The Taming of the Snape

Grinning like a Cheshire cat that stole the cream. Harry lent against the cool stone walls in the hall just outside the potions class room.

Snape looked positively salacious.

Harry hugged himself and trotted off to Gryffindor tower, all the while thinking about suitable private, pet names for his enigmatic man, the future Mr Severus Snape-Potter.

**Sev, Sevvy, Sexy, Huney, Sexy Buns** and was disappointed to discover that he had never even had the slightest view of Sevvys buns **giggle**. The dang man always wore such flowing garments. Even devoid of his cloak his butt was covered. **frown**

Maybe if he wore some muggle style jeans. Harry mused over dressing his own imaginary Snape doll.

I did it. Want him. Need him. Gonna get him. Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine. **giggle**

He envisioned Snape in faded muggle jeans that emphasised his firm butt, soft black t-shirt, hair (clean) tied back exposing the delicious lines of his Roman-isk face. The glorious curve of Snapes creamy neck where if flows into sensuous creamy shoulders.

He pulled his cloak around him humming a **Cold shower, cold shower, cold shower** mantra

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Harry sat before the hearth, in the Gryffindor common room long after everyone else had called it a night. Gazing into the flickering flames he wondered about Severus.

Was the man as emotionally lonely as he? Did he spend his evenings lazing before a fire? Did he think of one particular person? Was there anyone for him to think of? Did that person know? Or care?

Harry sat and brooded, about the enigma who he knew had saved his life and watched out for him throughout his school years.

This unfathomable, inscrutable, mysterious, gentle, man whom he had fallen irrevocably in hormone induced lust with. Then he remembered one day when he couldn’t think of a time that he didn’t love him.

Feeling a little drowsy but reluctant to leave the cosiness of the lounge for a cold empty bed. He cast a spell of silence on the room so that if he had one of his ‘nightmares a.k.a. Voldimorte dreams’ that no one would be disturbed save him.

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They wandered through a beautiful green meadow. Birds were singing. The sun was shining. The sky was cloud free and butterflies fluttered in their wake. Sevvy whispered into his ear that they skinny dip. Magically they were both starkers. Insistently Severus held Harry’s hand pulling him to the waters edge.

He fell off the couch with a resounding thump. Dobby was holding his hand.

“Dobby is very sorry that he hurt Harry but Harry was going to kiss Dobby and Dobby isn’t that kind of a house elf” Dobby spluttered in one unpunctuated breathe.

Harry shook his head hoping to clear it somewhat, when he noticed that Dobby was holding a scroll, his scroll.

Dobby was more animated than usual, although the ‘banging the head on inanimate objects’ routine was getting a little annoying. Harry tried to calm Dobby down but it didn’t seem to be working.

Finally Dobby threw himself at Harry’s feet held out the scroll and begged Harry to modify his memory.

Harry was reluctant to do so. However, he knew Snape being a private man would appreciate not having the entirety of Hogwarts privy to his ‘Ogden’s Moment’, so Harry complied.

All that dobby would recall was the summons for the scroll and the delivery of same, without the attempted kiss on Harry’s part.

Dobby trusted him after all. Dobby stood there eyes closed expecting Merlin only knows what and after the memory was altered, he looked around a little lost, he spied the scroll in Harry’s hand smiled timidly and vanished.

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Harry read and reread the scroll. Read and re-read the comments.

At the very bottom he spied under the Signature and the kisses **kisses** Hmm he was definitely going to collect on those.

“Incidentally this book is not on the syllabus.
You still owe one homework scroll two feet long. It is now overdue.
Don’t make me wait.”

Harry skipped up the stairs to his bed and placed the parchment under his pillow with a grin.

Another scroll *evil grin* as you wish Sevvy. As he drifted off to sleep he wondered momentarily about the missing ribbon and if maybe Sev had souvenired it for his hair.

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