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:
9,434
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.
Library ???
A new day dawned, filled with promise. Harry yawned lazily. From the sounds in the room, or the lack of, he gathered he was the only one still in bed.
He fished around for his glasses and then under his pillow for the parchment re-reading “Penalty for over use of the word nibble, lick and kiss should also be considered options … you need further instruction or possibly detention.”
He stashed the parchment away in his ‘safe place’ and spelled himself clean from teeth to toes, spell dressed and declared himself ready for the day. He then ran down the stairs to the Gryffindor common room and full tilt into Hermione and Ron on their way up.
All excited about going to Hogsmeade they were going upstairs to drag him off, but he briefly (very briefly) explained that his previous homework attempt was not acceptable.
No it wasn’t going to be fun. Yes it would be nice if he didn’t have to do it. No Hermione you can’t help because Snape would be sure to know. Yes it actually was Harry’s fault because he should have looked on the syllabus first. No He hadn’t gone mad or soft in the head. Yes he had better hurry to the library. No he didn’t need anything.
It took some doing on Harry’s part to convince them he was fine. Hadn’t gone crazy and yes was planning on spending the entire day in the library. By the time the ‘inquisition’ was finished Harry was totally famished.
Breakfast in the main hall was definitely over by now, but he thought he would have a peak just in case. Luckily Dobby had just popped in to clean the hall and furnished him with something to eat. In fact so much to eat that Harry was thinking he may have to roll to the library.
The library of Hogwarts was huge, no massive. The librarian showed him to the Sixth Year syllabus section. Obviously wrapt that on a Hogsmeade weekend a student would be in the library of their own free will. Harry smiled politely; he just didn’t have the heart to tell her differently.
He scanned the books he had to choose from with growing alarm. **Occlumency, Legilmency, Magical Creatures, Herbology, Transfiguration, Charms, Divination, Arithmancey, Animagi, Latin, History of Mages & Warlocks, Atlas of Wizarding Britain, The Ministry of Magic** He knew it was pointless but he did rather hope there would be something there somewhere about Quidditch, even if only remotely.
He alternated between can do this to cant do this. He paced around the table and back and forth to the bookshelf hoping to bump into inspiration on the way, or get mugged by Voldemort either would have been quite acceptable at this moment in time.
Harry consulted his watch and was shocked to find that half of the day had slid away.
He rustled around in his bag and dragged out his two foot of parchment, some blue ink and his favourite quill. Have to start somewhere **sigh**
Name/Author: Henry James Potter
Subject: Synopsis of **Oh great writers block already and only another twenty three inches to go** **Sigh**
Harry was developing a whole new appreciation for Hermione and her endeavours. Maybe this study thing got easier with practice. He eyed the library with growing trepidation, but where to start. What he wouldn’t give right now for Snape’s elegant vocabulary or Hermione’s inspiration.
He carefully selected a tome, one from the syllabus this time and gently caressed the worn leather cover. Absentmindedly he traced the gold embossing and stared off into the distance, lost momentarily in deep thought.
He opened the book and read (yes read) a few of the pages. It ranted and raved and carried on like a long drawn out death rattle that took ten pages to tell say what should only have taken a few lines. He looked at the name of the author just to assure himself it wasn’t written by Professor Binns.
He was beginning to appreciate the attraction of Ogden’s. **Oh by Merlins beard I am driving Sev to drink. **
No wonder the poor **sexy** man **hunk**had had an Ogden’s moment. Sev was enigmatic, sensual worth fighting for, worth dying for, worth living for. But Harry’s previous homework had almost been mocking. It had been a foolish ploy on his part.
He needed Snape to see him as the man he had become. He already knew that Snape never bought into that “Boy-that-lived-to-fight-you-know-who” … rubbish, and he was ever so grateful that Snape, as misguided as he sometimes seemed to be, saw Harry as Harry, just plain Harry without all the hype.
He perused the titles available to him, time and time again, and just when he was prepared to run down to the deepest dungeon and throw himself at Snapes mercy when he found on the very end tucked away almost out of sight, a slim book that offered inspiration.
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He fished around for his glasses and then under his pillow for the parchment re-reading “Penalty for over use of the word nibble, lick and kiss should also be considered options … you need further instruction or possibly detention.”
He stashed the parchment away in his ‘safe place’ and spelled himself clean from teeth to toes, spell dressed and declared himself ready for the day. He then ran down the stairs to the Gryffindor common room and full tilt into Hermione and Ron on their way up.
All excited about going to Hogsmeade they were going upstairs to drag him off, but he briefly (very briefly) explained that his previous homework attempt was not acceptable.
No it wasn’t going to be fun. Yes it would be nice if he didn’t have to do it. No Hermione you can’t help because Snape would be sure to know. Yes it actually was Harry’s fault because he should have looked on the syllabus first. No He hadn’t gone mad or soft in the head. Yes he had better hurry to the library. No he didn’t need anything.
It took some doing on Harry’s part to convince them he was fine. Hadn’t gone crazy and yes was planning on spending the entire day in the library. By the time the ‘inquisition’ was finished Harry was totally famished.
Breakfast in the main hall was definitely over by now, but he thought he would have a peak just in case. Luckily Dobby had just popped in to clean the hall and furnished him with something to eat. In fact so much to eat that Harry was thinking he may have to roll to the library.
The library of Hogwarts was huge, no massive. The librarian showed him to the Sixth Year syllabus section. Obviously wrapt that on a Hogsmeade weekend a student would be in the library of their own free will. Harry smiled politely; he just didn’t have the heart to tell her differently.
He scanned the books he had to choose from with growing alarm. **Occlumency, Legilmency, Magical Creatures, Herbology, Transfiguration, Charms, Divination, Arithmancey, Animagi, Latin, History of Mages & Warlocks, Atlas of Wizarding Britain, The Ministry of Magic** He knew it was pointless but he did rather hope there would be something there somewhere about Quidditch, even if only remotely.
He alternated between can do this to cant do this. He paced around the table and back and forth to the bookshelf hoping to bump into inspiration on the way, or get mugged by Voldemort either would have been quite acceptable at this moment in time.
Harry consulted his watch and was shocked to find that half of the day had slid away.
He rustled around in his bag and dragged out his two foot of parchment, some blue ink and his favourite quill. Have to start somewhere **sigh**
Name/Author: Henry James Potter
Subject: Synopsis of **Oh great writers block already and only another twenty three inches to go** **Sigh**
Harry was developing a whole new appreciation for Hermione and her endeavours. Maybe this study thing got easier with practice. He eyed the library with growing trepidation, but where to start. What he wouldn’t give right now for Snape’s elegant vocabulary or Hermione’s inspiration.
He carefully selected a tome, one from the syllabus this time and gently caressed the worn leather cover. Absentmindedly he traced the gold embossing and stared off into the distance, lost momentarily in deep thought.
He opened the book and read (yes read) a few of the pages. It ranted and raved and carried on like a long drawn out death rattle that took ten pages to tell say what should only have taken a few lines. He looked at the name of the author just to assure himself it wasn’t written by Professor Binns.
He was beginning to appreciate the attraction of Ogden’s. **Oh by Merlins beard I am driving Sev to drink. **
No wonder the poor **sexy** man **hunk**had had an Ogden’s moment. Sev was enigmatic, sensual worth fighting for, worth dying for, worth living for. But Harry’s previous homework had almost been mocking. It had been a foolish ploy on his part.
He needed Snape to see him as the man he had become. He already knew that Snape never bought into that “Boy-that-lived-to-fight-you-know-who” … rubbish, and he was ever so grateful that Snape, as misguided as he sometimes seemed to be, saw Harry as Harry, just plain Harry without all the hype.
He perused the titles available to him, time and time again, and just when he was prepared to run down to the deepest dungeon and throw himself at Snapes mercy when he found on the very end tucked away almost out of sight, a slim book that offered inspiration.
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