleven."
"Whoa! That's news. Harry Potter, a common muggle boy till he was eleven."
"Yeah, kind of. Didn't like it, though. You know – funny stuff happening around you and nobody tells you why. It's actually pretty shitty, man! Believe me!"
"Guess so. Want to go up to my room? It's not a good place to talk in here."
"Sure."
He is so endearing. Adorable. Innocent. If I did not know he had killed and tortured before, I would gladly think he was. His skin so lily-white, almost fluorescent in the moonlight that falls through my window. I ask him to sit on the bed, while I fetch some oil from the bathroom.
"Lie down.", I ask and he complies, after he removes his outer robes and takes of his shirt and I am allowed to see more of that alluring white skin. He must taste so sweet.
Hugging my pillow under his chin, he turns his gaze back at me and I smile reassuringly. To the outside. Inside I gloat and am impatient to touch him, sully his innocence. A wicket lock curls down his cheek and I gently move it away. With huge eyes, he follows my every move, but never flinches away. These wide, depthless orbs overwhelm me with their barely restraint hunger.
Oh, how much he has hungered. Now I will nurture him.
One shaky, pale hand reaches out to me and pulls my hand onto his shoulder. Such a sweet gesture, still he looks so innocent. Too innocent. And the way his eyes reach out to me he is much less naïve than I thought. Maybe than we all thought.
Smiling sweetly, he turns around and for a moment his back is bathed in moonlight.
No marks, no curse has lately touched that skin!
He pulls me nearer and his arms circle my neck. Slightly pouting his lush lips, he rubs his nose against my neck and I catch my breath.
Definitely NOT innocent.
But even more so tempting…
I originally wanted to deepen this scene, but would have probably deleted it straight away. So Ierased it again and therefore thereis no way to get moretext about them from me. Use your imagination!
The next morning Harry had awoken with a brain splitting headache. Somebody had reached him a hangover potion, what he had been grateful for, until his head had cleared enough to notice that he was in bed with Blaise Zabini, completely naked, with the distinct feeling that he had just had sex and no memory whatsoever.
About five seconds after that particular realization had taken place the inhabitants of the manor had woken to a high-pitched scream and a loud bang of somebody landing on the floor.
In his room, Blaise Zabini found himself sitting on the floor beside his bed with a deathly pale Harry Potter sitting in the middle of it, clutching the covers around him.
(That Mr. Zabini had landed rather firmly on his but did not make 'it' any easier, therefore the scream.)
Severus sat up in bed abruptly. A scream had shaken him out of his early morning daze. The bed in Malfoy Manor beside him was uncomfortably cold and empty. After returning from a mission at Grimmauld Place #12 late at night, he had fallen asleep only few hours ago. Disgruntled, he pushed himself out of bed – no use in trying to sleep again.
Clad in his nightshirt and gown he slid into his slippers. Peeved at the bright atmosphere of the morning, he walked along the passageway, before he descended the stairs to the recruit's level, from where he thought originated the disturbance some minutes ago. Just when he came down the last steps, somebody wrapped in a white blanket bolted out of a door to his left and raced by to another room further down the corridor, who resembled Potter quite a lot. But why would Harry Potter be screaming and racing – oh!
Smirking evilly, he knocked at said door to his left and an irritated Blaise Zabini opened, ready to shout, when he recognize his professor.
"Uh, sir?"
"A wonderful morning, already hunting for innocent flesh, Mr. Zabini?", he clipped with a slight smile. Blaise spluttered and Snape turned away. Maybe the morning wasn't that bad after all…
R&R!
