Sorry, I don't have a clue if this took a long time because I have completely lost track of it (time I mean). Anyway short update. I was quite fond of this chapter, I don't know, some of my fave lines are in here. Anyway I don't own Harry or Snape, but all the rest belongs to me (although the ownership of my editor is questionable).
"Potter, get down here!"
"No," whimpered Harry, peeking through his glove clad fingers at the slope before him. He saw various expanses of rock protruding from beneath the snow, and he could swear that was a dead body down near the bottom.
"It isn't very hard, it is only a red, and an easy one at that. Come on Potter, before I lose my patience."
"I thought you already had."
"No, I calmed down, but it appears that it was only momentarily. Now come down!"
Harry decided that he didn't have much choice so he might as well get it over and done with.
He tried to do what Toni had taught him, he really did.
"Potter! What the HELL are you DOING?! TURN, TURN YOU FOOL!"
Harry screamed as his skis ran away with him.
He suddenly felt his feet leave the ground.
This is it, thought Harry. I'm dead. I've passed on.
He felt something cold on his face and opened his eyes. He could see the ground about three feet below him.
He looked around. He was suspended from a tree.
"Snape? Snape?! SNAPE?!"
"I know you are stupid Potter, but how the hell did you get stuck in a tree like that?" Harry turned his head slightly to the left and saw Snape gliding over.
"I don't know!" wailed Harry, "Get me down – Please! What are you doing?"
Snape had sat down up the slope and was now looking at Harry.
"What do you want me to do, Potter?"
"Get me down!"
"How?"
"Magic, you idiot!"
"Why would I want to do that, when there are two nice young women standing here?"
"Hello, Harry!"
"Watcha Harry. How did you get in that tree?"
"That's exactly what I want to know," Harry answered Toni.
"I did that once, all you have to do is roll out the tree. You get winded for a few minutes but that's all! No need to worry!" said Toni jovially.
"I won't," said Harry sarcastically.
"That's the spirit!" said Toni, either not noticing or choosing to ignore the sarcasm.
"Anyway," interrupted Hermione, "Toni is dragging me out to the pub tonight and we were wondering if you wanted to come. We were going to ask tonight but Toni saw you on the ski lift and we were going to come down here anyway, so we were thinking that, well, since..."
"There's a pub round here?" Harry cut across before Hermione went into a full on rant.
"Yes, it used to be called Willie's Bar, but they changed it to Maggie's."
"Harry, as you said it would be cool to have magic to get you out of that tree, but sadly there is no such thing so please come down so we can carry on with our day," Toni called up.
"God, that would be awesome!" exclaimed Hermione. "You could go round magicing people; you could go round killing people if you wanted to! But I suppose you would need to say something... Those bullies' would never annoy us again Toni!" Hermione picked up a stick and twirled it around, "Watch out Sophie and Kitty or Toni and I will Abrakadabra you!"
Harry raised his eyebrows and wondered if this girl had ever actually left primary school.
Hermione was now jumping about as best she could on skis and prodding Snape with the stick saying "Watch out Severus or I will Abrakadabra you too!"
Snape was wincing violently and trying to bat her away with a ski pole borrowed from Toni.
After a few minutes of Snape losing, Toni snatched up her other ski pole and pointed it at Snape's chest with a shout of 'Havart you!'
Toni then proceeded to have a sword (or pole) fight with the ex-professor while Hermione threw snowballs at him shrieking 'Abrakadabra!'
Harry was shocked at this show of Snape acting like a child and actually enjoying himself.
Only when Hermione began to shovel snow down Snape's back to try and make him dance (and succeeding quite well) did Harry laugh so hard he fell out of the tree.
Completely winded he staggered to his feet to see Snape trying to hop away only one foot attached to the snowboard and Toni and Hermione chasing after him brandishing stick and ski pole and pelting him with snowballs as he fell in his haste to run as far away as possible.
Harry rolled his own snowball and aimed at Toni, hitting her on the bum and knocking her forwards into Hermione making them both collapse in a heap.
Giggling, they both picked themselves up and made their own snowballs again. Harry tried to run but he turned and they both hit him one after the other making him stagger.
Harry hid behind a nearby tree, kicking his skis off as he fled. He bent and rolled up a snowball, but when he straightened up he couldn't hear a thing, there was complete silence. He stood stock still.
"MOSH!" he heard a loud scream from Toni and he saw from either side of his tree Hermione and Toni dive around and pelt him with two snowballs each. While they were incapacitated by their laughing fit in the snow Harry ran over to the other side of the slope.
"Do you have a clue what 'Mosh' means?" Harry asked Snape, panting as he reached him on the other side of the slope.
"From what I can gather it is some kind of war cry which means 'Go'."
"Are you always this grim?" Harry asked Snape.
"I can be very...entertaining when I choose to be," said Snape, raising his eyebrows.
Harry was just about to reply when Snape interrupted him.
"Speaking of entertaining, MOSH!"
Harry turned to see Toni and Hermione advancing armed with as many snowballs as they could carry.
He bent quickly and compiled his own and shot it at the oncoming feminine threat.
He missed by a mile.
"Great shot, Potter," sneered Snape.
"Let's see you do better," Harry replied savagely.
Snape aimed and fired, faster than Harry could blink, hitting Toni square in the face.
"They were closer," Harry complained.
"No, they weren't. They have barely moved; they are carrying too many snowballs to run properly."
"How did you get so good then?" Harry challenged.
"Throwing potion bottles at students over the years has had its uses," Snape grinned manically.
Harry huffed and glared at Snape.
Snape stepped in front of Harry and stared down at him.
"You are too good hearted for a real death-stare Potter."
"I am not," Harry persisted.
"Oh yes you - FUCK!"
Snape arched his back as if having his own personal orgasm.
Harry looked around Snape to see Toni standing behind him, she had a triumphant grin on her face, as she had just shoved a snowball down the back of Snape's shirt.
Said Snape was currently hopping about trying to get the snowball out of his back.
"Someone help me!" he pleaded.
Toni took no mercy upon him. He turned to Hermione who wasn't much help either as she was rolling on the slope laughing.
Snape had no choice he turned to Harry.
"Fine," said Harry, despite the fact he had not been asked, "Turn."
Snape complied and Harry reached for the bottom of the other man's shirt.
Snape shivered as Harry's fingertips brushed his lower back brushing the remains of the snowball from his skin.
Harry saw Toni raise her eyebrows at Hermione who shook her head back and mouthed something like 'stop or else...' There was more but Harry couldn't figure it out.
Snape pulled his shirt down and huffed, he had obviously not noticed the exchange.
"Well, I'm starved and it's almost lunchtime. Care to luncheon with me before our lesson Harry?" Toni smiled and performed a mock bow. "And these two should come too," she added.
"Sounds cool, where's good to eat around here?"
"Do they have anything except cheese and ham or ham and cheese?"
"Salad?" Toni replied.
Harry once again scrutinized the menu.
"Vould yu like tu ordur?"
"Oui s'il vous plait," Hermione answered, "Je voudrais la salade du poulet."
She looked at Toni who continued, "Un margarita pizza s'il vous plait."
Toni looked at Snape who carried on, "Je voudrais le jambon avec des légumes s'il vous plait."
Snape turned his face to Harry who promptly pointed at his choice on the menu.
The waitress swept away and silence fell over the group.
"So Severus, where are you staying?" asked Toni.
Harry thought that was a fair question, where HAD Snape been staying until Harry had turned up and ruined his holiday? He should ask him later.
"I'm staying with Potter."
Harry almost did a double take he hadn't expected Snape to admit something so 'humiliating' so easily.
"Where were you staying before?"
"Hotel."
Then again, Harry was quite touched that Snape didn't mind admitting he was staying with him.
He grinned inanely at Snape.
"What the hell are you smirking at, Potter?"
Harry quickly looked away and wondered if Snape was going out of his way to keep his feelings at arm's length.
The waitress came bustling back over before Toni could make an embarrassing comment.
"I am soury, dis table iz reserved, but we 'av one table ovur zer if you like."
"Why can't they sit on the other table?" Harry asked Toni.
"They like the window seat and the table we are heading for is significantly smaller and they like to spread out. I know how fussy they are, I used to teach them," said Toni, gesturing at a red faced French family of four.
The waitress weaved between the tables with ease while her charges tried to follow her, trying not to kick anyone too hard with their ski boots.
They arrived at the table which was squeezed in between two wooden walls which were only just far enough apart to fit said table and a couple of mini stools just far enough from the table for a person to fit.
"This is going to be fun," said Toni sarcastically, raising her eyebrows.
"Your fuud vill nut be long," said the waitress and scuttled away.
Toni and Hermione slid into seats next to each other. Harry was then first to get in on the other side, followed swiftly by Snape.
Harry felt Snape's leg pressing against his own under the table and hitched his breath as he saw the other man's hand resting on the knee that was pressing against Harry's own. The fingers just brushing his trousers.
Harry blushed manically and tried to keep his breathing under control.
Then he wondered what the hell he was doing, why did he need to control is breathing? It's not like he looked at Snape in that way anyway.
Snape took his hand away from his own knee and for a brief moment Harry could feel Snape's hand on his knee, and soon he was having to control something else as well as his breathing.
Damn this tightly packed space, thought Harry, and what is all this about?... I know what it is; I haven't been laid in a while. It is sexual thirst. (Editor: Desperation, perhaps?)
Harry nodded his head decisively, but didn't see the mad girl across from him notice his nod and his slight shudder when Snape's shoulder touched his own when their meals arrived.
Manic laugh I am evil, I truly am. Cookies to those who review, Snarry points to those who can figure out which room mate saw Harry's shudder. XD
I think I was quite nice to Harry in this chapter, I generally make a habit of torturing him but I was very happy while writing this chapter. I was on my own in the house drinking hot chocolate and eating a double chocolate chip muffin and a chocolate spread sandwich grins inanely Do you think I should be nice to him more often?
Anyway still not that pleased with reviews, I know you can do better!
And big hugs and kisses to the real Hermione!
(Editor: Is that me or Granger?) I said the real one dear.