Not a Rebel (Maybe)
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
6,718
Reviews:
9
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Currently Reading:
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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.
Through New Eyes
Oh, wow, really? You think it\'s alright? *shocked joy* (I can\'t believe people reveiwed *squeals*)
Roman:I wonder if i should hold my chapters rassom until you come out with the smut.
Ykarzel: Thanks, I didn\'t know if it was any good. I\'d love a beta... but I have no idea how to go about it. Help a girl out and tell me hat to do?
Hijja: Thanks and see? All spaced out for you.
BTW: I know this is short, but I promise a longer third chapter.
“Professor,” I acknowledge quietly, “I’m surprised you’re not scouring the halls looking to take points away from trysting couples. Upholding the school’s values and all.” A tiny pause then, “Sir.” An afterthought injected with as much venomous disdain as I can, or dare… which after the summer is quite a lot. It’s somewhat unsettling how little satisfaction I feel at the rising fury I see on his face.
“I see disrespecting your elders is one of the new lows you’ve sunk to Potter, ” he hisses, and I can see the angry flush despite the dim light, “I’ve always know you’re not as good and pure as they all think.”
Instead of the angry retort he’s surely expecting, he gets a half smile that’s seduced many and a cryptic, “You have no idea.” Old habits die hard and so do new ones I suppose.
His mouth is slightly open in surprise and I guess I’ve had one one-night stand too many because for a second all I see is another warm body (not too bad of a body either) and it seems like I haven’t had sex in forever. Merlin, I’ve been reining in my newly discovered libido since I’ve come back to Hogwarts and the hormones have been truly raging. And dear gods am I having sexual thoughts about Snape? What next, Dumbledore turning me on? I shudder and decide not to go there. Ever. Every man has his limits and I’ve just found one, urgh. But anyway, Snape. I surreptitiously study him from under my lashes and am surprised at how different this man is from the greasy ogre of a git that I saw through eleven-year-old eyes and layers of prejudice. I see a man, tall, leanly built with soft-looking longish black hair and smoky obsidian eyes narrowed in confused suspicion. I see a man I’ve misguidedly hated and misjudged for so long. I see a man who’s sacrificed so much for this ‘damned if we do damned if we don’t’ cause. I see a man. Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t suddenly fall into love or even develop liking or affection, I just realize the futility of hating him when so many are so much more deserving. I don’t even want a fuck anymore I just want a little mutual respect or at least a cease-fire.
Before he has a chance to start one on of his familiar barrages I let out a frustrated sigh. “Look”, I start, “Just look… I have no desire to continue this animosity that you seem to have started with an eleven-year-old child and that I’ve foolishly kept up for the last few years.”
He raises a sardonic eyebrow and I rush on, “ I’m not my father nor do I wish to be, frankly I was appalled by his behavior that I saw… well… when I… you know… it…” I falter but I quickly move on and gain momentum. “I know my actions have some times been impulsive and thoughtless, that I’ve disregarded the rules set by others, but I’ve never been malicious, never purposely hurt another except as a defense or reaction.”
He finally gets a word in. “Potter are you trying to say that we should let bygones be bygones and just be *friends*?”
Roman:I wonder if i should hold my chapters rassom until you come out with the smut.
Ykarzel: Thanks, I didn\'t know if it was any good. I\'d love a beta... but I have no idea how to go about it. Help a girl out and tell me hat to do?
Hijja: Thanks and see? All spaced out for you.
BTW: I know this is short, but I promise a longer third chapter.
“Professor,” I acknowledge quietly, “I’m surprised you’re not scouring the halls looking to take points away from trysting couples. Upholding the school’s values and all.” A tiny pause then, “Sir.” An afterthought injected with as much venomous disdain as I can, or dare… which after the summer is quite a lot. It’s somewhat unsettling how little satisfaction I feel at the rising fury I see on his face.
“I see disrespecting your elders is one of the new lows you’ve sunk to Potter, ” he hisses, and I can see the angry flush despite the dim light, “I’ve always know you’re not as good and pure as they all think.”
Instead of the angry retort he’s surely expecting, he gets a half smile that’s seduced many and a cryptic, “You have no idea.” Old habits die hard and so do new ones I suppose.
His mouth is slightly open in surprise and I guess I’ve had one one-night stand too many because for a second all I see is another warm body (not too bad of a body either) and it seems like I haven’t had sex in forever. Merlin, I’ve been reining in my newly discovered libido since I’ve come back to Hogwarts and the hormones have been truly raging. And dear gods am I having sexual thoughts about Snape? What next, Dumbledore turning me on? I shudder and decide not to go there. Ever. Every man has his limits and I’ve just found one, urgh. But anyway, Snape. I surreptitiously study him from under my lashes and am surprised at how different this man is from the greasy ogre of a git that I saw through eleven-year-old eyes and layers of prejudice. I see a man, tall, leanly built with soft-looking longish black hair and smoky obsidian eyes narrowed in confused suspicion. I see a man I’ve misguidedly hated and misjudged for so long. I see a man who’s sacrificed so much for this ‘damned if we do damned if we don’t’ cause. I see a man. Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t suddenly fall into love or even develop liking or affection, I just realize the futility of hating him when so many are so much more deserving. I don’t even want a fuck anymore I just want a little mutual respect or at least a cease-fire.
Before he has a chance to start one on of his familiar barrages I let out a frustrated sigh. “Look”, I start, “Just look… I have no desire to continue this animosity that you seem to have started with an eleven-year-old child and that I’ve foolishly kept up for the last few years.”
He raises a sardonic eyebrow and I rush on, “ I’m not my father nor do I wish to be, frankly I was appalled by his behavior that I saw… well… when I… you know… it…” I falter but I quickly move on and gain momentum. “I know my actions have some times been impulsive and thoughtless, that I’ve disregarded the rules set by others, but I’ve never been malicious, never purposely hurt another except as a defense or reaction.”
He finally gets a word in. “Potter are you trying to say that we should let bygones be bygones and just be *friends*?”