Filthy, Gorgeous
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Adult ++
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2
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18,031
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26
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Filthy, Gorgeous
Title: Filthy, Gorgeous
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape
Summary: After the incident in fouth year, Harry seeks to continue what Snape unwittingly started. SEQUEL TO PLEASURES OF THE SLEEPING BOY
Warnings: Chan, Sex, Slash, Language, Dubious Consent
Disclaimer:All recognised characters are property of JK Rowling, Warner Bros., Bloomsbury publishing and anyone else I have inadvertently missed out. No profit is being made from this endeavour.
AN: Pleasures of the Sleeping Boy is the prequel to this fic, and MUST be read first! You can find it in my profile! ^___^ Thanks!
NOTE TO READERS: This story has been put on haitus for the time being... SORRY! But I lost inspiration for it. I mght be willing to let others continue it if they are so inclined! Let me know and I can change the add chapters by others option!! Sorry again! ^__^
Filthy, Gorgeous
..oo00@ PROLOGUE @00oo..
There was one thing about fourth year that Harry just couldn't distract himself from; and it certainly wasn't the Triwizward Tournament, although that did have quite a bit to do with it. In fact, if it weren't for the disastrous tournament then Harry would never have experienced what he had, and would be completely ignorant to the possibilities.
The possibilities of sex. Yes, sex!
He had been unduly taken advantage of, and should have probably reported it to the correct authorities, but the fact of the matter was that there was no way he was going to discourage pleasure like that which Snape had given him.
Snape!
Harry had been unwittingly locked in a room with his most hated Professor, Snape, for a good part of the school year. This was simply due to the fact his name had been drawn from the confunded Goblet of Fire, and as a result they had to breach the 'Binding Magical Contract' without fear of consequence. Well, the only consequence that Harry felt he'd been left with was one of burning need, which now wasn't being fulfilled.
He'd been sodomised in his sleep, or so Snape thought, but when it had happened Harry had been entirely conscious. Apparently Snape had over looked the fact that Harry was prone to immunity to not only spells, but potions also. And it had worked out to his advantage.
But, skipping on, brought Harry to a point in his life where he knew he needed that dirty pleasure again. It was more than just a sexual release; it was a complete and utter release from everything! And it was about time he approached Snape and told him that he knew everything.
Harry had managed to wait a whole year, which brought him to almost the end of fifth-year. Snape was his usual acidic self, acting no different now than he had before their incidents. That man really was an awesome actor.
Rapping loudly on the door, oozing Gryffindor-esque confidence, Harry waited until he heard Snape's velvety tone permitting him entrance into the old serpents den. The office was looking as it usually did, Harry thought momentarily, wondering if there were any outward changes to Snape since their locked-away days.
Snape looked up, his small eyes narrowed, his voice harsh as he clipped Harry's surname with all the disdain he could apparently muster on the spot.
"Professor Snape." Harry nodded; not taking his eyes off the old mans cold eyes.
"To what do I owe this unsightly pleasure?" He quirked greasy eyebrows, the film of oil on his roman nose reflecting the candlelight.
Harry smirked. "You would know of unsightly pleasure, wouldn't you sir? Ah! Before you speak, allow me to continue. I know Snape, I really know. And I'm certain you understand my meaning."
Snape was silent for a moment, before pulling himself together and sitting impossibly straighter in his uncomfortable looking chair. "As past experience proves, I very much doubt your ability to really know anything, Potter. However..." Harry cut him off.
"Oh, but I must protest." Harry smiled crookedly, leaning against the large, cluttered desk Snape sat behind. "I'm thinking it's you who lacks the ability to understand at the moment, or have you really forgotten all that time we spent alone in the bowels of the castle?"
Snape pursed his thin, dry lips, his eyes not betraying him in the slightest. "I would rather like to forget the whole horrid experience, if you don't mind. Now, if you have nothing further, I am a busy man..."
"Oh yes, very busy." Harry lent in closer and leered at his Professor. "Especially at night, yes? And tell me, just what do these activities include, as my recollection is rather hazy at the moment." Harry had to suppress a triumphant grin when Snape visibly flinched. "I'm very curious to know."
The room was deathly silent for the next moment, neither of them moving, the tension palpable in the air around them.
"What do you want Potter?" Snape breathed, his entire demeanour menacing like never before, but weary at the same time- a complete contradiction.
Harry unleashed his grin. "Ah, yes, so you do understand. Very good. I want you, Snape, like you had me. I want it until I'm tired of it, and you will give in to me. You will be submissive when I ask it, although know now that that wont be very often, and you will enjoy it."
Snape blinked, the only form of movement in his body. "Why?"
Harry sighed, and then seated himself in the chair. "Why? Because it's exciting. Because it felt good. And because I need it. That's all I'm going to say for now." He stood up, revelling when Snape's eyes followed his every move.
"So you know then. But what I don't understand is..." Snape stopped himself, looking, for the first time, like there was something else inside him apart from menace and hate. Guilt, perhaps?
"You don't need to worry about that for now, Snape." Harry said, and then stood abruptly. "I'm going, as it's almost curfew, and I don't want to be caught wandering now, do I? Good night then, and pleasant dreams." Harry said as he departed the room, forcing back his grin as he wrenched the door open and swept through it.
What Harry missed though was the almost crazed look of glee in Snape's eyes as he shut the door behind him.
..oo00@ TBC @00oo..
Muahahaaa!! Am I evil for posting such a crappy amount, or evil for posting something so crappy? Please tell me!! ^__^ Thanks loads for reading!
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape
Summary: After the incident in fouth year, Harry seeks to continue what Snape unwittingly started. SEQUEL TO PLEASURES OF THE SLEEPING BOY
Warnings: Chan, Sex, Slash, Language, Dubious Consent
Disclaimer:All recognised characters are property of JK Rowling, Warner Bros., Bloomsbury publishing and anyone else I have inadvertently missed out. No profit is being made from this endeavour.
AN: Pleasures of the Sleeping Boy is the prequel to this fic, and MUST be read first! You can find it in my profile! ^___^ Thanks!
NOTE TO READERS: This story has been put on haitus for the time being... SORRY! But I lost inspiration for it. I mght be willing to let others continue it if they are so inclined! Let me know and I can change the add chapters by others option!! Sorry again! ^__^
..oo00@ PROLOGUE @00oo..
There was one thing about fourth year that Harry just couldn't distract himself from; and it certainly wasn't the Triwizward Tournament, although that did have quite a bit to do with it. In fact, if it weren't for the disastrous tournament then Harry would never have experienced what he had, and would be completely ignorant to the possibilities.
The possibilities of sex. Yes, sex!
He had been unduly taken advantage of, and should have probably reported it to the correct authorities, but the fact of the matter was that there was no way he was going to discourage pleasure like that which Snape had given him.
Snape!
Harry had been unwittingly locked in a room with his most hated Professor, Snape, for a good part of the school year. This was simply due to the fact his name had been drawn from the confunded Goblet of Fire, and as a result they had to breach the 'Binding Magical Contract' without fear of consequence. Well, the only consequence that Harry felt he'd been left with was one of burning need, which now wasn't being fulfilled.
He'd been sodomised in his sleep, or so Snape thought, but when it had happened Harry had been entirely conscious. Apparently Snape had over looked the fact that Harry was prone to immunity to not only spells, but potions also. And it had worked out to his advantage.
But, skipping on, brought Harry to a point in his life where he knew he needed that dirty pleasure again. It was more than just a sexual release; it was a complete and utter release from everything! And it was about time he approached Snape and told him that he knew everything.
Harry had managed to wait a whole year, which brought him to almost the end of fifth-year. Snape was his usual acidic self, acting no different now than he had before their incidents. That man really was an awesome actor.
Rapping loudly on the door, oozing Gryffindor-esque confidence, Harry waited until he heard Snape's velvety tone permitting him entrance into the old serpents den. The office was looking as it usually did, Harry thought momentarily, wondering if there were any outward changes to Snape since their locked-away days.
Snape looked up, his small eyes narrowed, his voice harsh as he clipped Harry's surname with all the disdain he could apparently muster on the spot.
"Professor Snape." Harry nodded; not taking his eyes off the old mans cold eyes.
"To what do I owe this unsightly pleasure?" He quirked greasy eyebrows, the film of oil on his roman nose reflecting the candlelight.
Harry smirked. "You would know of unsightly pleasure, wouldn't you sir? Ah! Before you speak, allow me to continue. I know Snape, I really know. And I'm certain you understand my meaning."
Snape was silent for a moment, before pulling himself together and sitting impossibly straighter in his uncomfortable looking chair. "As past experience proves, I very much doubt your ability to really know anything, Potter. However..." Harry cut him off.
"Oh, but I must protest." Harry smiled crookedly, leaning against the large, cluttered desk Snape sat behind. "I'm thinking it's you who lacks the ability to understand at the moment, or have you really forgotten all that time we spent alone in the bowels of the castle?"
Snape pursed his thin, dry lips, his eyes not betraying him in the slightest. "I would rather like to forget the whole horrid experience, if you don't mind. Now, if you have nothing further, I am a busy man..."
"Oh yes, very busy." Harry lent in closer and leered at his Professor. "Especially at night, yes? And tell me, just what do these activities include, as my recollection is rather hazy at the moment." Harry had to suppress a triumphant grin when Snape visibly flinched. "I'm very curious to know."
The room was deathly silent for the next moment, neither of them moving, the tension palpable in the air around them.
"What do you want Potter?" Snape breathed, his entire demeanour menacing like never before, but weary at the same time- a complete contradiction.
Harry unleashed his grin. "Ah, yes, so you do understand. Very good. I want you, Snape, like you had me. I want it until I'm tired of it, and you will give in to me. You will be submissive when I ask it, although know now that that wont be very often, and you will enjoy it."
Snape blinked, the only form of movement in his body. "Why?"
Harry sighed, and then seated himself in the chair. "Why? Because it's exciting. Because it felt good. And because I need it. That's all I'm going to say for now." He stood up, revelling when Snape's eyes followed his every move.
"So you know then. But what I don't understand is..." Snape stopped himself, looking, for the first time, like there was something else inside him apart from menace and hate. Guilt, perhaps?
"You don't need to worry about that for now, Snape." Harry said, and then stood abruptly. "I'm going, as it's almost curfew, and I don't want to be caught wandering now, do I? Good night then, and pleasant dreams." Harry said as he departed the room, forcing back his grin as he wrenched the door open and swept through it.
What Harry missed though was the almost crazed look of glee in Snape's eyes as he shut the door behind him.
Muahahaaa!! Am I evil for posting such a crappy amount, or evil for posting something so crappy? Please tell me!! ^__^ Thanks loads for reading!