Title : Sexy Slytherin
Author : Sambre
Disclaimer: The work « Harry Potter », along with all of the characters and terms (magical or other) of this universe are the exclusive property of JK Rowling. I don't earn any money. I'm only having fun!
A/N: Shame on me!! I know!! You can strike me after so many months of silence! TT (But not too much, if not I cannot write any more!)
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Chapter 4: Zorro has arrived!! And noooot rushiiing !! The great Zorro!!
« Professor Snape? »
By the tentacles of the giant squid!! He had fallen into Potter's office! At last, Professor Potter.
After having passed his examinations during his seventh year, in spite of the vicious and deadly attacks of Voldemort, Harry had followed intensive training as an Auror.
Unfortunately, the young man had quickly realized that a life of hunting and bloodshed was not appropriate for him. He had had enough fighting against the Death Eaters, who had slaughtered whole families for their causes--or rather, to satisfy the thirst of power of their "beloved" Master.
At the end of four long years, Harry took his courage with two hands and presented his candidature as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts for Hogwarts.
Dumbledore was enchanted and immediately give the job to the Boy-Who-Lived. Indeed, for almost three years, a temporary professor sent by the Ministry of Magic had occupied the place. Fortunately for the students, he was the opposite of Umbridge!
In short, Harry took the place and had brilliantly held it now for two years.
During these two years of torture, Severus Snape had never dared to speak a single word to Harry, lest it be out of decorum or of secret meetings for the Order.
And that killed him little by little.
And as a perfect spy he did not show it, of course!
Thus, in private, he dreamed of being able to touch the so soft and so tanned skin; to caress the black hair always so untamed, of planting a kiss on those so tantalizing and perfect lips.
The Potions Master squinted his eyelids with silent rage and tried to replace his rigid and severe mask he showed to the face of the world.
He needed to get a better hold on himself!
He was safe and had been lucky to fall on his Harry after all his mishaps.
Oh! He didn't recognize himself any more since his wake at the infirmary!!
As long as anyone can remember, one had never seen Severus Snape run away like this, let alone shout or squeal of terror like a damsel would!
It was inacceptable!
'In any case, if anyone ever dares speaking of it, I will deny all of it completely! Who would believe such ineptitude? Yeah, Severus! DENY IT ALL!'
Snape sent a glance to the side and saw that Professor Potter's office was agreeably well held.
'Mmmm… A good point for him.'
No dust anywhere, racks filled with books and objects of all kinds, a large carpet with Gryffindor's colors—just looking at it hurt his eyes in a way similar to looking directly into the sun—as well as idyllic landscape paintings that made the room feel warm, and one couldn't help but feel that this armada of comfort was accentuated by the two comfy armchairs in front of a burning fire.
He saw Harry's feet once again approaching and decided to answer with an almost normal voice, i.e. to the limit of the sarcasm and coldness.
« Good evening, Professor Potter."
"Professor? Are you ok? »
A certain apprehension surfaced, but when he raised his eyes towards the young man he only saw concern.
To his great surprise, he was frightened by it.
'WHAT?! Does that mean that I will not be jumped? I protest! And highly!! What infamy!! I…'
Severus remained stupefied.
No! It was not him who thought this? After having spent most of the time avoiding the saucy remarks, the wandering hands, the perverse touch of lustful old men, insane old women and of a wolf in his mating time, he wished that would Harry undergo to the same evil as the others!
'Severus, you're nothing but egotistical!'
Yes, but at least, somebody would have finally walked in the Siberian desert that was his sexual and love lives!! Damn!!
This wasn't going to be the time that he would experience the great shiver, and to his demise, he would have to reintroduce his right hand into his intimate life.
But so what! The Boy-Who-Lived had to be immune!! But not the old crouton!
Life was too unjust!!
Where had he heard this sentence?
He breathed deeply and sighed disappointedly.
In any case this kind of thing happened only to him. Why change the good customs, right?
He was almost weeping of despair…
"Did Madam Pomfrey let to you leave? I thought that she had to keep you in observation?" the Boy-Who-Lived naively continued.
Yeah, well there is observation and then there's "observation"! To undergo of the inquisitive hands of this… this predator! And he had been polite! We will see whether or not he can stay a long time in this indecent and lustful infirmary by having his family jewels under "observation"!!
He could not repress a shiver of horror at this thought.
« Professor Snape?" asked Harry, placing his hand lightly on his arm. "Why didn't you change? What's going on? »
Severus thought perhaps that he would not say anything to the young man with all the harassing he had undergone. An old proverb says that the ridiculous does not kill but there are limits with the decorum.
What a shame!!
He wrinkled his eyebrows when he realized that Potter was worried about him and that he had put a hand on him! They had never touched! Could this be a side effect of the madness that seemed to have seized every living person of Hogwarts? Being the Boy-Who-Lived, it was true that his Harry was much more resistant with the side effects of a spell or a potion…
Harry released his arm and Snape passed a disillusioned hand through his jet-black hair while sighing deeply. This simple action hurts him and he felt his headache return with full force. He rubbed his pained temples with the tips of his fingers and fixed his gaze on the young man.
He could finally thus realize how much his love had changed since school…
First height. The Potions Master was pleased to be taller than average, which enabled him to intimidate his interlocutors with a frightening ease. Now Harry reached his nose! And while kind of athletic and slimmer, the young man had gained muscle and was more compact than him! He knew that if Harry didn't look like a frail bird anymore, it was thanks to the intensive and very physical training of the Aurors. The fact that he was so often outside had given him beautiful golden skin, which emphasized the bursting green of his eyes hidden behind the usual pair of round glasses. His face was squarer, more male, while black and elegant wicks, a little too long perhaps, swept his honey cheeks and his tender neck…
A true beauty. In his eyes, anyways…
And inaccessible.
He returned from his daydreams.
« Mr. Potter, I come presently to announce to you that something strange is taking place in the centre of our dear school!"
The potions Master showed the door behind him and continued almost pompously:
« I've just come back from my laboratory, which as you know, is beside my office, and I met Lupin there! He… he was a little… huh… playful, if you know what I mean."
« I see," Harry answered quickly, raising dubitative eyebrows, trying to precisely see what Snape wanted to say. "I know that you do not like Remus but how exactly… he was… huh…playful?"
« It's true that he was not as…playful like that but he was acting strangely nevertheless. He basically threw himself at me, Potter, groaned Severus, and he was not the first! First there was this nurse - who thanks to Merlin could not go very far in her doubtful actions, then Pomfrey - who knows what she could do before I woke up! Then there was Dumbledore - who adopted a more than scandalous attitude toward me, and who is unworthy of being a famous leader of Hogwarts…Lupin - would this be the werewolves' mating season? And there in the corridors of our dear establishment, Filch made advances on me!! I'm telling you Potter, there are very strange things going on here!"
Mouth open with amazement, Harry felt shocked as soon as he had heard that this dear director, this example of virtue, had apparently thrown himself on Professor Snape with the intention of forcing him to undergo naughty things!
« Potter, you must help me to solve this mystery, or at least to give me asylum until everything returns to normal!"
« Al… Albus Dumbledore? »
"I know, it's difficult to believe it, but I swear to you that it's the truth! He gave me goosebumps, Potter!!" the Potions Master added miserably, wishing not to have said these words, seeing the Boy-Who-Lived becoming very red and trying to awkwardly repress the laughter which blocked his vocal cords!
Too late! He could not retract any more.
Then he continued in his diatribe, his cheeks turned pink by this dishonor, raising his arms toward the sky:
"And Madam Pomfrey? All these hours when I was unconscious… I think that she… I believe that she perhaps abused me."
« Professor! »
« What?! She could have! »
"No, she could not. I was there almost the whole time, professor. She did not raise a finger to you; that's just not professional!" Harry ensured, his face again taking a normal color.
Then the black eyebrows of the young professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts were wrinkled and his full lips were gripped as if he tried to take in all the information Snape had given him.
That was when a thought struck Severus.
Harry had remained at his side in the infirmary during his unconsciousness!!
He had taken care of him as a friend anxious for the health of one of close to him!
But then…?
Did that mean that His Harry had hidden feelings??
If he thought long and hard about it, the young man had not been cold at all toward him when he had appeared on the step of his door. On the contrary, he appeared concerned when with all his mishaps, and even seemed slightly worried. Would that mean something?
'No, Severus, poor idiot! Do not fool yourself like that!! Did you look at him? And you, did you look at you in a mirror lately? The Boy-who-lived can maybe in extreme cases have pity for you, perhaps even a little friendship, but he will never feel what you feel for him. NEVER will he look at you the way you look at him! You're nothing but a dreamer and a moron…'
With this demoralizing thought, he lowered his eyes to the ground, completely lost.
"Are you sure that you are feeling alright? Perhaps you should rest a little."
Yeah. Great. Fabulous.
He saw that Potter did not believe him.
Who could believe such a thing anyways?
After all, what kind of interest is there for Dumbledore, the personnel of the school or even a werewolf to run after the poor small body of Snape and with what aim?
Shaken by this lack of confidence, Severus opened his eyes wide towards Harry, ready to criticize him when he realized that his story could appear eccentric and absolutely fantastic for somebody who had not lived them.
Unfortunately, the only way to prove his good faith was to return to that infested sea of perverse sharks that was the corridors of Hogwarts.
When pigs flew, yes!!
He sighed deeply and raised his shoulders contemptuously.
« Very well," he spat with slight malice, completely giving up the idea of convincing Harry.
The only thought that snagged him was the hope to be very far away from these nuts people long enough, so that this anomaly would get rid of itself.
Sagging his shoulders, Severus shot a glance beyond Harry while gesturing toward one of the armchairs close to the hearth:
« Could I… would it disturb you, then, if I stayed in this room for a moment?"
Suddenly Harry appeared completely horrified and he lowered his eyes towards the ground, freaked out. That lasted only some seconds, and when he raised his head he showed remorse on his face.
"By the beard of Merlin! You are serious! I am deeply sorry, Professor. Please, take a seat. Tell me everything from the very beginning."
Relieved, the Potions Master locked the door nevertheless - one could never be too careful - before going to sprawl in one of the marrowy armchairs, close to the heat of the fireplace. A quite thin compensation, you will say to me, of his vexations.
Then he retold everything. Not even the least sordid detail was left out as he attentively examined all the emotions that crossed the features of the young man.
The majority of them were perfectly expected and comprehensible, such as incredulity, the light amusement, the bewilderment, or the fact of being shocked. On occasion, he thought that he saw also some fugitive expressions such as fear and consternation with a point of fright. Of course, he could only suppose considering the Boy-who-lived regained a completely neutral face very quickly.
Perhaps he thought that Severus would not see it considering the speed to which this swirl of conflict emotions appeared, but the Potions Master was excellent in this specialty that was espionage, and his sharp-edged glance did not miss anything of this entire event, which he found to be extremely interesting. He did not speak a word and arrived at the end of his embarrassing… er… story.
« And whereas I had succeeded in escaping Lupin, I happened upon Filch a little later. Although I was only close to him for only a few seconds, he definitely showed signs of interest towards my person! I tell you, Potter, all that is disgusting! Revolting! »
"Did you notice anything else? For example, say, were they attracted towards each other, or was this only towards you?"
Snape placed a finger on his chin, pensive.
"Only towards me. Madam Pomfrey and Albus were very possessive, even."
« Mmm… Professor, have you considered the fact that it's perhaps you who has a problem and not the inhabitants of Hogwarts? It's completely possible that something started from the explosion of your cauldron during your class this morning. A side effect perhaps that Madame Pomfrey's tests didn't note anything abnormal…"
"By Merlin! I hadn't thought of it! With all that's going on, I really didn't have the time to think of it. I didn't mishandle anything during my preparation if it's what you're insinuating, Potter!"
« Professor, no! I… »
"I've made this potion hundreds of times!" Severus cut Harry off. "Somebody had to have put something inside of it to ruin me, or to concrete an unpleasant joke!! Those nasty little brats!!"
Harry paled slightly, remembering the first few meetings with his hateful professor of potions.
« If I catch whoever made this poor attempt at being funny, he'll regret it!!" he whistled viciously.
"Um… professor?" The Boy-Who-Lived interrupted timidly.
« WHAT?! »
The young man jumped and worked up his courage before launching in a firm voice:
« First of all, you must rest…and you have to eat. It's better for you not to move from here for the moment. I will call Dobby so that he can look for clothing and food for you."
"Very well. I yield to your will for the moment," ceded Severus magnanimously.
He wasn't insane enough to walk around in the corridors or to be jumped above by somebody no matter what! He cared too much about his buttocks!!
« In this case, I will prepare my chambers to accommodate you while waiting to find a solution to your problem," said Harry while rising up from his armchair.
With these words, he disappeared in an adjacent room.
He couldn't believe his luck!!
He was going to stay with his Harry! In his place!!
He thought he was dying of joy, and had the impression that he was floating on a small cloud.
Perhaps he would even have the chance to see the young man's naked chest? Or even naked, period?
With this thought, Snape bit his lower lip with a small moan, feeling his body answering violently to his desire.
Due to his excitement, he did not hear the "pop" that announced the arrival of a house elf, and only became aware of it after a few moments, when something touched the bottom of his robe…or more precisely, his feet!
He broke out in a cold sweat and lowered his eyes towards the small beast that threaded his long nose under his dress!!
But??
This disgusting elf was sniffing his feet erotically!!
This was the straw that broke the camel's back.
"DOOBBYYYYYY!!" he howled, fixed on the spot before losing consciousness.
TBC