Snape: *heaves a sigh as he took out the list from his pocket. The prof of Muggle Studies was too busy preparing for next class for the new semester and had asked Snape to help him buy some visual aids for class since Snape was heading home for the hols* Why do I always get stuck with the cruddy favours? *grumbles and walks on*
Harry: *walking the streets looking for potential marks*
Snape: Now let's see what he needs...Radio... Television... A telephone? Didn't he buy that last week?
Harry: *spots Snape and smirks to himself* *heads towards him, as if he's trying to walk past him and bumps into him*
Snape: Hey, ouch! Watch it, boy
Harry: Oh! Sorry, sir!
Snape: *frowns as he watched the boy leave before going to the nearest store to get what he needed from the list. After seeing the price and looked for his wallet to see how much he had, he couldn't find it, remembers the boy that bumped him* Shit *walks out of the shop in search of him*
Harry: *in a cafe now buying a huge lunch for himself*
Snape: *walked around, using a tracing spell to find the boy by his aura, and sees the boy in the cafe. Comes into the cafe quietly and sat at the seat in front of him, taking him by surprise* You know, stealing is a very serious offence
Harry: *looks up* I don't know what you're talking about.
Snape: *raise a brow* Really now *whispers a spell to hold the boy in place at his seat before whispering another spell so that the wallet that was hidden in the boy's pocket fluttered out and onto the table. Luckily no one notice him doing this* What do you call that, boy?
Harry: *eyes widen, but then his mask falls back into place quickly* I call that mine.
Snape: *takes the wallet and brandished his Muggle identity card* Right. Unless you have just drunken the Fountain of Youth and underwent corrective surgery, I'd say this belongs to me
Harry: *takes the wallet back* And unless you don't want to die, I'd say it belongs to me. *glares, things around him rattling*
Snape: *feels a sort of energy that permeates the air coming from the boy. He could feel that he was fairly strong. Quickly he snatches the wallet bk again, using a spell to pin the boy's hand down on the table before he pockets it* You may have some dark powers there, boy, but you don't scare me
Harry: *smirks* I don't need my hands to kill you. *looks at his throat, constricting it*
Snape: *feels his neck constrict, making him hard to breathe. Struggling to keep his cool, he held onto the boy's hand and apparated them to a dark secluded area before using a wordless spell to throw the boy against the wall, knocking out his focus and his hold against his throat, coughed and tried to breathe a little* That was some neat trick, boy. You're some kind of warlock, I presume?
Harry: Don't fuck with me. And DON'T call me boy.
Snape: Well, if you're not giving any name, I'll just have to call you something more convenient
Harry: Just don't call me boy and I won't have to slit your throat.
Snape: Fine, how's 'Warlock' sound?
Harry: Whatever.
Snape: So did a boy like you ended up being here in the Muggle world, Warlock?
Harry: In the what?
Snape: *gestures around him* Muggle world. You know, non-magic people... *sees the boy's incredulous look* You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?
Harry: Should I?
Snape: *sighs* You have a power a wizard would have and yet you linger around here in this desolate Muggle world degrading yourself as a warlock
Harry: You don't know a damn thing about me.
Snape: Well, I'd be glad to find out if you're inclined to tell me, but now I've got an errand to run. If you want to share your sob story to me, here *tossed an address card to him, an address of his Muggle residence* My place. I've got food too. In the meantime *waves the wallet* I'm keeping this *apparated away*
Harry: *raises an eyebrow, hearing the invitation*
Snape: *seeing that he didn't have much money left after the boy stole his to buy lunch, only bought half of what was in his list* ~Guess I'll have to go make another exchange again~ *sighs and returns home*
Harry: *goes to get something else to eat*
Snape: *is at home, looking through his wallet. So far, aside from his money, nothing else was stolen. His personal cards were still there. Still feels the phantom pain on his throat, massages it* Damn kid. That was some nasty grip he gave me
Harry: *heads to the house a week later* *knocks on the door*
Snape: *wondered who could it be, although he had an idea. He answered the door* Ah, the warlock. I was beginning to think you won't show
Harry: *frowns* Why did you give me the address.
Snape: Because you seemed to need someone to listen to your sob story. I assume you have not eaten?
Harry: *scowl* If you're trying to give me pity, you can take it and shove it up your ass.
Snape: I was just asking a question. No need to be defensive. But if you're not hungry, then suit yourself *walks to the dining hall* The food won't eat themselves, you know
Harry: ... *walks in, swallowing his pride*
Snape: *lunch was already ready for him, sees Harry and jerked his head, gesturing him to take a seat and help himself*
Harry: *sits down and starts eating*
Snape: *sips his soup* So, warlock, how did you end up in this sort of life, anyway?
Harry: ...that's none of your business.
Snape: You're here, which clearly states you want someone to talk to, and I'm all ears, so why don't you just open up?
Harry: Just because I'm here doesn't mean I want to talk. *smirks and walks up to him* Maybe I want something else?
Snape: *looks up at him incredulously* What can you possibly ask for other than money?
Harry: Oh there are lots of other things.
Snape: Such as? *dares him*
Harry: *chuckles and sits down on the couch* I'll leave you to ponder that.
Snape: *finished his drink and came to him* Starting to get a little cozy in my home, eh?
Harry: You are the one who invited me here.
Snape: True. So, if you're not here to talk, what do you have in mind? Enlighten me
Harry: *smirk* How should I know. You invited me. What did you invite me here for?
Snape: *eyed him* Well, originally I invited you so that you could tell me your sob story, but it seems you have other things in mind
Harry: My sob story? Tell me yours.
Snape: What for?
Harry: Tit for tat.
Snape: *shrugs nonchalantly* Well, I was born and raised here for the better half of my childhood, although my father who is a Muggle--non-magic man--didn't like me and called me a freak all the time. Then I enrolled into Hogwarts, a magic school, being one of the smartest yet one of the most bullied students of all times. Once I graduated, I took two jobs, one as a Potions Master in that school and as one of the hundreds of members of a group run by a rather...influential wizard. There. Nothing to it
Harry: *raises an eyebrow* Christ, man.
Snape: You told me to tell you my sob story. There you go. What about your end of the bargain?
Harry: *smirks* Never actually agreed.
Snape: *raised a brow* You said a tit for tat
Harry: *shrugs* Very well. I was born, then my parents were killed in a car crash. I lived with my aunt and uncle who were complete assholes who decided I was a freak who should be their slave. So I was. Then I ran away and dodged child so-called "services" for six years. And now I'm here.
Snape: And rendered yourself a street-urchin pickpocketing others and killing them with your powers if they put up a fight. Typical warlock attitude
Harry: Killing? Now where did you get that idea?
Snape: You almost strangled me to death. I had to assume the worst
Harry: Death? Not at all. Unconciousness, absolutely.
Snape: Still, you're harming a person's life. That is not the way. Warlock like you will be found by Aurors sooner or later and believe me, they can be much worse the child services
Harry: So then I'll leave.
Snape: Leave where? Aurors are like wizard police, they'll track you down anywhere you go. You've got no place to hide, boy
Harry: *eyes narrow, dropping the friendly air he's been putting on* DON'T. CALL. ME. BOY.
Snape: I wouldn't if you give me a name
Harry: ....Harry.
Snape: Got a last name to go with that?
Harry: *frowns* No.
Snape: Why? Don't you take after your uncle or aunt's last name or something?
Harry: Not if I want to stay away from them.
Snape: Would you like me to give you a last name? How about it, Harry? Would you like a last name?
Harry: *frowns* Why are you doing all this?
Snape: *shrugs* Maybe because unlike all the dunderheads I teach in my class, you are someone whom I might consider to actually like?
Harry: *nods* Ah, I see. *thinks he wants sex*
Snape: *raise a brow* Don't get me wrong. I like you, but not as much as that. You're still an uneducated warlock boy after all. Now let's see what last name should I give you...? *ponders for a while*
Harry: *waits for him to think of one*
Snape: How about 'Potter'? Because you remind me of an...old acquaintance of mine
Harry: Harry Potter... *suddenly remembers that that -is- his name* *nods* That's fine.
Snape: Harry Potter *considers* Hmm, it suits you
Harry: So... who was this aquaintance?
Snape: *looks away* Just some...guy I had the unfortunate luck to know
Harry: *nods* Ah. So if you didn't like him, why would you give me his name?
Snape: Because for starters, you *pressed his finger onto the boy's forehead* have his spunk
Harry: *chuckles* I see.
Snape: *sighs* So you have anywhere to go?
Harry: What's it to you if I don't?
Snape: *shrugs* Just asking
Harry: I've got a place.
Snape: Where may that be? You staying alone or there are more others like you?
Harry: Like me? *raises an eyebrow*
Snape: You know, street urchins like you and/or at the same time warlocks like you?
Harry: Just me.
Snape: *nodded* Alright. You said you were here not just because you want to talk, but also wanting something else. You haven't enlighten me on that
Harry: And I'm not going to.
Snape: *leans over n stared at Harry, his nose almost touching his* Why not?
Harry: I don't want to.
Snape: Why would you be here if you don't want to say anything about your intentions?
Harry: You invited me.
Severus: And I invited you because I assumed you'd want someone to talk to. Now you claimed you're here for something else. I'm trying to help you here
Harry: *licks his lips* Then help me. *smirk*
Severus: Are you...trying to seduce me here?
Harry: Do you want me to?
Severus: As long as you don't make me sound like a pedophile
Harry: Not at all. *moves closer to him and kisses him*
Severus: *widened his eyes for a while. It has been a long time since he had a decent kiss, one that was not forced and offending. He slowly eases into the kiss*
Harry: *wraps his arms around Severus' neck*
Severus: *kisses him deeper, running his hands through the boy's hair*
Harry: *leans up to lick his ear* Do you want me?
Severus: Maybe *tries to hold back a shiver* If you can make me
*moments later*
Harry: *panting hard* *had just ridden him to completion*
Severus: I must admit, Harry *sighs in satisfaction* I'm impressed. You've got some skill there
Harry: *chuckles* Well its not my first time. *pulls himself up and then lays down next to him*
Severus: I can tell *spoons him* How many have u been before me?
Harry: *shrugs* Lots count at 50.
Severus: *surprised* That is quite a lot
Harry: I have my reasons.
Severus: If the reason is for food and shelter, u got urself a deal
Harry: *turns over and eyes him suspiciously* Come again?
Severus: You're more or less an open book, warlock. Why else would you bed someone if not to have some form of essentials fulfilled? Thus I conclude you're doing this because you need food and shelter, if not money
Harry: And you'll do this?
Severus: Why not? I could get used to this treatment if only I need to feed and house you. It's no big deal
Harry: *frowns* I'll think about it.
Severus: *smirks* Oh, I've got a feeling you won't need to think about it for too long
Harry: *glares, not saying anything*
Severus: *smirks then drops off to take a nap*
Harry: *gets out of the bed and leaves the house, taking some things with him*
Severus: *slept through the afternoon, woke up to see some of his things missing* Brat. *shakes his head and smiled weakly in defeat*
Harry: *in town, eating lunch*
Severus: *returned frm Gringotts with some more Muggle money to buy whatever he needed for the teacher of Muggle Studies, and got dressed and went downtown*
Harry: *taking a nap in a bus shelter in downtown London*
Shelter owner: *spots him* Hey, runt! Get outta here! This ain't no soup kitchen, boy! Shoo! *smacks him with a broom*
Harry: *wakes up and glares* Hey! Stop that!! *guards himself but leaves, yawning*
Shelter owner: And don't let me see you again, runt!
Harry: *scowls, wanting to hurt him but knowing he shouldn't* *starts looking for something to do now, since the things he took from Snape got him at least a little cash*
Severus: *had just bought his last items of the day and was about to head out to a nearby lunch house where he spotted Harry up ahead* Small world, eh, warlock?
Harry: *sighs* Fuck... *turns around* Too small.
Severus: Going somewhere, Harry?
Harry: *shrug* No where to go.
Severus: Wanna have lunch with me? My treat
Harry: ...you sure?
Severus: *points to himself* Note: Serious face
Harry: *nods* Alright then.
Severus: *leds Harry to the nearby lunch house that served the best luncheon meat in town*
Harry: *follows him*
Severus: *took a seat with the boy and ordered the lunch house special for two*
Harry: ...so why are you doing this?
Severus: *shrugs* Just because
Harry: *frown* Because why?
Severus: Not everything has to have a reason, warlock. I just felt like it
0 comments:
Post a Comment