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Jul. 30th, 2005 @ 08:59 am Part 9: Harry.

Harry lasted just over an hour. By that time, he was nearly delirious with heat and exhaustion, and not eating breakfast hadn't done him any favours. He thought the fire was getting hotter, and he kept scrubbing the same place on the floor, and he could have sworn Snape was staring at him, which wasn't helping.

Sinking back on his heels, Harry blinked the sweat out of his eyes and rubbed at his forehead with his arm. He swayed alarmingly when he opened his eyes again, the room spinning, and he threw his other hand out to catch himself. Once he was steady, he glanced up at Snape to see if he'd noticed; the last thing he needed was for Snape to think he couldn't handle a little work. It wasn't like the Dursleys didn't make him clean things all the time, and Snape had another thing coming if he thought Harry couldn't clean his stupid floor. But when he looked at Snape, Snape was looking somewhere else, just like he had been every other time Harry had checked.

Harry shot him a glare and then yanked his jumper over his head. He hated admitting defeat, but he was worried he might pass out if he didn't cool down somehow. Cursing Snape in his mind, he balled up the jumper and threw it at the chair. Then he heard movement behind him, the slide of Snape's chair against the dungeon floor, the soft whisper of his robes as he moved. Harry risked another look and saw that Snape was standing with his back to Harry, one shoulder leaning casually against the wall, the other arm moving slightly as he flipped through a book.

A surge of anger tore through Harry, that Snape could be so maddeningly casual, so cool and calm and collected in this hell of a dungeon. Harry could just see the edges of his profile, and there wasn't a drop of sweat in that greasy hair. He bared his teeth and then Snape—moved, somehow, turned and shifted closer to the wall, and Harry was almost knocked over by the image of himself, caught between Snape and the wall, clutching at Snape's shoulders and grinding against his thigh the way he had last night.

The room was suddenly much hotter.

Without thinking about it, Harry pulled off his glasses, yanked his t-shirt over his head, used it to wipe the sweat from his face, and then threw it at the chair with his jumper. He put his glasses back on and threw himself into scrubbing the floor, determined to lose himself in the work, in the stretch and ache of his muscles, in anything that wasn't Snape.

It worked for a while. But as Harry cleaned, he gradually became aware of that prickling sensation on the back of his neck, the one that meant Snape was watching him. It took him a few minutes to realise that it wasn't going away. Snape wasn't glancing at him occasionally. Snape wasn't just checking up on him to make sure he was still working. Snape was staring at him, and there was Harry, on all fours and shirtless and sweaty.

Tension coiled between his shoulders at the thought. He couldn't imagine any reason Snape would be staring at him, unless he was doing something wrong. And if he was doing something wrong, Snape would say so, often and with big words. That left only the possibility that Snape was watching him to make him uncomfortable, to distract him into messing up so he'd have to start all over.

Well, he wouldn't. Harry set his jaw, plunged the rag into the bucket, and then attacked the floor with renewed force. Ignoring Snape's eyes on him, though, was a lot harder than he'd expected. They were burning into him, as if the dungeon wasn't already hot enough, and it didn't take long for Harry's skin to start tingling, every inch of him aware of Snape's presence.

And thinking about Snape's presence only got him thinking about the night before, when he'd been so overwhelmed by that presence, by all that heat and pressure, that he'd forgotten himself completely. And now there was more heat and a different kind of pressure, and to his horror, Harry's cock started to harden. He scrubbed more vigourously at the floor and tried not to slip on his own sweat.

*

Harry felt near collapse by the time lunch rolled around; pain was shooting through his knees every time he moved, his back and shoulders were aching, his hands had been rubbed raw, and his cock was so hard it hurt. But at least there was no way Snape was going to be able to complain about his stupid floor, or anything else in the dungeon. It was spotless. Harry was sure of it.

Harry hated this, hated that he reacted to Snape this way despite his hatred, and he wondered if Snape had been telling the truth the night before, about hatred not mattering. It hadn't seemed to matter much when he'd brought himself off against Snape's leg, and that was... really not what he needed to be thinking about.

Snape finally barked that it was time for lunch, and Harry gratefully straightened and stretched, trying to ease his aching muscles. He was still hard, and he was careful to keep his back to Snape as he walked awkwardly to the armchair to get his shirt. He wrinkled his nose as he realised how sweat-soaked he was, and used his jumper to dry himself before pulling on his t-shirt. For once he was grateful to be wearing Dudley's giant hand-me-downs; at least there was some chance Snape wouldn't notice the tent in his trousers. He was far too hot to even think about putting the jumper back on, so he left it where it was.

He left the office as quickly as he could, not bothering to wait for Snape. But he'd only just made it outside when he was stopped in his tracks by the cool air in the corridors; it was such a relief after the sweltering heat of Snape's office that he froze and closed his eyes, letting the very slight dungeon breeze waft over him. He'd never noticed it before, and it felt so good he almost smiled.

He was startled out of his reverie when Snape's office door slammed shut a few moments later. He stayed where he was for another second or two, and then headed for the Great Hall without so much as a backwards glance at Snape.

*

'Harry, what have you been doing?' It was Hermione's turn to look outraged.

'Cleaning Snape's office,' Harry said, piling his plate full of food and not bothering to lower his voice.

Ron elbowed him in the ribs. 'He'll hear you!'

Harry rolled his eyes and glanced quickly at Snape, who was at the other end of the table, ignoring everyone. 'It's not like he doesn't know what I've been doing, Ron.'

Ron's ears turned a little red. 'Yeah...'

'Look, I don't want to talk about it. It's bad enough I have to be there all day. How's the research going?'

*

After lunch, Harry followed Snape back to his office and tried to control his nerves. There was a lot more time between lunch and supper than there was between breakfast and lunch, and although Snape had said he could study, Harry didn't trust him. He watched apprehensively as Snape put his palm on the door and the wards shimmered away, and then he waited for Snape to wave him inside.

It was like walking into a furnace. Harry hadn't realised how hot the room had become, but after being in the Great Hall, it was almost unbearable. He looked at Snape, who seemed unaffected.

'Why aren't you hot?' he demanded. 'Sir.'

Snape's head swiveled around and he arched an eyebrow. 'Cooling charms on my robes.'

Harry felt his mouth drop open. 'That's not fair!'

The eyebrow climbed a little higher. 'Fair? I rather think the word you're looking for is pleasant. Because punishments aren't pleasant, Mr Potter, but they are always fair.'

Harry sighed and shook his head slightly, not really in the mood to listen to Snape's weird life lessons. He shoved the fringe off his forehead, which was already starting to sweat, and changed the subject. 'Can I—you said I could study after lunch, Professor.' He tried to keep his tone respectful. 'Is it all right if I just read, sir?'

He hoped so; he was exhausted, so tired he could barely see straight, and he wasn't sure he'd make it through another hour of physical labour. Snape shot another sceptical glance at his books, but inclined his head. 'Very well. It should at least keep you out of my way while I test the potion.'

Harry bit back his sigh of relief and curled back up on the chair to read.

Five minutes later he was wishing heroic hippogriffs were more interesting. Between the exhaustion, the heat, and the huge lunch he'd eaten, Harry was having trouble keeping his eyes open. And when they were open, he was having trouble concentrating on the words in front of him. They swam in and out of focus, and Harry's eyelids felt made of lead, and he was only dimly aware of the book sliding from his fingertips as he fell asleep.
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From:annephoenix
Date:July 30th, 2005 02:23 pm (UTC)
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Harry was almost knocked over by the image of himself, caught between Snape and the wall, clutching at Snape's shoulders and grinding against his thigh the way he had last night.

The room was suddenly much hotter.


You’re telling me… *wipes brow* Sheesh, I was almost knocked over there, too.


Snape was staring at him, and there was Harry, on all fours and shirtless and sweaty.

Gaaaah. And again.

Our little Harry seems to be in a bit of a stitch…




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From:annephoenix
Date:July 30th, 2005 02:24 pm (UTC)

PS

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That incoherent wibbling meant that I really enjoyed this chapter and I'm scooting off to read about Snape now. I'm pretty sure my room has heated up a few degrees during the past few minutes, too!
*Licks Harry*
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From:atrata
Date:July 30th, 2005 02:27 pm (UTC)

Re: PS

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Hee, thanks! I'm glad you liked it. :)
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From:atrata
Date:July 30th, 2005 02:24 pm (UTC)
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And it only gets worse. *grin*

Er. Not that I'm enjoying this or anything.
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From:viverra_libro
Date:July 30th, 2005 02:55 pm (UTC)
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Poor exhausted, sweaty Harry. ;) He's so determined to be strong!

You write him - well, fairly. You realistically portray his personality, in particular his amazing determination and strength of character, and give him logical reasons for demonstrating his less mature qualities, like his famous (or is that infamous) impulsiveness. That probably does't sound like a big compliment, but I mean it to be; Harry's often written as a congolmeration of extremes, without any coherent connecting thread of logic or personality. You write him as a person.

Thank you for continuing to write! I know you've been busy lately.
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From:atrata
Date:July 30th, 2005 03:07 pm (UTC)
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Heh, I actually had this mostly written before we even posted the last parts. Switch is, um, inspirational like that. I got the draft of part eight and was half-done with part nine in something crazy like ten minutes. *grin*

But. Yes! Thank you very much. That is a big compliment; I definitely try pretty hard to write Harry as a person. It's interesting because his strengths and weaknesses often stem from the same qualities. So. Anyway. Yes. Glad you enjoyed this. :D
From:switchknife
Date:July 30th, 2005 03:24 pm (UTC)
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It's interesting because his strengths and weaknesses often stem from the same qualities.

YES. Yes. Wow, I should quote you on that.
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From:atrata
Date:July 30th, 2005 03:42 pm (UTC)
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That's one of the things I love about him, really. It can't be argued that his huge heart is a bad thing, but it does get him into trouble sometimes. And I love that. It rings very true.
From:cravache
Date:July 30th, 2005 03:30 pm (UTC)
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Um. My god. *curls toes at the tension*

The room was suddenly much hotter.

So is my room. *fans self frantically* Just the intensity of Snape's gaze, of Harry feeling it was enough to make me squirm. All the prelude of heat used in previous chapters is painting a rich, lovely tense atmosphere. Building it all up very slowly, you tease. Both of you. :D

And Potter now asleep--I have all these perverted ideas of Snape taking excessively unfair advantage of Potter as he slumbers. *scampers off to the next part eagerly*
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From:atrata
Date:July 31st, 2005 04:55 am (UTC)
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Building it all up very slowly, you tease. Both of you.

What can I say? We're evil. *grin*

Thanks for reading. :)
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From:ariadneelda
Date:July 30th, 2005 08:09 pm (UTC)
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Oh guh. That image - Harry sweaty, shirtless, on all fours, hearing Snape's movements, feeling Snape's stare, getting hard at the memory of himself humping Snape's leg... guhhh, it was as if I was hearing Snape's movements and feeling Snape's stare myself. One word: HOT! Much hotter than Snape's office! The cooling charm - hee! I'd expected he'd done that! :D The bastard, he tortures Harry so deliciously and I enjoy Harry's suffering so much. Heh, yeah, I'm bad like that. *g*

I adore the way you write Harry! You always keep him SO much IC.
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From:atrata
Date:July 31st, 2005 04:56 am (UTC)
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Eeee, thanks so much! I'm glad you think so. I have a great time writing him, so it's nice to know it's working for people. :)

And you are totally not the only one enjoying Harry's suffering. *cough*
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From:ashenface
Date:July 30th, 2005 10:01 pm (UTC)
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He couldn't imagine any reason Snape would be staring at him, unless he was doing something wrong. And if he was doing something wrong, Snape would say so, often and with big words.
hehehe giggled helplessly as harry, hes sooooo paranoid...but with snape he does have a legit reason. and i love the big words.

sorry iv never commented on your side but i will start (you see im trying to win you favor) hi im ashen and im currently trying to build a rec site and bunny farm and i was wondering i you'd mind if i recd this lovely little thing?
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From:atrata
Date:July 31st, 2005 04:57 am (UTC)
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Rec away! I'm glad you like the story well enough to do so. :)

And yes, Harry certainly has a reason to be paranoid. Snape is clearly up to something. *nods*
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From:djin7
Date:July 30th, 2005 11:17 pm (UTC)
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Wow. Another tense session. However, I get the distinct impression here that despite Harry's protestations, all he really wants is Snape's approval. It seems apparent here :

He swayed alarmingly when he opened his eyes again, the room spinning, and he threw his other hand out to catch himself. Once he was steady, he glanced up at Snape to see if he'd noticed; the last thing he needed was for Snape to think he couldn't handle a little work. It wasn't like the Dursleys didn't make him clean things all the time, and Snape had another thing coming if he thought Harry couldn't clean his stupid floor.

Clearly he is trying to prove his physical prowess and his determination here. The comparison to the Dursleys solidifies his inherent need to be *noticed*, or just for once, appreciated. The Slytherin in Harry rears its hissing head when Snape is around, and that can only be good, methinks. Harry hates himself for wanting Snape's approval, and his attentions, as well. But he is guileless when it comes to his own attraction to Severus. He feels alone in his physical confusion, but he is not.

I keep my fingers crossed that he will soon know.

Great work as always, Atra.
I *patiently* await your next.
Cheers!
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From:atrata
Date:July 31st, 2005 05:01 am (UTC)
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Hmmmm... interesting insights. See, I never have insights. I do think he has a need to be noticed and appreciated, and I think he'd be mortified to realize it's Snape he's looking to to give him those things. I'm not sure that's his Slytherin side talking, though. Dunno. You always give me something to think about. :)

Glad you enjoyed.
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From:djin7
Date:July 31st, 2005 05:08 am (UTC)
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I only say his Slytherin side because the Hat told him he has a thirst to prove himself, just like a Slytherin would.

*g*

But yeah, he would be mortified. But even in canon, I am sure Snape's insults hurt all the worse for Harry, and every year he hopes more (until now, of course) for Snape to just say once, "Good work, Potter. 2 points to Gryffindor". Just once.

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Date:July 31st, 2005 03:04 am (UTC)
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Should I pity Harry or Snape? Damn, the boy almost made me nosebleed and shift restless in my seat.
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From:atrata
Date:July 31st, 2005 05:02 am (UTC)
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Eh, I think they both have it coming. *grin*
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From:phaballa
Date:July 31st, 2005 03:30 am (UTC)
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And if he was doing something wrong, Snape would say so, often and with big words.

Best line ever! I'm enjoying the build up too. Very nice. I like the slowly building tension, Harry's reactions... so good :)
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From:atrata
Date:July 31st, 2005 05:02 am (UTC)
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Thanks! I rather like that line myself. *g*
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From:reddwarfer
Date:July 31st, 2005 07:14 am (UTC)
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I loved how Harry's thoughts were so focused on Severus, however unwillingly, and on that night in the hallway.
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From:atrata
Date:July 31st, 2005 07:18 am (UTC)
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Well, our boy is a bit obsessive. *grin*

Thanks for reading!
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From:murklins
Date:August 1st, 2005 12:14 am (UTC)
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Catching up on LJ posts has never before been so fun. And, um, sweaty. Also, hot, slippery, and guh, words fail me. I love this Harry, so angry and barely controlled, shamed and confused by his lust but standing up to Snape all the same.
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From:atrata
Date:August 3rd, 2005 03:42 am (UTC)
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*grin*

Welcome back. Even though you've been back, and I am just slow to respond to comments. But. I'm glad you're enjoying this. I'm having such a good time writing it, and it's good to know people are liking it. So, thanks. :)
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Date:August 8th, 2005 05:33 am (UTC)
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This is Lookfar speaking. Yum. Great atmosphere with sweaty Harry slaving away on his knees under Snape's implacable gaze. I can't wait to see what will happen while Harry is sleeping.
From:evilsockmonster
Date:January 19th, 2010 08:28 pm (UTC)
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"And if he was doing something wrong, Snape would say so, often and with big words"
I love this line ^_^
I used to have an english teacher who used to ridicule all of us in his class with advanaced vocab he didn't think we'd understand. He was quite a lot like Snape, sarcastic and harsh and snarky, but everyone secretly loved him.