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sua_layAuthor: Rimau Sua Lay
Rating: overall NC-17, Angst, Drama, Action/Adventure, First Time
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairings: Harry/Snape, Ron/Draco, (Sirius/Remus)
Date: December 2002 - ?
Disclaimers: Not mine, borrowed without permission, am not making any money. Please don't sue. Sherbet Lemon?
Summary for Book Three: -Does being a good guy mean you also have to be a nice guy? Draco is about to find out. Companionable silences and fist fights are a good way to hide deeper emotions.
Warning: This part contains mild violence, explicit sex between men, confusion about sex (not non-con really!) and as you can guess, angst.
The earlier parts of the fic can be found here.
The door banged open unexpectedly, sending Snape twirling around with his wand in hand. He scowled as he recognized the young man at his doorway, the hex on his lips turning into muttered, "Idiot."
"Sorry about that."
Harry hadn't even bothered to knock, barging in like his bum was on fire and pulling off his shirt before the door slammed shut after him.
He flung the shirt on the empty chair -- for once not missing -- and went straight to his fly, not saying a word. Toeing off his socks while he was squirming out of his trousers was hard enough without using mental energy to start a conversation.
"I see you're as patient as usual." Snape didn't sound like he really minded. At least he hadn't been holding anything fragile when Harry's completely thoughtless behavior had startled him. He lowered his wand. "To what do I owe this..." Raising his eyebrow as Harry fumbled with his zipper, he sneered, "Honor?"
He didn't hurry as he walked to the door to lock it. No one else would ever come here unannounced. Or willingly. Malfoy practically lived in his room these days, and he was certain Weasley would rather commit a ritual suicide than come here.
"Do you know what day it is?" Pushing his trousers down and then almost tripping on them, Harry ignored the sneer. He was too busy getting naked and the sneer was an everyday occurrance already.
For a moment, Snape contemplated on hexing the idiot anyway. Of course he knew what day it was. Surrendering to the faintly amused and faintly annoyed emotion that seemed to attack him whenever he was dealing with Harry, he simply stated, "Yes, it's a week from the Summer Solstice." Less than a week to full moon.
"It's our last whole day here!" Harry declared, his eyes slightly wild.
"Yes, that too." Shaking his head at the way Harry snuggled against his pillow -- and yes, he'd noticed how Harry was now completely naked -- Snape stood there, waiting for the young man to actually make some sense. "The school term will end tomorrow, just as it has ended these past six years. Did the importance of the date somehow elude you until now?"
Harry refused to say anything.
"I see," Snape said, even though he wasn't completely certain what this was all about. Did Harry mean he wished to spend the day in bed with him, or was this some juvenile emotional scene because of their departure the next day? He was willing to bet it was both.
"We'll go back home tomorrow." It was slightly annoying to feel nothing when he called Hogwarts home. Harry had never associated any other place with that word, but he'd come to suspect that it would be ridiculously easy to think of this small cottage as home.
Snape nodded at that. "Yes."
He could see how the idea didn't please Harry at all. It was not surprising; there would be things waiting back at Hogwarts neither wished to face.
When Harry simply lay there, hugging his pillow, he added, "I assume you're not keen on leaving all this behind." He kept the phrasing as simple as possible, letting Harry interpret it as he saw fit.
"No." Sounding both angry and sad, Harry shook his head. "I'm not. It's so damn peaceful here, and sometimes I feel like the whole circus back home will be too much."
"It will not be easy to return to the reality, Potter, but we have to. As tolerable as this has been, we all know things can't last like this forever."
Harry flinched, closing his eyes for a moment. He knew Snape wasn't simply talking about their stay at the cottage and the strange peace that surrounded them here. There had definitely been a slight emphasis on the word 'things'.
The words were tearing apart his hopes to continue seeing Snape back at Hogwarts. Oh, they'd spend time together dealing with Order business, but it would not be like this. "Yeah. I don't want to talk about that now."
He didn't want to talk about something that would only lead to a fight. He was too tired and feeling way too sad to be able to confront Snape about anything.
"What is it that you want then?" As questions went, Snape's was mostly rhetorical.
"I want to spend the day here." It wasn't exactly a request. "Until dinner. Or at least lunch. Preferably dinner." Harry clamped his mouth shut. This wasn't the time for idiotic babble.
He wanted to stay here, in Snape's bed and stop worrying about stuff, maybe take a short nap or something. Pretend that this was where he belonged.
Snape glared. "Don't you have some things to do?"
"No! I want to do this. You can either stand there and glare or you can join me here." Looking like he would enjoy either option, Harry flopped onto his back, letting the sheet slip slightly.
It wasn't a challenge, but Snape took his time making his decision anyway. He had lots of things to do today, but he'd also expected something like this to happen. "If those are the options, you'll have to settle for a glare for a while."
Harry smiled. He'd known all along that he wouldn't be tossed out. "That's okay." It was, really. He hadn't slept well, and lazeing around in Snape's bed sounded like a perfect idea. Of course having Snape there with him would be even better, but he'd take what he could get.
He refused to feel guilty about this; he'd spent the past days mostly upstairs with Ron, now it was time to be with Snape. He could always spend time with Ron after they returned to Hogwarts, when they'd be the only two people living in the Gryffindor tower while trying to pass the N.E.W.T.s.
There had been a moment of panic right after the breakfast, when Ron had made a stray comment about this being their last whole day here. It had come as a complete shock. Still holding his half empty cup of tea on his lips, he'd just stared at his friend.
It had not taken him more than a second to decide what to do next.
He knew Ron had understood perfectly how he'd spend the day; it had been fairly easy to tell by the disgusted expression. Not even bothering to say anything about the look, he'd swallowed the rest of his tea, cast a warning look at Malfoy and rushed after Snape.
Watching Snape organize his bottles and vials, Harry was glad he'd come here. During the few steps between the dining room and Snape's door, there had been half a dozen things swirling in his head. He'd wanted to crawl into Snape's bed and stay there forever; wanted to latch onto the man and never let go. In a moment of complete insanity he'd even thought about chaining himself to the staircase so that he wouldn't even have to think about leaving.
He was glad he'd had the will power to simply jump into Snape's bed. The last thing he wanted was to make some kind of a scene and act like an idiot.
Other than something Snape would call a hormonal idiot, that is.
"Have you and Mr. Weasley done any packing yet?" Refusing to look at the bed, Snape continued organizing his potions, slowly wrapping the most fragile vials into a bundle of soft cloth before placing them into the small chest.
Harry nodded. "Yeah." They had, sort of. All they had left were the clothes and the magazines and the books. Not that he'd tell Snape that.
He could tell that Snape wasn't convinced, but he was glad there were no scathing remarks. He didn't want to go packing right now. With his few belongings, it wouldn't take long. "We're almost done."
Casting a highly suspicious look over his shoulder, Snape wasn't surprised to see a faint flinch. He chose not to comment on it. If Harry wished to leave everything to the last minute, that would not concern him. "I see."
He could see that his words still made Harry look slightly worried and was immensely pleased by the reaction.
"We're sort of working on it."
Snape didn't even bother to glare again. Harry might be the hope of their world, but as a liar he really was hopeless. Ignoring the quiet muttering, he grabbed another vial and wrapped it up. Unlike the youngsters, he needed to actually concentrate on packing.
He didn't really have anything else to do. His supply of ingredients had dwindeled until all he had left was a pile of heather roots. They didn't need any more potions, the wards would hold until tomorrow and all the chores he could think of were simply an excuse.
Most of his own possessions were already neatly in the trunk, and with this line of bottles finally safely in the small chest, all his valuables would be safe. He could leave the rest of the packing until after dinner.
Snape glared at the few bottles on the shelf. It wasn't like him to procrastinate like this. He had things to do and he should concentrate on them instead of contemplating something foolish.
Spending the day in bed with Harry sounded awfully frivolous, but he'd done worse things in his life.
His body certainly wasn't appalled by the idea. Snape almost snorted at that; his body had got used to the sexual encounters, just as it had been conditoned to crave food at certain hours.
Everything was already changed, this one day wouldn't really matter in the scheme of things. There was nothing he could really do with his time, so he could as well waste the day in bed.
At the same time, his mind was rebelling against the thought. Indulging Harry would only make tomorrow harder.
"Snape?" Not really knowing what he was asking, Harry sat up. He didn't care that the sheet was slipping again.
He hated sounding so damn insecure. This was already familiar to him, and he shouldn't have to question his right to be here, he hadn't questioned it for weeks, not until now. The way Snape was standing with his back turned to him wasn't a good sign, and he couldn't help but to worry.
Snape didn't react to the quiet sound of his name. Instead he finished packing the potions before turning slowly around.
There was no point in asking Harry what he really wanted. Time spent with him meant having a sexual encounter, unless they were sitting on the living room couch. Then it meant silly smiles and slight touches whenever they were alone.
"You really don't have anything better to do with your time?" He didn't even need to see the firm headshake to know the answer.
He was absolutely certain Harry was lying, but since this was the last whole day they would spend here, he had no real reason to deny him this.
After tomorrow, there would not be any time or opportunity for them to do anything like this anymore. That was probably why Harry had chosen to come here.
Not that Snape was surprised by that kind of emotionalism, especially now.
The idiot wouldn't need him after they returned to Hogwarts, not really. Harry would have too much to do to miss him. It was probable he'd spend some time being maudlin because of these past weeks, but it wouldn't last. Harry would get over it before long; he would undoubtedly find someone else to sleep with.
The euphemism almost made him smile. They were not sleeping together.
He knew it wouldn't take long for Harry to stop even thinking about him. In far less time than they'd spent here, he would come to look back at this and wonder what had made him crawl into bed with his nasty Potions professor.
Snape spared no thought of how he would feel about the whole thing. He'd never asked for this, so he wouldn't miss it when it was gone. It was as simple as that. The whole affair had not been as disgusting as he had feared and sharing bed with Harry had not been utterly unpleasant, but he could live without that.
It would not take any effort to leave this behind.
Snape let his gaze trail over Harry's naked body that was barely covered by the sheets and rolled his eyes. He might be foolishly brave, but he was still only a teenager.
"Very well. You can stay until..." He considered it for a moment, and then surrendered. "Until dinner time."
It made Harry smile wistfully. Yeah, until dinner time. Like they could share the things until they left here.
His smile widened as Snape closed the lid on the chest that now held his potions and then moved away from the table. It was clear that there would be no more packing done here for some time; the dark fire in Snape's eyes spoke of more pleasurable things. "Good."
Refusing to consider that leaving here would indeed be the end, he moved to the side a little and then reached out with his hand to help Snape to unbutton his robes.
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Date: 2006-08-20 05:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-20 05:09 pm (UTC)*maniacallaugher*
But the denial!Snape is so damn cute!