Harry Potter and the Sorcerer\'s Groan
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult +
Chapters:
9
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4,367
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18
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Part 3: The Bath
Part 3: The Bath
Severus S. Snape
Oh. My. God.
I have two things to review and so I will take up as much room as I want, Har- no, Potter- took up a lot of space before and I plan to do so now.
To address his last entry- I am now very, very sober and I am also very, very shocked. He was studying my fingers? He never ceases to astonish me with his impeccable sense of reality. (In case you didn’t get that, I was being sarcastic.)
Yes, I was hung over when I… brushed him, but it was NOT intentional nor was it suggestive. I simply missed because my head was throbbing like I’d been hit over the head with a rock.
Speaking of which…
Never mind, that’s for later.
Now, back to what he wrote- apparently my hands are ‘built for potion brewing’. Now I am the one who’s scared. Should I be afraid for my life? Or, better yet, my ass?
I apologize profusely for the blunt comment, (or not-so-blunt, but we won’t get into that) but I feel that this Potter kid has taken one step WAY too far.
My proof? Here it goes:
Potter left to bathe when I took the notebook from him. I decided, upon hearing some odd noises, to see if the boy was still alive. After all, I do want a backup food source in case we can’t find any more of those damn berries.
Note To Self: DO NOT SNEAK UP ON POTTER, ESPECIALLY WHEN HE’S “BATHING”.
Note To Everyone Else: do the same.
Now, I sneak up on him, right? I end up rolling these tattered black pants up to my knees so as to wade into the water. Potter is a few yards in, buried hip-deep (or ass-deep, but that could mean something entirely different) in the positively freezing water and I creep up slowly and silently.
Note To Self: BIG MISTAKE… never again.
Potter really needs his private time. I walk up and the kid is groaning- at least, at the time I thought it was groaning but, come to find out, it’s actually moaning. Moaning in pleasure.
BY HIS DAMN SELF.
So I peer ever so slightly over his shoulder to see the boy “polishing his broomstick” in the water.
I will never be the same again, nor will I drink from or bathe in this lake.
Now, I may be a ‘poof’ but that was just disturbing.
Okay, so I lied.
At the time, however, I shouted at him and he whipped around, “broomstick” in hand.
That was REALLY disturbing.
Scared, Potter released the “broomstick” just long enough to throw a rock at MY broomstick.
Oh, the pain… I’ve had better encounters with Lucius, and we all know how he is… well, actually, we all don’t and if you are one of the select few who have NO idea what I speak of, consider yourself blessed.
Part 3: The Bath
Harry James Potter
Oh. My. God.
I cannot believe what happened when I tried to take a bath.
All I have to say is; “polishing the broomstick” my ASS.
Okay, I take that back. “Polishing a broomstick,” “Snape,” and “my ASS” should NEVER be in the same sentence.
Wait, they just were. FUCK!
Okay, I was trying to take a piss, guys. Seriously, he threw it ALL out of whack.
All right, that wasn’t exactly the best choice of words for the situation but that’s really what he did. To be precise, he screamed like a bloody schoolgirl and ran- and I have never seen a more hilarious sight- from the water, his face paler than I have ever thought possible.
When I got back to our little “camp” (the fruit of MY labor- again, bad choice of words but that’s okay), he was blushing like… well… aforementioned schoolgirl.
I must ask Lucius if he always does that when he sees another guy naked.
He read that over my shoulder and said “YOU BLOODY DUMB ASS, YOU’RE NEVER GOING TO TALK TO LUCIUS BECAUSE WE’RE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BLOODY CANADIAN WILDERNESS!” Oh well, I can dream, right?
God, this whole incident really screwed me up. OH MY GOD these words are totally… well… maybe it’s best if I hand Snape the notebook now.
And yes, I did say that he had nice hands. Like I said, a guy can dream.
A/N: Don\'t forget to review! We\'ve only gotten one so far, but we\'re posting anyway because we love you guys... and it\'s also 1:58 in the morning and we have nothing to do. He he he, bad choice of words...
Review, guys, or else we\'ll stop posting here and go for www.quizilla.com only.
Much love,
Ali and Shane (Hey, guess what- that\'s us!)
Severus S. Snape
Oh. My. God.
I have two things to review and so I will take up as much room as I want, Har- no, Potter- took up a lot of space before and I plan to do so now.
To address his last entry- I am now very, very sober and I am also very, very shocked. He was studying my fingers? He never ceases to astonish me with his impeccable sense of reality. (In case you didn’t get that, I was being sarcastic.)
Yes, I was hung over when I… brushed him, but it was NOT intentional nor was it suggestive. I simply missed because my head was throbbing like I’d been hit over the head with a rock.
Speaking of which…
Never mind, that’s for later.
Now, back to what he wrote- apparently my hands are ‘built for potion brewing’. Now I am the one who’s scared. Should I be afraid for my life? Or, better yet, my ass?
I apologize profusely for the blunt comment, (or not-so-blunt, but we won’t get into that) but I feel that this Potter kid has taken one step WAY too far.
My proof? Here it goes:
Potter left to bathe when I took the notebook from him. I decided, upon hearing some odd noises, to see if the boy was still alive. After all, I do want a backup food source in case we can’t find any more of those damn berries.
Note To Self: DO NOT SNEAK UP ON POTTER, ESPECIALLY WHEN HE’S “BATHING”.
Note To Everyone Else: do the same.
Now, I sneak up on him, right? I end up rolling these tattered black pants up to my knees so as to wade into the water. Potter is a few yards in, buried hip-deep (or ass-deep, but that could mean something entirely different) in the positively freezing water and I creep up slowly and silently.
Note To Self: BIG MISTAKE… never again.
Potter really needs his private time. I walk up and the kid is groaning- at least, at the time I thought it was groaning but, come to find out, it’s actually moaning. Moaning in pleasure.
BY HIS DAMN SELF.
So I peer ever so slightly over his shoulder to see the boy “polishing his broomstick” in the water.
I will never be the same again, nor will I drink from or bathe in this lake.
Now, I may be a ‘poof’ but that was just disturbing.
Okay, so I lied.
At the time, however, I shouted at him and he whipped around, “broomstick” in hand.
That was REALLY disturbing.
Scared, Potter released the “broomstick” just long enough to throw a rock at MY broomstick.
Oh, the pain… I’ve had better encounters with Lucius, and we all know how he is… well, actually, we all don’t and if you are one of the select few who have NO idea what I speak of, consider yourself blessed.
Part 3: The Bath
Harry James Potter
Oh. My. God.
I cannot believe what happened when I tried to take a bath.
All I have to say is; “polishing the broomstick” my ASS.
Okay, I take that back. “Polishing a broomstick,” “Snape,” and “my ASS” should NEVER be in the same sentence.
Wait, they just were. FUCK!
Okay, I was trying to take a piss, guys. Seriously, he threw it ALL out of whack.
All right, that wasn’t exactly the best choice of words for the situation but that’s really what he did. To be precise, he screamed like a bloody schoolgirl and ran- and I have never seen a more hilarious sight- from the water, his face paler than I have ever thought possible.
When I got back to our little “camp” (the fruit of MY labor- again, bad choice of words but that’s okay), he was blushing like… well… aforementioned schoolgirl.
I must ask Lucius if he always does that when he sees another guy naked.
He read that over my shoulder and said “YOU BLOODY DUMB ASS, YOU’RE NEVER GOING TO TALK TO LUCIUS BECAUSE WE’RE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BLOODY CANADIAN WILDERNESS!” Oh well, I can dream, right?
God, this whole incident really screwed me up. OH MY GOD these words are totally… well… maybe it’s best if I hand Snape the notebook now.
And yes, I did say that he had nice hands. Like I said, a guy can dream.
A/N: Don\'t forget to review! We\'ve only gotten one so far, but we\'re posting anyway because we love you guys... and it\'s also 1:58 in the morning and we have nothing to do. He he he, bad choice of words...
Review, guys, or else we\'ll stop posting here and go for www.quizilla.com only.
Much love,
Ali and Shane (Hey, guess what- that\'s us!)