Chapter 15
In the morning, Simon woke to a bright light in his eyes. He relished the fact that he no longer used glasses. Memories of clammering about looking for something he couldn't see rushed to his mind.
"Thank bloody God!" Harry muttered.
"Good morning Dursley!"
The sour voice of Severus Snape rang in his ears and caused him to fall out of bed.
"GOOD GOD MAN! HAVE YOU NO DECENCY TO KNOCK!"
Harry yelled and then blushed. He didn't mean to be so loud.
"I-I am sorry. I didn't mean to over react. Just startled me is all." Harry grumbled.
He couldn't help but wonder where his grumpiness was coming from.
Severus had decided the night before that he needed to push Simon harder. He didn't want to cause the man harm but if Simon were serious about joining the order, well then he'd just have to get over his pride.
A good amount of embarrassment would at least get him motivated to stop letting Severus into his mind. Last time they had tried had been Simon's first real attempt at magic with another wizard and Severus didn't want to admit it but he was impressed. Not all wizards full grown and fully educated could do wandless magic never mind a young man.
Severus almost admired him, until he realized what a child the man could be. What a response to being woken up! He only realized after just why Simon was so abashed. He was hiding a good morning boner under his sheets and Severus himself was all too familiar with this morning wake up call.
"Hurry up Dursley, this morning, lessons begins immediately. Please take...care of what you must."
Severus left the room with a sneer, underneath it hid a smirk.
Harry groaned. Doesn't that bloke ever sleep? Even back at school, the man was always sweeping the halls looking for scurrying students. Harry remembered how those days were. He and his friends would sneak along the halls in hopes they would avoid getting caught. He missed those days.
Harry realized that his member was still as excited and found he couldn't move right away. The only way through this would be his usual morning cold shower, and the only way to get that is to, of course, run through the house with a raging boner...Harry's thoughts ran back to those of his first embarrassing encounter with his professor. The run through the streets.
"Fantastic, just what I need. Another horrid memory for that mad man to see."
Harry realized he would be forced to endure those sessions again but knew it was necessary. He could benefit from these trainings and knew at some point he would have to recreate memories. But now, he would be prepared. Albus had caught him off guard last time and forced him to do occlumensy with Severus without memories to give him, making it easy for Severus to break through to that very horrifying memory.
A knock on the door broke Harry's thoughts.
"Eh-hem, Sorry, Simon to interrupt but Severus told me to tell you, and I quote "to get that lazy arse out of bed before I traumatize you in front of the entire house" end quote. Sorry, Severus can be rash bugger. On a better note, I do think he fancies you, he just has a sort of-hmm, odd way of showing it." Remus said smugly.
Harry couldn't believe Remus was giving him dating advice. Harry smiled a truly menacing smirk. He had realized that if what Remus said were true, then Severus didn't watch his memory of the bathtub to be an arse after all. He watched it because Severus enjoyed what he saw.
Remus witnessing the strange revelation on Simon's face said "..Simon?"
"Don't worry Remus. I am up. I will do as his royal crankiness commands."
Harry got up from his bed with purpose and began to rush down the hall to shower, but not without saying,
"No worries mate. The professor is in smooth hands."
Remus now understanding how Simon intended to hunt the sorely potions master simply laughed.
Harry rushed to the lavatory to shower. Not taking notice of the eyes in the rooms he had passed. He had a mission. One, to learn as much as possible to better himself. And two, torment a very frustrating man. Harry made sure to lather very thoroughly. Washing everything with no sexual desire at all. Only to be sure his body was cleansed sensually. He was putting on a glorious show.
If Severus was going to penetrate a memory and wanted to push him away, then he would do it with his own embarrassment. Maybe if it were something truly terrifying he would fight hard enough to not let it be seen.
Once Harry was done, he dried his body in the same manner and put on his clothes. He wore his favorite jeans and grey cardigan with a white button down, the combination often brought out the color of his sandy hair.
He headed out into the hall where he ran into none other than the billowing master of darkness himself.
"You know, you're very good at being sneaky, professor." Simon grinned.
"Dursley, I thought I told Lupin to have you sent to the training room an hour ago. Must you be persistent in delaying the inevitable? Unless you'd like to change your mind with Dumbledore and admit that years without schooling has made you weak."
Severus spat and every word hit Harry knew it was going to get serious.
"Actually I was just on my way to see you." Harry said, keeping composure although he was getting annoyed that they were back to last names. Harry knew it was to force him away again. They were both playing a game, each with their own agenda.
" I see, well let's get started then shall we? "
Severus moved swiftly to the room at the end of the hall and opened the door for Simon to enter. Harry felt the familiar cool of the room and knew all of Severus' tricks. Back at the school, the dungeons were cold but it would have been easy for the potions master to use a simple spell to heat them , Harry knew better. It was to intimidate just as he is doing now. Harry almost let out a chuckle but held it back and feigned intimidation. There in the middle of the room was that same chair and Harry drew a deep breath knowing he must hold back his memories.
"Sure, Dursley, take your time..and mine. Not like I'm doing anything useful with the rest of my day. I would appreciate it you would take your arse and plant it on that seat!"
Severus spat the words and Harry grew tired of the charade. After all, he was no longer that schoolboy and he disliked the approach Severus was taking to make him intimidated. Mostly because it was partly working. Harry took a seat on the chair and steadied himself. He had practiced on his own and now he was prepared...mostly.
"Ready Dursley? Legitimence!"
Once again, memories swirled in Harry's head but they were tampered to have Simon there. One memory burst forward showing a six-year-old Harry and Simon playing outside in the garden. They were studying the types of flowers.
A fairly robust child came over with a fistful of mud and poured it down Harry's overly sized shirt. As Harry cried, Simon was trying to remove the mud, poorly albeit. Dudley laughed and ran away. Another memory came forward to take its place but this time Harry was able to remove the image.
"Impressive, but now I won't hold back!"
Severus urged the memory back hoping it was one Simon would work hard to avoid. The memory fogged in and out until Harry grew tired and the image began to clear. Still slightly blurred and soundless, a naked image in a shower showed itself. Harry hoped to push it back using the embarrassment as his means to fight.
Severus realizing it was from just that morning pressed on, seeing Simon's face change to a lovely shade of robust terra cotta. Harry tried to force it out, now covered in sweat but couldn't hold it much longer. The image grew clearer and soon Simon's body was exposed and covered in gentle suds. Harry closed his eyes and pushed but the image came through with glass clarity and Severus was able to watch his sensual strokes along his inner thighs.
Severus let it continue for a few seconds longer before stopping the spell completely. Simon was on the floor, drenched in sweat and struggling for air. He held off for as long as he could but again he was no match for Severus Snape. Angered with his failure, he got up and rushed out of the room.
Severus, wanting to go after him, was unable to now that his own member had grown and forced him to go take a cold shower. Simon had gone to his room for a change of clothes. Not realizing a fellow roommate was there.
"Don't imagine it went well with Snape, eh boy?"
Simon jumped at the voice in the room.
"I suppose you can read minds as well?" Harry replied.
This day would never end. Angered with failure. He thought making a horrifying memory would make himself work harder and instead only caused himself more embarrassment.
"Put it this way, I am the bloody worlds biggest git. Tried to force myself to get better and only managed to fail."
Harry dropped his head into his hands.
"You know what I do to get rid of that feeling?" Moody smirked. "I do something that I don't fail at."
Harry laughed, " and what if I don't ever succeed?"
"Constant Vigilance! HAHA! Come on, let's punch it out in the garden before someone notices, eh boy?" Moody chucked.
"That sounds like a great idea."
Changed into more appropriate attire, Harry met Moody outside where they could duke out their troubles. Harry began remembering Moody's antics and instantly felt a tinge of fear. Moody took out his wand and created the boxing ring he had before and passed Simon a pair of gloves.
"Now don't go easy on me, really throw in the stops. This is wizard boxing so show me what you've got!"
Harry climbed into the ring slowly with intimidation and a bit of recalling on the beating he got last time. If he was going to fight Voldemort alone, he needed to be prepared. Harry began to think of Tonks. This was for Tonks. He got in his corner and waited for the bell.
Severus finally found Simon after quite a bit of hunting...after taking care of his "problem". He sauntered quietly outside and watched Moody give Simon a little tough talk. That bloody man was always trying to scare people with his "war strategies". Severus pulled up a seat on a nearby bench.
He meant to talk to Simon, realizing how his behavior had been lately. He had never met anyone that made him this emotional. But it wasn't Simon's fault. Severus was like this before he knew the man was a Dursley. All it took were a glimpse of those eyes to make Severus sweat. He had tried to push him away, tried to embarrass him away and now he had hurt him. He would wait till Simon has gotten his arse kicked, maybe make it impossible for him to run away, and then he would talk to him.
*Ding Ding*
The bell rung and half an hour later, Simon was running for his bloody life with Mad Eye Moody yelling behind him,
"you think this is bad, wait till you see the enemy!"
Remus sauntered over past the ruckus and sat along with Severus. "Lovely day isn't it Severus?"
Severus noted the curling lip on Remus' face. "What're you mocking me for? You look like an imbecile."
Severus barked, keeping composure.
"Of course Severus, wouldn't dream of it. It's just, I've finally figured you out. I knew you loved Lily and there was no question about it...until recently…"
Severus had begun to feel uncomfortable.
"What are you blabbering about, and what's it your business of whom I love."
Severus had a small pit in his stomach that Remus was definitely up to something.
"It's just...in light of recent events, I think you've grown fond of ol' Simon over there."
Remus smiled knowingly. A glance at Simon's poor clambering body being dragged by Moody made Severus laugh.
"You mean that ignoramus! Look at him, can't even stay on his feet. He's been fleeing the entire battle."
In the background of Simon finally freeing himself from Moody only to trip and hit his face on the bumper caused Severus to snort.
"There, you see. That fool won't make it to the battle field, he'll kill himself before he gets there. Bloody cluts….aaand now he's bleeding...mindless dunderhead…"
Severus sighed as he and Remus got up to walk to Simon.
"Now I've got to save him from his own bloody self."
Simon held his nose with one hand, whilest the other held the bumper for steadiness. Moody is beside himself in laughter.
"OH, I'm bloody glad your having a laugh...ol' loon. Bloody mad you are!"
Simon barked, whilest Mad Eye was still laughing himself silly.
"Simon, are you alright?" Remus ran over with a first aid kit.
"Remus, where did you get the first aid kit?"
Simon spoke still holding his bleeding nose.
"Oh, er...I carry it with me now after seeing your first fight...sorry." Remus looked abashed.
"Oh great, can't succeed at occlumency and now I'm kicking my own bloody arse. Bloody brilliant that is."
Just then, Simon noticed Severus walking up from behind Remus.
"OH THAT'S JUST RUBBISH! Now he's gonna make me relive this one too!" Simon was about to get up but was pushed back down by Remus.
"No one is going to make you relive anything, isn't that right Severus."
Remus looked at Severus for verification but found a very solemn looking Severus instead.
"Remus, could you and Moody leave us alone for a moment...I'd like to have a word with Mr. Dursley."