agneskamilla (agneskamilla) wrote in adventdrabbles, @ 2014-12-28 01:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | contributor: agneskamilla, dec27, fandom: harry potter, prompt27, year: 2014 |
Dec 27; Harry Potter; Snape/Harry, Draco; Morning After
Title: Morning After
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing/Characters: Harry Potter/Severus Snape(main), hints of others (The muse made me! It's all her responsibility!)
Rating: R
Word Count: 2486
Warning(s): AU, non-con elements, you will hate me (please don't do too fiercely)
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I write this only for entertainment purposes, no money is made by me.
Prompt(s): Mistletoe
AN: Unbeta'd. Written for adventdrabbles 2014; Day 27. I have had this idea for months and now I will attempt to write it in December... so TBC. Part of series called 'Incomplete'. Follow up to Departure, Encounter, Storm, Night-time, Introductions, Observation, Rescheduling, Lecture, Outing, Greetings, Exposure/Common Ground, Collateral Damage and Complication.
After struggling with his conscience most of the night Harry falls asleep only at near dawn. A few short hours later he wakes with the resolution that he needs to speak with Master Snape and ask for his forgiveness if it’s possible. If not… then Harry will have to deal with the consequences of his shameful actions.
He arrives at the dining room pale but determined. He finds there four persons: Master Snape, Malfoy and two women. He remembers only too late the prearranged visit of Malfoy’s mother and aunt. Three pairs of eyes are glued to him from the moment he steps into the room while the fourth, the one he most dreads and wishes to see, is stubbornly cast down.
“How delightful to see that you are up, Potter!” Malfoy greets him with uncharacteristic cheerfulness. “Mother, let me introduce Harry Potter to you!” he addresses the immaculately dressed, beautiful, albeit cold woman beside him. “Potter, this is my mother, Narcissa Malfoy.”
The woman looks disapproving of something, her lips are pressed into a thin line. She nods to Harry condescendingly, but doesn’t offer her hand.
Harry bows to her. ”I’m glad to meet you, Madam,” he says politely.
Malfoy turns to the other woman. “Aunt Bellatrix, this is Harry Potter,” he offers with a malicious glee in his eyes which matches the woman’s dark smile. “Potter, this is my aunt, Bellatrix Lestrange.”
Bellatrix, so different from Malfoy’s mother in her colouring and dangerously sparkling eyes, does offer her hand for a kiss to Harry who, remembering well what his mother taught him, kisses the offered hand while greeting the woman politely. He cannot shrug of the feeling of unease while he holds the woman’s hand in his own.
The breakfast is unnerving for Harry.
Malfoy looks smug; he sits next to Master Snape and is constantly leaning into him, watching him, whispering to him. Narcissa looks condemning and maybe worried as well, although Harry is not sure about that. She watches her son during the whole meal. Bellatrix looks gleeful and malicious, and she is eyeing Harry almost constantly. When her eyes wander off in the direction of Malfoy and Snape she looks simply disgusted. Harry tries (and fails) not to stare at Master Snape endlessly, but the man stubbornly holds his gaze stuck to his plate, his face closed off. Harry is devastated; this look must be the consequence of Harry’s repulsive behaviour from last night. Even the house-elf behaves out of the norm this morning; Dobby looks frightened to death. Harry doesn’t blame him.
“Oh, Potter, did you sleep well?” Malfoy inquires happily. “I am surprised that all the ruckus didn’t wake you up in the morning. Mother and Aunt arrived earlier than Severus and I expected,” he adds slyly and slides his hand over Master Snape’s.
Harry chokes upon his words.
“Ye-Yes. T-Thanks,” he stutters with great effort and a deep blush.
Narcissa’s mouth narrows even more if it’s possible. Her disapproval is palpable.
“I would have preferred a more… decorous welcome, Draco,” she chastises Malfoy.
Before Malfoy has a chance to react Snape interrupts, finally raising his gaze from the table.
“I think that this is a topic unsuitable for the breakfast table,” he utters sternly moving his gaze over all the others, avoiding only Harry.
Oh, Gods, now Harry is sure that Snape remembers Harry taking advantage of him. Harry’s blush grows with his shame.
Narcissa looks angry, Draco grins like a Cheshire cat and Bellatrix only snorts at Snape’s comment.
What the hell is going on, Harry wonders. Whatever, he must talk to Master Snape after breakfast.
Harry’s plan to speak to Master Snape immediately after breakfast gets delayed when Narcissa asks the man for a word. There is a strange tension between the two of them, but nevertheless, Snape nods his approval and they leave the dining-room together.
Harry feels awkward as both his remaining companions stare at him with a malicious glee in their eyes. Even if they don’t look very much alike, that expression shows that they are closely related.
He tries to eat as fast as possible, and with a mumbled apology he leaves the room at the first opportunity.
Harry lurks in the corridor in front of the library and waits. When he finally sees Narcissa ascending the stairs he takes a step back into the shadows. After Narcissa enters one of the guestrooms and closes the door behind herself, Harry hurries towards the laboratory, to find Master Snape before he loses his courage. Even if Master Snape hates him for a lifetime, even if he kicks Harry out of the house post-haste, he has to apologize for last night.
When he arrives at the laboratory’s entrance the door is opened a crack and Harry can see Snape on the other side. At the moment he casts his eyes upon the man he is overwhelmed by emotions and feels his skin glow; he supresses the magic with great effort and he is just lifting his hand to knock when he hears a voice.
“Last night was incredible. I have been dreaming about this for a long time,” Malfoy’s whiny timbre comes from the other side of the door, and the young man appears next to Snape.
Snape’s cheeks are coloured with the barest hint of rose and he tilts his head in a motion that can be interpreted as a nod.
Malfoy’s smile is satisfied. Harry’s face loses all its colour.
“I hope you don’t mind the Christmas decoration. I feel so… festive today,” Malfoy goes on with a cat-like smile on his face, gesturing towards the ceiling.
“You know that bringing foreign material in is not an advisable thing to do in the laboratory; your so called decorations can contaminate the ingredients.” Harry hears something odd in Snape’s voice; it’s not as stern and confident as usual, instead it sounds slightly hesitant.
“That is why I ordered the elf to put it here, and not in the potion’s lab.” Malfoy is ready with his answer, his smile never wavering as he is inching closer and closer to Snape.
“He was the one to place mistletoe here as well,” Malfoy says, and Harry can see a bunch of the plant above their heads. “I find it inexcusably rude to deny traditions, don’t you?” Malfoy drawls seductively.
Harry is ready to burst into the room in a fit of anger when he suddenly feels himself freeze into motionlessness as a body-binding spell paralyzes him from head to toe. He sees Malfoy leaning into Master Snape and kissing him on the mouth meanwhile reaching over their heads and plucking a berry from the bouquet of mistletoe above them.
Even if the sight wouldn’t break his heart into two, the faint echo of an emotion not his own, a feeling of tentative hope and longing, flowing through the tendrils of his magic which entwine his body, coming from his beloved, surely does the job. He sees Snape returning the kiss and closes his eyes against the incredible pain it causes in his chest.
He feels a stab of a wand in his neck, and hears a whisper in his ear.
“Disgusting, aren’t they? Hopefully my nephew regains his senses soon, and gets rid of the repulsive bat,” Bellatrix murmurs disdainfully in his ear. Harry can’t move or say a word in the confines of the woman’s spell.
“Come now, my beautiful, we have more pressing matters to attend to,” she whispers into Harry’s ear, her nose touching his skin. Harry shivers. Stealthily she levitates Harry towards one of the guest rooms on the first floor.
When the room’s door closes behind them, she spins Harry around and pushes him back against the door.
She leans towards Harry and grabs his chin. Harry meets her gaze defiantly, even if he still can’t move. “I have had my suspicions ever since Draco mentioned in his letter your little encounter in the storm and your odd behaviour since then, but you,” she almost purrs into Harry’s ear, standing uncomfortably close to him, “foolish little boy, you yourself handed me the final proof. Peeking into Snape’s lair, glowing like that in the middle of the corridor, what were you thinking? Which one of them you are pining after, I wonder. I hope it’s Draco, Snape is just too… eeek,” she grimaces.
She has the gall to say that, Harry thinks on the edge of horror-induced hysteria.
“I got you, you filthy, freakish little Fae!” she breathes against Harry’s cheek.
Harry’s eyes widen into saucers in his panic. No matter how he struggles, he cannot escape the confines. He can’t do a thing as Bellatrix removes his wand from his sleeve. He tries to reach out with his inner magic, but the binding somehow repels it.
“You stupid little creature, you are defenceless against Dark magic!” She giggles madly.
She steps closer and presses her breasts against Harry; he can feel the warmth of her body and feels nauseated.
“I never really liked fairy tales. Too sappy for my liking,” Bellatrix continues contemplatively. “But some details I remember. How was it said? You surely know the silly children’s song…. Oh, yes:
Fae’s love keeps young,
Fae’s heart lights dark,
Fae’s love given for keeps,
Brings you eternal beauty.”
Harry feels the woman’s breath on his lips, her caress on his cheek. He desperately wants to get away, but he can’t, he can’t.
“You, my darling little fairy-boy, will give me all of that.” Her hand is sliding down on Harry’s torso. “That, and more,” she says and her lips descend on Harry’s mouth while her hand grabs Harry’s crotch.
Suddenly, both of them are covered in angry green light, seemingly coming under Harry’s skin. Bellatrix leans back and cackles madly; her face is glowing, her eyes are bright with ethereal light, and her hair, her thick, curly hair is shining and growing longer and longer.
“Fae’s love keeps young,” she cants in a sing-song voice and rubs herself against Harry’s uninterested body.
Harry wants to vomit.
Her locks reach under her waist by now and are intertwining then coming apart constantly, like a bundle of snakes.
She presses her thigh between Harry’s legs. “Eternal beauty,” she moans ecstatically.
Harry fights desperately for his freedom, his magic getting more and more agitated.
Abruptly her knee-long curls seem to come alive and wrap around her neck, strangling her. She stumbles back from Harry as she tries to pry the snake-like locks of her hair away from her neck. But the black curls don’t let her go, twining more and more tightly around her. Her eyes bulge in her face and she falls to her knees.
Harry watches her struggle horrified.
Bellatrix’s face turns blue and her fingers fall from her neck. For a few moments nothing moves, then with a thud, she drops to the side.
Suddenly the binding spell releases Harry. Although he isn’t confined anymore, he is unable to move.
A minute goes by. On shaking legs Harry starts towards the body on the floor. He can’t take more than two steps, because the door abruptly opens and Draco Malfoy steps in.
He runs his cold grey eyes over the scene and finally stops his gaze on Harry.
“Did you kill her?” he asks coldly.
Harry is trembling in his whole body.
“I… I… I think so,” he stutters, still shocked.
Malfoy nods, and smiles.
“You, as a murderer, I would never have thought. What will Severus think?!” he says mockingly.
The blood freezes in Harry’s veins.
“I must thank you, Potter,” Malfoy says with frightening nonchalance. ”I thought it would be much harder to get rid of you, but you did all the dirty work for me,” he smirks.
Harry shakes his head desperately.
Malfoy beams more radiantly in the face of Harry’s mute denial. “Severus sought me out this morning,” the blonde informs Harry indifferently. “He told me that he wanted to spend his life with me after the night of passion we had shared last night. I was a bit surprised, but never look a gift abraxan in the mouth, right?” he asks with a cruel gleam to his eyes. ”Anyway, I agreed.”
“But that’s a lie!” Harry shouts indignantly. “You… you never spent the night with him.” I did, remains unsaid.
Malfoy snorts.
“And what will you use that fact for?” he asks arrogantly. “To sully his reputation, forever stigmatizing him as a lover of a murderer? Took him long enough to restore his standing in the eye of the society, you want to ruin that for him? I can make him happy, we are from the same breed, while you are not even human!” he spits disgustedly. “What will people say when they learn that you are a filthy, murderous creature, a bloody Fae!” Malfoy’s beautiful face is deformed by his repulsion. “I have had my suspicions, but dear Aunt Bella confirmed them, rest her soul in peace,” he says with an insincere expression. “They will surely be out for your blood, and by association for Severus’s blood too. And don’t assume that people won’t find out. If you dare stand in my way I won’t hesitate to tell everybody,” he threatens Harry with an expression of pure hatred.
“You can’t,” Harry whispers faintly. His whole body staggers under the weight of Malfoy’s words, and the unpleasant truth of them. Harry would bring nothing but trouble on Master Snape’s head, no matter how much he loves him.
“Draco?” they hear a muffled voice from the corridor; Snape is looking for Draco.
Along with his voice, an empathic echo of the man’s feelings also reaches Harry: a faint whisper of hope and cautious affection. And that decides it like nothing else could. Harry bows his head.
Snape has a future with Draco that Harry can’t give him. He has nothing to offer but a life of scorn and disdain and persecution. Snape deserves better than that.
“I arranged a portkey for you.” Malfoy is all business now. “It will drop you at that disgusting rat-hole, the Dark Unicorn. Don’t bother with your things, I will send them after you.” It seems he has thought about everything. He pulls out a dragon figurine on a chain from his pocket. “You can keep the pendant, as a reminder of me and my promises,” he says darkly.
Harry holds his hand out.
Malfoy drops the pendant in his palm. “Good riddance,” he utters the password with a wide smile and Harry is gone with a bluish-white flash.
Malfoy steps to Bellatrix and kicks her foot. “You lazy tramp, I saw you breathe!”
She moans. He smiles.
“Sodding bitch. I hope you will have a hell of a headache,” he mumbles.
“Draco?” Severus’ voice filters through the door.
“I’m coming!” he yells back and leaves the room with a satisfied smile.