The Taming of the Snape
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
22
Views:
9,432
Reviews:
29
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.
Bite Me **!!!**
“The use of Rainbow ink is not acceptable for use on any school work, *sip* no matter how pretty and twinkley it is. *sip*
Imaginative use of chocolate, however, *sip* if you did actually study your subject you would be aware that caramel is more suitable. *sip*
Chandeliers are not created for that purpose, neither are desks nor cauldrons regardless of their size. All of these are too cold and much too hard on the knees. A comfy bed is a much better option.”
He reread the scroll with intermittent giggles.
Signed his name with artistic flourish, and added for good measure ....
P.S. “You would have a better chance with Voldie”
Then totally devoid of a shred of Snape-ish logic he threw in a few kisses and rolled it up.
A bobbing floating candle appeared at his elbow. He caressed the flame with a stick of green wax. It dripped onto the parchment and promptly vanished its job done. With great respect he pressed his “Head of Slytherin House seal’ into the cooling wax.
Feeling he had accomplished something of great importance this night Snape stood, well he was vertical-ish.
With gusto he toasted his portrait, not noticing the man was asleep. Toasted the cosy fire, and toasted his marvellous command of the English language. He wandered, meandered, snaked *sigh* took the scenic path across the room.
Opening his beside drawer he reverently picked up the silver framed photo and kissed the glass. Morosely he toasted the picture, and cradled the potions homework book to his chest.
A simple spell and he changed his muggle jeans for satin boxers which demanded in flashing rainbow colours “Bite Me”.
He lay back on his bed and gazed up at the massive mirror that covered the underside ceiling of his enclosable four poster bed. The pillow beside him seemed so bare, with barely a thought he picked up the photo and placed it there.
If he just tucked the blankets on that side up high enough he could almost believe his lover lay there. Well maybe if he squinted a bit.
He summoned Dobby. Who did a double take at the view and a bad fish impersonation? Snape waved the scroll at him and ordered him to take it directly to Harry. **Do not pass go do not collect 200** **snigger**
When the infernal elf apparated away Snape wriggled into his bed casting longing looks at the makeshift lover beside him via the mirror above. **Sexy … Zzzzzz**
-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-
He cracked one eye open. Vaguely registered it was Saturday and went back to snoring the 1812 overture.
Morning rudely and insistently nudged him. He fuzzily cast his mind back over the previous albeit foggy evening, gradually becoming more and more alarmed.
I did not add kisses **yes you did dear** Why was his conscience calling him dear? Surely I didn’t suggest a comfy bed. Don’t answer me he silently begged. **!!!** He pulled the covers up high over his head.
An elegant hand peeked out and summoned a dreamless sleep potion from his stores. After last nights efforts he was sorely tempted to drink the entire dreamless stock.
He pursed his lips to the cold glass brim and tipped its lavender flavoured contents down in one swallow. The bottle was carefully placed on the bedside table and aware of a little discomfort he fished around in the bed drowsily.
With a little shrug he dragged the offending item out of its rest and placed Harry’s book beside the bottle.
Imaginative use of chocolate, however, *sip* if you did actually study your subject you would be aware that caramel is more suitable. *sip*
Chandeliers are not created for that purpose, neither are desks nor cauldrons regardless of their size. All of these are too cold and much too hard on the knees. A comfy bed is a much better option.”
He reread the scroll with intermittent giggles.
Signed his name with artistic flourish, and added for good measure ....
P.S. “You would have a better chance with Voldie”
Then totally devoid of a shred of Snape-ish logic he threw in a few kisses and rolled it up.
A bobbing floating candle appeared at his elbow. He caressed the flame with a stick of green wax. It dripped onto the parchment and promptly vanished its job done. With great respect he pressed his “Head of Slytherin House seal’ into the cooling wax.
Feeling he had accomplished something of great importance this night Snape stood, well he was vertical-ish.
With gusto he toasted his portrait, not noticing the man was asleep. Toasted the cosy fire, and toasted his marvellous command of the English language. He wandered, meandered, snaked *sigh* took the scenic path across the room.
Opening his beside drawer he reverently picked up the silver framed photo and kissed the glass. Morosely he toasted the picture, and cradled the potions homework book to his chest.
A simple spell and he changed his muggle jeans for satin boxers which demanded in flashing rainbow colours “Bite Me”.
He lay back on his bed and gazed up at the massive mirror that covered the underside ceiling of his enclosable four poster bed. The pillow beside him seemed so bare, with barely a thought he picked up the photo and placed it there.
If he just tucked the blankets on that side up high enough he could almost believe his lover lay there. Well maybe if he squinted a bit.
He summoned Dobby. Who did a double take at the view and a bad fish impersonation? Snape waved the scroll at him and ordered him to take it directly to Harry. **Do not pass go do not collect 200** **snigger**
When the infernal elf apparated away Snape wriggled into his bed casting longing looks at the makeshift lover beside him via the mirror above. **Sexy … Zzzzzz**
-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-
He cracked one eye open. Vaguely registered it was Saturday and went back to snoring the 1812 overture.
Morning rudely and insistently nudged him. He fuzzily cast his mind back over the previous albeit foggy evening, gradually becoming more and more alarmed.
I did not add kisses **yes you did dear** Why was his conscience calling him dear? Surely I didn’t suggest a comfy bed. Don’t answer me he silently begged. **!!!** He pulled the covers up high over his head.
An elegant hand peeked out and summoned a dreamless sleep potion from his stores. After last nights efforts he was sorely tempted to drink the entire dreamless stock.
He pursed his lips to the cold glass brim and tipped its lavender flavoured contents down in one swallow. The bottle was carefully placed on the bedside table and aware of a little discomfort he fished around in the bed drowsily.
With a little shrug he dragged the offending item out of its rest and placed Harry’s book beside the bottle.