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Hi everyone! Here's chapter six for this story! Someone made me think in the format of the story, so I decided to give it a turn, in hopes it's easier to understand and less confusing. Please, let me know if it works!
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The specific warnings for this chapter are as follows:
WARNINGS:
This chapter detailed descriptions of sexual nature (lemon) and depictions of violence. If you're not mature enough to read it, leave and don't read any of this. You have been warned.
As always, this story and chapter depicts Snarry. That means, the pair between Snape and Harry. In this chapter, it becomes really intense, so, specially now, if you don't like that pair, leave now before you read any more. Don't say I didn't warn you.
There are mentions of agoraphobia and panic attacks, so if any of those trigger you, leave now, or don't read this chapter!
Note: As always, the thoughts of the characters are depicted in italics as in: Thought.
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CSL
Chapter Six – Field Work
Harry's POV
I get into the sheets of the bed. Being in winter as we were, I'm really glad they were thick and warm. The fabric envelopes me, keeping me warm. I turn to my right and brace my knees, adopting a fetal position. The sheets are warm, but not as warm as Snape's embrace.
My erection keeps poking me through my pajamas' pants. I remember I can't do magic to muffle my sounds, so if I want to do something with it, it would have to be quiet.
The thought almost makes me moan. Quietness. No. It wasn't just quietness. It was the quietness Snape enforces. My cock is straining in his underwear, begging for release.
I slid my pants down and touch the tip of it. I sigh, almost moaning again. It's leaking with precum from the moment I shared with Snape a few minutes ago.
Snape's POV
My hand rests in the corner of the page of the book. I've read the last line three times. I close the book in a swift motion. My mind is not focused on what it should be right now. I sigh.
Is the boy really that thick? I mean, didn't I mention to him already that I'm a master in Legilimency?
One could argue it happened only once. If that was the case, then maybe I could let it slide. But it's not like that. It has happened twice now. This second one without any kind of filter. The boldness of that boy!
He's driving me insane! He doesn't realize it, but he's begging for me to do all that I have done to him. Even more. I've restrained myself until now, not unleashing everything I could do or even say. It would be too much for him.
My right hand goes to the black karambit, grasping it firmly. I start to fidget with it. It makes me relax. Is it not a burden enough to teach him how to defend himself when every time I touch him he reacts that way?
"Don't fool yourself, Severus. You want it, too."
I get up from the armchair, shaking my head "no". The book falls into the floor. I should rest. Keep my thoughts in check. "Contain yourself, Severus, you're not an animal."
My feet carry me towards the vacant room in the upper hallway. I can see a small light casting itself from beneath the room at the end of the hallway on the left. That's where the boy settled in, then.
My hand grasps the knob in the room at my right and I enter the room, without making a noise. Tomorrow the training begins.
End of Snape's POV
Harry wakes up with some chirping on the window. A bird on the outside is singing happily. His eyes adjust to the morning light coming from the outside. The dark green curtains keep most of the rays at bay, but the sun shines bright on this winter morning.
Harry drags his feet outside of the bed. The floor is warm. The room is not as chilly as he expected last night. "Looks like I managed to choose a nice room." He thinks. Hedwig chirps from inside her cage and he opens it, letting her fly into his shoulder. He quickly changes for the day, realizing he has only wizarding robes.
Harry goes out the hallway with Hedwig perched on his shoulder. There's no trace of Snape in the surroundings. His stomach rumbles, eager to be filled. He goes down the stairs and heads for the kitchen. It's located next to the living room, the door in the left wall.
He enters the kitchen. The door shrieks a bit. All of the electrical appliances are white-coloured. The fridge, the stove, the oven and the microwave. The counter also has a coffee pot, a thermos and a sink. The furniture below and above the counter is beige.
The black silhouette of the professor makes a huge contrast with the kitchen disposition. Snape turns when he hears the shrieking sound and Harry greets him lifting his chin.
- "Mornin', Mr. Potter. I trust that you slept well."
As Harry sets foot in the kitchen, a sweet, delicious smell enters his nostrils. Eggs, bacon and cheese. An orange bowl was set on the table, filled with milk. A spoon and a cereal pack was on the left of it.
- "I did. The bed was really comfy. I could get used to this pretty easily."
Harry walked to the table, sitting in the chair nearest to the door. His hand pours some of the cereals in the bowl while he watches the back of Snape. The professor's cooking something, presumably eggs, bacon and sandwiches on some frying pans. Harry watches the professor's hand moving swiftly in precise movements.
- "I wouldn't have ever taken you for a cooking person. It seems you've done this before."
- "There's so much more you don't know about me, Mr. Potter." – Snape's voice was smooth–. "Cooking is like brewing potions. It's an art, something not all of the people admire. Their loss, in my opinion. Eat, you'll need strength today."
While Harry started chewing on the cereals, he decided to talk about the elephant in the room.
- "What in the name were you trying to prove last night with your actions?"
Snape's movements halted. His body stopped moving.
Snape's POV
- "What in the name were you trying to prove last night with your actions?"
I stop my hands. The frying pan keeps crackling, but my mind is focused on the events of last night. I smile, remembering the unmistakable feeling of pride, arousal and euphoria in my veins when I saw the man currently seating behind me showing undeniable symptoms of being afraid, scared and surrendering to my will. Hiding that smile is as hard as it was last night. I turn around, looking at him in the eyes.
"That whenever I deem fit, you'll crumble like a house of cards under my influence and power over you.""
- "Are you implying you don't know the meaning of my actions?" – I say, my voice sounding at bay, diametrical to how I'm feeling inside–.
- "Well, kinda, I do-"
"I think I can indulge myself a little this morning. When it rains, it pours."
I don't let him finish.
- "Tell me, pray tell, what do you think I was trying to do in the last minutes of our night encounter." – I say, adopting my favourite tone of voice in the last week. The same I used when I saved his life three days ago, in that alcove. That sweet, sweet alcove.
My hands touch one of the backs of the chairs and I lean forward, looking at him intently.
- "Well, I-" – He swallows, trying to talk–. "I think I understand why." – I nod at him, letting him talk, enjoying like honey trickling down my throat the effect I have on him–. "What I don't understand is the way. The how."
"For two reasons, mainly. First one, because a practical approach is the best way to teach you, as you are an athletic man and learning in a physical manner is the best way you learn. The second one, is because when I subdue you, I feel alive.
- "Tell me, Mr. Potter. Am I in need to justify myself to you? Are you my superior of any kind?"
- "No, sir. I just thought, maybe, if I knew the reasons, I could understand a bit better what I'm supposed to do and improve faster."
- "Listen to me, Potter. The only thing you need to focus on is one: Survive. That's your objective. Nothing else matters."
I turn around again, smiling. The eggs, bacon and cheese sandwich are done and ready to be served.
Later that day, in a muggle London Street
Harry's POV
My fingers scratch my nape. I lift them higher in my head, rubbing the shaven part with my fingers. It feels weird. I've never shaved my head, or any part of it anyway, and wouldn't ever have done so in my life.
I see myself reflected in a window display from one of the shops in the street we're in and I can't even recognize myself. The blonde-ish streaks are the first thing I can't take my eyes off of. The lack of glasses in my eyes is the next one. My eyes have changed too, to a light blue. My hair is a lot shorter than it has ever been, brushed to be barded. My clothes, a light-blue T-shirt and beige pants also fit me weirdly.
My feet keep moving behind Snape. Well, what's left of him, anyway. His hair is combed in a tight braid, white locks intertwined with black ones, making a strange mixture. He's dressed with a dark-green shirt and white pants. The only black part he still wears are his shoes. His walking is not rushed, which surprises me, but all too easy. Calm. His head turns to look at the people walking in the street, as well as the shops that are at the sides of it. He looks like he's in his element in the crowded street.
The only thing he told me as soon as we walked out the door of the house was to follow him closely.
We apparated to an isolated street of muggle London and started walking up until now. I want to ask him where we are going, but after this morning's conversation in the kitchen I think about it twice and decide not to push things further.
The people in the street start to increase and, soon, I find myself struggling to keep track of Snape. Even with his height, it's hard to spot him in the middle of so many people. I try to stick my neck out, but to no avail. I still can't see him. I've lost him.
I try to look for him when all of the people keep going in different directions. Black, look for a black attire. Shit. I can't do that anymore, he's not wearing his typical outfit!
I try to go to the right side of the street, so as to take some high ground and look for him but the crowd doesn't allow me to do so. He can't be that far, for goodness sake!
The crowd of people pushes me into the left of the street. I get goosebumps on my whole body. I feel the hair in my nape stabbing my skin. I start to pant and sweat through my forehead. My vision gets blurry. I haven't visited this part of the city and the person I was with has disappeared. My chest constricts painfully. I've got no control of my body and anxiety runs through my veins, seizing my insides. I don't notice that I'm at the corner right next to a secondary street, filled with people all the same.
A voice talking to me startles me, making me grasp my wand inside my right pocket.
- "Are you lost, Mr. Potter?"
Snape's characteristic timbre reverberates in my head. I look for him eagerly. Left, right, at the end of the street, next to me, above in the houses I can see. Nothing.
- "Looking for me, are you?" – For the first time, I hear Snape chuckle. I find myself wanting to hear it again–. "It's a waste of time. All you've got to do right now is listen."
My chest tightens and I feel my lungs constricting. I feel like I'm not getting enough oxygen into me.
- "Relax, breathe deeply. You're not in danger."
The London streets disappear. An image projects in my head: A beach in summer. It's warm, I can feel the heat of the sun. The ambience is at ease. I sit in the sand and I close my eyes, letting the warm rays of the sun take away my nerves and my anxiety. I feel it lifting from my shoulders into the air. I can breathe again normally. I open my eyes and I'm again in the street, the anxiety feeling missing. I feel calm.
- "Good. That's better. I want you to focus on the blonde man seated in the cafeteria at the right of the street you just were in."
My head turns right. A cafeteria with pink-coloured chairs and a terrace is thirty feet away from me. Seated in one of the chairs, is a blonde thin man. I can see his face from the side. He has a black T-shirt and black pants. He's sipping what looks like coffee in a small mug.
- "Do you see him? Nod if you do." – I nod broadly–. "First thing you need to learn. Subtlety." – He whispers that last word–. "I can see you perfectly, don't make sudden movements. Your goal is that other people in here don't notice what you're doing." – I try to nod again, but his voice stops me–. "There's no need to nod again. I know you're listening to me, nod only when I tell you to."
The man gets up and greets a tall black-haired woman that has approached the table he was in. I see better now that the man is tall, but not as tall as his companion. The woman sits in front of him and raises her hand to the waitress.
- "Okay, next lesson. Observation. I want you to memorize all of the details you can from the man. You'll want to focus on the psychological features more than the physical ones."
I nod, more subtle this time. I hear Snape smile. A shiver runs through my body until it reaches my nape. My cock twitches in my pants. "Focus" I say to myself.
I start by studying the man's features. He's blonde, thin and muscled. His eyes are blue and his skin is paler than mine. He looks like he's around the 30's. His face is shaven, making him look young. His right hand is holding a phone, and a bag is crossed on his hip. I see him opening it and taking out a book of some sorts. Then, he gives it to the woman and smiles broadly.
I realize there's a certain things I can realize about the man, but only just a few from this distance. If I want to know more, I have to get closer to them.
I start moving in direction to the cafeteria, my walking slow and calm.
I stop, frozen, as I feel something sharp in my lumbar region, almost stabbing my skin. I notice a presence behind me. My instincts tell me to run, but I don't do it, as if I was nailed into the ground.
So, that's the end of the chapter for today! I hope you liked it, as always.
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I'll see you soon with the next chapter!
CSL