Unwanted or Improper
ImmortalFlick
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine.
Thanks to:
-roxierocks- Reactions and character are so easy to lose in fanfiction, I try to keep people in character and in working condition. It's hard work though. Those gooey Snapes are sometimes very tempting. I hope it's somewhat original but if it's not, I at least hope it's good quality.
-Jess the Great- Snape seems like the type who would, well, drink the real stuff. And after a while, and sometimes it comes naturally, they built a tolerance. I imagine it would be like vodka yes, but I was thinking more along the line of whiskey (due to the name of course), but Vodka sure is the real stuff. Not that you or I would know, of course :). Well, it would be natural for Hermi to be pissed if she were one of those homophobes. Ron is just more accepting, considering his family (which I may delve into later), he'd probably have to be. Definitions rule! Hope I didn't let you down with this one.
c[R]ud[E]dly (Good. I don't mind Hermi, it's just, ya know?), Marller (Thanks), Fuzzy-Bumpkins (I'm glad you're enjoying it), Agatha (Hope I didn't let you down, I'll work on the couple later), Alynna Lis Eachann (I'll try), friday (Good), Bella Beautiful (I will), DaughterofDeath (Here ya go), athenakitty (Still confused), Sakura (I feel loved), Saavik13 (You'll see in another chapter), goldenpaw (I'll be explaining)
Chapter 4
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Fury - Violent anger; rage. Violent, uncontrolled action; turbulence.
*
"Professor?" The knocking and curious yelling brought him out of his stupor. His undrunken stupor. Snape cursed McGonagall profusely. There was nothing more utterly frustrating than waking up from beloved nothingness to a hangover.
"G'away!" The professor half-heartedly shouted to the intruder.
"Well, I'm sorry, sir, but I can't!" The voice was sarcastic.
"Potter?" He asked, confused. What was Potter doing at his door? Oh. Wait. That! Damn him! Damn him to hell! "Go away!" His speech cleared up in his anger.
"As I said, I can't!"
"Fine!" Snape tried to stand up, his head pounding like he'd been hit by a bludger. He opened the portrait and glared at the young man. "Come on then. Hurry up." He snapped out the sentences angrily.
The boy rushed in and stood, frozen, in Snape's chambers.
Snape almost groaned but caught himself, he didn't want the boy knowing he'd been drunk. He rubbed his temple, this couldn't get any worse. Unless Potter wanted to talk about it, of course. "You will be sleeping there." He pointed to the door off the side of the main room. Minerva had transfigured one of his rooms into a bedroom when he'd been out. He could feel the left over magic. Needless to say, Severus was not very happy.
Harry gave one last half-glare back at Snape before closing the door behind him.
Snape sat down once more and groaned quietly. This was the worst situation possible. The worst thing that could ever happen. It was the ultimate tragedy. The ultimate downfall. Just the ultimate.
*
Harry sat on the bed. It was rather nice. Someone other than Snape must've had a part in making it. Snape would've given him straw. The Professor's chambers were almost just as he'd thought they'd be. Nothing had been done to stop the cold from seeping through the dull stone walls. Although the furniture was nice, Harry had noticed. A shade of green. There were a lot more books than he'd imagined as well, he'd thought Snape must've spent his waking hours making potions, it was the only thing he truly seemed to feel anything for. Besides hate that is. Because he certainly felt enough of that about Harry.
There wasn't much hope for him now. With the man who hated him most. Bound to the man who hated him most. More than Voldemort himself probably. He honestly wouldn't be surprised if he woke up to the greasy git standing over him shouting the killing curse, or maybe he'd do it the plain, simple, muggle way, with a knife. It would be a very messy murder then.
Harry lay back. There was no future for him now. Not with the bond. Why had he been so depressed lately? It wasn't like him. Oh. Wait. Snape. The book had said feelings would be connected. Bugger. So now he was going to be a bastard. Suddenly Harry had an idea. He chuckled and felt remotely like the Headmaster in his glee. It couldn't be that hard to be happy. Maybe it would work. Wouldn't that be interesting. Snape would murder him if it actually worked. It would be very interesting indeed.
*
Harry spent the rest of the night lifting his spirits. Reading. Polishing his firebolt. He even planned to go flying in the morning. Anything that would take his mind of the damned bond and onto something happy. If he could get it to go to Snape maybe the bastard would loosen up a bit, it would be talk if he gave any points to Gryffindor. But even a happy Snape... Ah, well, it would be worth the look on his face. This 'connection' thing could really be something. Harry smiled. He had to do a lot of that.
*
That morning, having had his early flight, Harry sat down at the Gryffindor table for breakfast. After escaping Snape's chambers without the greasy git seeing him had left him quite down spirited, the flying had helped a lot. He half grinned to himself as he wondered if he'd woken him.
"You're awfully chipper this morning Harry, you sure you haven't had one too many pepper up potions?" Ron asked, confused.
"No, Ron, I'm just happy, is that a crime?" Harry partially lied, but he couldn't go giving away what he was trying to do.
"Well... no, but you know," Ron lowered his voice to what could be called a stage whisper. "with having to live with... You-Know-Who..." Harry almost laughed at the irony of using that name.
"It's not that bad, Ron." Now Harry was lying through his teeth.
Ron looked at him as if he were crazy. "Liar." He stated. Harry smiled.
"You caught me. It sucks. But I don't want to think about it." Happy thoughts.
"I wouldn't either, mate." Ron agreed before taking another spoonful of the pastry.
Harry turned and glanced at the recently arrived Severus Snape. Now, to see if this would work at all.
He closed his eyes and thought of the most... pleasant thought he could imagine. Seamus. Naked. What could he say? The guy was hot.
Harry watched as the Potions Master stood up, looking uncomfortable and irritable, rearranged his robes subtly and left the room giving a sweeping glare of the Gryffindor table, eyes resting on Harry for a moment.
Harry gulped down his terror, what was the worst that could come out of this day? At least he could have a little fun before he was condemned.
*
The whole day was spent thinking upbeat. Happy thoughts, a lot of smiling and laughter. He didn't make eye contact with Hermione all day, the fact that she was avoiding him helped. Ron had been trying to talk to her all day but she hadn't so much as muttered a word to Harry. Ron had given up after she'd called him something rude, insulted his intelligence twice, just walked away several times, and shouted at him a couple of times.
Harry was grateful, but he really didn't want to think or talk about. He'd told her he was gay. He told her about the bond. Both had obviously not... appealed to her. Harry was kicking himself for ever thinking Ron would do that. He'd expected the opposite from Hermione.
Harry's fun, despite the disagreements with his friend, did turn out some results. So far an exact amount of 28 points was given to Gryffindor by the Grinch himself. That 28 points was the talk of the school. Slytherin were outraged, Gryffindors were delighted, albeit slightly confused. It was dinner when the real talk hit the tables though.
Snape had stalked in a side door, robes billowing in a more dramatic fashion that usual. Harry's happy thoughts flew right out the window along with the noise in the room. The professor walked right up to him before grasping the collar of his robe and dragging him out of his seat.
"I will not have you do this!" His voice was beyond furious. Harry saw, from his lowly view, Dumbledore's calm acceptance of whatever Snape had to be angry about. Bloody Headmaster. Didn't know when to open his mouth and when to shut it. He was still angry with the man. Snape was going to kill him for sure. But he couldn't, Harry remembered, he'd die! Harry was about to smirk before realizing that what Snape could do would be much, much worse in comparison. He paled considerably.
Harry thanked his lucky stars that at least the older man had dragged him out of the hall, of course followed by the eyes of his surprised peers, before dishing out the 'suitable punishment' sure to follow. Ron, who looked as if he were going to jump out of his seat, was restrained not only by his own fear, but physically restrained by Fred and George.
Snape was, indeed, furious. Harry could feel it in every breath of air. "I told Albus you had no control over yourself! That kind of manipulation is fit of the Dark Lord. I will not have you enforcing any kind of manipulation of thoughts or otherwise compromise my teaching methods, place at this school and the current jobs I hold!" Harry knew exactly what 'jobs' he was talking about. "Albus reassured me you knew better, evidently he was lying. I don't want you in my life, chambers, or sight but because of whatever 'this'" He waved his free hand, the one that wasn't pushing Harry against the wall, between the two. "is! I don't find you pleasant or the least bit worthy of any attention at all. If I had my way, I'd never have to set eyes on you again. I do not want you messing around in my head ever again. If you do, I will not hesitate to make your life a living hell."
The last threat was one that rang true. His voice had lowered to a deathly calm in the time Harry had been pinned to the wall. He could feel himself trembling. Pull yourself together, Harry! He cursed his own incompetence. He was actually feeling pretty angry. Must be Snape's influence.
The man let him go. His feet touching the ground was increasingly comforting. Harry just glared at his professor but didn't say anything in fear of causing further damage to his anticipated punishment.
"Fifty points from Gryffindor and a weeks worth of detention." That wasn't too bad, if he looked back in retrospect. He would've been pissed too.
"Yes, Sir." Harry said quickly.
"Leave."
Harry was reluctant. "I don't know the password, sir." The respect had to be added, he couldn't afford to lose any more points.
"Defigo #." He said shortly, before once again executing his exit perfectly, robes billowing impeccably once again.
*
It was only at the end of the day, when Snape was yelling at him, that Harry realized exactly how much he didn't want to think about actually having to live with Snape, soulmates, or anything even slightly related. He was beginning to treat it as a joke or temporary amusement more like. He had to see this was permanent. But damn, it was hard.
*
End chapter 4
# Defigo - Security or to secure. Latin once again.
Sorry if it was a bit... weird. I have to have more fun with Harry before I send him to the dogs. Or maybe I already started that. I hope to fix up any loose ends soon. I hope you all had a great Christmas!
Please review, it does me good.
ImmortalFlick
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine.
Thanks to:
-roxierocks- Reactions and character are so easy to lose in fanfiction, I try to keep people in character and in working condition. It's hard work though. Those gooey Snapes are sometimes very tempting. I hope it's somewhat original but if it's not, I at least hope it's good quality.
-Jess the Great- Snape seems like the type who would, well, drink the real stuff. And after a while, and sometimes it comes naturally, they built a tolerance. I imagine it would be like vodka yes, but I was thinking more along the line of whiskey (due to the name of course), but Vodka sure is the real stuff. Not that you or I would know, of course :). Well, it would be natural for Hermi to be pissed if she were one of those homophobes. Ron is just more accepting, considering his family (which I may delve into later), he'd probably have to be. Definitions rule! Hope I didn't let you down with this one.
c[R]ud[E]dly (Good. I don't mind Hermi, it's just, ya know?), Marller (Thanks), Fuzzy-Bumpkins (I'm glad you're enjoying it), Agatha (Hope I didn't let you down, I'll work on the couple later), Alynna Lis Eachann (I'll try), friday (Good), Bella Beautiful (I will), DaughterofDeath (Here ya go), athenakitty (Still confused), Sakura (I feel loved), Saavik13 (You'll see in another chapter), goldenpaw (I'll be explaining)
Chapter 4
*
Fury - Violent anger; rage. Violent, uncontrolled action; turbulence.
*
"Professor?" The knocking and curious yelling brought him out of his stupor. His undrunken stupor. Snape cursed McGonagall profusely. There was nothing more utterly frustrating than waking up from beloved nothingness to a hangover.
"G'away!" The professor half-heartedly shouted to the intruder.
"Well, I'm sorry, sir, but I can't!" The voice was sarcastic.
"Potter?" He asked, confused. What was Potter doing at his door? Oh. Wait. That! Damn him! Damn him to hell! "Go away!" His speech cleared up in his anger.
"As I said, I can't!"
"Fine!" Snape tried to stand up, his head pounding like he'd been hit by a bludger. He opened the portrait and glared at the young man. "Come on then. Hurry up." He snapped out the sentences angrily.
The boy rushed in and stood, frozen, in Snape's chambers.
Snape almost groaned but caught himself, he didn't want the boy knowing he'd been drunk. He rubbed his temple, this couldn't get any worse. Unless Potter wanted to talk about it, of course. "You will be sleeping there." He pointed to the door off the side of the main room. Minerva had transfigured one of his rooms into a bedroom when he'd been out. He could feel the left over magic. Needless to say, Severus was not very happy.
Harry gave one last half-glare back at Snape before closing the door behind him.
Snape sat down once more and groaned quietly. This was the worst situation possible. The worst thing that could ever happen. It was the ultimate tragedy. The ultimate downfall. Just the ultimate.
*
Harry sat on the bed. It was rather nice. Someone other than Snape must've had a part in making it. Snape would've given him straw. The Professor's chambers were almost just as he'd thought they'd be. Nothing had been done to stop the cold from seeping through the dull stone walls. Although the furniture was nice, Harry had noticed. A shade of green. There were a lot more books than he'd imagined as well, he'd thought Snape must've spent his waking hours making potions, it was the only thing he truly seemed to feel anything for. Besides hate that is. Because he certainly felt enough of that about Harry.
There wasn't much hope for him now. With the man who hated him most. Bound to the man who hated him most. More than Voldemort himself probably. He honestly wouldn't be surprised if he woke up to the greasy git standing over him shouting the killing curse, or maybe he'd do it the plain, simple, muggle way, with a knife. It would be a very messy murder then.
Harry lay back. There was no future for him now. Not with the bond. Why had he been so depressed lately? It wasn't like him. Oh. Wait. Snape. The book had said feelings would be connected. Bugger. So now he was going to be a bastard. Suddenly Harry had an idea. He chuckled and felt remotely like the Headmaster in his glee. It couldn't be that hard to be happy. Maybe it would work. Wouldn't that be interesting. Snape would murder him if it actually worked. It would be very interesting indeed.
*
Harry spent the rest of the night lifting his spirits. Reading. Polishing his firebolt. He even planned to go flying in the morning. Anything that would take his mind of the damned bond and onto something happy. If he could get it to go to Snape maybe the bastard would loosen up a bit, it would be talk if he gave any points to Gryffindor. But even a happy Snape... Ah, well, it would be worth the look on his face. This 'connection' thing could really be something. Harry smiled. He had to do a lot of that.
*
That morning, having had his early flight, Harry sat down at the Gryffindor table for breakfast. After escaping Snape's chambers without the greasy git seeing him had left him quite down spirited, the flying had helped a lot. He half grinned to himself as he wondered if he'd woken him.
"You're awfully chipper this morning Harry, you sure you haven't had one too many pepper up potions?" Ron asked, confused.
"No, Ron, I'm just happy, is that a crime?" Harry partially lied, but he couldn't go giving away what he was trying to do.
"Well... no, but you know," Ron lowered his voice to what could be called a stage whisper. "with having to live with... You-Know-Who..." Harry almost laughed at the irony of using that name.
"It's not that bad, Ron." Now Harry was lying through his teeth.
Ron looked at him as if he were crazy. "Liar." He stated. Harry smiled.
"You caught me. It sucks. But I don't want to think about it." Happy thoughts.
"I wouldn't either, mate." Ron agreed before taking another spoonful of the pastry.
Harry turned and glanced at the recently arrived Severus Snape. Now, to see if this would work at all.
He closed his eyes and thought of the most... pleasant thought he could imagine. Seamus. Naked. What could he say? The guy was hot.
Harry watched as the Potions Master stood up, looking uncomfortable and irritable, rearranged his robes subtly and left the room giving a sweeping glare of the Gryffindor table, eyes resting on Harry for a moment.
Harry gulped down his terror, what was the worst that could come out of this day? At least he could have a little fun before he was condemned.
*
The whole day was spent thinking upbeat. Happy thoughts, a lot of smiling and laughter. He didn't make eye contact with Hermione all day, the fact that she was avoiding him helped. Ron had been trying to talk to her all day but she hadn't so much as muttered a word to Harry. Ron had given up after she'd called him something rude, insulted his intelligence twice, just walked away several times, and shouted at him a couple of times.
Harry was grateful, but he really didn't want to think or talk about. He'd told her he was gay. He told her about the bond. Both had obviously not... appealed to her. Harry was kicking himself for ever thinking Ron would do that. He'd expected the opposite from Hermione.
Harry's fun, despite the disagreements with his friend, did turn out some results. So far an exact amount of 28 points was given to Gryffindor by the Grinch himself. That 28 points was the talk of the school. Slytherin were outraged, Gryffindors were delighted, albeit slightly confused. It was dinner when the real talk hit the tables though.
Snape had stalked in a side door, robes billowing in a more dramatic fashion that usual. Harry's happy thoughts flew right out the window along with the noise in the room. The professor walked right up to him before grasping the collar of his robe and dragging him out of his seat.
"I will not have you do this!" His voice was beyond furious. Harry saw, from his lowly view, Dumbledore's calm acceptance of whatever Snape had to be angry about. Bloody Headmaster. Didn't know when to open his mouth and when to shut it. He was still angry with the man. Snape was going to kill him for sure. But he couldn't, Harry remembered, he'd die! Harry was about to smirk before realizing that what Snape could do would be much, much worse in comparison. He paled considerably.
Harry thanked his lucky stars that at least the older man had dragged him out of the hall, of course followed by the eyes of his surprised peers, before dishing out the 'suitable punishment' sure to follow. Ron, who looked as if he were going to jump out of his seat, was restrained not only by his own fear, but physically restrained by Fred and George.
Snape was, indeed, furious. Harry could feel it in every breath of air. "I told Albus you had no control over yourself! That kind of manipulation is fit of the Dark Lord. I will not have you enforcing any kind of manipulation of thoughts or otherwise compromise my teaching methods, place at this school and the current jobs I hold!" Harry knew exactly what 'jobs' he was talking about. "Albus reassured me you knew better, evidently he was lying. I don't want you in my life, chambers, or sight but because of whatever 'this'" He waved his free hand, the one that wasn't pushing Harry against the wall, between the two. "is! I don't find you pleasant or the least bit worthy of any attention at all. If I had my way, I'd never have to set eyes on you again. I do not want you messing around in my head ever again. If you do, I will not hesitate to make your life a living hell."
The last threat was one that rang true. His voice had lowered to a deathly calm in the time Harry had been pinned to the wall. He could feel himself trembling. Pull yourself together, Harry! He cursed his own incompetence. He was actually feeling pretty angry. Must be Snape's influence.
The man let him go. His feet touching the ground was increasingly comforting. Harry just glared at his professor but didn't say anything in fear of causing further damage to his anticipated punishment.
"Fifty points from Gryffindor and a weeks worth of detention." That wasn't too bad, if he looked back in retrospect. He would've been pissed too.
"Yes, Sir." Harry said quickly.
"Leave."
Harry was reluctant. "I don't know the password, sir." The respect had to be added, he couldn't afford to lose any more points.
"Defigo #." He said shortly, before once again executing his exit perfectly, robes billowing impeccably once again.
*
It was only at the end of the day, when Snape was yelling at him, that Harry realized exactly how much he didn't want to think about actually having to live with Snape, soulmates, or anything even slightly related. He was beginning to treat it as a joke or temporary amusement more like. He had to see this was permanent. But damn, it was hard.
*
End chapter 4
# Defigo - Security or to secure. Latin once again.
Sorry if it was a bit... weird. I have to have more fun with Harry before I send him to the dogs. Or maybe I already started that. I hope to fix up any loose ends soon. I hope you all had a great Christmas!
Please review, it does me good.