A/n: I'm super sorry for the wait! I'm taking a few online classes and they have seriously been absorbing all my time! My final exams are on August 7th so I plan on writing a bunch in the week I have off before fall semester starts. I need to get this story moving along. I have no idea how long this story will be but considering we're on chapter 6 and we are only on Tuesday afternoon on the first week of school… I say this story is going be pretty long. I hope this chapter is worth the wait. It's at least a thousand words longer than the other ones. In fact I had to break a good chunk out and use it as the start of my next chapter. :p If any of you lovely readers have a tumblr feel free to add me at SectumSeverus19. I post about this story from time to time, and I would love to chat Snarry with you all. I need to follow all the Snarry lovers I can!
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Chapter 6- Don't Cry Over Spilled Milk
The smile playing on Harry's lips was soon forgotten when Seamus, in his haste to grab the salt, knocked over Harry's drink. Due to his injury Harry of course, couldn't get up fast enough and was forced to endure liquid seeping in to his shirt and pants. The spilt milk effectively ruined the parchment for the letter to the Weasleys.
"Oh shit, Sorry Harry." Seamus apologized.
"Uh, it's ok Seamus don't worry about it." Harry said, slowly getting up from the table. "I'm going to go ahead and get cleaned up, and write my letter um… else where." Harry said handing the bottle of ink over to Hermione. His hand stalled over the quill. He really didn't want to give it back. Snape had touched it and Harry quite honestly, wanted to keep it forever because of it. "Uh, Hermione? Do you mind if I use this quill I forgot to pick some up at Diagon Alley and I just broke my last one earlier…" Hermione nodded her consent and Harry couldn't help but feel pleased. "Excellent, thanks Hermione I owe you one."
"That's right Harry, no use crying over spilled milk, you got a quill out of it." Harry snorted at Hermione's joke and left too clean himself up. If anything good came out of that situation it was that he got that quill, and the fact that no one said anything to him about the Snape incident. He didn't feel up to having to control his emotions about Snape right now. He was so confused about everything. He liked Snape, He didn't like Snape, but if he like Snape that meant he was gay. Which, Harry was still confused about as well. Harry hadn't really felt anything for another guy before, but then again maybe he just hadn't been paying attention. Harry thought quietly to himself as he stuffed some parchment and ink in to his bag. Tossing a jumper over his things He paid no attention to the brand new pack of quills laying in his trunk. He had the Snape quill and that's all that mattered. His allegiance would lie with that quill for the foreseeable future. Harry smiled at the thought as he made his way out of his room and towards the bathroom. He pushed open the bathroom door only to be met with the sound of running water, the unmistakable sound of flesh on flesh, and a deep moan. Someone was wanking in the shower. Quietly, Harry closed the door and stood awkwardly not sure what to do. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure he was alone and crept a little closer to the noise. He knew he shouldn't be listening but he couldn't help but feel intrigued. Suddenly the water turned off in the shower and Cormac McLaggen stepped out wrapping a towel around his waist. The sight of Harry startled him however, and he slipped on some water falling on his ass, legs spread open wide exposing himself. Harry was to shocked too react, though he couldn't have missed the show even if he tired. A very wet, very shocked Cormac lay sprawled out on the floor. Drops of water dripped from his hair, past his strong jaw, and down his well toned chest travelling down his stomach. Harry couldn't help but notice the member that rested between McLaggen's thighs. Though it was soft, Harry couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed at the size. It appeared McLaggen was less endowed than he always bragged to be. The feeling of disappointment startled Harry.
"What the hell do you think you're doing Potter? Spying on me in the shower. Getting your own rocks off no doubt by the looks of the wet spot on your pants. You bloody tosser." McLaggen spat defensively, covering himself and getting to his feet. Harry quickly schooled his face into an impassive mask and replied. "I'm not the one who's tossing McLaggen. Obviously any fool could see I got something spilled on me, which is the reason why I came in here. I don't fancy walking around the school smelling like sour milk. Besides, I wouldn't be getting my rocks off with the likes of you. You don't have enough interests me. I suggest the next time you have a wank put up a silencing spell." Harry froze momentarily hoping McLaggen took 'You don't have enough to interest me' to mean he didn't have the right parts and not what he actually meant. Cormac narrowed his eyes at Harry and spoke.
"Are you sure about that Potter?"
"About you putting up a silencing spell? Yeah I'm pretty sure thanks, no one wants to hear that." Harry said scrunching up his face in disgust.
Cormac rolled his eyes. "I meant about you being attracted to me."
"I- What-" Harry said eyes widening as McLaggen advanced said backing Harry Up against the sink. He pressed his lips to Harry's in a kiss. Harry froze stunned. Willing his body not to react to the pleasant feeling of a naked male chest pressed up against him he pushed McLaggen off with all the force he could muster with a one handed shove.
McLaggen smirked. "Well Potter, I guess you were right. You're not gay after all. I'm not either, just testing to see if you were a shirt lifter and spying on me. Actually, do you think you think you could put in a good word for me with your pal Granger? I'd like to get on a first name basses with her. You know what I mean?"
"Sod off McLaggen."
Cormac smirked and turned to leave the bathroom without a further word to Harry. Gritting his teeth Harry turned too the sink and started to wash the milk out of his clothes. It was a good thing he could convince McLaggen he was straight because Harry made up his mind he sure as hell wasn't. There was no doubt in Harry's mind that he was gay. Though, he was not interested in McLaggen. The guy was good looking there was no doubt about it, but His face was much too short and square, and his eyes and voice lacked a certain intensity and luster for Harry's liking. Besides, he found the guy far to irrigating for any real feelings. He couldn't deny the fact the he enjoyed the feeling of a lightly stubbled jaw and a well-toned chest pressed up against him. He enjoyed the feeling far more than he had with any kiss with a girl. Lost in his thoughts and forgetting to cast a drying charm Harry made his way too Defense class. He figured he'd knock a few birds out with one stone. He'd please Snape by not being late, maybe even get to see him if the man arrived early, he'd write the letter, and read his potions book with whatever time he had left.
Severus sat back on his couch sated and pleased. He was not proud with how quick he came, but he was pressed for time and had no time for teasing. It had to be quick, fast, and dirty, slow and teasing would come later. In a particularly good mood Snape snorted at his accidental pun. Yes, slow and teasing would definitely come later, but they wouldn't be the only things that came. A catcall sounded behind him and Severus startled whipping his head around to see who made the noise. He let out a breath when he realized it was just the portrait on his wall. "That was quite a show you put on Severus. Tell me, whom was it that made you react quite like that? He must be one hell of a lad. I haven't seen you act like that in quite some time. Normally, you can at least make it to your bedroom before you start to undress." The man in the portrait said, flashing Snape an amused grin. The man was in his mid to late thirties and was rather attractive. He was fair skinned, and had dark eyes, high prominent cheekbones, and well kept curly chestnut hair. He sat in a chair leaning on the armrest, crossing his legs, and lightly tapping the air with his top foot in amusement.
"Shut it, Ivan. I don't have to explain myself too you, and I'm sure as hell not going to talk about my fantasies."
"Just as well we don't have much time to chat."
When Snape looked confused Ivan raised an eyebrow and added, "Your next class starts in about fifteen minutes doesn't? Are you going to clean yourself up a bit or do you plan on going to class with your pants around your ankles, dick flapping about, and spunk splattered on your chest?"
Snape's eyes widened and he swore. "Fuck! Damn it, I forgot. Sod it all!" Immediately he banished the semen on his chest and hand, completely forgetting about the small splash that landed on the couch's armrest in his haste. Quickly Snape spelled his shirt closed and pulled up his pants, tucking in his shirt and buckling his belt. Racing around the room he pulled his still buttoned robes on over his head and buttoned up the few remaining buttons. Grabbing his shoes he plopped back on the couch and slipped them on. Satisfied with his dress, using the armrest Snape propelled himself off the couch and made his way too his personally kitchen. He hadn't finished his lunch he was a bit peckish now. Snape grabbed and apple and made his way to head out the door to go too class. On his way out the door Ivan called out to him "Try not to jump the Potter kids bones during class!" Snape paused mid step and poked his head back in to his rooms, narrowing his eyes at the portrait. Ivan smirked and added, "I heard you moaning in you're sleep last night, next time I suggest you put up a silencing spell."
Snape snorted. "Oh I did, you're just a nosy portrait that likes to take trips to the paintings in my room. You better watch yourself there Ivan, I may just accidently toss your frame in to a wood chipper. "
Ivan looked affronted and Snape snorted again and left his room. There was a certain bounce in his step and an almost cheery atmosphere around him as he walked towards the classroom. He could almost whistle he was in such a great mood. However, he had a certain persona to keep up and Severus Snape never whistled in public. Instead he settled for eating his apple and glaring at any student that dared to look at him, inwardly smirking in amusement at the intimidated looks he received back. When he reached the classroom he reached for his wand to do a wordless unlocking spell only to pause. He never had to lock his room any more, there wasn't any potions ingredients that he had to keep away from students. Snorting at himself he took another bite of his apple and opened the door and all but bounced into the room. Severus got one look at the back of a head with messy hair and stopped mid step and mid chew. He tensed even further when green eyes met his own. He hadn't been prepared to interact with Harry yet. He had after all just pleasured himself to the thought of the Wizard. 'Oh fuck. What the fuck am I going to do? What should I do? How should he I react? Why is he here so early? Why isn't he saying anything? Should I say something?' Snape thought panicking. Slowly and awkwardly he continued to chew and closed the door behind him. Composing himself he stalked to the front of the room, well aware of the green eyes following his movements. Chancing a glance at Harry he noticed the wizard staring at the green apple in his hand. Deciding to conduct an experiment he leaned on his desk, and took a bite of the apple. Watching as Harry's eyes followed every movement of his hand. Harry quickly looked back down at his book when the hand reached Snape's mouth. Snape continued to eat his apple and watched Harry pretend to read his potions book. The younger wizard couldn't seem to concentrate and glanced up towards the front of the room every few seconds. 'How interesting,' Snape thought as he tossed his half eaten apple in the bin.
Harry couldn't concentrate on anything the Half Blood Prince had to say as soon as the man had stepped into the room. He was too preoccupied with the fruit Snape had in his hand. 'Who knew Snape with a piece of fruit could look so sexy? Of course it would be sexy, the man could make anything sexy. Wait no; this is your professor you're talking about Harry. This is Snape, you don't think he sexy. He's just the first guy you encountered after you realized you where 100% gay. Yeah, yeah, that it. It has nothing to do with his deep intense eyes, or how good his hands felt on your hips, or how good he smells, or how much you'd rather have his lips on yours instead of that apple…' As Harry battled internally with himself he hadn't realized he had been staring until that moment, and he immediately dropped his eyes. Every time he heard a crunch he would take a glance at Snape and that damned apple, the temptation was too strong. 'It's just Snape and an apple, nothing unusual it's not like he doesn't eat. Look at those fingers though; the pale green of the apple seriously goes great with his skin tone. That sinful mouth of his, I would love for him to show me all the sinful things he can do with that mouth. No Harry stop it. It's just Snape and an apple. It's just Snape, it's just an apple. Snape, apple, Snape, apple… Snapple. Yeah Snapple that's got a nice ring to it. Snapple, it's my new favorite thing. I mean wait, no, no it's not. Fuck.' Harry thought as he glanced up and saw Snape toss the apple in the trash and sinfully suck one of his fingers clean. Harry's mouth went dry and he let out a small squeak when all the blood in his body seemed to run south.
At the sound Snape's eyes snapped to Harry's face and raised an eyebrow in question. Not knowing what to do harry stayed silent and stared back at his professor.
"Mr. Potter, why are you here so early? Certainly you would much rather be with your friends down in the great hall?" Snape asked slowly approaching the table Harry was sitting at. Harry straightened and his breath caught in his throat as he silently panicked. When Snape arrived at the table he put two hands on the desk and leaned forward. A smirk was plastered on his face and his eyes blazed with a certain intensity that Harry had never seen before. It wasn't anger present in Snape's eyes but a different emotion entirely that Harry wasn't accustomed too. The professor raised an eyebrow waiting for his question to be answered. Harry tried to speak but all that came out was a squeak. It would appear that He had forgotten how to form words.
"Cat got your tongue potter? Hm, well would you care to enlighten me as to why your shirt is wet?"
Harry looked down noticing his damp shirt and noticing how see through the fabric was.
"Seamus spilled my drink on me… I had to wash it out… Sir" Harry uttered his voice cracking.
"Are you not a wizard? Why did you not cast a drying charm on yourself?" Snape inquired raising and eyebrow.
"I forgot. Sir."
"You forgot? Yes well that's not surprising coming from you…" Snape tore his eyes from Harry's face and glance down once more at his wet shirt enjoying the small shiver that ran up his back. Snape leaned a little closer and lowered his voice. "Would you like some help with that Mr. Potter?"
Harry's prick bobbed at the suggestion and his breath hitched. "Sir?"
"Your shirt Potter, do you want me to dry it for you?"
The table concealed his lower half; of course Snape was talking about his shirt. Harry visibly relaxed though he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed as well. Realizing Snape was waiting for an answer he spoke. "Uh, yes Sir. Please."
"Very well, I'm going to need you too scoot your stool back a bit." Snape said as he pulled out his wand.
In a panic Harry squeaked and grabbed Snape's wrist, fingers touching something sticky under the sleeve.
"Is there a problem Potter?" Snape questioned.
"N-No Sir. I- Um… Sorry" Harry stuttered withdrawing his hand from Snape's wrist. He panicked trying to think of a plan. How was he going to hide the bulge in his pants from Snape if he had to scoot back? Severus was becoming increasingly amused as he watched the green-eyed wizard struggle with some sort of inside battle. He watched as the face in front of him became increasingly redder in embarrassment. Snape couldn't help the wave of lust that washed over him and wondering how far that blush actually went down. Remembering he was supposed to be a snarky bastard and not a lust filled teenager he snapped himself out if it and snapped at Harry. "Potter! What on earth is wrong with you, get on with it."
Startled Harry uttered a wandless glamor on his crotch and scooted back. Snape noticed a ripple of magic settle over Harry's crotch and raised an eyebrow in question but decided not to say anything. He pointed his wand at Harry's shirt and cast the drying spell. Snape watched as Harry closed his eyes in embarrassment and the small tremor of pleasure that shook the young man's frame at the first blast of his spell. 'How interesting…' Snape thought. Snape cast the spell and trailed it gently up Harry's sides drinking in the sight of Harry's slightly parted lips. Not wanting to stop the teasing he trailed the spell across Harry's abdomen where his shirt met his pants. Fully drying his shirt Snape moved on too Harry's pants casting the charm up and down the tops of his thighs. I tremor of pleasure traveled up Harry's spine and Snape wondered just how far he could push the boundaries. He cast the charm and tickled the insides of Harry's thighs deliberately ignoring the teen's bulge that was no doubt present under a glamor. Harry gasped and Snape ignored the twitch of renewed interest in his cock gave at the sounds. He put his wand away and leaned forward on the table. He clearly spoke the last spell that sent a rush of magic straight to Harry's groin. The velvet voice wrapped around him and the blast of tingling magic was almost too much. He bit his lip as a few tremors wracked his body. He willed himself not to moan, he was already embarrassed enough he didn't need to add to it by coming in his pants and moaning in pleasure. A small shiver ran up Snape's spine at the sight of Harry's obvious pleasure, he wondered if one more blast wound send the gorgeous young man over the edge. His fingers twitched in pleasure as he leaned closer. Rocking forward on his toes he was just about to utter the spell when the door to his classroom banged open and a certain bushy haired know-it-all walked in. Snape stood ramrod straight and the noised startled Harry so bad he jumped and toppled off his stool. Completely aware of the tension in the room Hermione narrowed her eyes at her DADA Teacher. He was still a professor however, and she wouldn't dare to question him to his face. Snape just sneered at her in a response, clasped his hands behind his back and turned stalking towards his desk to sit down.
Harry with the injured shoulder was still scrambling to get off the floor. He caught sight of Snape's movements and noticed the blob of slightly smeared substance that was on his professor's sleeve. Harry had paused in efforts and looked down at his own fingers rolling them together. They were slick and sticky. Hermione had reached her friend at this point and helped him off the ground. "Honestly Harry, you need to pull yourself together. Do you think you can mange without me for a few minutes while I go to the bathroom?" Hermione said. Harry just glared at her as he sat back on his stool. Hermione shook her head and turned to walk out of the classroom. She completely missed the look of pure irritation Snape was giving her. 'The little twerp couldn't have gone too the bathroom first?! No, of course not she had to interrupt and ruin the moment. Sodding know-it-all with her bad timing and questioning looks.' Snape thought and glanced quickly at Harry who was inspecting his fingers.
The substance on Harry's fingers felt familiar. 'It feels like- no; of course it couldn't be that. There was no way. Could it?' Harry thought as he brought his fingers to his nose to smell them. His breath caught in his throat as he took in the familiar musty salty smell. His cheeks flared red as he realized what was on his fingers. He Had Snape's spunk on his fingers. He didn't understand why he wasn't repulsed, in fact he was overcame with the feeling to taste it. Harry brought one finger to his lips and brought it to his mouth. It was tangy and salty but not unpleasant. Suddenly realizing what he was doing he withdrew the digit and whipped his fingers clean on the inside cover of his potions book. The smeared liquid was already starting to dry. 'I can't believe I did that. I tasted my fingers… I tasted him… I've tasted my professor's spunk. Snape! I've tasted Snape's little buddies! I liked it! What the fuck is wrong with me? Why can't I be normal? Of course I didn't like it. Of course I don't want to do it again.' Except Harry did want to do it again, his mind was currently coming up with all sorts of dirty fantasies of sucking his professor off. His still hard member strained angrily against the fabric of his pants and Harry had to sit on his hand to keep himself from touching it. The fantasies stopped once Harry had a thought. 'What if it's not his? What if it was someone else's? He did leave early during breakfast. Fuck. He probably went too meet someone else for a quickie. But Snape's not gay right? So it could be his? But what if he is gay? Seamus thinks he is. Damn it Harry get a hold of yourself. It shouldn't matter if he's gay or not it's not like you can have him anyway. He hates you remember? Plus it's not like you're interested in him… I mean he's Snape. The bastardly, snarky, caustic, dark, mysterious, sexy, bat of the dungeon. Yeah that's what he is. He's a bastard. You don't like him. You're just confused because he's the first male you've seen since you found out you were gay. Yeah that's it.' Harry reassured himself again and looked up. Intense black eyes looked up from a stack of papers and met green eyes. Harry's throat went dry and he went back to thinking. 'Oh funk. Snape. He has stuff on his sleeve. What should I do? Should I tell him?'
Steeling himself in his seat Harry brought forth his Gryffindor courage. He looked back up at the still staring black eyes and blushed. Those eyes smoldered with an unidentified emotion, and Harry momentarily forgot what he was supposed to say.
"Um Sir." Harry started off shakily. "You have something on your sleeve."
Snape looked curiously at his student for a moment before flipping over his sleeve, understanding exactly why Harry was blushing so deeply. There it was staring at him right in the face, the evidence of his little escapade. Casting a silent and wandless Scourgify and the unholy remnants of his fantasies vanished from his sleeve. 'The couch. The fucking couch. I forgot to clean off the couch.' Snape realized. Clenching his jaw a very embarrassed blushing Severus Snape lifted his head to look directly into the star of his fantasies face. He expected a smirk or a taunting comment but all he got was a Harry Potter that appeared to be just as embarrassed as himself. Not expecting that reaction the snarky comments sizzled off his tongue and Snape's blush deepened. Neither said a word, they just sat staring and blushing at each other in an awkward silence. The door to the classroom opened and for the first time in his life Severus thanked merlin for the presence of Hermione Granger. Coughing awkwardly he looked down to busy himself with getting ready for class, his hair falling forward in curtains hiding his embarrassment from view.
Hermione took her seat next to Harry as the rest of the class started to file in to the classroom. Taking in Harry and Snape's mannerisms Hermione leaned over to whisper in Harry's ear.
"What did I miss?"
"Nothing."
"Yeah right. It doesn't look like nothing."
"It was nothing. Just drop it."
"Oh, just tell me!" Hermione said like a girl asking for the latest gossip.
Harry looked up from getting his stuff out of his bag and looked her in the face. "I said drop it Hermione. Nothing happened. Just drop it and get your stuff out before Snape notices."
Surprised at Harry's reaction Hermione let the conversation fall silent in favor of getting prepared for class. As the clock chimed quietly signaling the start of class Ron entered the classroom looking disheveled. Ron slinked to the front of the room trying to go unnoticed and sat down next to Hermione. He flashed a smile at his friends feeling liberated that he hadn't gotten caught.
"Why'd you guys have to sit in the front today? Hermione's idea no doubt." Ron mumbled. Hermione glanced sideways at Harry who was feeling sexually frustrated from lack of release and annoyed just glared back.
"I had such a hard time sneaking in. I had to dodge and duck in between desks." Ron squawked
Without raising his head Snape started talking. "I assure you Weasley, I noticed. Ten points from Gryffindor for being late."
Ron groaned. "Ah man, bloody guy must have super sonic hearing. He is a bat after all. I swear the man needs to get laid or jerk off or something he's too bloody tense."
Harry tensed. "Bats have sonar Ron, not 'super sonic hearing' and maybe if you weren't off snogging Lavender Brown you wouldn't be late and costing us points."
Hermione looked hurt at the news and Ron looked surprised.
"How'd you know about that? You were in the hospital wing."
"Please, I saw the way she was looking at you in your brothers shop, and the way she was practically drooling at the welcome feast. I can guarantee she wasn't drooling over her Pumpkin Pasties but over something else orange. Plus I saw you flirting with her in the common room that night. Besides, Your hair is tousled, your tie is loose in crooked, your lips are swollen, and you've got a bit of lip color on your caller. I imagine that if I passed Lavender in the hall she would look quite the same." Harry said nonchalantly and quite enough that the rest of the students couldn't hear him. He may be annoyed but he didn't want to embarrass Ron in front of everyone.
Ron looked like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, and Harry couldn't help but feel satisfied. That feeling wavered slightly when he saw how hurt Hermione looked. He knew she had a thing for Ron and he hadn't meant to be that harsh but Ron needed to hear it. Besides he didn't have it in him too coddle his friend's feelings right now. Snape couldn't help but smirk to himself at Harry's observation skills and cleverness. It appeared the teen was just as frustrated as he was.
"Snape isn't the only one who needs to wank…" Ron mumbled after getting over his initial shock. Harry mildly embarrassed caused by his current predicament between his legs blushed, but glared at his friend nonetheless. Snape on the other hand felt oddly defensive over Harry and sat up straight, crossed his arms, and glared at the red head. When Ron finally met his teacher's eye Snape spoke. "Your concern over my health is touching, Mr. Weasley." Snape Drawled sarcastically. "I get on quite fine…. And frequent. Your concern is not needed. Detention with Filtch, tonight."
Ron looked positively horrified. Snape didn't know which one was playing in his mind right now but he was certain the red headed nuisance was picturing him in the throws of pleasure either by himself or accompanied. Judging by the boys face his little innuendo did the trick. Sneaking a small glance at Harry the younger wizard answered with a small smile and his heart skipped a beat. Snape didn't know what he was doing. He didn't know if Harry was interested in him or even gay, but he did know that what ever he was doing he was playing a dangerous game and didn't want to stop.
A/N: Ahh! I had so much fun writing this chapter! I hope you all liked it. I know the whole thing with Ron and Lavender is a bit early but it works better in my plot that way. I'm basing this story loosely on the 6th book. Events may or may not happen. I haven't decided if I want to add the horcux hunt yet or even if horcruxes exist. However I know for a fact that Dumbledore's hand is not cursed at this point in my story. I hope you all enjoyed that chapter. And don't forget to favorite, follow, and review!