Harry and Snape don't belong to me, the ownership of my editor is questionable.
(Editor: Nonexistent?)
I know it is short, get over it.
Italics are Harry's thoughts.
"You have to push forward in your boots."
"But then it feels like I'm going to fall!"
"Well, that would be an improvement on what you're doing at the moment," said Toni, cuffing Harry over the back of the head.
"Ow!" Harry whined, "Instructors aren't supposed to assault their students."
Toni sighed. "Shut up and let me explain. At the moment it feels as if you are going to fall if you lean forward, but your instincts are wrong and you will realise that after a few runs of doing it properly. After that it will be second nature and I might take you on a black run in the next two days if you're lucky."
Harry decided then and there that getting good at skiing was something he didn't want to do.
"Just watch," said Toni, she then proceeded to ski down the slope, over exaggerating leaning forward.
"It's easy for you," grumbled Harry.
"Well, make it easy for you too then," called Toni from the bottom of the slope.
Okay Harry, you can do this, just go through the motions.
Harry pushed off from the top and began gliding down.
Lean right, but make sure to stay leaning forward Harry. And now lean right, and forward... Okay, left.
Harry screamed as he fell, tumbling down the slope a short way.
"You weren't leaning forward!" shouted a voice from below him.
Fine, I'll show her I can do it.
Harry pushes himself to his feet and begun again.
Left,
Right,
Left,
But never stop leaning forward,
Right,
Left.
Harry came to a shaky slightly out of control stop beside Toni.
"You're improving." If Harry hadn't been used to surprises from the war he would have dropped dead from shock. She had complimented him?
He had known Snape dish out more compliments in class than her.
"Right, we'll do that slope again, and work on something else," said Toni as she beckoned for Harry to follow her onto the ski lift.
As they slid into place to sit down Toni lent over and kissed the lift attendant.
"Is there any man you can't twist around your finger?" asked Harry.
"There have been a few," replied Toni.
"How..." Harry was about to ask how many she was currently running circles around when Toni cut across him.
"Are you good with men, Harry?"
Harry's mouth fell open slightly at the bluntness of the question.
"Not really," he replied, a pink tinge creeping along his cheeks.
"But you want someone don't you."
"No, I..." Harry was about to deny the fact he wanted a man in as many words as he could think of when he was interrupted again.
"You don't need to deny it Harry."
"But I honestly don'..."
"Harry, don't even bother. I saw you shudder when Severus touched you earlier, and then straight after you ran to the bathroom. Please don't tell me you thought you were subtle." Harry stared at her, mouth agape.
"Has a man ever liked you?" Toni asked, leaning over.
"Um... I don't know, I've always been a bit busy...for… um...that."
"Men have been attracted to you."
"How the hell do you know?!"
"Well, in the restaurant we just went in there were two guys checking you out."
"You are weird."
"No, just observant. Now do you want Severus to fall in love with you or not?"
"NO I DON'T, I HATE SNAPE!"
"Whatever you say," muttered Toni just loud enough for him to hear.
Harry was just about to retort when she continued, "Okay, whatever you say. We will forget about Snape, and we will go back to the primary subject: We need to get you laid."
"When was this decided?"
He was ignored by Toni who held out her hands.
"What?"
"Give me your glasses,"
Harry warily handed them to her.
From what he could see through the blur , Toni was examining the glasses. Then he saw her hands jerk and heard a snap.
"You just broke my glasses!" Harry screamed.
"Oh shut up, you great pink pansy, it's no biggie,"
"No biggie?! How am I supposed to see? Let alone get down the mountain in one piece?"
"Easily, wait a sec." Harry heard Toni rummaging around in her ski suit, "Here we go... now open your eyes as wide as you can and if you blink I'll push you off the chair lift."
"Okay," Harry obeyed timidly.
He felt something probing his eyes and it took him all the self control he had not to blink.
When he opened his eyes he could see again.
"What did you do?"
"Contacts."
"You carry contacts with you?"
"I find skiing with my clients glasses being broken is a common occurrence."
"You break the rest of your pupil's glasses?"
"No, they fell. The fall may have been slightly set up," she grinned manically, "but a fall none the less,"
"How do you know the type of lenses I need?"
"I don't, I just picked out the first ones I found, got a variety in here, just happens those are okay for you."
"Why did you break them anyway?" asked Harry.
"They were really ugly glasses."
"Thanks."
"Do you like them by the way?" she said, holding up a pocket mirror.
"Jesus, what else you got in there?" asked Harry as he took a look in the mirror, "You gave me purple contacts?!"
"I thought they looked cool,"
"Can I have another pair?"
"No, these things cost. Look the top!"
"Please?"
"No, lift the bar. They look a lot better than those crap old glasses. Please tell me you honestly didn't think you were going to get laid wearing a spectacular disaster like those?"
"But..."
"Anyway this is the last run, so after this we will go in. You're coming to the pub tonight?"
"Yes but..."
"Come round before hand, I'm going to play dress up."
"What?"
"I will hear nothing more on this matter. Now push forward."
"Take your time Potter, I've been sitting here for ages."
"It's not my fault the spell that makes you come back only works in hours, now stop fussing."
Snape 'harrumphed' and snatched the key from Harry and swept into the apartment.
Harry removed his boots them followed Snape.
"Potter, can I have my wand back?"
"No, Squid knows what you'll do!"
"I just want to Transfigure a bed for myself, that sofa is giving me neck cramp."
"You say it like you think I can't do something like Transfigure a bed."
"That's because I don't think you can, Potter."
"Shut up Snape, no way are you getting a bed now."
"Fine Potter, I'll take yours," and with that he swept into Harry's room.
"Come back you asshole!" Harry ran in after him, "Get off my bed!"
"No, not until I get my own."
Snape sneered from his position, spread eagled on the bed.
"Get off," Harry insisted, grabbing Snape's foot and attempting to pull him from the bed.
"Release me, Potter," Snape commanded, not moving.
"Move and I will," Harry growled through his teeth.
"No, let loose my person this instant," commanded Snape.
When Harry once again refused to stop trying to pull Snape off, Snape began to kick violently. Harry began to lose his balance but still hung on grimly, and with one particularly violent kick he was launched off his feet completely and landed atop Snape.
"Sorry, I'll get you a bed," Harry said quickly, blushing as he tried to removed himself awkwardly from on top of Snape.
Snape held him there with is legs.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked slightly abashed.
"Do you have purple eyes, Potter?"
"Yes... Toni snapped my glasses, and gave me these,"
"Thank squid for that."
Were my glasses really that bad?
Harry struggled away and made his way to the living room, making a mental note never to get that close to Snape again, being near him felt really weird and it did something funny to Harry's innards. It must be that Snape was wearing a weird aftershave or something.
I don't know how often I will be able to up-date in the up-coming 3 weeks, I have a week mountain climbing (dangling off a cliff by my fingertips – wish me luck!) A week painting in a France (I'll be staying where I have set this fic, except there will be no snow this time of year.) and then a week sailing, if I haven't fallen off a cliff or choked on paint fumes by then. Anyway so if I don't up-date for a while don't worry! It just means you have an extra long chapter coming.
Okay I want to set a target: can we try and hit ten reviews for this chapter? I just want to see if this fic can do it.
Thanks again to Hermione!