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Hairy Snape By BertaS 2006

Disclaimer: I am just playing. They aren't really mine, pity.

Description: A potions accident starts unusual circumstances happening for our favorite Potions Master and those around him.

Warnings: Slash, language, adult and sexual situations. Harry is in the later part of his seventh year and is 17 years old which in the wizarding world is an adult.



Trust - Chp. 5

The next morning Sev had quite a fright, as for the second night Harry had forgotten to braid his hair. He was afraid he was going to have to send for Harry to come fix it.

By the time he got it brushed out and tied in a tail, he was late for class and had missed breakfast completely, all this on top of having been up over half the night trying to restore some semblance of order to his house. The fight that had taken place in the Slytherin common room had involved nearly every one in the house and had apparently been started because someone decided to play a practical joke.

So as Sev stomped toward his classroom he could, if any one had been close enough, be heard muttering, "Stupid Rubber Chickens. Idiotic Canary Creams. Brainless Dunderheads."

Harry had not failed to notice Sev's absence and was a little concerned but for the most part his morning went by quietly with only a few seemingly innocuous questions from Hermione as she tried to puzzle out just what Harry was up to.

Harry finally saw Sev after lunch in potions class. When Sev entered the room Harry was not the only one to realize that their professor was in an amazingly foul mood.

By the end of class five students had detention with Filch and Sev had taken a phenomenal amount of points from all the houses including his own.

Harry whispered to Hermione to go ahead and took his time gathering his things. When he was the only one left he flicked his wand at the door locking it and strode up to the front where Sev sat glaring at what he was reading and ignoring everything around him. Harry grabbed him roughly and claimed his lips in the most demanding kiss Sev had ever experienced.

When he pulled back he forced Sev to look him in the eye, "I failed to see you at breakfast or lunch. Why have you not eaten anything today?"

Sev was still breathing hard and was somewhat dazed by Harry actions, "I... I had to fix my hair it took forever. I didn't have time to eat. And I'm behind on my grading and..."

He trailed off as Harry growled, "And you are taking it out on your students." Harry took a deep breath and in a calmer voice asked, "Why didn't you call a house elf for something to eat?"

Sev's head went down, and he whispered, "I didn't think of that, I don't own any. I didn't grow up with elves."

Harry's hand moved to lift Sev's head by the chin, "Neither did nor do I." He turned his head and spoke to the air, "Dobby, could you come here please?"

Harry didn't so much as get to the word come and the oddly dressed little elf that Sev recognized as the one that had served him dinner the other day had appeared and was bowing and babbling as soon as Harry stopped speaking.

"Oh Harry Potter Sir calls Dobby. Dobby is so happy to be helping Harry Potter Sir. Whats can Dobby be doing for Harry Potter Sir?"

With one hand on Sev's knee for balance, Harry squatted down to be on eye level with the small being, "Thank you Dobby for being so prompt." Sev could see the elf bouncing in place at the praise and was curious, he was wearing clothes and was obviously free but he also appeared to be the happiest elf Sev had ever seen.

Harry continued, "Well Dobby, Professor Snape here has been so busy today that he hasn't had time to eat..."

Dobby's eyes went wide and he looked up at Sev rather fearfully and leaned toward Harry and whispered quite loudly, "Oh no, I is getting P'Fessor Snape something to eat before him is getting cranky."

Harry smirked as, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Sev's eyes narrow and his lip curl, "Thank you Dobby, I think a sandwich, some fruit and a nice pot of tea," he glanced at Sev, "Perhaps something with chamomile?"

Sev nodded and Dobby popped away only to return seconds later with Sev's meal saying, "Yous is calling Dobby if yous is needing anything P'Fessor Snape Sir." He then popped away leaving Harry and Sev alone.

Sev immediately started eating having not realized how hungry he was until the food was in front of him. Sev managed to ask what class Harry had next despite the mouth full of food which resulted in Harry swearing, "Oh bugger, I'm late for Herbology." and sloppily aiming a quick kiss that landed at the corner of Sev's mouth then dashing for the door only to run into Sev's next class.

They were in two groups divided by house, Slytherin and Gryffindor, and were all waiting rather impatiently. Harry pulled the door to but not closed and surveyed the nervous second years. "Okay guys, he has food now so he most likely won't try to bite any one else's head off." Harry rubbed at his neck and grinned. Several of the kids smirked or giggled. As he opened the door he spoke in a loud stage whisper and waved them in, "Just be real quiet and work on what ever he puts on the board."

Sev grunted his mouth still full and flicked his wand at the board, which erased itself and the chalk started writing out new instructions.

The rest of Harry's day flew by although he did end up with an extra report for Professor Sprout to make up for being late.

Just before curfew Harry nipped in to Sev's office. He encouraged Sev to continue with his grading and quickly brushed out and braided Sev's hair before kissing and nibbling on his ear and neck, quietly promising, "I'll wash it for you tomorrow." before slipping out to return to his dorm.

Later, when she got her essay back Hermione would find some of the comments completely unreadable.



The next evening when Harry got to the potions classroom Sev directed him down the hall to where Harry had taken him through the wall, insisting that Harry show him how it worked. After Harry spoke the password in Parseltongue, Sev understood that it was not a short-cut that just anyone could use.

Harry greeted the man in green and once again asked to be let into Sev's rooms. They held a short conversation in Parseltongue and the door opened. Sal said, "Professor Snape, you do know that the only painting in your quarters is a distinctly hostile environment. Do you not?"

Sev just sniggered as he closed the door.

Harry looked around the room having not paid a lot of attention before. It was a large room the bed at one end behind a large Victorian screen with a slightly oriental flair. The couch, low table and single wingback chair grouped just to the side of the fire place and a desk in the opposite corner made the room feel lived in, and while there where two book cases they were, surprisingly, not packed with books but had curiosities and mementoes on them.

The painting was over the fire and Harry had to admit he would not want to be in that painting, it looked like a scene from 'The Tempest' with the sea raging against the craggy out crops and cliffs.

"That's not nice Sev, you really out to have more respect for such an historic figure." Harry chided gently.

Sev snorted, "If he really wants to see me, he can visit my office. There is a perfectly lovely portrait in there."

Harry shook his head, "That thing is ghastly, it a bunch of trolls in the middle of a battle."

Sev smirked as he stepped closer to Harry, "At least we won't be disturbed nor will there be rampant rumors because a portrait saw or heard something they should not have."

Harry said, "Well, yes I guess there is that." He slid his arms around Sev and pulled him close. "But personally I wouldn't want to piss off some one that can talk of Hogwarts, Sal may be dead but he still has power."

Sev rolled his eyes, "How do you know we can trust him? He speaks Parseltongue, which is..."

Sev cut off and his eyes went wide when he noticed the hurt and angry look on Harry's face as Harry abruptly released his hold and stepped back.

Sev swallowed hard, "Which... which is... sometimes... Oh hell, no matter how I say that now it going to sound like I don't trust you, when I do. Trust you I mean. I didn't mean it the way it came out, please Harry, I apologize..." he had looked Harry in the eye to this point, "I... I'm sorry." He now seemed to find the toes of his boots extremely fascinating.

"It's alright Sev," Harry looked down too, "I think I know what you mean. There are quite a few bad guys throughout history that could speak to snakes. But I know that Sal would never do anything to hurt the school. He loves her. It's really kind of embarrassing when he talks to her."

"I trust your judgment Harry." Sev's expression was a little comical as he laid his hand on Harry's chest. "I do not believe I am capable of, 'Puppy Eyes', shall I assume I am forgiven?"

Harry nodded and pulled Sev close again whispering, "Forgiven." He then lifted his smiling face and pulled the taller man's head down.

The range of emotions Harry could convey with his kisses astounded Sev. This one was soft, caring and seemed to promise something more. Not like the one yesterday in his classroom. That one was threatening, almost violent, as if it were a punishment. Not that Sev really objected if he were to be punished he much preferred Harry's way to that of the Dark Lord.

When they pulled apart Harry was still smiling, "Did you have anything planed for this evening Luv?"

Sev shook his head and shrugged, "I was thinking about borrowing Albus' pensive but I have decided... He took a deep breath, "that is, if you want, I can teach you Legimancy?"

Harry stroked Sev's back, "Are you sure? I know I don't like people in my head. I don't want you to feel you have to let me in like that."

Sev smiled slightly, "I know. I am certain, I trust you." He led Harry to the sofa and they sat each with one leg curled so they faced each other their knees nearly touching. "You know the incantation?" at Harry's nod Sev continued, "I find that it helps to state what you are looking for, at least to your self." Sev then closed his eyes and took a couple deep breaths before opening them again and saying, "I am ready."

Harry was nervous as he drew his wand and held it loosely. With his other hand he reached up and caressed Sev's cheek, "I am looking for memories of my mother, Lily Evans." He then hissed very softly. The noise was so soft that Sev barely heard it and several memories almost like snapshots flashed through Sev's mind before he realized what Harry had done.

It was really quite ingenious. Very few would even notice the soft hiss that was the Legimens spell in Parseltongue.

When he did realize, Sev smiled, it would seem that Harry was something of a natural Legimens but then Sev knew that from their Occlumency lessons two years ago. Sev then intentionally brought up one of the memories that he wanted to share.

In the memory they walked into the Great Hall and felt anew the awe of seeing it for the first time. Little Severus was at the tail end of the queue, already wary of allowing anyone at his back.

Harry knew that Sev was showing him this particular memory but was surprised that it included so much detail and was the whole sorting. It included all of them not just Lily, but the Marauders and several others that he was not expecting like Narcissa Black, Rastaban Lestrange, Frank Longbottom and a beautiful little girl with pigtails and a huge grin names Alice Kindlewood.

Harry was able to look around at the older children as well and recognized a few, at the Slytherin table their heads together sat Lucius Malfoy with the Head Boy badge, Bellatrix Black and Rodolphus Lestrange, close to them sat Crabbe and Goyle.

There was a vivacious redhead that appeared to be a sixth or seventh year and looked like Ginny's twin she had to be Molly. There were several other red heads at the Gryffindor table that were obviously Weasleys.

As the memory faded Harry closed his eyes, when he opened them again he found Sev blinking at him. "You okay Sev?"

Sev nodded, "Uh-hum. Don't you, um... don't you want to look at the rest?"

Harry grinned and shook his head as he leaned forward, "It's getting late and I promised to wash your hair." Sev found himself pushed back and Harry lying on top of him. Harry nuzzled Sev's neck and ear before finding his mouth and possessing it. His hands roaming freely over Sev's body as his tongue thrust in to the warm cavern mimicking something else he wanted to do.

Sev's whimper caused him to pause and assess what he was doing and he realized that he was thrusting with his hips against Sev. He moved slightly to bring their cocks against each other causing Sev to whimper again. When he pulled back to look at Sev he saw fear etched on his face although his eyes were closed.

Harry brought his hand up caressing Sev's cheek and smoothing his hair, "What is it Luv? What's wrong? Am I hurting you?"

Sev shook his head but didn't open his eyes or speak.

Harry groaned as he eased himself back away from Sev, "Severus, damn it open your eyes and tell me what I'm doing to frighten you."

Sev's eyes popped open and Harry could feel him shaking, "I... I'm fine... It's okay..."

Harry pulled back a little further frowning, "No, you're not, you're shaking like a leaf. Please Luv," he leaned in for a soft kiss, "Please tell me."

Sev had been trying to get his mask in place but it suddenly crumbled, "Oh Harry, I know what you want and I won't stop you but I..." he turned his head away as a single tear leaked out of the corner of his eye and he whispered, "I've seen what happens... on raids... sometimes... things get out of control... and... and..."

Harry was horrified, "Oh Baby. No." he slid off Sev and the sofa to kneel on the floor and cradle Sev's head to his shoulder, "No. Not like that." he kissed the top of Sev's head almost in tears himself. "Not... No."

Sev was confused, "But..."

Harry was suddenly holding his head in both hands looking him in the eye, "Gods Sev, I want you so bad it hurts, but I will not rape you. I won't take what you are not willing to give. I won't hurt you. I promise."

Sev swallowed hard and nodded sharply before slipping off the sofa practically into Harry's lap and clung to the younger man. When they finally pulled away from each other Sev took a deep breath, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so melodramatic."

Harry smirked mischievously, "Severus Snape, drama queen, who'd a thought?"

Sev's jaw dropped and he just stared at Harry like the younger man had lost his mind.

Harry brought his hand up, "Probably should close this," he traced Sev's bottom lip, "before I get the idea to put some thing in there." His grin had turned rather wicked.

Sev snapped his mouth shut before he realized just what Harry was thinking then turned red when Harry winced slightly at the sound of his teeth coming together.

Sev leaned forward to tentatively press his lips to Harry's. Though he had initiated the kiss Sev was quick to surrender control when Harry's tongue snaked out to request admittance. The soft chiming of the clock, proclaiming curfew interrupted their snogfest.

"Damn" Harry whispered, "How'd it get so late?"

Sev smirked, and sneered, "Since when has curfew ever mattered when you are in detention with me Mr. Potter?"

Harry chuckled, that sneer used to terrify him but was so much less effective from someone laying on the floor half under you and who you had just been snogging, "Of course my dear Professor Snape, but let us not forget who's in charge here."

Sev stared at him a moment before one corner of his mouth turned up in a half smile and he shrugged. As one of his hands slid up and down Harry's side he purred, "What are you orders Master?"

It was Harry's turn to stare, thinking, 'Alright, he wants to play, we'll play.' He then grinned as he sat up, "Well if you remember, I did promise to wash your hair. Do you prefer the tub or the shower?"

Sev also sat up, ducking his head, "You don't have to. It's okay."

Harry snorted as he stood, "It needs washed. Now get naked and in the shower."

"But..." Sev sat there shocked. He had thought Harry would tell him to stop calling him that.

Harry pulled Sev to his feet, "Come on Sev, I want to do this. Let me take care of you. You know I trust you and you just proved beyond any doubt that you trust me. I promise that I wont do anything but wash you, then you can wash me."

Harry looked down a second; "It may be something to show Tommy, much as the thought of allowing him into our... private play time irks me."

Sev stood thinking a minute then nodded. He wasn't any happier than Harry but he knew he could select certain scenes and fragments of memory to show that would look a lot worse than they were. He repeated what he had said earlier, "What are you orders Master?"

Harry was leaning on the arm of the chair, "I want you to go in the bathroom, start the shower, make it hot, and strip. I'll be in, in a minute."

Sev nodded, "Yes, Master." He hesitated then turned on his heel and did as instructed. When Harry stepped into the room it was already filling with steam. Sev was just lowering his pants and jumped slightly. He quickly stepped out of them and dropped to his knees head down just as he would for the Dark Lord. He had looked at Harry only long enough to note that he had disrobed down to his boxers.

Harry frowned knowing that this was what Voldemort required but that didn't mean he wanted Sev to do that for him or anyone else. "Did I tell you to do that, Luv?"

Sev almost stopped breathing he was already doing some thing wrong, "No Master." He whispered. His breathing began again heavy and ragged as he braced himself for the punishment he knew was coming.

"Then why are you doing it?" Harry questioned softly.

Sev blinked, that was a very good question, "I... I do not know." He sat up resting his bum on his feet and glanced at Harry. He unconsciously spread his knees apart and rested his hands on his thighs.

Harry's heart gave an extra thump, and he purred, "That's much better, Luv. Sit up straight, show me what you have."

Sev blinked and glancing down he realized how much on display this position put him. He started to move has hands to cover himself as he felt the heat of the blood rushing to his face.

"Don't you dare, hide yourself from my view." Harry's voice threatened pain.

Sev froze for a moment once again bracing for the expected blow or curse, when it did not come he moved his hands to a more comfortable place on his thighs and straightened his spine before forcing his breathing to calm and the blush to recede.

Harry watched as Sev fought himself into a more calm state of acceptance.

"Now, the only other thing you need to do, is look up, so I can see those beautiful eye of yours."

Sev's eyes slowly rose to meet Harry's only to find him smiling. Harry nodded, dropped a kiss on Sev's forehead and stepped behind him. Sev took a deep breath but otherwise allowed none of the fear he was feeling to show. He sighed in relief when he recognized the feel of his hair being released from the tight braid in was in.

When Harry was done he stepped back, "Okay, into the shower."

Sev rose gracefully to his feet but hesitated before actually getting in the shower, "Um... Harry?" He waited for Harry to nod, "May I adjust the water to slightly less than scalding?"

Harry chuckled, "Yes Sev, what ever temperature makes you happy."

Harry quickly joined Sev in the shower and had lathered and rinsed Sev's hair. He began to wash the rest of Sev's body allowing his fingers to memorize each detail before dropping the flannel, picking up a clean one and handing it to Sev, "Your turn, Luv."

Sev took the flannel and tried to mimic what Harry had done while washing him, sliding his fingers across Harry's soapy back, chest and stomach before kneeling to wash his legs and feet. The last area to be washed was one that Harry had not touched on Sev.

Sev was a little unsure and looked up, the flannel still against Harry's thigh. Harry was standing one hand braced against the wall, eyes closed and a look of concentration on his face.

Biting his lip Sev slid the cloth around the inside of Harry's leg and up to cup his balls very gently washing them and the area around them before moving to the hard shaft. He was quite pleased with the groan Harry let out as he moved his cloth-covered hand up and down the hard flesh.

"Sev?" Harry's eyes were now open and he motioned for Sev to stand. When Sev was standing Harry took his hips and guided him close then removed the flannel and repositioned Sev's hand to hold both of them and with his own hand guiding Sev's motions they were both soon panting and groaning as they thrust against each other.

Sev suddenly threw his head back with an inarticulate cry of pleasure as his seed spilled from him.

Harry hearing the cry and feeling Sev shudder pulled him closer as his own orgasm hit him.

They stood just holding each other for a long time until the hot water ran out and they became aware of the chill water still sluicing over them. They shivered as they rinsed each other off, then drying and casting warming charms on each other.

Harry cast a cleaning charm on his clothes before slipping them on. As he was button his shirt Harry turned to see Sev, his shirt still unbuttoned was laying his outer clothes on the bed.

Frowning, "You aren't planning to put all that on are you?" Harry gestured at the jacket, cravat and teaching robes that were on the bed.

Sev shrugged, "It is my night for mid-night patrol." He looked at the clock. "I will escort you to your dorm and proceed with my duties."

Harry sighed, "Oh," he thought Sev looked tired and thought he should go to bed but he said, "Let me help then."

Sev was sure that he could have dressed in half the time as he did with Harry's so called help. He complained loudly but it didn't have the same venom as it used to.

When they were nearly to the entrance to Gryffindor, Harry pulled Sev into a dark alcove drawing him close and kissing him possessively, when Harry ended the kiss he caressed Sev's cheek, "Goodnight, Luv." Then he was gone, running down the hall toward his dorm.

Sev leaned against the wall smiling and thinking, 'I really ought to take points off for running in the hall. Then again I could give points for washing my hair... OH, Damn, that brat didn't braid it again.' With that thought Sev stalked down the hall robe and hair billowing around him.


A/N Hope you all like this. Posting will be irregular, just whenever I get time to write. Any suggestions, questions or comments of a constructive nature are welcomed. Flames will be used to toast marshmallows... mmm... s'mores. ;b
BertaS

PS In the wizarding world Rubber Chickens act like live chickens. Up to and including cackling or crowing and laying rubber eggs.
:)