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xikum: I believe Sevvie would have quite a different view on alcohol than the rest of us, if you're going to get drunk, you're going to have a hangover, it is a consequence, you must deal with consequences not magically cure them. Draco will appear more in the future, along with dear Lucy. You just won't see them in this chapter.
Buttercup: This story will never be shelved by me, I can't wait to find out what happens next (that sounds so weird). Well, consider the Wizarding world is so far separated from the Muggle world that there really is no telling what rules they do/do not have. Plus there could be a loophole, lack of rule due to blindness, simple Albus meddling etc.
athenakitty: Well, the answer would probably be: No. Unless I want to delve into the sixth book (something I kind of want to avoid) there really are only a few believable ways to do this, plus it would stint future plans.
Clara Clog: I know, I'm a little lazy and slow. It WILL get slashy, hold your horses! Thanks for the interesting and provocative review!
Unwanted or Improper - Chapter 12
Quarrel: An angry dispute; an altercation.
Severus felt warmer than usual. He rolled over and opened his eyes gingerly, his head was pounding. Black hair was in his face. A soft, wild array of black hair.
"Oh Merlin," He groaned, stumbling out of the bed. He was missing his shirt but other than that he was safely clothed. But then maybe it would've been easier... Severus shook it off immediately. That was not a good idea.
The world spun around him and he thought he should sit down. He hadn't been this hung over in years. Maybe it was the boy's influence. With that thought Severus looked down at the bed. Harry looked more innocent than the professor had ever seen the trouble maker. It was nice to know he could look innocent. It would be a shame after seeing him like this to have to live with him awake again.
As if prompted by Snape's thoughts the boy's eyes fluttered open. Severus sat on the end of the bed, awaiting the assessment of his partner's health.
"Aw fuck," Were the first words from the green-eyed boy. "Fuck, my head is killing me."
Severus smirked. "You should've thought about that before you got drunk, Mr. Potter." The name kept leaping out of his mouth, it felt so wrong, especially when the boy was in his bed.
Potter instantly seemed to wake up. "You told me to!" He exclaimed, wincing at the loudness of his own voice.
"Potter, I didn't tell you to do anything."
Harry shut his eyes and groaned. "Could I at least have a hangover potion?"
Severus raised an eyebrow. "I think not. You got yourself in this position, it should teach you not to do it again."
Harry's eyes snapped open in surprise. He stared at Snape. "That is so unfair! You get-"
"I do not have hangover potions, Potter, I believe it defeats the purpose."
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It felt like his head was exploding, his mouth was dry. Snape was being a bastard. He pressed his head into the pillow, trying to block out the roar. It took him a moment to realize that it wasn't his bed. It was Snape's. He looked up at Snape, who was shirtless. He blushed.
A shirtless Snape wasn't a bad Snape either. He had a good body, if a little thin. He wasn't a hairy man (Harry sighed in relief). Harry's gaze followed the trail of hair down the man's navel that disappeared into his pants- Harry blushed again as both the professor's eyebrows raised. He was caught checking the man out. How humiliating. His aching head agreed with him, a sharp pain made Harry flinch as he moved.
"I hate you." He muttered.
"We agree on something then." Snape answered, turning and leaving the room. Harry sighed. He couldn't even remember how he'd ended up here.
Snape had not returned to his bedroom, thank Merlin, and Harry was still trying to piece his head back together half an hour later. About five minutes ago Harry heard some knocking through the rooms. He didn't think he could stand so he left it. It was persistent though and didn't let up.
Soon the incessant pounding on the door could not be ignored. Why wasn't Severus answering it? Harry groaned and gingerly rubbed his head. The throbbing was painful.
"I'm coming, bloody hell," Harry muttered as he made his way to the door.
The moment he opened it he considered slamming it and going back to bed.
"You were gone all of yesterday and you weren't at breakfast this morning!" Ron's exasperated tone reminded him his friends still cared. "We were worried!" Harry almost laughed - Ron was beginning to remind him of Mrs. Weasley. But he held it quickly, partly because of the seriousness in Ron's voice and partly because he didn't think he could stand the rattling.
"I'm sorry, I had some bad news." Harry said quietly.
"Oh no, what's happened?" Hermione moved to Harry's side, concern etched on her features. It was strange, Hermione had changed lately. Harry left the thought for later and focused on now. Of course, focusing probably wasn't a good idea, considering the walls were swapping around.
"The Dursleys are dead."
Ron's jaw tightened and his face reddened in embarrassment. "Sorry mate," He said awkwardly. "Did You-Know-Who do it?"
"Who else?" Harry answered dryly. He was hoping neither of them would notice his squinting or the room spinning clockwise four times and then anti-clockwise two and a half.
"Oh Harry," Hermione sighed and moved to sit down. Harry followed slowly. "How are-"
"Let's not talk about it," He cut it off. "I'm really not in the mood."
They nodded in unison.
When neither of them moved to make conversation Harry was forced to think of a topic quickly. "So how's quidditch looking, I've missed Ravenclaw versus Slytherin, right?"
"It was a great game, shame you missed it. Absolutely brilliant." Ron finished off on a wistful note.
The next comment from Hermione caught Harry by surprise. "Draco played really well." She smiled.
Harry could've sworn Hermione had just said... Wait, Ron had told him... Oh bugger. Harry stared in silence for a second. How could he have forgotten? Of course, Ron had broken it to him at the worst time. Or the best time, he supposed, the shock value had worn thin compared to everything else.
"You know, I ran into him a few days ago."
Immediately the smile faded into a sympathetic look. "I'm really sorry about that, you know. We had a fight and it was one of his bad days."
"He called you a mudblood." Harry said it quietly, not quite sure what her reaction would be.
Luckily it didn't seem to be news. "Draco told me. He apologized too. He really is different you know, different than we've ever seen him."
Harry took that with a pinch of salt though. Malfoy, his rival since first sight, not such a bad guy after all? Hard to believe. "Well, I wish certain other Slytherins were the same." He conceded.
"Maybe you'll discover Snape still has a chance. It just might be a little harder to find."
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The return of Draco Malfoy into Harry's life was a bit of a step out of the slow dread of the incoming date. Since this whole disaster had begun, everything in his life had taken a step back and the focus was on the bond now. The visit of Ron and Hermione had taken his mind off his headache and predicament. Of course, that he had to have sex with his bondmate in four days did not leave his mind for a moment.
Harry was a virgin, sixteen, and for the rest of his life he would have sex with one man.
It didn't bother him as much as he thought it should have. It was security, he supposed, plus there was an allure in the Potion Master's dark mystery. Severus was intelligent, skilled and blunt. The whole bond thing could be a good thing. Harry was more content than he'd been for days.
However, the return of Severus did not bode well for his mood.
There was a disgruntled look on the Potions Master's face though, which was a rare sight.
"Your friends are not welcome here, Mr. Potter."
Harry's jaw dropped. That was unexpected. How could he? Harry spluttered for words for a second before expressing exactly what he wanted to say in four words. "That's not bloody fair!"
"10 points from Gryffindor." Snape's sour expression made Harry angrier.
"You can't take points off for personal stuff!"
"These are not personal matters, Potter, you swore at a professor therefore you lose points."
"You're not my professor right now, you're my..." Harry paused. "...lover." He finished, his tone much quieter than before.
Severus looked down at him, his face unreadable. There was a long silence.
"Potter, we are most definitely not lovers. I do not love you, you do not love me."
The words were cold and decisive. Harry bit his lip. "You know what? Fuck you, professor!" He fled.
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Severus sat with a small sigh. The day was not going well. Since he'd opened his eyes his personal space had been invaded. He hadn't shared anything in years and now not only was Harry Potter sharing his bed, the boy's friends were sharing his chambers.
Severus knew he was out of line but it was uncontrollable. Everything in his life had just settled into a balance he could control, now that balance was gone completely and he had to admit it was more than a little disconcerting.
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"Albus." Snape nodded at the Headmaster and sat in the chair opposite the old man.
"Good morning, Severus, how are you?" The cheery voice of his mentor made him frown.
Severus chose to ignore the question and get to the point. "Mr. Potter has the misguided belief that we are... lovers." He spat the last word out.
A small smile appeared on Albus' face. "Be grateful, Severus, that Harry did not call you his boyfriend." Severus winced. Yes, that would be a great deal worse.
"It is unethical, Albus!" Snape truly didn't know why he was still holding to his morals, it wasn't doing him much good, especially not in this situation.
"It would be unethical for you two not to have made some progress. I do wish you would stop calling your partner 'Potter', Harry will be fine."
"Don't you see? He's not my partner!" Potter was just a student he'd slept with last night. And who he happened to have a strong bond with.
"What is he if not that?"
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"Potter, I apologize, my demands were uncalled for." This said through gritted teeth.
Harry looked at him in surprise. It may have been a stiff apology, but any apology from Snape was something to be held in awe.
"Could you repeat that? I'm sure I misheard." Harry couldn't help it.
Severus' jaw tightened.
"Sorry, it's just that you looked so uncomfortable." Harry dissolved into laughter.
"Mr. Potter," Severus begun.
"Harry." He corrected. Even in his mind Professor Snape had changed to Severus.
"Harry, I would appreciate it if you would refrain from mocking me."
Harry let the laughter fade to a small smile.
"Whatever you say."
Severus sat next to him for the first time since they had shared the rooms, facing the crackling fire Harry had started earlier to dim the cold of the dungeons.
"How are Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley?"
Harry hesitated a little before answering, after all, what did he want to know?
"They were a little worried, I was missing the whole of yesterday."
"I believe 'a little' would be an understatement, Mr. Weasley's anxiety tends to resemble that of Molly Weasley at times."
"That's exactly what I thought." Harry wondered what Ron would think, if everyone (including his Potions Professor) thought he was as 'mother-hen like' as Mrs. Weasley.
Neither of them said anything for several moments.
"We have four days, Harry." The tired voice of the Potions Master brought Harry's eyes to his.
"I know." He answered slowly. He tensed, afraid of what the man might say next.
The glow of the fire illuminated pale man's face, reflecting in his eyes. Harry scanned them for any sort of emotion. Surely there was some sort of fear.
He was surprised when Severus' lips met his, a deft hand lightly touching the back of his neck, sending shivers down his spine. He whimpered softly, not realizing it until Severus pulled back.
"Are you okay?" He asked, concern etched on his face.
Harry's face turned red. "I'm fine." He whispered.
Severus was shocked at his own actions. Yet his conscience wasn't haunting him this time. He couldn't deny he found the boy very attractive, it would be no chore to shag him. The decision to kiss Harry had been sudden. Just minutes before he'd been ready to hold a grudge, something the Gryffindor seemed incapable of doing, now he had expressed tenderness for said Gryffindor. He supposed it was a consequence of the bond. He also supposed that didn't matter.
Harry was flushed, his eyes averted.
"Harry," The name slipped from his lips too easily. "You may share my bed if it will prepare you for what is to come." It was an offer he had to make. Whether for preparation or his own selfish desires.
However the response was unexpected. "I have nightmares." Potter's gaze was fixed on the fire, seemingly determined to avoid him.
Snape pondered over what the correct reply was meant to be. "You are worried about... disturbing me?"
"Well, it's a little-"
"I don't mind." He cut Harry off. He had his own nightmares, it did not bother him that Harry Potter had them too. In a way, it made the young man more human and less of a brat. Severus knew nightmares were not childish things.
"Okay."
Severus nodded. It was progress. Progress felt good.
End Chapter 12.
xikum: I believe Sevvie would have quite a different view on alcohol than the rest of us, if you're going to get drunk, you're going to have a hangover, it is a consequence, you must deal with consequences not magically cure them. Draco will appear more in the future, along with dear Lucy. You just won't see them in this chapter.
Buttercup: This story will never be shelved by me, I can't wait to find out what happens next (that sounds so weird). Well, consider the Wizarding world is so far separated from the Muggle world that there really is no telling what rules they do/do not have. Plus there could be a loophole, lack of rule due to blindness, simple Albus meddling etc.
athenakitty: Well, the answer would probably be: No. Unless I want to delve into the sixth book (something I kind of want to avoid) there really are only a few believable ways to do this, plus it would stint future plans.
Clara Clog: I know, I'm a little lazy and slow. It WILL get slashy, hold your horses! Thanks for the interesting and provocative review!
Unwanted or Improper - Chapter 12
Quarrel: An angry dispute; an altercation.
Severus felt warmer than usual. He rolled over and opened his eyes gingerly, his head was pounding. Black hair was in his face. A soft, wild array of black hair.
"Oh Merlin," He groaned, stumbling out of the bed. He was missing his shirt but other than that he was safely clothed. But then maybe it would've been easier... Severus shook it off immediately. That was not a good idea.
The world spun around him and he thought he should sit down. He hadn't been this hung over in years. Maybe it was the boy's influence. With that thought Severus looked down at the bed. Harry looked more innocent than the professor had ever seen the trouble maker. It was nice to know he could look innocent. It would be a shame after seeing him like this to have to live with him awake again.
As if prompted by Snape's thoughts the boy's eyes fluttered open. Severus sat on the end of the bed, awaiting the assessment of his partner's health.
"Aw fuck," Were the first words from the green-eyed boy. "Fuck, my head is killing me."
Severus smirked. "You should've thought about that before you got drunk, Mr. Potter." The name kept leaping out of his mouth, it felt so wrong, especially when the boy was in his bed.
Potter instantly seemed to wake up. "You told me to!" He exclaimed, wincing at the loudness of his own voice.
"Potter, I didn't tell you to do anything."
Harry shut his eyes and groaned. "Could I at least have a hangover potion?"
Severus raised an eyebrow. "I think not. You got yourself in this position, it should teach you not to do it again."
Harry's eyes snapped open in surprise. He stared at Snape. "That is so unfair! You get-"
"I do not have hangover potions, Potter, I believe it defeats the purpose."
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It felt like his head was exploding, his mouth was dry. Snape was being a bastard. He pressed his head into the pillow, trying to block out the roar. It took him a moment to realize that it wasn't his bed. It was Snape's. He looked up at Snape, who was shirtless. He blushed.
A shirtless Snape wasn't a bad Snape either. He had a good body, if a little thin. He wasn't a hairy man (Harry sighed in relief). Harry's gaze followed the trail of hair down the man's navel that disappeared into his pants- Harry blushed again as both the professor's eyebrows raised. He was caught checking the man out. How humiliating. His aching head agreed with him, a sharp pain made Harry flinch as he moved.
"I hate you." He muttered.
"We agree on something then." Snape answered, turning and leaving the room. Harry sighed. He couldn't even remember how he'd ended up here.
Snape had not returned to his bedroom, thank Merlin, and Harry was still trying to piece his head back together half an hour later. About five minutes ago Harry heard some knocking through the rooms. He didn't think he could stand so he left it. It was persistent though and didn't let up.
Soon the incessant pounding on the door could not be ignored. Why wasn't Severus answering it? Harry groaned and gingerly rubbed his head. The throbbing was painful.
"I'm coming, bloody hell," Harry muttered as he made his way to the door.
The moment he opened it he considered slamming it and going back to bed.
"You were gone all of yesterday and you weren't at breakfast this morning!" Ron's exasperated tone reminded him his friends still cared. "We were worried!" Harry almost laughed - Ron was beginning to remind him of Mrs. Weasley. But he held it quickly, partly because of the seriousness in Ron's voice and partly because he didn't think he could stand the rattling.
"I'm sorry, I had some bad news." Harry said quietly.
"Oh no, what's happened?" Hermione moved to Harry's side, concern etched on her features. It was strange, Hermione had changed lately. Harry left the thought for later and focused on now. Of course, focusing probably wasn't a good idea, considering the walls were swapping around.
"The Dursleys are dead."
Ron's jaw tightened and his face reddened in embarrassment. "Sorry mate," He said awkwardly. "Did You-Know-Who do it?"
"Who else?" Harry answered dryly. He was hoping neither of them would notice his squinting or the room spinning clockwise four times and then anti-clockwise two and a half.
"Oh Harry," Hermione sighed and moved to sit down. Harry followed slowly. "How are-"
"Let's not talk about it," He cut it off. "I'm really not in the mood."
They nodded in unison.
When neither of them moved to make conversation Harry was forced to think of a topic quickly. "So how's quidditch looking, I've missed Ravenclaw versus Slytherin, right?"
"It was a great game, shame you missed it. Absolutely brilliant." Ron finished off on a wistful note.
The next comment from Hermione caught Harry by surprise. "Draco played really well." She smiled.
Harry could've sworn Hermione had just said... Wait, Ron had told him... Oh bugger. Harry stared in silence for a second. How could he have forgotten? Of course, Ron had broken it to him at the worst time. Or the best time, he supposed, the shock value had worn thin compared to everything else.
"You know, I ran into him a few days ago."
Immediately the smile faded into a sympathetic look. "I'm really sorry about that, you know. We had a fight and it was one of his bad days."
"He called you a mudblood." Harry said it quietly, not quite sure what her reaction would be.
Luckily it didn't seem to be news. "Draco told me. He apologized too. He really is different you know, different than we've ever seen him."
Harry took that with a pinch of salt though. Malfoy, his rival since first sight, not such a bad guy after all? Hard to believe. "Well, I wish certain other Slytherins were the same." He conceded.
"Maybe you'll discover Snape still has a chance. It just might be a little harder to find."
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The return of Draco Malfoy into Harry's life was a bit of a step out of the slow dread of the incoming date. Since this whole disaster had begun, everything in his life had taken a step back and the focus was on the bond now. The visit of Ron and Hermione had taken his mind off his headache and predicament. Of course, that he had to have sex with his bondmate in four days did not leave his mind for a moment.
Harry was a virgin, sixteen, and for the rest of his life he would have sex with one man.
It didn't bother him as much as he thought it should have. It was security, he supposed, plus there was an allure in the Potion Master's dark mystery. Severus was intelligent, skilled and blunt. The whole bond thing could be a good thing. Harry was more content than he'd been for days.
However, the return of Severus did not bode well for his mood.
There was a disgruntled look on the Potions Master's face though, which was a rare sight.
"Your friends are not welcome here, Mr. Potter."
Harry's jaw dropped. That was unexpected. How could he? Harry spluttered for words for a second before expressing exactly what he wanted to say in four words. "That's not bloody fair!"
"10 points from Gryffindor." Snape's sour expression made Harry angrier.
"You can't take points off for personal stuff!"
"These are not personal matters, Potter, you swore at a professor therefore you lose points."
"You're not my professor right now, you're my..." Harry paused. "...lover." He finished, his tone much quieter than before.
Severus looked down at him, his face unreadable. There was a long silence.
"Potter, we are most definitely not lovers. I do not love you, you do not love me."
The words were cold and decisive. Harry bit his lip. "You know what? Fuck you, professor!" He fled.
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Severus sat with a small sigh. The day was not going well. Since he'd opened his eyes his personal space had been invaded. He hadn't shared anything in years and now not only was Harry Potter sharing his bed, the boy's friends were sharing his chambers.
Severus knew he was out of line but it was uncontrollable. Everything in his life had just settled into a balance he could control, now that balance was gone completely and he had to admit it was more than a little disconcerting.
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"Albus." Snape nodded at the Headmaster and sat in the chair opposite the old man.
"Good morning, Severus, how are you?" The cheery voice of his mentor made him frown.
Severus chose to ignore the question and get to the point. "Mr. Potter has the misguided belief that we are... lovers." He spat the last word out.
A small smile appeared on Albus' face. "Be grateful, Severus, that Harry did not call you his boyfriend." Severus winced. Yes, that would be a great deal worse.
"It is unethical, Albus!" Snape truly didn't know why he was still holding to his morals, it wasn't doing him much good, especially not in this situation.
"It would be unethical for you two not to have made some progress. I do wish you would stop calling your partner 'Potter', Harry will be fine."
"Don't you see? He's not my partner!" Potter was just a student he'd slept with last night. And who he happened to have a strong bond with.
"What is he if not that?"
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"Potter, I apologize, my demands were uncalled for." This said through gritted teeth.
Harry looked at him in surprise. It may have been a stiff apology, but any apology from Snape was something to be held in awe.
"Could you repeat that? I'm sure I misheard." Harry couldn't help it.
Severus' jaw tightened.
"Sorry, it's just that you looked so uncomfortable." Harry dissolved into laughter.
"Mr. Potter," Severus begun.
"Harry." He corrected. Even in his mind Professor Snape had changed to Severus.
"Harry, I would appreciate it if you would refrain from mocking me."
Harry let the laughter fade to a small smile.
"Whatever you say."
Severus sat next to him for the first time since they had shared the rooms, facing the crackling fire Harry had started earlier to dim the cold of the dungeons.
"How are Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley?"
Harry hesitated a little before answering, after all, what did he want to know?
"They were a little worried, I was missing the whole of yesterday."
"I believe 'a little' would be an understatement, Mr. Weasley's anxiety tends to resemble that of Molly Weasley at times."
"That's exactly what I thought." Harry wondered what Ron would think, if everyone (including his Potions Professor) thought he was as 'mother-hen like' as Mrs. Weasley.
Neither of them said anything for several moments.
"We have four days, Harry." The tired voice of the Potions Master brought Harry's eyes to his.
"I know." He answered slowly. He tensed, afraid of what the man might say next.
The glow of the fire illuminated pale man's face, reflecting in his eyes. Harry scanned them for any sort of emotion. Surely there was some sort of fear.
He was surprised when Severus' lips met his, a deft hand lightly touching the back of his neck, sending shivers down his spine. He whimpered softly, not realizing it until Severus pulled back.
"Are you okay?" He asked, concern etched on his face.
Harry's face turned red. "I'm fine." He whispered.
Severus was shocked at his own actions. Yet his conscience wasn't haunting him this time. He couldn't deny he found the boy very attractive, it would be no chore to shag him. The decision to kiss Harry had been sudden. Just minutes before he'd been ready to hold a grudge, something the Gryffindor seemed incapable of doing, now he had expressed tenderness for said Gryffindor. He supposed it was a consequence of the bond. He also supposed that didn't matter.
Harry was flushed, his eyes averted.
"Harry," The name slipped from his lips too easily. "You may share my bed if it will prepare you for what is to come." It was an offer he had to make. Whether for preparation or his own selfish desires.
However the response was unexpected. "I have nightmares." Potter's gaze was fixed on the fire, seemingly determined to avoid him.
Snape pondered over what the correct reply was meant to be. "You are worried about... disturbing me?"
"Well, it's a little-"
"I don't mind." He cut Harry off. He had his own nightmares, it did not bother him that Harry Potter had them too. In a way, it made the young man more human and less of a brat. Severus knew nightmares were not childish things.
"Okay."
Severus nodded. It was progress. Progress felt good.
End Chapter 12.