Age Is Just A Word Chapter 8
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Here's Chapter 8 of Age. I hate it when Hubby is home all weekend. He hogs the computer and it wrecks my schedule. Hope you all like!
Age Is Just A Word
Chapter 8
By Corgi
In the decrepit manor house in Little Hangleton a circle of black robes figures stood silently. Fear was a visible miasma in the room. The cause was pacing the inside of the circle. The silent figures flinched each time the demon got near them, though they tried hard to suppress it. Finally the caged beast that was the Dark Lord ceased his agitated movements. A thin skeletal finger pointed to one man and then another. The two men let the circle of their peers and knelt at the feet of the monster known as Lord Voldemort.
"You two will go and discover the whereabouts of Potter's safe-house. You, Finkley, will go through the Ministry files and you, Weasley, will return to your family fold. They are close to Potter and the mudblood lover will have informed them of the brat's location."
Both kneeling men shuddered and voiced their acknowledgement of his orders and slowly back out of the room. Voldemort didn't bother to look at them again as they made their hasty retreat out the door. He turned to Lucius Malfoy and pinned the blonde aristocrat with his red-eyed glare.
"You, Malfoy, will meet with your son this coming Hogsmeade weekend and find out exactly what happened. I also want to know why he didn't inform you of both of their disappearances. I do not tolerate failure of any type! Crucio!"
Lucius screamed in agony as the spell sent lances of fire through his veins. It went on so long that his body gave up the fight and retreated into darkness. The only way it had to negate the agony surging through it. For long moments Lucius knew nothing but darkness, though it didn't last for long. He body was forced awake by another spell and slowly he forced his body to its feet. Only he and a few other Death Eaters remained in the room with the Dark Lord.
"You have my orders, Malfoy." The Dark Lord spat with so much venom that Lucius flinched in reaction. Being called by his last name indicated that he lost the Dark Lord's favour and it would be hell to get it back again. "See that they are followed! Be gone!"
"Yes, my Lord." Lucius managed to utter without stuttering and slowly back out of the room and once he crossed the threshold ran for the boundaries of the manor.
Once outside the Dark Lord's anti-apparation wards he disapparated for his home. Again he collapsed once he was inside the gates and wards of his home. It was happening more and more frequently since the Dark Lord regained his body and faced failure after failure when it came to killing the Boy-Who-Lived. Snarling silently he forced himself to his feet and staggered to his front door, which opened silently at his approach. Ten minutes later he was collapsing into the chair behind his desk. Waiting for him was a vial of Snape's blasted post Cruciatus potion. He downed the potion and laid he head against the back of his chair as he waited for the potions effects to begin. When the pain receded into nothing he pulled a piece of snowy white parchment embossed with the Malfoy family crest and began writing to his son. When he was done he called for one of the family eagle-owls to bear the letter to Draco at Hogwarts.
He felt the need to inflict pain and decided to head to Muggle London in search of a victim. There were whores enough out there that one going missing wouldn't be too big of a deal. A plan firmly fixed in his mind he went upstairs to change out of the clothes the Dark Lord ruined and into something that would blend in with the filthy Muggles without notice. Less than hour later he was striding towards the boundaries of his own wards and apparated to an alleyway he has used frequently for the task when ever he went to London to hunt. He mad sure his clothes were their usual immaculate state before gliding out of the s the darkened alley in search of prey. He watched the street corners and the fronts of the various clubs, both wizard owned and Muggle, for a suitable target.
He approached the location of a prominent gay club, owned by a couple of Mudbloods he had the misfortune of going to school with, when he saw a surprising familiar shirt. It looked exactly like the expensive red silk one Narcissa had made for Snape, which she gave him after Draco's naming ceremony. It wouldn't surprise him to find that the traitor sold the shirt; his lips curled into a sneer at the thought. He watched as the figure approached the door to the club and saw a slightly smaller figure enter the club with the man in the red silk shirt. Now more curious about the person and slightly alarmed considering the report from Hogwarts, Lucius abandoned his quest and entered the club a minute behind the two men. He watched from the shadows as the two men entered a booth. As the man in the red shirt slid in after his companion, Lucius got a good view of the mystery person's profile and what little colour he had drained away. It was Snape and he didn't look older at all, in fact he looked much younger, in his twenties to be exact. He moved to a shadowy corner of the bar to watch the two in hopes of identifying Snape's companion as he tried to figure out what went wrong. Draco knew which potion to give each victim. He made sure of it. While sipping a fire whiskey he studied the booth Snape and his catamite were in. He had a good view of Snape from where he sat, but he couldn't catch a glimpse of the other man. As he continued to observe the booth and its occupants from the shadows he noticed that the waiter's were bringing a consistent supply of drinks to the table.
Eventually Snape must have convinced his partner to dance and, to Lucius horror, he was leading a slightly older Potter onto the dance floor. Fear filled his very being as he watched Snape, who for the first time used that blasted shampoo Narcissa foisted upon him years ago, pull the green clad and giggling Boy-Who-Lived out onto the dance floor. The two, once out among the other couples, melted into each other's arms making it hard to tell where one ended and the other began. Much to Lucius' surprise, Snape was nuzzling Potter's hair and the very thought of them being involved made Lucius ill. When Snape began to devour the Potter's mouth in a lustful manner, Lucius left as quickly as he could without drawing attention to himself. All his plans for the night were forgotten as he fled to Malfoy Manor. He was going to strengthen the wards around his home before confronting his incompetent son in the morning. There was no way he was going to wait until the next Hogsmeade weekend to find out what the brat did wrong.
Severus was oblivious to everything except the giddy feeling of freedom and Harry. The green-eyed man looked fantastic in clothes that Severus lent him and he flushed every time Harry looked at him with an appreciative look in his eyes. Harry looked around wide-eyed as they entered the club. Severus noticed the envious glances of many of the patrons as they made their way to an empty booth. They ordered drinks for a while until the alcohol loosened Harry's inhibitions a bit and then Severus dragged him onto the dance floor. A slow song was playing and Harry practically melted against him as they swayed to the music. He felt the presence of the other men in the room and knew they were after Harry. Severus wasn't about to allow them to take his Harry away and set about making sure they knew they weren't wanted. It never crossed his mind that some of those closing in were staring at them nor did he notice Harry glaring at the encroaching individuals.
Severus tangled his left hand in Harry's hair and pulled his head back so he could claim those luscious lips in a possessive kiss. Harry moaned in response and opened his mouth for Severus' exploration. As Harry melted against him even more and clung to him like a limpet, the green-eyed man tucked the fingers of both hands into the waistband of his trousers, down to the knuckle. Severus shivered when he felt those finger tips brush the crack of his arse. After thoroughly mapping the younger man's mouth he broke away to catch his breath and returned to Harry's mouth to coax the other's tongue to come out and play. After a while the music changed to one with a vastly quicker beat and Severus had enough of the drooling mass surrounding them.
"Care to try a different club, Harry." He asked the green clad man after casting a noise dimming charm around them.
"Yeah, I'm tired of glaring at those idiots staring at your arse. They just can't take a hint. You're mine and I'm not letting you go." Harry snarled and glared over Severus' shoulder.
Severus was shocked and turned so he could look over his shoulder and to his surprise there were a group of men behind him staring fixedly at his bum. He was feeling distinctly uncomfortable with the attention. He's never recalled having this much attention those few times he went clubbing with Stephen and he didn't think he changed that much. He dragged Harry back to their booth for one last drink before leaving and once the bar tab was paid they made their way to the next club on the strip. The evening continued in much the same vein. They drank, danced and left after being ogled by the other patrons. As the night progress they both got drunker and drunk and Severus found that Harry became very giggly when intoxicated. He also became bolder and more of an exhibitionist as the alcohol made its way through his body. By the time the sun made its appearance on the horizon, Severus was just as drunk as Harry. The last club they were in was a wizard owned one and the owner wouldn't allow Severus to apparate them home. The wizard insisted the floo back to Hogsmeade and provided them with hooded cloaks to hide their identities. Severus got the impression that the man thought they were Hogwarts students under glamour charms and he wasn't about to inform him other wise.
The arrived in the fireplace of the Three Broomsticks and staggered back to the school singing at the top of their lungs. Severus barely remembered to take them through the secret passages and the two giggled at the sound of their drunken singing echoing off the walls as the stumbled back to Severus' rooms. Once inside he shoved Harry against the door and devoured his mouth again. All the snogging they did through the course of the night gave Harry enough practice to overcome his earlier inexperience. They dueled for dominance with their tongues and as the kiss continued they began an unusual dance. They swayed across the sitting room slamming into tables and chairs causing various objects to fall off of their surfaces. Books fell to the floor when the collided with a bookshelf and various bits of glass shattered as they tried to dominate their drunken dance. The few objects still in place or unbroken were saved by their sudden collision with Severus' bed. Air became a distinct problem forcing the two to end their battle for dominance.
Severus recovered first and began to torture the other man's neck as Harry tried desperately to catch his breath. The buzz from the alcohol and the taste of Harry's sweat soaked skin brought another need to prominence. His arousal caused his trapped cock to throb painfully in his tight trousers. A small corner of his mind not fogged by alcohol reasserted itself and insisted that ripped the clothes off Harry and pounding him, or being pounded by him, into the mattress was not a good idea. Desperate for relief his shifted, as he marked the smaller man's neck with a love bite, until his pelvis was aligned with Harry's. He ground his hips into the younger man's and groaned when he felt an answering bulge in the other's pants. They quickly found a mutual rhythm as their need for relief drove them to move faster and faster. In the pit of his stomach his pleasure built and built until he exploded shouting Harry's name. That little clear corner of his mind kept him moving until Harry came crying into the crook of his neck.
They panted together until they recovered from their orgasms and they planted small gentle kisses on each other's faces as they basked in the afterglow. Growing uncomfortable due to the cooling mess in his trousers, he preformed they amazing dual feat of banishing their clothes from their bodies to the laundry basket and casting a cleaning charm while rip roaring drunk. As he was maneuvering his wand Harry was managing to pull the covers out from under them. Their tasks complete they cuddled together under the blankets and allowed the sleep of the drunken to claim them.
They both sleep peacefully until the pounding on Severus' outer door forced them into consciousness. Severus refused to acknowledge the noise and insisted that Harry ignore it two. Both men buried themselves deeper into the blankets, but that respite was short lived.
"Severus! Severus, wake up!" Minerva shrilled while lighting the torches and fireplace in the bedroom with a wave of her hand.
"Merlin, Minerva! Have some pity will you?" Severus moaned as he forced himself to sit up. Beside him Harry whimpered due to the hangover induced headache. Severus blinked at the witch who invaded his personal space. "What do you want from my life?"
"Albus sent me to get you. It's an emergency. Mr. Malfoy had to be rescued from his father this morning. His back is torn to shreds and nothing Poppy has done will close the wounds. Albus wants you upstairs immediately." Minerva said in a clipped voice.
"I'll be there, just give me a few moments." Severus said with a groan as he pawed through his nightstand for two bottles of the sobriety potion he kept there for these occasions.
"I have to go wake Mr. Potter. Where's his room, Severus?"
"He's already awake and there isn't another room, as you should already know." Severus snapped.
He'd finally found the potions he was looking for. He turned to Harry as Minerva was getting ready to question Severus on the other man's location. Severus gently nudged the younger man and was about to hand him the vial of hangover cure when Harry turned an alarming shade of green. Harry bolted upright and clapped his hands over his mouth. He then ran right past Minerva without pausing to cover himself. Minerva's eyes widened in shock as her favourite student streaked by her without a stitch of clothing on and Severus ignored her in favour of watching Harry's retreating backside.
"SEVERUS!" She shrieked at him causing the pain in his head to multiply by ten. Her eyes blazed in fury as she strode stiff kneed to Severus' bed side.
"Blasted woman, keep your voice down or I'll silence you." Severus snapped back as his head throbbed more because of his building anger.
Severus downed the potion and closed his eyes as it quickly got rid of the last traces of alcohol in his system and soothed away the headache. He could feel Minerva's angry stare boring into him and did his best to ignore her. Unfortunately for him, she didn't take the hint and leave.
"Severus, how could you? He's a student!" Minerva was working her way up to full rant mode and Severus gave her his patented sneer.
"I suggest you wait in the sitting room so I can change and help Harry before he cracks his skull open in my bathroom." He started to slide out of bed, but Minerva was being difficult and refused to leave the room.
"I don't believe you got a student drunk and…"
"Don't say anything you're going to regret Minerva. Besides he got me drunk the night before and frankly I never was one for celebrating alone."
"Severus, you haven't celebrated anything in all the time I've known you and I don't see you starting." Minerva snarled and paced. Severus could imagine a tail swishing in agitation behind her.
Severus sneered once again at his colleague of 16 years and wordlessly held out his left arm. Minerva stared in shocked surprise and as she was distracted by the new design on his arm Severus reached under his pillow and drew his wand. A quickly cast spell propelled her out of the bedroom and allowed him to dress in peace. Once securely dressed in his armour of black robes he searched his closet for something for Harry. All the way in the back he found a selection of robes Narcissa insisted on giving him after some occasion at Malfoy Manor. It seems those robes will finally be worn. He chose a set for Harry and made sure he still had the second vial of potion before heading to the bathroom. He ignored the glowering Minerva as he made his way through the sitting room.
Harry was still kneeling over the toilet when Severus arrived and he handed the suffering young man the vial of sobriety potion. Harry gazed at him in appreciation before downing the much needed potion. Severus wordlessly handed Harry the robes he brought and left the room to allow him some privacy. He braced himself for more of Minerva's ranting.
"Severus, he's a student." She started in once again like a broken Muggle record.
Severus gathered himself to stem off her tirade, but Harry beat him to it.
"There's nothing in the school rules prohibiting it, Professor. Is it just because I’m a student or is it because it's me that's having the relationship?" Harry challenged his head of house.
"Of course it's because it's yo…." Minerva caught herself, but it was too late.
"I see. You've become quite a hypocrite, Professor." Harry said in a toneless voice and stormed back into Severus' bedroom.
"Congratulations, Minerva. You've just destroyed whatever faith he had in you. He insisted that you and Albus would support us in this. I suggest you make yourself scarce. I'll be up as soon as I fetch Harry from the bedroom.
Minerva wordlessly left Severus' quarters, but not without a backwards glance at his bedroom door. When the door clicked shut he returned to his bedroom and convinced Harry to leave the room with him. He didn't utter a word the entire trip to the hospital wing.
When they arrived Draco was flat out on his stomach and his back was covered in slashes that Severus was able to identify the source of. Lucius was overly fond of that blasted cane of his. Wordlessly he pulled the antidote for the poison Lucius coated the wood with and poured the potion over the slash marks on his godson's back. He watched as the wounds closed and Draco sighed in relief, though only Severus noticed it. When the wounds on Draco's back finished closing, Severus turned to Albus looking for an explanation. He pointedly ignored Minerva and so did Harry. He noted that Weasley and Granger were standing off to the side and neither recognized Harry despite the fact that he didn't look any different than before. Perhaps it was the robes that he leant the younger man. They probably weren't used to seeing him in anything other than Hogwarts' uniform. On the bed in the farthest corner of the Hospital Wing an unconscious Lucius Malfoy laid and Severus' fingers twitched with the need to wrap them around the blonde's throat and squeeze. Albus wouldn't be happy if he murdered there only source of information available to them. He checked to make sure his bottle of Veritaserum was in its secret pocket. He returned his full attention to Albus when the elderly wizard began to speak.
"Severus, this morning while Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger were on their way to visit with Hagrid they heard someone yelling and another person screaming in pain. When they investigated the source, they witnessed young Mr. Malfoy being assaulted by his father." Albus began in a quiet voice and Severus noticed Draco get paler than normal. Obviously having been rescue from his father by his enemies didn't go down well with the younger man. "Ms. Granger reports that Mr. Malfoy Sr. was shouting about some age potions and young Mr. Malfoy's incompetence that switched them."
"So Mr. Malfoy is the cause of our present situation?" Severus asked in a 'ready to kill' tone.
"I didn't mix the potions up. They were easily told apart and I know I didn’t put them in the wrong goblets. The only way they could have been mixed up is if a house-elf switched them." Draco snarled while Granger and Weasley watched in confusion.
"Ah, perhaps we should question one of the house-elves then?" Albus stated with and insane twinkle in his eyes and both Severus and Harry groaned at the sight. Albus snapped is fingers in a specific pattern and Dobby the house-elf arrived in a crack of displaced air.
"Yes, Professor Dumbledore, sir? What can Dobby do for you?" The oddly dressed creature asked and Severus could feel Harry pulling him back by his robes. Severus looked back at him and noticed he was edging between him and the crazed house-elf.
"Dobby, were the house-elves aware of someone tampering with Professor Snape's and Harry's drinks at all?" Albus asked and by the look in the old man's eyes he knew the answer already.
"Yes, Professor Dumbledore, sir."
"Why didn't anyone one of you remove the potions from the glasses?" Albus asked in a stern voice, which had no effect on the eccentric little elf.
"Dobby keeps his master's secrets and he knows them all. Dobby especially knows his dreams and wishes. When former master's son tried to make Professor Snape too old and Master Harry too young, Dobby decided to make his master happy." The house-elf gave the younger Malfoy a savage grin that looked very out of place on the elf's face and the blonde squirmed a bit in discomfort. Severus was curious as to who the elf thought his master was. "Dobby knew his master and Professor Snape would know something was wrong with their drinks and Dobby was right!"
Severus' eyes widened in surprise and looked at the younger man who was blushing a shade of red that was brighter than Weasley's hair. Severus heard him mumble over and over something that sounded like 'I should have never told him'. Weasley and Granger's eyes were wide and Draco looked ill as they slowly processed the information and added it together. Albus' eyes were twinkling brighter than lit magnesium and Severus decided that watching the rest of the occupants of the room faint in shock would be very amusing. He turned Harry around so that he was facing him and captured his lips in another searing kiss and was pleased to hear the sound of several gasps and a couple of bodies hitting the floor. Sadly he didn't get the last word in for this encounter. The house-elf had that honour.
"Professor Snape is very smart man," the diminutive being told Albus in a quiet voice, though Severus knew that the creature was making sure he heard every word, "but sometimes he can be very stupid. It about time someone appreciates Dobby's hard work." Dobby left quickly with a loud crack.
Here's Chapter 8 of Age. I hate it when Hubby is home all weekend. He hogs the computer and it wrecks my schedule. Hope you all like!
Age Is Just A Word
Chapter 8
By Corgi
In the decrepit manor house in Little Hangleton a circle of black robes figures stood silently. Fear was a visible miasma in the room. The cause was pacing the inside of the circle. The silent figures flinched each time the demon got near them, though they tried hard to suppress it. Finally the caged beast that was the Dark Lord ceased his agitated movements. A thin skeletal finger pointed to one man and then another. The two men let the circle of their peers and knelt at the feet of the monster known as Lord Voldemort.
"You two will go and discover the whereabouts of Potter's safe-house. You, Finkley, will go through the Ministry files and you, Weasley, will return to your family fold. They are close to Potter and the mudblood lover will have informed them of the brat's location."
Both kneeling men shuddered and voiced their acknowledgement of his orders and slowly back out of the room. Voldemort didn't bother to look at them again as they made their hasty retreat out the door. He turned to Lucius Malfoy and pinned the blonde aristocrat with his red-eyed glare.
"You, Malfoy, will meet with your son this coming Hogsmeade weekend and find out exactly what happened. I also want to know why he didn't inform you of both of their disappearances. I do not tolerate failure of any type! Crucio!"
Lucius screamed in agony as the spell sent lances of fire through his veins. It went on so long that his body gave up the fight and retreated into darkness. The only way it had to negate the agony surging through it. For long moments Lucius knew nothing but darkness, though it didn't last for long. He body was forced awake by another spell and slowly he forced his body to its feet. Only he and a few other Death Eaters remained in the room with the Dark Lord.
"You have my orders, Malfoy." The Dark Lord spat with so much venom that Lucius flinched in reaction. Being called by his last name indicated that he lost the Dark Lord's favour and it would be hell to get it back again. "See that they are followed! Be gone!"
"Yes, my Lord." Lucius managed to utter without stuttering and slowly back out of the room and once he crossed the threshold ran for the boundaries of the manor.
Once outside the Dark Lord's anti-apparation wards he disapparated for his home. Again he collapsed once he was inside the gates and wards of his home. It was happening more and more frequently since the Dark Lord regained his body and faced failure after failure when it came to killing the Boy-Who-Lived. Snarling silently he forced himself to his feet and staggered to his front door, which opened silently at his approach. Ten minutes later he was collapsing into the chair behind his desk. Waiting for him was a vial of Snape's blasted post Cruciatus potion. He downed the potion and laid he head against the back of his chair as he waited for the potions effects to begin. When the pain receded into nothing he pulled a piece of snowy white parchment embossed with the Malfoy family crest and began writing to his son. When he was done he called for one of the family eagle-owls to bear the letter to Draco at Hogwarts.
He felt the need to inflict pain and decided to head to Muggle London in search of a victim. There were whores enough out there that one going missing wouldn't be too big of a deal. A plan firmly fixed in his mind he went upstairs to change out of the clothes the Dark Lord ruined and into something that would blend in with the filthy Muggles without notice. Less than hour later he was striding towards the boundaries of his own wards and apparated to an alleyway he has used frequently for the task when ever he went to London to hunt. He mad sure his clothes were their usual immaculate state before gliding out of the s the darkened alley in search of prey. He watched the street corners and the fronts of the various clubs, both wizard owned and Muggle, for a suitable target.
He approached the location of a prominent gay club, owned by a couple of Mudbloods he had the misfortune of going to school with, when he saw a surprising familiar shirt. It looked exactly like the expensive red silk one Narcissa had made for Snape, which she gave him after Draco's naming ceremony. It wouldn't surprise him to find that the traitor sold the shirt; his lips curled into a sneer at the thought. He watched as the figure approached the door to the club and saw a slightly smaller figure enter the club with the man in the red silk shirt. Now more curious about the person and slightly alarmed considering the report from Hogwarts, Lucius abandoned his quest and entered the club a minute behind the two men. He watched from the shadows as the two men entered a booth. As the man in the red shirt slid in after his companion, Lucius got a good view of the mystery person's profile and what little colour he had drained away. It was Snape and he didn't look older at all, in fact he looked much younger, in his twenties to be exact. He moved to a shadowy corner of the bar to watch the two in hopes of identifying Snape's companion as he tried to figure out what went wrong. Draco knew which potion to give each victim. He made sure of it. While sipping a fire whiskey he studied the booth Snape and his catamite were in. He had a good view of Snape from where he sat, but he couldn't catch a glimpse of the other man. As he continued to observe the booth and its occupants from the shadows he noticed that the waiter's were bringing a consistent supply of drinks to the table.
Eventually Snape must have convinced his partner to dance and, to Lucius horror, he was leading a slightly older Potter onto the dance floor. Fear filled his very being as he watched Snape, who for the first time used that blasted shampoo Narcissa foisted upon him years ago, pull the green clad and giggling Boy-Who-Lived out onto the dance floor. The two, once out among the other couples, melted into each other's arms making it hard to tell where one ended and the other began. Much to Lucius' surprise, Snape was nuzzling Potter's hair and the very thought of them being involved made Lucius ill. When Snape began to devour the Potter's mouth in a lustful manner, Lucius left as quickly as he could without drawing attention to himself. All his plans for the night were forgotten as he fled to Malfoy Manor. He was going to strengthen the wards around his home before confronting his incompetent son in the morning. There was no way he was going to wait until the next Hogsmeade weekend to find out what the brat did wrong.
Severus was oblivious to everything except the giddy feeling of freedom and Harry. The green-eyed man looked fantastic in clothes that Severus lent him and he flushed every time Harry looked at him with an appreciative look in his eyes. Harry looked around wide-eyed as they entered the club. Severus noticed the envious glances of many of the patrons as they made their way to an empty booth. They ordered drinks for a while until the alcohol loosened Harry's inhibitions a bit and then Severus dragged him onto the dance floor. A slow song was playing and Harry practically melted against him as they swayed to the music. He felt the presence of the other men in the room and knew they were after Harry. Severus wasn't about to allow them to take his Harry away and set about making sure they knew they weren't wanted. It never crossed his mind that some of those closing in were staring at them nor did he notice Harry glaring at the encroaching individuals.
Severus tangled his left hand in Harry's hair and pulled his head back so he could claim those luscious lips in a possessive kiss. Harry moaned in response and opened his mouth for Severus' exploration. As Harry melted against him even more and clung to him like a limpet, the green-eyed man tucked the fingers of both hands into the waistband of his trousers, down to the knuckle. Severus shivered when he felt those finger tips brush the crack of his arse. After thoroughly mapping the younger man's mouth he broke away to catch his breath and returned to Harry's mouth to coax the other's tongue to come out and play. After a while the music changed to one with a vastly quicker beat and Severus had enough of the drooling mass surrounding them.
"Care to try a different club, Harry." He asked the green clad man after casting a noise dimming charm around them.
"Yeah, I'm tired of glaring at those idiots staring at your arse. They just can't take a hint. You're mine and I'm not letting you go." Harry snarled and glared over Severus' shoulder.
Severus was shocked and turned so he could look over his shoulder and to his surprise there were a group of men behind him staring fixedly at his bum. He was feeling distinctly uncomfortable with the attention. He's never recalled having this much attention those few times he went clubbing with Stephen and he didn't think he changed that much. He dragged Harry back to their booth for one last drink before leaving and once the bar tab was paid they made their way to the next club on the strip. The evening continued in much the same vein. They drank, danced and left after being ogled by the other patrons. As the night progress they both got drunker and drunk and Severus found that Harry became very giggly when intoxicated. He also became bolder and more of an exhibitionist as the alcohol made its way through his body. By the time the sun made its appearance on the horizon, Severus was just as drunk as Harry. The last club they were in was a wizard owned one and the owner wouldn't allow Severus to apparate them home. The wizard insisted the floo back to Hogsmeade and provided them with hooded cloaks to hide their identities. Severus got the impression that the man thought they were Hogwarts students under glamour charms and he wasn't about to inform him other wise.
The arrived in the fireplace of the Three Broomsticks and staggered back to the school singing at the top of their lungs. Severus barely remembered to take them through the secret passages and the two giggled at the sound of their drunken singing echoing off the walls as the stumbled back to Severus' rooms. Once inside he shoved Harry against the door and devoured his mouth again. All the snogging they did through the course of the night gave Harry enough practice to overcome his earlier inexperience. They dueled for dominance with their tongues and as the kiss continued they began an unusual dance. They swayed across the sitting room slamming into tables and chairs causing various objects to fall off of their surfaces. Books fell to the floor when the collided with a bookshelf and various bits of glass shattered as they tried to dominate their drunken dance. The few objects still in place or unbroken were saved by their sudden collision with Severus' bed. Air became a distinct problem forcing the two to end their battle for dominance.
Severus recovered first and began to torture the other man's neck as Harry tried desperately to catch his breath. The buzz from the alcohol and the taste of Harry's sweat soaked skin brought another need to prominence. His arousal caused his trapped cock to throb painfully in his tight trousers. A small corner of his mind not fogged by alcohol reasserted itself and insisted that ripped the clothes off Harry and pounding him, or being pounded by him, into the mattress was not a good idea. Desperate for relief his shifted, as he marked the smaller man's neck with a love bite, until his pelvis was aligned with Harry's. He ground his hips into the younger man's and groaned when he felt an answering bulge in the other's pants. They quickly found a mutual rhythm as their need for relief drove them to move faster and faster. In the pit of his stomach his pleasure built and built until he exploded shouting Harry's name. That little clear corner of his mind kept him moving until Harry came crying into the crook of his neck.
They panted together until they recovered from their orgasms and they planted small gentle kisses on each other's faces as they basked in the afterglow. Growing uncomfortable due to the cooling mess in his trousers, he preformed they amazing dual feat of banishing their clothes from their bodies to the laundry basket and casting a cleaning charm while rip roaring drunk. As he was maneuvering his wand Harry was managing to pull the covers out from under them. Their tasks complete they cuddled together under the blankets and allowed the sleep of the drunken to claim them.
They both sleep peacefully until the pounding on Severus' outer door forced them into consciousness. Severus refused to acknowledge the noise and insisted that Harry ignore it two. Both men buried themselves deeper into the blankets, but that respite was short lived.
"Severus! Severus, wake up!" Minerva shrilled while lighting the torches and fireplace in the bedroom with a wave of her hand.
"Merlin, Minerva! Have some pity will you?" Severus moaned as he forced himself to sit up. Beside him Harry whimpered due to the hangover induced headache. Severus blinked at the witch who invaded his personal space. "What do you want from my life?"
"Albus sent me to get you. It's an emergency. Mr. Malfoy had to be rescued from his father this morning. His back is torn to shreds and nothing Poppy has done will close the wounds. Albus wants you upstairs immediately." Minerva said in a clipped voice.
"I'll be there, just give me a few moments." Severus said with a groan as he pawed through his nightstand for two bottles of the sobriety potion he kept there for these occasions.
"I have to go wake Mr. Potter. Where's his room, Severus?"
"He's already awake and there isn't another room, as you should already know." Severus snapped.
He'd finally found the potions he was looking for. He turned to Harry as Minerva was getting ready to question Severus on the other man's location. Severus gently nudged the younger man and was about to hand him the vial of hangover cure when Harry turned an alarming shade of green. Harry bolted upright and clapped his hands over his mouth. He then ran right past Minerva without pausing to cover himself. Minerva's eyes widened in shock as her favourite student streaked by her without a stitch of clothing on and Severus ignored her in favour of watching Harry's retreating backside.
"SEVERUS!" She shrieked at him causing the pain in his head to multiply by ten. Her eyes blazed in fury as she strode stiff kneed to Severus' bed side.
"Blasted woman, keep your voice down or I'll silence you." Severus snapped back as his head throbbed more because of his building anger.
Severus downed the potion and closed his eyes as it quickly got rid of the last traces of alcohol in his system and soothed away the headache. He could feel Minerva's angry stare boring into him and did his best to ignore her. Unfortunately for him, she didn't take the hint and leave.
"Severus, how could you? He's a student!" Minerva was working her way up to full rant mode and Severus gave her his patented sneer.
"I suggest you wait in the sitting room so I can change and help Harry before he cracks his skull open in my bathroom." He started to slide out of bed, but Minerva was being difficult and refused to leave the room.
"I don't believe you got a student drunk and…"
"Don't say anything you're going to regret Minerva. Besides he got me drunk the night before and frankly I never was one for celebrating alone."
"Severus, you haven't celebrated anything in all the time I've known you and I don't see you starting." Minerva snarled and paced. Severus could imagine a tail swishing in agitation behind her.
Severus sneered once again at his colleague of 16 years and wordlessly held out his left arm. Minerva stared in shocked surprise and as she was distracted by the new design on his arm Severus reached under his pillow and drew his wand. A quickly cast spell propelled her out of the bedroom and allowed him to dress in peace. Once securely dressed in his armour of black robes he searched his closet for something for Harry. All the way in the back he found a selection of robes Narcissa insisted on giving him after some occasion at Malfoy Manor. It seems those robes will finally be worn. He chose a set for Harry and made sure he still had the second vial of potion before heading to the bathroom. He ignored the glowering Minerva as he made his way through the sitting room.
Harry was still kneeling over the toilet when Severus arrived and he handed the suffering young man the vial of sobriety potion. Harry gazed at him in appreciation before downing the much needed potion. Severus wordlessly handed Harry the robes he brought and left the room to allow him some privacy. He braced himself for more of Minerva's ranting.
"Severus, he's a student." She started in once again like a broken Muggle record.
Severus gathered himself to stem off her tirade, but Harry beat him to it.
"There's nothing in the school rules prohibiting it, Professor. Is it just because I’m a student or is it because it's me that's having the relationship?" Harry challenged his head of house.
"Of course it's because it's yo…." Minerva caught herself, but it was too late.
"I see. You've become quite a hypocrite, Professor." Harry said in a toneless voice and stormed back into Severus' bedroom.
"Congratulations, Minerva. You've just destroyed whatever faith he had in you. He insisted that you and Albus would support us in this. I suggest you make yourself scarce. I'll be up as soon as I fetch Harry from the bedroom.
Minerva wordlessly left Severus' quarters, but not without a backwards glance at his bedroom door. When the door clicked shut he returned to his bedroom and convinced Harry to leave the room with him. He didn't utter a word the entire trip to the hospital wing.
When they arrived Draco was flat out on his stomach and his back was covered in slashes that Severus was able to identify the source of. Lucius was overly fond of that blasted cane of his. Wordlessly he pulled the antidote for the poison Lucius coated the wood with and poured the potion over the slash marks on his godson's back. He watched as the wounds closed and Draco sighed in relief, though only Severus noticed it. When the wounds on Draco's back finished closing, Severus turned to Albus looking for an explanation. He pointedly ignored Minerva and so did Harry. He noted that Weasley and Granger were standing off to the side and neither recognized Harry despite the fact that he didn't look any different than before. Perhaps it was the robes that he leant the younger man. They probably weren't used to seeing him in anything other than Hogwarts' uniform. On the bed in the farthest corner of the Hospital Wing an unconscious Lucius Malfoy laid and Severus' fingers twitched with the need to wrap them around the blonde's throat and squeeze. Albus wouldn't be happy if he murdered there only source of information available to them. He checked to make sure his bottle of Veritaserum was in its secret pocket. He returned his full attention to Albus when the elderly wizard began to speak.
"Severus, this morning while Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger were on their way to visit with Hagrid they heard someone yelling and another person screaming in pain. When they investigated the source, they witnessed young Mr. Malfoy being assaulted by his father." Albus began in a quiet voice and Severus noticed Draco get paler than normal. Obviously having been rescue from his father by his enemies didn't go down well with the younger man. "Ms. Granger reports that Mr. Malfoy Sr. was shouting about some age potions and young Mr. Malfoy's incompetence that switched them."
"So Mr. Malfoy is the cause of our present situation?" Severus asked in a 'ready to kill' tone.
"I didn't mix the potions up. They were easily told apart and I know I didn’t put them in the wrong goblets. The only way they could have been mixed up is if a house-elf switched them." Draco snarled while Granger and Weasley watched in confusion.
"Ah, perhaps we should question one of the house-elves then?" Albus stated with and insane twinkle in his eyes and both Severus and Harry groaned at the sight. Albus snapped is fingers in a specific pattern and Dobby the house-elf arrived in a crack of displaced air.
"Yes, Professor Dumbledore, sir? What can Dobby do for you?" The oddly dressed creature asked and Severus could feel Harry pulling him back by his robes. Severus looked back at him and noticed he was edging between him and the crazed house-elf.
"Dobby, were the house-elves aware of someone tampering with Professor Snape's and Harry's drinks at all?" Albus asked and by the look in the old man's eyes he knew the answer already.
"Yes, Professor Dumbledore, sir."
"Why didn't anyone one of you remove the potions from the glasses?" Albus asked in a stern voice, which had no effect on the eccentric little elf.
"Dobby keeps his master's secrets and he knows them all. Dobby especially knows his dreams and wishes. When former master's son tried to make Professor Snape too old and Master Harry too young, Dobby decided to make his master happy." The house-elf gave the younger Malfoy a savage grin that looked very out of place on the elf's face and the blonde squirmed a bit in discomfort. Severus was curious as to who the elf thought his master was. "Dobby knew his master and Professor Snape would know something was wrong with their drinks and Dobby was right!"
Severus' eyes widened in surprise and looked at the younger man who was blushing a shade of red that was brighter than Weasley's hair. Severus heard him mumble over and over something that sounded like 'I should have never told him'. Weasley and Granger's eyes were wide and Draco looked ill as they slowly processed the information and added it together. Albus' eyes were twinkling brighter than lit magnesium and Severus decided that watching the rest of the occupants of the room faint in shock would be very amusing. He turned Harry around so that he was facing him and captured his lips in another searing kiss and was pleased to hear the sound of several gasps and a couple of bodies hitting the floor. Sadly he didn't get the last word in for this encounter. The house-elf had that honour.
"Professor Snape is very smart man," the diminutive being told Albus in a quiet voice, though Severus knew that the creature was making sure he heard every word, "but sometimes he can be very stupid. It about time someone appreciates Dobby's hard work." Dobby left quickly with a loud crack.