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Abinikai
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Year: Harry's 6th Pairings: HP/SS, RW/HG Rating: PG so far, just because I believe you should have your parents know when you're reading slash (if you're young, that is). Will escalate to PG-13 at least, possibly R, depending on how I feel when I'm writing that part.
Disclaimer: I don't own it. Ask my muse.
Johnny: Nope, she doesn't! She's dead broke. If she owned it, she could actually afford decent clothes for me!
Me: Hey! I resent that. I think you look quite nice without shirts on. For all those who are wondering, Johnny is actually Johnny Depp's miniature clone.
Author's Note: I just got bored. Laaa-deee-daaa. See? I'm still bored. Pity those who actually live with me and suffer through my boredom. I sure do. Especially Johnny. He gets the brunt of my boredom. Johnny grimaces and nods You should pity him the most.
WARNING: -sirens blare- There will be slash in the future! I repeat, there WILL be slash! If you are squeamish to the idea of two guys having a relationship, then GO AWAY. Those who dare flame after I have given you this WARNING will suffer a very painful death at my hands. This death involves my pet radioactive green flying monkeys, you and my malicious laughter. THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING. DO NOT READ OR FLAME IF YOU DO NOT LIKE SLASH.
Harry tried to keep the swelling sense of doom controlled inside of him; this could not be good. Not at all. The color in Harry's face drained as the students filed out of the classroom and his knuckles grew white. Hermione and Ron threw him one last sympathetic look and motioned that they'd talk after Transfigurations, and Malfoy gave him one last smirk, turned, threw his nose in the air and glided-there was no other word for it-out of the room.
Harry sat stone still at his desk, terrified of what was to come. What did he do wrong? What had he done to make Snape so angry? All Harry could do was stare at his desk, knowing that Snape was looking at him.
"I am sure you are wondering why you are here," said Snape coldly, and Harry got the distinct impression that he did not want to be here. At this, he looked up to see the disdain on Snape's face. He was obviously not enjoying this as Harry thought he would. Harry found the senses to nod after a moment, not daring to ask the thousands of questions that were running rampant in his mind.
"The Headmaster, after many long, annoying talks, has convinced me that is in my best interest to rethink my abhorrence of you and your kind." Snape could not keep the disgust out of his voice at the last bit, though his voice had remained relevantly unemotional until then. "In other words, he has ordered me to not loath you."
Instead of answering the questions in his head, this only created more. Harry was vaguely aware that his jaw had dropped slightly and he still had not said a word. He remedied his slack jaw, but still could not bring himself to voice his concerns.
"Due to my...change of opinion of you over the past two years, mostly because of the Triwizard Tournament and the supposed losses you suffered and your...heroics last year, I have agreed to this without...further protestation. Though I am seriously considering protesting some more."
At this, Harry finally gathered the courage to say something. "Then why don't you? I'm sure we'd both be much happier," if Snape was ever happy, "if this was not happening." Harry still did not see his part in this, but he figured he still didn't want to do it.
"I am afraid we will have no choice in the matter. I have already told the Dark Lord that my plan is to get closer to you and convince you to trust me so that he does not hear rumors and suspect something. What's done is done."
"And why wasn't I told of this and given a decision?" asked Harry incredulously.
"I am sorry to inform you, Mr. Potter, that the world does not revolve around you. Professor Dumbledore was confident that he already knew your answer to this...torture, and did not feel it necessary to involve your opinion, as it would not have mattered anyways."
"And what does this...mean? For me, I mean."
"Again, Mr. Potter, the world does not revolved around you. Professor Dumbledore has decided that we will have weekly...sessions together that we may use to our own discretion. He only requires that we be together and that no one is hurt or killed in the process...much to my disappointment." Harry stared at Snape stonily. "So I will see you here tonight, at seven thirty sharp. Do not entertain the thought of being a second late, Potter. Now, go to your next class, as I am sure your fan-club is missing your presence dearly and will soon send a search party with their highest hopes being to find your body."
Harry walked out of the potions classroom in a daze, and spent the rest of the day in the same state of mind. Why? Why him? Why now, of all times? He went up to Dumbledore to protest it all, but all the Headmaster did was smile mysteriously and tell Harry that he thought Harry'd be surprised at what he might find out. He also took a few moments to tell Hermione and Ron, throwing a tantrum while he was at it, and becoming more enraged when Hermione said that it might actually be beneficial.
Ron backed up Harry, though. "What's 'beneficial' about spending time with Snape, of all people? He'll likely hex Harry into next week!"
"Ron, I hate to tell you this and 'burst your bubble,' so to speak," Harry couldn't help but smile at Ron's confusion with the Muggle analogy, "but if Harry and Snape can at least come to tolerate each other, then they will both be more prepared to benefit each other in the fight against Voldemort, and who knows what other good things could come of it."
"And who knows what other bad things could come of it, 'Mione! Snape could kill Harry!"
"But he won't. Professor Dumbledore wouldn't allow it. Harry told us that himself."
Harry knocked resignedly on the door and stood awkwardly in the doorframe.
"Doors are made for entering, Mr. Potter. Do not stand in one like a git," said Snape from inside his office. Harry could tell that this would be a tense night. "Sit down, and don't think about making yourself comfortable. With any luck, you won't be here long."
"I wasn't going to get 'comfortable,'" muttered Harry under his breath. He waited in one of the desks for Snape to come out of the room.
Still dressed in what seemed the only robes he owned, Snape swept out of his office as menacingly as ever. Harry grimaced-it would be a long hour.
They sat in silence for a good ten minutes before Snape began to talk. "As I told you earlier, I do not...agree with this...arrangement. However, Dumbledore insisted that I try to make conversation instead of intimidating you by staring at you for the entire evening."
"Who says you would intimidate me if you did stare at me all evening?" asked Harry, more to break his own silence than anything else. Immediately he regretted his words-surely Snape would deduct points from his house.
But he didn't. Instead, Snape said, "Unfortunately Dumbledore refused to allow me to punish you for any insolence I may receive, saying that your fear for the loss of points from your house would not help our 'growing relationship,' so do not think that you have gotten away with that remark; be sure that I will find other ways to punish you for it. As for my intimidation of you-I have always intimidated you, and will continue to do so. I am sure that your stupid Gryffindor courage would not stand up to an entire evening of my constant stares. Not that I would want to stare at you for an entire evening-more likely than not, it would end up bolstering your already-too-big ego."
Harry kept his mouth shut, as at least part of what Snape had said was true- -Harry was not sure that he could stand an entire hour of Snape's unnervingly cold stare.
"Anyways, as I was saying before you so rudely interrupted me, Dumbledore will not let us sit in silence for the entire evening, so he has given me a list of things I can use as... 'small talk,' as he called it." Snape glanced down at a paper, the disdain showing on his face. "What is your favorite subject?" he asked after a long moment of silence, the words coming thickly and awkwardly out of his mouth.
Harry couldn't help it-he burst out laughing. Snape looked as if he would murder Harry then and there despite Dumbledore's orders. Once Harry had calmed down considerably (though a few chuckles still escaped every few moments), Snape asked what Harry found so funny, as this was obviously not "a joyous occasion."
"Well," chuckle, "it's just so," laugh, "ironic. You and me," giggle, "sitting alone in a room," snicker, "talking about," and here Harry had to stop for a moment, as another fit of laughter took him, "my favorite subject." Harry giggled for another minute, then, seeing Snape's humorless expression, attempted to sober up.
"I do not find this situation humorous," said Snape, and Harry restrained from rolling his eyes-well, duh, "and do not think you should be taking it so lightly. I will see you next Wednesday."
Harry took the hint and picked up and left, accidentally letting another chuckle escape before he left the room. It had definatly not been an hour, but if Dumbledore expected them to last an entire hour-even half an hour-the first, second, third or more times, then he was definately expecting more than could be achieved under even the best circumstances.
When Harry told his friends, unable to stop laughing during the story, they ended up rolling on the floor with mirth along with him. It was too ironic-the Boy Who Lifed and a former Death Eater, current spy, who had a long history of rivalry that even dated back to Harry's father, attempting to reconcile their differences and possibly become friends.
Harry almost couldn't wait to see what the next week had in store, as this day had alreadly proven to be memorable.
A/N: Tell me...should I kill it off now, while I still have my dignity? Or do you really want me to continue this? Or do you even care at all? Well, I have the next chapter all but finished, but I won't post it until I have votes. Kill, continue or indifferent? Oh, and let me know how well they're in cannon...I'm kind of worried about that. Please R&R. Bash, criticize or praise, I don't care. But just let me know that it's being read. Cookies and kudos for those who respond!
Johnny: Ta-ta for now! And be happy that her mother made the cookies! ducks Hey! stop throwing your books at me! They're heavy! runs away Aaah! She's attacking me! Help! Muse abuse! Muse abuse!
