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Hairy Snape By BertaS 2006

Disclaimer: Do I really have to tell you I don't own them.

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.

A/N: Please forgive me for taking so long, real life is a bitch.


Week End Getaway - Chapter. 7

The next morning Sev woke when the sun found its way through a small opening in the drapes to shine directly in his face. He cracked one eye slightly taking a few moments to ascertain where he was and why there was a sunbeam anywhere near him. Concluding he was in no immediate danger and that he had no reason to actually be awake yet he rolled over away from the offensive sunbeam. As he went back to sleep he smiled knowing Harry would wake him when he got up, after all teens were not know for being able to remain silent once they woke.

Some time later when he woke, again due to the unfamiliar light once again shining in his face, he managed to locate the clock this time and was amazed that he had slept so long and so well, it was well after eight.

He rose, gathered his toiletries and silently crept into the bath certain that Harry would still be sleeping. After placing silencing charms so as to not wake his host he continued with his morning routine.

On opening the bathroom door Sev became aware of an enticing aroma and followed his nose to the kitchen where he found Harry just setting down with a huge plate of waffles. He had already covered them with several kinds of fruit and sticky syrup when he noticed Severus watching him.

"Good morning Sev." He started to stand, "Do you want waffles?"

Severus shook his head, "No. I..." Harry was already moving around the kitchen, "I don't usually eat breakfast."

Harry stopped and looked at him, "You sure? How about some tea?" he was reaching for the cup and pouring before Sev said, "Yes." He then added, "Thank you." as Harry handed him the steaming cup.

Once they were both settled at the table Sev watched as Harry ate several bites. When Harry noticed Sev watching he held a forkful out, "You want a bite?" when Sev shook his head, Harry moved closer grinning, "Yes you do." Sev leaned back a little and Harry cajoled, "Come on, open up." Sev shivered slightly at the gentle command and closing his eyes he obeyed.

When the plate was clean Sev was surprised to realize that Harry had fed him quite a large portion. He really hadn't thought he was hungry but the sticky mess sat nicely in his stomach giving him an odd feeling of well-being. He helped Harry tidy the kitchen before they curled up together on the couch to continue the conversation from the previous evening. They each took turns asking and answering questions.

Sev would frequently hide his face in Harry's chest to hide his embarrassment while answering. The first time he had done this Harry had held him close and told him he didn't have to answer, which surprisingly made answering easier. He was actually able to speak of his Grandfather and the punishments he received for even the smallest of errors.

The answers to some of the questions were funny some were difficult but they were the sort of things that people that know each other well know, like, "What is your favorite color, book, food, school subject, etc?" as well as all kinds of information about their families. Such as that Severus had an older half-sister who was killed when she was young he thought it was because she was a squib but he really didn't remember her very well, he himself was the product of a second marriage to a muggleborn.

Harry was amazed by the answer he got when he ask, "Who was your first crush?" he was expecting Sev to hem and haw before answering but Sev had leaned back a little and mused, "It was in third year," a small smile was playing on the corners of his mouth, "I was absolutely, positively, convinced," he sighed, "I was in love," he grinned, "with Alice Kendelwood." The smile faded and he leaned against Harry with his eyes closed hoping to hide the pain from Harry. He knew that Harry would not let him take the blame but he was certain that the condition of Frank and Alice was at least partly his fault.

Harry had just held him closer and murmured, "The past can't be changed. We just have to let it go." He had kissed Sev on top his head, "I don't believe it's your fault and I don't think Neville would either.

They had gone for a walk in the garden not long after that. Sev noticed that while parts of the garden seemed to be in order, others were wild and overgrown. When he commented on this Harry had laughed, "I work on it when I can, eventually it will all be set to rights." They came to a bench and Harry pulled Sev down to watch the little golden birds they had seen the other night, "They're actually called Snidgets, you know." Harry commented, "They only nest in roses. I didn't find anything on any potions but quite a lot of Quidditch history." Sev just smirked as he listened to Harry prattle on about how the little birds where once hunted and then released during games and how Bowman Wright (he lived just down the block you know) had invented the winged ball that was used now things that Severus already knew from reading Quidditch Through the Ages.

Harry fixed them tinned soup and sandwiches for lunch. Then had worked on some homework at the low table in front of the couch and Sev got out a potions periodical he had brought with him. Sev was a little uncomfortable with Harry sitting on the floor at his feet and frequently caught himself watching the young man working, instead of reading.

Shortly after dinner, which the Pizza man had delivered to a Jeromy P. Starr, Severus hissed and clutched at his left arm. Harry had quickly lifted a necklace from his own neck and placed it on Sev's gently tucking it inside the older mans shirt before helping him button the jacket that he had removed earlier. "It's a portkey the word is, 'home' in Latin, ok?"

Sev nodded and leaned forward unconsciously asking for a kiss, which he received before pressing his hand to the Dark Mark and disapperating.

Severus was pleasantly surprised that he was not the last to arrive in his place in the Dark Lord's Inner Circle, managing to be there almost three whole minutes before Lucius who was questioned sharply and crucioed when his answers were found to be inadequate. Several others made their reports before Severus giving him time to worry as it appeared that they were planning a raid or several.

As soon as the Dark Lord entered his Potions Masters mind he was assaulted with images of the Potter Brat-That-Wouldn't-Die, many of the images were of the boy, in various states of undress, which he found quite disturbing. However he was more amused by the feelings of fear and humiliation that the man whose mind he was currently in associated with the Brat.

There were many images of Severus receiving a variety of possessive touches, kisses, hugs, pats, and a couple of hard swats to the bum. Some scenes just flashed by like a muggle photo others played out more like a wizarding photo.

The Dark Lord savored Severus' flair of irritation as Potter stroked his long hair and apparently agreed to allow Severus to cut it with the words, "Well, perhaps a trim."

A frustrated Severus looking into a mirror as he struggles with his newly long hair picking up a pair of shears, snarling and throwing them violently back into the drawer.

Potter laughing while Severus attempted to distance himself from the brat his feeling of humiliation and rage as the boy pulled him back and straddled him, caused the Dark Lord to smile which quickly changed to a frown with the next memory of Severus whispering, "What are your orders Master?" and Potter ordering, "Go in the bathroom and start the shower, I'll be in, in a minute."

As he watched Severus cowering, begging forgiveness at Potter's feet and expecting violence while feeling fear, shame, humiliation, and regret the Dark Lord briefly wondered what Severus had done but decided it didn't really matter as he was bemused by a strong flash of fear as Potter ordered, "Now get naked and get in the shower."

Potter snarling angrily, "Don't you dare, hide yourself from my view." As an extremely embarrassed Severus knelt naked on the bathroom floor. Followed quickly by Potter, directing Severus how to best display himself as he knelt, and then moving around behind him, causing a stab of fear in Severus.

Severus jumping in fright then curling up on the couch in fear when Potter swore loudly and angrily made the madman smile again.

A brief flash of Dumbledore's shocked face as Severus told him, "I am to allow Potter to seduce Me," this caused a smirk to appear on the evil man's face.

Severus' uncertain recollection of words in Parseltongue made the Dark Lord sniggered out loud for their inventive vulgarity.

Potter ordering, "Come here, sit down." while pointing at a chair.

Potter as he said mockingly, "Severus Snape, Drama Queen." then laughing.

Intense fear as Potter lay atop Severus grinding against him and Potter's words, "Damn it, open your eyes."

Potter seeming to loom over Severus in the potions classroom saying, "You have been a very naughty Professor, and forcing Severus' head up for an intense very demanding lip bruising kiss. It was unclear weather this was one memory or two.

Severus fearfully watching from the tub as Potter undressed.

Potter urging Severus to clean up his mess and Severus complying and seeming to enjoy the taste almost made the Dark Lord gag.

All this mixed with regular everyday images that were always present in the Potions Masters mind, brewing, teaching, and patrolling the halls and meals.

Just before pulling out of the Potions Master's mind he caught one more scene that had him trying not to cackle. It had been a long time since he had found anything truly funny enough to laugh that way about, but rubber chickens running through the Slytherin common room and chasing some of the children of his followers had to be the funniest thing he had ever seen especially since there was evidence of a huge prank war in the room.

After several minutes of soft chuckling, the Dark Lord still smiling evilly said, "You are a ssick man, SSSeveruss. Well done." he waved him away to his place in the circle. "Continue with your asssignment."

Severus had, with thinly veiled reluctance, bowed deeply and mumbled, "Yes my Lord." It was lucky that the Dark Lord was highly amused and thought the reluctance was for the assignment and let it pass.

There was a great deal of agitation and fear among the other Death Eaters. They were all glad that Snape was the lucky one to get stuck with such an assignment, what ever it was. Anything that could make the Dark Lord laugh like that and say Snape was sick was simply to terrifying to contemplate.

By the end of the meeting, most were mentally composing letters to those children to ask for information on what they had observed of the Potions Master recently and to warn them to use extreme caution around the man. Several of them were thinking of taking their children out of Hogwarts altogether especially the ones with girls. That Snape's playmate might be a boy most didn't even consider.

The answers they would get in return would not reassure them as the children would repeat and embellish the rumors. Instead of Snape simply having a lover or just getting laid, it evolved into him having a sex slave stashed somewhere in the castle. This along with recently having seen the Potions Master's punishment for being with a student could only lead them to assume that he was still playing with one of their children, and no longer being punished for it. Each would conclude that it was not their own child but they still worried. If he would touch one child that way, what was to stop him from touching another?

For these men it was one thing to kill and maim people of all ages including children but most of them would never stoop to the perversion of being sexually active with one. The punishments on those rare occasions when things had gotten out of hand and a rape had occurred, usually new recruits thinking that it was expected of them, had been quite enough to put most of the Death Eaters off sex of any kind.

This was one of the reasons that Purebloods Death Eaters had only one child, sex was strictly for procreation not pleasure. Most of them didn't even sleep in the same room with their wives. They considered the Weasleys obscene because they obviously were having sex often if the amount of children they had was anything to go by.

At the end of the meeting Sev had Disapparated to a safe location then used the portkey to return to Harry's home. He insisted that they then go to the Headmaster to make a report.

Albus welcomed them with tea, which they both accepted and offers of sweets, which they declined. "This is a pleasant surprise, what can I do for you boys this fine evening?" Albus ask with a smile and a bright twinkle.

Harry just looked at Sev, who was stony faced, "I was called this evening. There is something odd going on." He scowled at the fire and taking a deep breath continued, "The others are acting," he shook his head, "almost... frightened..." he smirked a little, "of me." The smirk became malicious, "Even Malfoy is acting skittish."

Sev bowed his head when he saw the Headmaster frowning in disapproval. "Why do you believe them to be frightened of you, Severus?" the old man asked. He knew that Severus had to act the part and participate in many distasteful activities. His sometimes-obvious reluctance was one of the reasons he was punished so often. He didn't seem to be injured now so the headmaster could only assume that Severus had willingly and enthusiastically participated in whatever sick scenario that Voldemort had enacted that night.

"I do not..." Severus frowned and sighed, "He laughed, Albus. The Dark Lord laughed while watching my memories." He took a deep breath before continuing with no emotion whatsoever, "He laughed, said I had done well and was to continue with my assignment, which, as far as I can tell, he has not actually revealed to the others."

The Headmaster's eyes narrowed slightly before he smiled and ask, "Was there anything else discussed, Severus?" he wondered what in his Potions Masters mind would cause mirth in the sadistic bastard of a Dark Lord.

Severus nodded, "There will be an attack soon although he has not said exactly when or where. I understand it will be before the Leaving Feast this year." He glanced at Harry who smiled encouragingly. "It seems to be his desire to hurt Mr. Potter through his muggleborn classmates. My guess is..." he swallowed hard, "Miss Grangers' family."

Harry gripped the arms of his chair and closed his eyes briefly. When he opened them back up Severus and Dumbledore where looking at him curiously. "I'm okay. I'll call them tomorrow morning. Encourage them to take a holiday early. Will you arrange for extra wards at their house, Sir?"

"Of course my boy, I believe an Order Member discreetly on watch would be appropriate," his eyes twinkled madly, "as well as checking on the families of the other muggleborn students.

Harry nodded, "Just make sure we don't lead him to his targets." He paused, "And, Dung needs to do something else." He sighed, "I don't want him drunk, sleeping or going off after dodgy cauldrons when he's supposed to be on guard duty." His glare rivaled Severus' 'You are an idiot that I'd like to use into a potion.' glare.

Dumbledore sighed, "Sometimes he the only one available, Harry." Severus snorted, but was ignored as the Headmaster continued; "I'll try to keep him busy with other things. Go on and get some sleep. I expect to see you both at lunch tomorrow."

Harry and Severus both nodded as they rose. Severus automatically headed for the door only to have Harry slide one arm around him and pressed his other hand to Sev's chest over the pendant the Potions Master was still wearing and whispered, "Domus."

Severus was surprised when they landed in a heap in Harry's bedroom he had arrived in the living room before. He merely lay there with his eyes closed when Harry sat up. He didn't realize Harry had leaned over him until he felt the young mans lips on his. He opened his eyes when Harry pulled away with out deepening the kiss.

Harry smiled slightly, "Alright there, Luv?"

Sev shrugged, "I am fine."

Harry raised his eyebrow as he trailed his fingers over Sev's temple and cheek, "Humm. You have a headache, don't you?"

Sev Looked away, "Well... yes... but, I've had worse."

Harry gripped the older man's chin and forced him to look him in the eye, "Then the answer to my original question is not, 'I am fine,' is it?" he stated firmly.

Severus blinked twice he knew that if Harry wanted to be the third person in his head tonight his shields would not hold. He opened his mouth but closed it again. He really wished he knew how Harry did that, he finally whispered, "No. How did you know?"

"I always have a headache when anyone rummages around in my head. Do you want a potion or a massage?" he helped Sev to his feet. "Or," his grin was almost evil, "I could kiss it all better."

Sev inhaled sharply and turned red as he thought about the last time Harry had done just that. Harry led him to the bed, "Sit down, Luv." when Sev sat on the edge of the bed he continued, "A potion first, I think." and headed toward his bathroom.

When Harry returned he handed the potion to Sev and smirked as he checked the color, sniffed at it and cautiously tasted a tiny drop before tossing the entire contents of the vial down his throat with only a slight grimace.

Harry chuckled, "What? Did you think I made it?"

Sev just smirked as he sat the empty vial on the bedside table.

Harry chuckled as he sat a small bottle of oil on the bedside table and climbed on the bed behind Sev. He quickly unbound Sev's hair and started brushing his long hair. The older man sighed tilting his head this way and that enjoying the scrape of the brush across he scalp.

Eventually Harry dropped the brush and slid one hand into the silky mass massaging softly. His other hand found its way to Sev's chest slightly surprised that he had already undone the buttons on his jacket. "Take this off." Harry whispered against Sev's ear tugging at the jacket.

Sev groaned softly as he complied with Harry's order. He was enjoying the way the young man was making him feel.

Both of Harry's hands then moved around the Potions Master and he started kissing and nibbling on his ear and neck while working on the buttons of his shirt, it wasn't long until that too was tossed aside.

When Harry urged Sev to lay down he protested, "My shoes..."

"No worries. I'll get them." Harry whispered as he removed Sev's belt.

Once Sev was reclining in the bed Harry removed his shoes and socks pausing to kiss the instep of each foot making Sev squirm trying to pull each foot away only to have Harry chuckle and crawl up the other man's body. "Ticklish? You know I will have to find out where else. Don't you?" as he reached for the waistband on the older man's pants.

Sev's hand covered Harry's just as he was moving to pull the pants off of the older man's hips. When he looked into his lovers face he could see fear and realized what Sev thought and smiled trying to reassure him.

"It's alright my love." he ran his hands up the Sev's sides as he leaned over to kiss him softly. When he pulled back Sev smiled shyly and lifted his hips and pushed his pants down.

Harry was a little concerned that Sev was breathing hard and was blushing. He caressed Sev's cheek and kissed him again before sliding down dropping kisses here and there on his chest and stomach.

Sev watched Harry closely he was a little shocked that the young man continued dropping kisses down his legs as they were revealed. On his way back up Harry stopped briefly to nibble on the inside of Sev's knee, his hip and his short ribs, each place had the man wiggling slightly and suppressing noises that sounded suspiciously like laughter.

When Harry finally reached Sev's lips he found the man biting the lower one his eyes shining and smirked, "If that's going to be bitten it's going to be by me." He then captured Sev's mouth and sucked on his bottom lip gently worrying it with is teeth until Sev let out one of those, half moan half whimpers. When Harry pulled back he whispered, "Roll over for me Luv." and reached for the oil.

Sev swallowed hard and did as Harry ordered. As Sev started too rolled Harry realized that he had been lying on the hairbrush and picked it up before barking, "Severus, face me."

Sev jerked around with a look of confusion, "Harry?"

Harry held up the brush and through grinding teeth growled, "Was it not uncomfortable to be laying on this?"

The answer he received was shaky, "Only a little..."

Harry growled and drew his arm back only to have Sev cringe, eyes shut tight and arms thrown over his head. The brush clattering against the wall made him peek at Harry who was still kneeling on the bed beside him jaw clinched and eyes closed.

Sev lowering his arms made Harry open his eyes, "I cannot, take care of you, if you do not tell me, when you are in pain or something is wrong." he forced his voice to be completely calm.

"I... I thought you knew it was there." Sev whispered very quietly. "Will you...?" he took a shuddering breath, "Am I to be punished?"

Harry sighed, his shoulders drooping slightly and shook his head, "No, just," he leaned toward Sev caressing his cheek, "just promise me that you will tell me from now on, if something makes you uncomfortable or causes you pain. Ok?"

Sev nodded whispering, "I promise." he then sat up and lay his head against Harry's chest and shivered. "It frightens me Harry. The thought of... doing... having..." he choked shivering harder.

Harry lifted Sev's chin, "Sev are you afraid I'm going to hit you?"

Sev shook his head, "No, if you were going to beat me, you would have already done so." He was a little calmer now and snuggled closer. "I'm afraid of what I think you were getting ready to do this evening."

When Harry answered Sev could hear the smirk, "Just what do you think I was going to do, My Love?"

Sev pulled away and sneered, "Don't mock me Mr. Potter. You will quickly find that I do not respond well to it."

Harry smiled sadly, "No, Professor Snape does not. How ever I should be allowed to gently tease My Sev." He became stern, "Now, tell me exactly what you thought was happening."

Sev stared at the young man for a long while before bowing his head and whispering, "I thought... I was wrong though wasn't I? You weren't going to, were you?" he was shaking again and Harry could feel that he was truly terrified.

"To what Baby? You have to tell me. I can't fix it if I don't know what's wrong." Harry had to ask as he gathered Sev to him stroking his hair. He wanted no misunderstanding on this it was too important.

Sev finally whispered almost too softly to be heard, "to bugger me."

Harry shook his head kissing Sevs forehead, "I know you're not ready for that." he pulled the shivering man closer, "and the way you said that implied that it's more for my pleasure then yours." Harry made Sev look up at him. "When I make love to you I want you to enjoy it too."

Sev nodded, his breathing was still a little ragged, "I'll try." He took a deep breath shivering again.

"That's all anyone could ask." He was holding Sev close sliding his hand up and down is back. When Sev shivered harder he ask, "Are you cold Baby?"

Sev let out a noise that sounded almost like a laugh, "A little, I am naked you know?"

Harry chuckled, "So you are." His hand slid to Sev hip smiling, "Delightfully so, I might add." Then more briskly, "Alright we're skipping the massage, under the covers you go." He ordered while standing and stripping off his own pants. Then as he shivered a little himself, he cast a charm to raise the temperature in the room and crawled in the bed gathering Sev close.

Sev smiled at him, "That's what the oil was for wasn't it? A massage?"

Harry smiled back nodding before gently kissing him. When they broke for air Harry settled himself, "Sleep now Baby."

Sev chuckled again, "That sounds a bit off you know?" He looked into the brilliant green eyes, "I'm almost twenty years older than you, yet you call me baby."

Harry laughed and hugged Sev tight, "I'll think of some thing else if you don't like it."

Sev snuggled closer and sighed, "Its ok, I don't mind." He sighed again and his breathing evened out in sleep. Harry was not far behind in joining him in the arms of Morpheus.


A/N Well there is chapter 7 I hope it was worth the wait I will try to get the next one out sooner but as I said at the start, 'real life is a bitch'. I could site that in the middle of this chapter I went to Indiana for my 20 year class reunion, on a motorcycle (My ass will never be the same). There were no chores done while I was gone (Guess who got to do them all). One of my dogs died, in front of my children no less. But that would just be excuses.

Oh just rereading and Jeromy Phate Starr is the full pseudonym or acronym. :) which ever you want to call it.

Please let me know what you think. Any constructive ideas or suggestions as to what kind of trouble our boys might get into are welcome. BertaS