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Silver and Gold 12/? DH Spoilers
SPOILERS FOR DH
Title: Silver and Gold 12/?
Author: Eriador117
Rating: NC-17, Snape/Harry, other pairings.
Spoilers up to and including Deathly Hallows.
Summary: Things are never quite what they seem. Epilogue, what epilogue? ;)
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns the Potterverse, I'm just playing in it.
Beta'd by Rakina, many thanks :)
Warnings: AU, Angst, Mpreg. There are some other things I am not warning for as it will give away the plot and I myself don't exactly know where the story is going yet.
Earlier Parts
Part Twelve
Harry was on time for his counselling session with Madam Pomfrey that evening even though he wasn't sure what he was going to tell her. He didn't want to get Snape into trouble, but he wanted to tell her that he thought his impotence might soon be a thing of the past. How could he tell her without mentioning Snape? There were a few patients in the infirmary, but after she'd made sure that they were all resting comfortably and had placed monitoring charms on them, she ushered Harry into her office and smiled broadly at him as she waved him into his usual chair.
"You're looking very well today, Harry," she said. "I don't think I've seen you this rosy-cheeked for a while."
The comment made Harry blush even harder; Harry was sure his whole body was red. "Um... I think I'm getting better. You know... there," Harry explained, waving his hand in the area of his groin.
"Oh, that is good news, dear! And you have been eating well too; Professor Snape's nutrition advice must be helping. How's your training going?"
"Fine," squeaked Harry, hoping she wouldn't ask him any more about it. Harry wasn't sure he could avoid mentioning how Snape was making him feel if she kept on about him.
"Good, good," she replied and took out her wand to scan him and continue the rest of their session. There was no further mention of Snape during the whole session and Harry finally relaxed.
***
Over the next few weeks, Harry remembered what Hermione had said – that Snape watched him all the time. So Harry started doing a little watching of his own. At meals, in corridors, in class, but most especially during their morning work-outs. Both of them seemed to be aware of the growing attraction between them, but neither spoke of it and when their eyes did chance to meet, both of them glanced away at almost the same moment.
Harry took to getting to the gym earlier and earlier so that he could ride a few miles on the exercise bike before Snape arrived, the other equipment was still charmed against him using it when he was alone. So now when Snape arrived, Harry would already be flushed, sweaty and out of breath. Snape would stare at Harry for a few minutes, as if he liked what he saw, before heading off to get changed.
Snape always wore a tight black t-shirt now. Harry wondered if it was the same one washed time and time again or if Snape had a wardrobe full of black clothes all in the same style; it wouldn't have surprised him if he had. Harry wondered if Snape continued to wear that t-shirt because he knew how much Harry liked it on him, although neither of them had ever mentioned it since that day.
Every morning Snape would take Harry through his weights and exercise regime and every morning they ended up on machines opposite each other. They would watch each other and, if the truth was known, Harry knew they were showing off a bit to each other as well. Harry was fascinated by Snape's arms and Snape always made sure to flex his muscles when he saw Harry watching. For Snape, it seemed that he was enthralled by Harry's thighs, so Harry made sure to concentrate on them when Snape was looking.
On Halloween morning, Harry woke up with sticky sheets for the first time in months; he barely remembered the dream that had left him in this state, but he remembered snippets of Snape touching him, caressing him and Harry knew he wanted that to happen in real life too. But would Snape even want to act on his attraction to Harry considering that Harry was still a student? Or would it be too strange considering how Snape had been friends with Lily? Not to mention how he felt about James.
Sometimes Harry wished that he had been able to love Ginny the way she wanted. They could have got married and had lots of children; he'd have had a ready made family in the Weasleys. But considering his reactions to Snape, Harry knew it was no longer a possibility. He liked men. He liked Snape and he knew it was as more than just his teacher or his trainer.
By the time Harry had a quick wash; he could hardly go down to the gym with semen still coating his thighs, but he couldn't help wondering what Snape would have made of that if he had. Snape was already there, but he was dressed in warm clothes and hiking boots, not his work-out clothes.
"I thought for a change we'd take a walk in the mountains today, Harry. Do you have any hiking shoes?"
"No, just trainers or my school shoes."
"Leave your trainers here while you go and dress warmly. I'll Transfigure them into boots for you."
Harry pulled his trainers out of his bag and handed them to Snape. Their hands connected briefly and Harry felt his skin heat at that brief touch.
"Oh, right. Okay," said Harry, his mind reeling. Snape was asking him to go walking with him? That sounded almost like it was a date, if Snape did such things as go on dates. The stairs seemed to be on his side today and Harry made it back to his room without too much trouble. He hunted out his warmest winter cloak along with his gloves and scarf before heading back downstairs.
Snape had Transfigured his trainers into a pair of black boots with rugged soles. He was holding the boots in his hand when Harry came through the door and he waved him onto one of the exercise benches. Harry sat down and almost gasped when Snape untied Harry's school shoes and removed them; kneeling on the floor as he did so, his hands caressing Harry's foot through his thick woollen socks. His breath hitched as Snape continued for a few more minutes and Harry desperately wanted to know how the man's hands would feel touching his bare skin.
Snape pulled the boots onto Harry before lacing them up and tying a double bow at the top, as the laces were rather long. In his mind's eye, Harry imagined Snape untying the boots; then tugging Harry's socks off with his teeth before he licked Harry's feet. Harry wondered why he had imagined such a thing, for his feet were so ticklish that he didn't think Snape would get one lick in before Harry was squirming away and giggling.
"Ready?" asked Snape, standing up and brushing the dust from the knees of his trousers. Harry nodded, he wasn't sure he could trust himself to speak. Snape Summoned a cloak to him and then picked up a rucksack that had been propped up against the bench Harry had been sitting on. Harry had been so concentrated on Snape that he hadn't even noticed it before.
They made their way outside and to the edge of the school wards. Frost crunched under their feet as they made their way across the lawn to the front gate. The sky was so blue it looked painted and there was hardly a cloud in sight. It was a crisp, clear day but it was very cold. Their breath misted silver in front of them as they continued to walk out through the gates and onto the path that took them in the opposite direction to Hogsmeade.
Harry was in good condition after all their exercises, but after a while of walking so far uphill he began to breathe a bit heavier, although it might have been the altitude. He didn't know how long they walked before Snape suggested it was a good place to stop. Harry had to agree; they were on the crest of a hill overlooking the lake. Hogwarts was like a toy castle perched on the bank and the sun sparkled on the water.
"It's beautiful," breathed Harry, unused to seeing the whole of Hogwarts like this. He turned around to see Snape setting out a picnic blanket and then rummaging in the rucksack. Harry arched a brow at him.
"It seems the elves are as keen as I am to feed you up. When they discovered our morning outing, they wouldn't let me leave the kitchen until they gave me breakfast for us."
A breakfast picnic? Harry grinned at him as he settled himself on the blanket opposite Snape, his back to the lake. It was hard to think of the elves without thinking of Dobby and Harry knew his smile was probably a little forced.
"Harry, it will be all right," said Snape, as if he knew why Harry was suddenly sad today.
"I think I believe you," said Harry. "You've never lied to me. Even when I thought you hated me, you never lied to me."
"I don't hate you, Harry."
"I know." Harry glanced down, staring at the chequered pattern of black and red squares on the blanket.
"Harry, I'm not imagining things, am I? You feel some... attraction to me as well?"
Harry thought briefly of denying it, but what would be the point? He was attracted to Snape; he wanted to do things with him, but wasn't even quite sure what they were. "Yes. I'm sorry."
"Why are you apologising for how you feel? You're allowed to feel, Harry. It's natural. You haven't done anything wrong."
"But I want to do things. With you," Harry admitted in a quiet voice, still not looking at him. Harry wasn't sure he could speak if he felt those dark eyes on him, measuring him. He rambled on before he lost his nerve. "You're going to say something noble now, aren't you? That we can't do anything because you're my professor or something."
"Actually, that wasn't what I was going to say at all. However, the fact that you my student does rather complicate matters. If we are to pursue anything, we would have to be very discreet. Could you handle that? Not even letting your friends know, perhaps even lying to them? Sneaking around so that we could be together?"
"I'm good at keeping secrets," replied Harry softly. "But, sir, Hermione already knows how I feel about you. She knew before I did."
"I see. But Miss Granger is not one who is likely to spread this news around, is she?"
"No, sir."
"And Harry, perhaps it's time you stopped calling me 'sir' unless you have a penchant for being dominated in bed."
Harry spluttered. "Bed?" Oh, God! "I don't think I'm quite ready for that yet, sir."
"No, nor was I suggesting it yet. I've had my fair share of one-night stands, Harry. That is not what I want from you. I want us to do this properly, to get to know each other better first." Snape leaned over and grasped Harry's gloved hand in his. "Harry James Potter, would you grant me the honour of Courting you?"
TBC
SPOILERS FOR DH
Title: Silver and Gold 12/?
Author: Eriador117
Rating: NC-17, Snape/Harry, other pairings.
Spoilers up to and including Deathly Hallows.
Summary: Things are never quite what they seem. Epilogue, what epilogue? ;)
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns the Potterverse, I'm just playing in it.
Beta'd by Rakina, many thanks :)
Warnings: AU, Angst, Mpreg. There are some other things I am not warning for as it will give away the plot and I myself don't exactly know where the story is going yet.
Earlier Parts
Part Twelve
Harry was on time for his counselling session with Madam Pomfrey that evening even though he wasn't sure what he was going to tell her. He didn't want to get Snape into trouble, but he wanted to tell her that he thought his impotence might soon be a thing of the past. How could he tell her without mentioning Snape? There were a few patients in the infirmary, but after she'd made sure that they were all resting comfortably and had placed monitoring charms on them, she ushered Harry into her office and smiled broadly at him as she waved him into his usual chair.
"You're looking very well today, Harry," she said. "I don't think I've seen you this rosy-cheeked for a while."
The comment made Harry blush even harder; Harry was sure his whole body was red. "Um... I think I'm getting better. You know... there," Harry explained, waving his hand in the area of his groin.
"Oh, that is good news, dear! And you have been eating well too; Professor Snape's nutrition advice must be helping. How's your training going?"
"Fine," squeaked Harry, hoping she wouldn't ask him any more about it. Harry wasn't sure he could avoid mentioning how Snape was making him feel if she kept on about him.
"Good, good," she replied and took out her wand to scan him and continue the rest of their session. There was no further mention of Snape during the whole session and Harry finally relaxed.
***
Over the next few weeks, Harry remembered what Hermione had said – that Snape watched him all the time. So Harry started doing a little watching of his own. At meals, in corridors, in class, but most especially during their morning work-outs. Both of them seemed to be aware of the growing attraction between them, but neither spoke of it and when their eyes did chance to meet, both of them glanced away at almost the same moment.
Harry took to getting to the gym earlier and earlier so that he could ride a few miles on the exercise bike before Snape arrived, the other equipment was still charmed against him using it when he was alone. So now when Snape arrived, Harry would already be flushed, sweaty and out of breath. Snape would stare at Harry for a few minutes, as if he liked what he saw, before heading off to get changed.
Snape always wore a tight black t-shirt now. Harry wondered if it was the same one washed time and time again or if Snape had a wardrobe full of black clothes all in the same style; it wouldn't have surprised him if he had. Harry wondered if Snape continued to wear that t-shirt because he knew how much Harry liked it on him, although neither of them had ever mentioned it since that day.
Every morning Snape would take Harry through his weights and exercise regime and every morning they ended up on machines opposite each other. They would watch each other and, if the truth was known, Harry knew they were showing off a bit to each other as well. Harry was fascinated by Snape's arms and Snape always made sure to flex his muscles when he saw Harry watching. For Snape, it seemed that he was enthralled by Harry's thighs, so Harry made sure to concentrate on them when Snape was looking.
On Halloween morning, Harry woke up with sticky sheets for the first time in months; he barely remembered the dream that had left him in this state, but he remembered snippets of Snape touching him, caressing him and Harry knew he wanted that to happen in real life too. But would Snape even want to act on his attraction to Harry considering that Harry was still a student? Or would it be too strange considering how Snape had been friends with Lily? Not to mention how he felt about James.
Sometimes Harry wished that he had been able to love Ginny the way she wanted. They could have got married and had lots of children; he'd have had a ready made family in the Weasleys. But considering his reactions to Snape, Harry knew it was no longer a possibility. He liked men. He liked Snape and he knew it was as more than just his teacher or his trainer.
By the time Harry had a quick wash; he could hardly go down to the gym with semen still coating his thighs, but he couldn't help wondering what Snape would have made of that if he had. Snape was already there, but he was dressed in warm clothes and hiking boots, not his work-out clothes.
"I thought for a change we'd take a walk in the mountains today, Harry. Do you have any hiking shoes?"
"No, just trainers or my school shoes."
"Leave your trainers here while you go and dress warmly. I'll Transfigure them into boots for you."
Harry pulled his trainers out of his bag and handed them to Snape. Their hands connected briefly and Harry felt his skin heat at that brief touch.
"Oh, right. Okay," said Harry, his mind reeling. Snape was asking him to go walking with him? That sounded almost like it was a date, if Snape did such things as go on dates. The stairs seemed to be on his side today and Harry made it back to his room without too much trouble. He hunted out his warmest winter cloak along with his gloves and scarf before heading back downstairs.
Snape had Transfigured his trainers into a pair of black boots with rugged soles. He was holding the boots in his hand when Harry came through the door and he waved him onto one of the exercise benches. Harry sat down and almost gasped when Snape untied Harry's school shoes and removed them; kneeling on the floor as he did so, his hands caressing Harry's foot through his thick woollen socks. His breath hitched as Snape continued for a few more minutes and Harry desperately wanted to know how the man's hands would feel touching his bare skin.
Snape pulled the boots onto Harry before lacing them up and tying a double bow at the top, as the laces were rather long. In his mind's eye, Harry imagined Snape untying the boots; then tugging Harry's socks off with his teeth before he licked Harry's feet. Harry wondered why he had imagined such a thing, for his feet were so ticklish that he didn't think Snape would get one lick in before Harry was squirming away and giggling.
"Ready?" asked Snape, standing up and brushing the dust from the knees of his trousers. Harry nodded, he wasn't sure he could trust himself to speak. Snape Summoned a cloak to him and then picked up a rucksack that had been propped up against the bench Harry had been sitting on. Harry had been so concentrated on Snape that he hadn't even noticed it before.
They made their way outside and to the edge of the school wards. Frost crunched under their feet as they made their way across the lawn to the front gate. The sky was so blue it looked painted and there was hardly a cloud in sight. It was a crisp, clear day but it was very cold. Their breath misted silver in front of them as they continued to walk out through the gates and onto the path that took them in the opposite direction to Hogsmeade.
Harry was in good condition after all their exercises, but after a while of walking so far uphill he began to breathe a bit heavier, although it might have been the altitude. He didn't know how long they walked before Snape suggested it was a good place to stop. Harry had to agree; they were on the crest of a hill overlooking the lake. Hogwarts was like a toy castle perched on the bank and the sun sparkled on the water.
"It's beautiful," breathed Harry, unused to seeing the whole of Hogwarts like this. He turned around to see Snape setting out a picnic blanket and then rummaging in the rucksack. Harry arched a brow at him.
"It seems the elves are as keen as I am to feed you up. When they discovered our morning outing, they wouldn't let me leave the kitchen until they gave me breakfast for us."
A breakfast picnic? Harry grinned at him as he settled himself on the blanket opposite Snape, his back to the lake. It was hard to think of the elves without thinking of Dobby and Harry knew his smile was probably a little forced.
"Harry, it will be all right," said Snape, as if he knew why Harry was suddenly sad today.
"I think I believe you," said Harry. "You've never lied to me. Even when I thought you hated me, you never lied to me."
"I don't hate you, Harry."
"I know." Harry glanced down, staring at the chequered pattern of black and red squares on the blanket.
"Harry, I'm not imagining things, am I? You feel some... attraction to me as well?"
Harry thought briefly of denying it, but what would be the point? He was attracted to Snape; he wanted to do things with him, but wasn't even quite sure what they were. "Yes. I'm sorry."
"Why are you apologising for how you feel? You're allowed to feel, Harry. It's natural. You haven't done anything wrong."
"But I want to do things. With you," Harry admitted in a quiet voice, still not looking at him. Harry wasn't sure he could speak if he felt those dark eyes on him, measuring him. He rambled on before he lost his nerve. "You're going to say something noble now, aren't you? That we can't do anything because you're my professor or something."
"Actually, that wasn't what I was going to say at all. However, the fact that you my student does rather complicate matters. If we are to pursue anything, we would have to be very discreet. Could you handle that? Not even letting your friends know, perhaps even lying to them? Sneaking around so that we could be together?"
"I'm good at keeping secrets," replied Harry softly. "But, sir, Hermione already knows how I feel about you. She knew before I did."
"I see. But Miss Granger is not one who is likely to spread this news around, is she?"
"No, sir."
"And Harry, perhaps it's time you stopped calling me 'sir' unless you have a penchant for being dominated in bed."
Harry spluttered. "Bed?" Oh, God! "I don't think I'm quite ready for that yet, sir."
"No, nor was I suggesting it yet. I've had my fair share of one-night stands, Harry. That is not what I want from you. I want us to do this properly, to get to know each other better first." Snape leaned over and grasped Harry's gloved hand in his. "Harry James Potter, would you grant me the honour of Courting you?"
TBC