A/N. The HP universe and everything in it obviously belongs to JKR.
I was having a bit of trouble with this chapter, if anyone finds errors, has suggestions, or just would like to offer encouragement. Feel free to review. I might edit and replace this one, if I do.. I'll let ya know. Thanks to all my reviewers, and everyone who kept reading despite the long wait for the 6th Ch.
"Hey.. Sorry about that unintentional awkwardness. Sometimes I forget that other people are entitled to their opinions too." Tyler told Harry hesitantly "I know a lot of people had family on the other side..."
"Its not even that I had family on the other side, its that people on this side who fought just as hard and gained almost no recognition. Like Potions Master Snape, no wonder he's so fucking bitter"
"But Harry Potter was the Chosen One..."
"Lets just drop this okay? We obviously don't agree" Harry told him roughly. This was exactly the type person he usually went out of his way to avoid. What is it about fame that turned otherwise good people into complete... dunderheads. "Lets just play, theres a couple of broomsticks in the shed there. Just Cleansweeps but.. they fly. I'll just transfigure a couple goals.."
For the next hour or so, thats pretty much what they did. Even as a chaser, Harry far outstripped Tyler. Turns out he wasn't exaggerating when he said he wasn't all that great of a player. Not that it matters, its not like Snape had shown himself to be a great quidditch talent either. At least Snape is a decent conversationalist.. and I'm sure I could find something physical I'd like to do with him instead... Harry was interrupted from that train of thought by a dull thump, somehow Tyler had managed to fall off his broom doing absolutely nothing.
As Harry was hurrying towards him he saw that Tyler's shirt had ridden up. Instead of the expected surge of attraction, he instead thought of his dream. The one he had had dozing on the floor of Snapes lab of fingers trailing along his stomach. If only thats how Tyler made me feel. He picked Tyler up easily and carried him to Snapes lab. As he walked he grew more and more alarmed. Why hadn't he woken up? Surely he hadn't fell that hard. So needless to say.. he burst through the lab doors a little more dramatically then was probably prudent.
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Severus jerked his hand as the door to his lab slammed open, causing him to add all four batwings at once instead of one at a time. The potion turned a frightening purple color and began to boil over the pot. Another potion ruined he thought as he vanished his 5th attempt to make a dreamless sleep potion without the addictive element, and without compromising the potions strength.
"Was that entrance really necessary? I don't care if your boyfriend is dying, this is still My laboratory located in My House and as such you should have some fucking respect. Lay him on the lab bench there." As Harry rushed to place Tyler on the bench indicated Severus made a show of calmly washing his hands and getting general healing potions from a cabinet near the door. Even on his worst day, Severus took pride in the fact that his general healing potions were more affective than the highly specialized potions brewed by most.
"Step away, Potter. I need to scan him." He preformed the necessary spells and almost laughed aloud. "Theres nothing wrong with him, he has a minor concussion and a few bruises. Not everyone can take a hit like you can..." Severus trailed off realizing that he had said that a little too fondly. "Take a drink of you're polyjuice.. your eyes are much to green." Severus watched closely as Potter took a drink from his flask, refusing to be disappointed as the boys face once again morphed.
"Ennervate... ah yes.. welcome back Mr. Brooks. No doubt your a trifle sore, I'll call a house elf to escort you to your room. Here, take this potion once you get there. It will cause you to become drowsy and will heal your bruising as you sleep. Yes yes, your welcome.. I'm sure you'll be up and about in time for dinner" Severus said practically pushing the boy out the door, over riding all attempts to express gratitude or talk to Harry.
"Seriously? He just had a concussion?" Harry asked Snape, liking Tyler even less for the implied weakness.
"Not to defend such a loathsome specimen... but for most people a concussion is quite a serious injury. Like I said earlier, not everyone is as impervious to their own health as you are Potter"
"I know this must be getting old, Sir"
"This conversation? Why yes.. You are a tad dreary, but I was making an effort."
"Aw thanks ever so much for that, however I was talking about having to mop up after my messes. I should have done that med scan myself, we both know I learned it during the war. If I had found the concussion myself I could have avoided interrupting you... and it was just really fucked up of me to invite him to stay the night"
"Language Potter, as much as I agree with you. You should have thought of it. If he had been seriously injured, moving him could have been fatal. Stupid. If I had been brewing something seriously delicate you could have caused an explosion. As is you ruined a weeks worth of careful brewing. Thoughtless and imbecilic. And it was Quite fucked up of you to invite your boyfriend over for the weekend. Last time I checked, this was my house. Self absorbed. So in just one day.. you've proven you haven't grown out of any of your childish qualities. To think, I almost thought you grown." Snape was picking up pace, fueling his irritation with weeks of sexual frustration. Walking forward he back Potter slowly and towards the wall.
"Thats not fair! You kicked me. We had been working in relative peace for weeks, almost carrying full conversations. I had thought I was finally gaining your respect and you fucking kicked me. Not even a light nudge. I still have a bruise" Harry yanked up his shirt and gestured towards the large purple and greenish area on his side.
Until that moment Severus had been fairly content with the conversation. He was reacting just as he should. Yelling, berating, belittling. Perfect Snape behavior. Sure he wanted to force his lips over Potters to shut the boy up. But that could just be desperation to end the conversation. But then Potter lifted up his shirt and his attention focused on his stomach. Looking tan and muscled. The bruise was intensely visible, and the sign of his actions on Potters body was disturbingly arousing. So.. needless to say he wasn't thinking when he reached out and traced his finger around the bruise.
Harry's stomach was so smooth and he could feel the muscles tense under his fingers. He traced those as well. After that it was only natural to follow the trail of hair again to the top of Harry's pants. He fingered the button and trailed the fly down over the very noticeable bulge. He began to massage it gently, stopping only when Potter moaned loudly.
He began thinking again, glancing swiftly at Potters face.
Which wasn't actually Potters face, but a distortion that paled in comparison. Thankfully his imagination could conjure what Harry would look like with his own face in that expression. Head thrown back, cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes pressed tightly closed. Picturing that Brooks boy no doubt.
Snape jabbed Harry in the side, right where the bruise was located "Stop whining and get out of my laboratory" understandably Potter just stood their, gaping. "Leave Potter, I'm sure your boyfriend is waiting for you to kiss his injuries better."
"Maybe if you didn't have me pinned against the wall, Snape. By the way, he's not my boyfriend. And I don't enjoy playing your fucking mind games."
Severus couldn't resist smirking at Potter and again cupping the bulge in his pants "This says differently Potter."
At that Potter pushed Snape away from him roughly "Its biological Snape, with my eyes closed it could have been Goyle doing that and I would have pitched a tent. Don't give yourself too much credit." Harry turned quickly away to storm out of the room, missing stricken look on Severus' face.
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Harry was pretty sure he'd never been more confused in his whole life. As much as he'd been daydreaming of Snape lately, he'd never pictured it like that. In his dreams Snape had been the rough fuck and go type. He'd always imagined Snape digging his nails into his skin or biting his neck. Which I've been imagining way too often lately. It hadn't even occurred to him that Snape could be ... gentle. Maybe he had been gaging Snapes sexual behavior based on the wrong observations. Snape was obviously a harsh bastard, but no one had ever accused him of being anything but a delicate potions brewer. The weirdest part was how okay he was with the whole situation. He'd just had his Potions Professor grope his privates, and what should have been a gross violation of trust was actually...really fantastic. Except for the parting conversation.
I'm obviously some sort of degenerate. The man is easily twice my age, hooked nose, greasy hair, brutal sarcasm... why couldn't I feel this way around anyone else. All this dwelling just led him into deeper confusion. Snape obviously didn't want him, and he'd probably ruined any chances he might have had of changing that. Well Snape was obviously not a viable option, he just had to prove to himself that there were other things out there. Maybe I should kiss Tyler better after all.