Not a Rebel (Maybe)
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
6,720
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Not a Rebel (Maybe)
Be gentle, it\'s my first fic.... ever
I’m not really sure how it started. Actually that’s a lie, I know exactly how and when it started I’m just not sure why. Maybe I was sick of everyone shoving their ideals and their expectations of me down my throat. Maybe it was a way for me to lash out over the pain of Sirius’s death. Maybe I was just being the regular teenager I would have been if it wasn’t for the whole Voldermort business. Then again maybe there’s never a reason and I should stop trying to analyze myself. It doesn’t really matter anyway because contrary to common belief, I do have the maturity (despite my overly sheltered past) to know that I’m not bad or dirty just because I’ve done things that would have probably made shudder in revulsion just a few months ago. No not bad or dirty at all, just not so squeaky clean. I can’t hold back a small smirk as I think of what a ‘bad’ boy I’ve been this past summer. The shy virginal Boy-Who-Lived that had described Cho’s kisses as wet would have died of mortification at the casual blow job offered over the pounding beat that was the norm in yet another over-crowded smoke filled muggle club. Nineteen-year-old (thanks to a little charms work on my muggle IDs before leaving Hogwarts for the holidays) Harry just followed the bloke (yes, bloke, found out I was an equal opportunities fuck as well as the other things) out to the alley and gave a handjob in thanks, but I digress. I think Dumbledore suspects that the gold leaf is flaking, that thrice-damned twinkle is suspiciously dull this year. Then again maybe I am a self-involved gid itd it’s that the past 5 years have taken their toll on him and I’ve just started to notice. Merlin, I hate that I can look at myself through an adult’s eyes and see what a child I am. So here I am in the Astronomy Tower in a pair of too tight ripped jeans and an equally tight white tank top displaying all my assets, more out of habit than anything else, enjoying the lonely peace of a quiet midnight smoke thanks to a certain map and cloak when I feel the presence of someone else. With a weary sigh I quickly crush out my fag and turn from my position leaning on the battlement wall to see who’s broken into my sanctuary.
“Well Mr.Potter, why am I not surprised to see that your list of school rules that don’t apply to you includes the curfew set to all students of this establishment?” And even though he’s still too far to see in the dark I can hear the ever-present sneer.
Feedback please... tell me is it worth continueing?
I’m not really sure how it started. Actually that’s a lie, I know exactly how and when it started I’m just not sure why. Maybe I was sick of everyone shoving their ideals and their expectations of me down my throat. Maybe it was a way for me to lash out over the pain of Sirius’s death. Maybe I was just being the regular teenager I would have been if it wasn’t for the whole Voldermort business. Then again maybe there’s never a reason and I should stop trying to analyze myself. It doesn’t really matter anyway because contrary to common belief, I do have the maturity (despite my overly sheltered past) to know that I’m not bad or dirty just because I’ve done things that would have probably made shudder in revulsion just a few months ago. No not bad or dirty at all, just not so squeaky clean. I can’t hold back a small smirk as I think of what a ‘bad’ boy I’ve been this past summer. The shy virginal Boy-Who-Lived that had described Cho’s kisses as wet would have died of mortification at the casual blow job offered over the pounding beat that was the norm in yet another over-crowded smoke filled muggle club. Nineteen-year-old (thanks to a little charms work on my muggle IDs before leaving Hogwarts for the holidays) Harry just followed the bloke (yes, bloke, found out I was an equal opportunities fuck as well as the other things) out to the alley and gave a handjob in thanks, but I digress. I think Dumbledore suspects that the gold leaf is flaking, that thrice-damned twinkle is suspiciously dull this year. Then again maybe I am a self-involved gid itd it’s that the past 5 years have taken their toll on him and I’ve just started to notice. Merlin, I hate that I can look at myself through an adult’s eyes and see what a child I am. So here I am in the Astronomy Tower in a pair of too tight ripped jeans and an equally tight white tank top displaying all my assets, more out of habit than anything else, enjoying the lonely peace of a quiet midnight smoke thanks to a certain map and cloak when I feel the presence of someone else. With a weary sigh I quickly crush out my fag and turn from my position leaning on the battlement wall to see who’s broken into my sanctuary.
“Well Mr.Potter, why am I not surprised to see that your list of school rules that don’t apply to you includes the curfew set to all students of this establishment?” And even though he’s still too far to see in the dark I can hear the ever-present sneer.
Feedback please... tell me is it worth continueing?