The Taming of the Snape
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
22
Views:
9,422
Reviews:
29
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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The Taming of the Snape
“Pot-ter” the velvet voice purred not inches from his ear brought Harry from his musings with a thud. **damn you Snape** and for good measure he threw in **and if you are in my mind Fuck Off**
Snape merely raised an elegant eyebrow. “Detention” he spat “Pot-ter” he purred “tonight” he snarled.
Billowing to the front of the classroom Snape snapped “Class dismissed. Potter stay”
**Stay!!! What am I a bloody dog? Roll over Potter, Sit Potter, Beg Potter, Fetch Potter, want a tummy scratch Potter? **Harry fumed. Unwilling to admit that a tummy scratch from Snape wouldn’t be all that bad **Bugger you Snape**
“7pm. Here. Tonight. Promptly. A potion, of, my, choice. By memory.” Snap clipped
He glided smoothly across the room opening the door. For a few moments there was absolute silence in which you could have heard a flobberworm fart.
“Potter” Snape Snapped "Leave". Harry stormed past glaring holes in the floor **Fuck you Snape**
He could have sworn he heard Snape comment on his lack of originality just before the door slammed behind him.
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Dinner in the Great Hall was the usual torturous affair. Hagrid droning on about his menagerie, Dumbledore twinkling, Trelawney predicting more total crap and Sprout extolling the wonders of her new greenhouse. At every attempt to drag him into conversation Snape merely snarled pointedly until the moment passed.
Huge platters piled with food vied for room on the massive tables. Students jostled one another their voices formed one great throbbing noise that assailed upon Snapes sanity. Holding his goblet of steaming black coffee in a grip of death, Snape swore to torture every single brat in return.
Detention. Snape loved the way the word rolled off his tongue. De-ten-tion. **Mmmmm** In a much better mood courtesy of a few headaches potions, his own brew naturally. He stretched out behind his desk, ankles crossed.
He glanced at the pile of putrid parchments perched precariously on his desk **tempted to just dump them in the bin** and set to work scratching scathing red inked remarks with barely contained orgasmic pleasure.
A knock at the door, disturbed his musings over a particularly bad piece. Quickly glancing at the clock that declared ‘detention 7pm’ he waved the door open.
(after all if no one saw him do wandless magic could anyone say he did it, rather like the tree falling in the forest scenario or if a man does something right and there is no woman around to correct him was he really wrong thingy … err back to the story).
“Potter” Snape barked “You. Are. Late” **Fuck you Snape** Snape ploughed on. “Invigoration Drought, you have an hour” Snape waved him away. **Bugger You Snape**
Harry immersed himself in the creation. An hour was almost up when Snape appeared at Harry’s elbow. **Brat shows some promise after all**
"Madam Pomfrey requires some Pepperup Potion. You may use the tome over there. You have an hour.” Snape picked up Harry’s cauldron and started bottling the precious Drought before it could cool.
Potter was showing promise if only he would pay attention in class. At least he didn’t prattle on like some of the students, but that infernal gazing off into space like a lovelorn testosterone overloaded teenager was getting annoying.
Snapes’ gaze caressed Harry across the room, and momentarily mused of what it would be like to have such focus directed at him dismissing the thought with a laugh.
**He laughed!!!** Potters head snapped up green eyes drowned in twin ebony pools. **Oh Fuck does he know how sexy he is when he lets down his guard like that** Snape scowled.
Snape billowed across the room **how the hell does he do that???** One gaze at Potters brew told him all he needed to know.
“Pass Potter” ** Wow did he just compliment me? ** Potters jaw dropped. Snape found the dazed look oddly sexy on the boys face.
Snape quickly took in the sight before him and realised how much the boy, no man, had grown over the years. **Almost the same height as me, even similar slender build, long silken black hair, thin seductive lips** they thought in unison.
Without benefit of forethought Snape brought his hand up to gently cup Harry’s chin and as one they leaned into a tender tentative kiss that hummed throughout their bodies.
Snape merely raised an elegant eyebrow. “Detention” he spat “Pot-ter” he purred “tonight” he snarled.
Billowing to the front of the classroom Snape snapped “Class dismissed. Potter stay”
**Stay!!! What am I a bloody dog? Roll over Potter, Sit Potter, Beg Potter, Fetch Potter, want a tummy scratch Potter? **Harry fumed. Unwilling to admit that a tummy scratch from Snape wouldn’t be all that bad **Bugger you Snape**
“7pm. Here. Tonight. Promptly. A potion, of, my, choice. By memory.” Snap clipped
He glided smoothly across the room opening the door. For a few moments there was absolute silence in which you could have heard a flobberworm fart.
“Potter” Snape Snapped "Leave". Harry stormed past glaring holes in the floor **Fuck you Snape**
He could have sworn he heard Snape comment on his lack of originality just before the door slammed behind him.
-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-
Dinner in the Great Hall was the usual torturous affair. Hagrid droning on about his menagerie, Dumbledore twinkling, Trelawney predicting more total crap and Sprout extolling the wonders of her new greenhouse. At every attempt to drag him into conversation Snape merely snarled pointedly until the moment passed.
Huge platters piled with food vied for room on the massive tables. Students jostled one another their voices formed one great throbbing noise that assailed upon Snapes sanity. Holding his goblet of steaming black coffee in a grip of death, Snape swore to torture every single brat in return.
Detention. Snape loved the way the word rolled off his tongue. De-ten-tion. **Mmmmm** In a much better mood courtesy of a few headaches potions, his own brew naturally. He stretched out behind his desk, ankles crossed.
He glanced at the pile of putrid parchments perched precariously on his desk **tempted to just dump them in the bin** and set to work scratching scathing red inked remarks with barely contained orgasmic pleasure.
A knock at the door, disturbed his musings over a particularly bad piece. Quickly glancing at the clock that declared ‘detention 7pm’ he waved the door open.
(after all if no one saw him do wandless magic could anyone say he did it, rather like the tree falling in the forest scenario or if a man does something right and there is no woman around to correct him was he really wrong thingy … err back to the story).
“Potter” Snape barked “You. Are. Late” **Fuck you Snape** Snape ploughed on. “Invigoration Drought, you have an hour” Snape waved him away. **Bugger You Snape**
Harry immersed himself in the creation. An hour was almost up when Snape appeared at Harry’s elbow. **Brat shows some promise after all**
"Madam Pomfrey requires some Pepperup Potion. You may use the tome over there. You have an hour.” Snape picked up Harry’s cauldron and started bottling the precious Drought before it could cool.
Potter was showing promise if only he would pay attention in class. At least he didn’t prattle on like some of the students, but that infernal gazing off into space like a lovelorn testosterone overloaded teenager was getting annoying.
Snapes’ gaze caressed Harry across the room, and momentarily mused of what it would be like to have such focus directed at him dismissing the thought with a laugh.
**He laughed!!!** Potters head snapped up green eyes drowned in twin ebony pools. **Oh Fuck does he know how sexy he is when he lets down his guard like that** Snape scowled.
Snape billowed across the room **how the hell does he do that???** One gaze at Potters brew told him all he needed to know.
“Pass Potter” ** Wow did he just compliment me? ** Potters jaw dropped. Snape found the dazed look oddly sexy on the boys face.
Snape quickly took in the sight before him and realised how much the boy, no man, had grown over the years. **Almost the same height as me, even similar slender build, long silken black hair, thin seductive lips** they thought in unison.
Without benefit of forethought Snape brought his hand up to gently cup Harry’s chin and as one they leaned into a tender tentative kiss that hummed throughout their bodies.