Blood Stones (Snarry)

Blackmail

"Misters Potter has a guest!" in the crotchety tone that clearly told them at how unpleasant he found the situation to be.

Kreacher had never had any issue with any of Potter's lovers, man nor woman. He just seemed to dislike witnessing even the smallest hint of physical affection. So even though the curtain shielded them, the mere fact that he knew of them being together disturbed him highly.

"Kreacher suggests hurrying up or the guest will come in! He's most rude he is!" and with a grumble and a crack, he was gone, while Harry had instinctually moved to Snape's side to hide his nude form at the first creak of the voice, even with the curtain still in place. His eyes got an aggressively sharp look to them as though he may know of whom he was speaking of and that he had little doubt that the man may barge in.

"Fucking prat!" he hissed under his breath, clearly not referring to the elf as he left the shower to grab for a hanging towel. He seemed to stop in sudden consideration, however-

"I think it may be wise if you remain intangible for a little while."

"I understand." Severus dried himself off and put his clothes back on, robes and all.

He quite liked how they looked, even in death. Harry was hustling about the shack, trying to find clothes, searching every table and fold of the sheets for his wand... it was almost as though he wasn't breathing at all. He was angry, annoyed to say the least. Severus found himself wondering who could be coming that would bring on such a reaction. He heard a faint crack from the outside of the house before a ring at the door. Harry paused a moment and took a breath, heading down. He looked up at Severus and beckoned him to fade away for now, and he did so. Harry practically flew down the stairs to the door and he followed. When they got to the door, he paused again, Snape squeezed his shoulder in assurance and let go as he turned the knob.

He hadn't even turned the knob fully before the door was pushed open, almost smacking Harry in the face. The man towered over Harry with a strong chin, dark eyes, and wavy curls held back in a ponytail. He had a trimmed and neat black beard and tan skin. He would have been exceedingly handsome if not for the obnoxious grin. He was in Auror scarlet that seemed to frame his broad chest and biceps and accent his honey gold tan. He wasted no time he wrapped his arms around Harry and squeezing hard enough to make pops be heard. One would think the man related to Hagrid's human side of the family if not for the way it was clear Harry loathed his attention.

"Well shite." he growled, dropping Harry to stumble and almost fall over himself as he gazed around.

"This place looks like hell, why the hell did you pick it?" he said, eyes finally landing on Harry and giving a low whistle.

"Damn Harry." he barked, reaching out and practically snatching his chin in hand and dragging him forward.

"You look a mite nice for someone who got blown to the saints and back." he joked, with a bit of an edge to his voice, fingers skirting over a reddened spot that was soon to form a hickey on Harry's neck.

The green eyes flashed and shoved hard against the other man. He'd forgotten to cover his neck also in the glamour he'd tossed over himself.

"Why are you here Edmund." he said in a contrite tone, eyes looking over the muscled man as he appeared to shake off his very lingering touch.

"To make sure you aren't being a damn yellow coward and passing out on us!" he snarled, coming forward as though to intimidate potter.

it didn't appear to work, even with Harry back against the wall and their chests pressed close.

"You won't be a damn schoolteacher!" he barked out a cold laugh.

"You're a fighter, a fucking slut, but a fighter." he said, once more grabbing Harry's chin, but this time Harry's eyes were wide and uncomprehending.