A Hair Fetish
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
14,569
Reviews:
29
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
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Mr. Horsey Man
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Chapter 3 - A Hair Fetish - Mr. Horsey Man ^_^
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It was an unusual day, you could say.
However, many pupils of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, that were in Professor Snape’s Potions class, on a Monday morning… would say, that it was a bloody confusing, dysfunctional, disfigured, crazy, hyped up on hormonal sugar day.
Some may even go further than that to say that it was... Well... Just plain Wrong!
Yes, most of the students were pretty much as thick as a stupid tree trunk. There was no need even questioning that.
The cause of the strange globule thought filled day was as follows…
The one and only Boy-Who-Lived-To-Cause-Mass-Hysteria-By Doing-Random-Things-People-Didn’t-Like-That-Wasn’t-Even-Fault-Just-Because-He-Didn’t-Die… had –by a crazed misfortune, which his friends obviously blamed on Malfoy- been turned into a three year old form of himself, and right now he was just a bundle of adorable, cute, giggling joyfulness.
The sixth year Gryffindors and Slytherins stood around a table with their Potions Master watching said boy, stare right back at them.
Since the earlier commotion of when everybody found out what had happened, there was just silence while they thought about what this situation actually meant. So after 10 excruciatingly silent minutes, their professor broke out of his stupor and cracked the thick silence.
“Didn’t I tell you? I was so right an-” in which his mumblings were subtly silenced again when someone kicked him in the shin. He sneered and glared at the class while mentally making a note to put the whole class in detention after this situation had been handled. Then thought again and just decided to take 90 points from Gryffindor when the next one breathed too loud.
“Okay class, sit back down you imbeciles! I did not say you could get out of your seats!...NOW!” he glared at them all and then continued when they did what he ordered, “It seems that Mr. Potter has gotten into a.. Little bit of trouble and now I have to try and get the idiot out of it.” He sneered at this and then glanced back down to the cause of the speech. The class watched as he grimaced at the mental battle he looked to be having, and then bent down so he was facing the raven haired boy. After a while he seemed to come to a decision; however appearing disgusted, and lifted up the young Potter –far too big clothes an all- and quickly tried to replace him on to the table.
The main word there was- Tried.
As when the black haired man attempted to set the collection of boy and clothes on the table he had been working at before he got changed into his three year old self, it just held onto the professors robes for dear life.
Snape was not happy.
“Argh, get off me you infernal child!” and lead to some rather useless tugging of the front of his robes, which just caused for the little thing to hold on tighter around his neck instead. While giggling insanely.
The rest of the class watched on in amusement as the aggravated greasy haired git of a potions Master got -literately- attached onto by this miniature version of the boy he had apparently hated.
So this was how their professor ended up with the adorable Harry hanging from his neck and sitting on his hip, while still giggling like the gorgeous little angel he was.
Snape however, did not find this funny. Not one bit.
He stood again at the front of the class at attempted to continue the lesson like nothing had happened.
He coughed so the class would quiet down from the sniggering that had quietly erupted and waited until everyone was silent, even the giggling child, before starting to speak again.
“As it is nearly the end of the lesson, I will be expecting a sample of your De-Age Potion on my desk before you leave. I will not be expecting, however, someone to test it, for obvious reasons, so if-” Snape thought to himself that being interrupted seemed to happen more and more often, as every time he had spoken he had been disrupted, and made another mental note to turn the next person who interrupted him into a Lobster.
This interruption was unusual however, and he did not get a chance to make more Lobsters in the world, as he was quite startled into silence, again.
The mini Harry that had been hanging off him for 2 minutes now, had gotten bored, and obviously looked around for something to do. While observing the room his eyes caught on the thing that was right in front of him. Long, black, shiny hair. How very strange indeed. As Harry stared he realised in his feeble three year old mind, black hair, I have black hair! He has really long hair! And so from this thought came the conclusion… Touch the strange black hair! –Oh how very naive our Harry is-
So that is what he did, he reached out his small, thin fingered hand and tangled it in the long black hair. Which lead to him twirling it around his little fingers, pulling it about and even ruffling it up, while still holding on to Snape’s neck with one small arm.
Harry decided there and then that he liked long hair. It was really fun to play with, and it was just like the stuff on the horsey he saw in a field once. He had always wanted to stroke that horse because its hair was just so long…
This just caused mini Harry to start giggling again. This was Mr. Horsey man!
Again that day the class was speechless.
Their professor had stopped mid speech, because he felt a small hand in his hair. This had shocked him into silence because he realised that that the small boy was actually, playing with his mop of greasy hair.
This is going to one of those days, thought Snape, while trying to control himself from stomping his foot him stubborn aggravation at the child attached to his hair.
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Chapter 3 - A Hair Fetish - Mr. Horsey Man ^_^
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It was an unusual day, you could say.
However, many pupils of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, that were in Professor Snape’s Potions class, on a Monday morning… would say, that it was a bloody confusing, dysfunctional, disfigured, crazy, hyped up on hormonal sugar day.
Some may even go further than that to say that it was... Well... Just plain Wrong!
Yes, most of the students were pretty much as thick as a stupid tree trunk. There was no need even questioning that.
The cause of the strange globule thought filled day was as follows…
The one and only Boy-Who-Lived-To-Cause-Mass-Hysteria-By Doing-Random-Things-People-Didn’t-Like-That-Wasn’t-Even-Fault-Just-Because-He-Didn’t-Die… had –by a crazed misfortune, which his friends obviously blamed on Malfoy- been turned into a three year old form of himself, and right now he was just a bundle of adorable, cute, giggling joyfulness.
The sixth year Gryffindors and Slytherins stood around a table with their Potions Master watching said boy, stare right back at them.
Since the earlier commotion of when everybody found out what had happened, there was just silence while they thought about what this situation actually meant. So after 10 excruciatingly silent minutes, their professor broke out of his stupor and cracked the thick silence.
“Didn’t I tell you? I was so right an-” in which his mumblings were subtly silenced again when someone kicked him in the shin. He sneered and glared at the class while mentally making a note to put the whole class in detention after this situation had been handled. Then thought again and just decided to take 90 points from Gryffindor when the next one breathed too loud.
“Okay class, sit back down you imbeciles! I did not say you could get out of your seats!...NOW!” he glared at them all and then continued when they did what he ordered, “It seems that Mr. Potter has gotten into a.. Little bit of trouble and now I have to try and get the idiot out of it.” He sneered at this and then glanced back down to the cause of the speech. The class watched as he grimaced at the mental battle he looked to be having, and then bent down so he was facing the raven haired boy. After a while he seemed to come to a decision; however appearing disgusted, and lifted up the young Potter –far too big clothes an all- and quickly tried to replace him on to the table.
The main word there was- Tried.
As when the black haired man attempted to set the collection of boy and clothes on the table he had been working at before he got changed into his three year old self, it just held onto the professors robes for dear life.
Snape was not happy.
“Argh, get off me you infernal child!” and lead to some rather useless tugging of the front of his robes, which just caused for the little thing to hold on tighter around his neck instead. While giggling insanely.
The rest of the class watched on in amusement as the aggravated greasy haired git of a potions Master got -literately- attached onto by this miniature version of the boy he had apparently hated.
So this was how their professor ended up with the adorable Harry hanging from his neck and sitting on his hip, while still giggling like the gorgeous little angel he was.
Snape however, did not find this funny. Not one bit.
He stood again at the front of the class at attempted to continue the lesson like nothing had happened.
He coughed so the class would quiet down from the sniggering that had quietly erupted and waited until everyone was silent, even the giggling child, before starting to speak again.
“As it is nearly the end of the lesson, I will be expecting a sample of your De-Age Potion on my desk before you leave. I will not be expecting, however, someone to test it, for obvious reasons, so if-” Snape thought to himself that being interrupted seemed to happen more and more often, as every time he had spoken he had been disrupted, and made another mental note to turn the next person who interrupted him into a Lobster.
This interruption was unusual however, and he did not get a chance to make more Lobsters in the world, as he was quite startled into silence, again.
The mini Harry that had been hanging off him for 2 minutes now, had gotten bored, and obviously looked around for something to do. While observing the room his eyes caught on the thing that was right in front of him. Long, black, shiny hair. How very strange indeed. As Harry stared he realised in his feeble three year old mind, black hair, I have black hair! He has really long hair! And so from this thought came the conclusion… Touch the strange black hair! –Oh how very naive our Harry is-
So that is what he did, he reached out his small, thin fingered hand and tangled it in the long black hair. Which lead to him twirling it around his little fingers, pulling it about and even ruffling it up, while still holding on to Snape’s neck with one small arm.
Harry decided there and then that he liked long hair. It was really fun to play with, and it was just like the stuff on the horsey he saw in a field once. He had always wanted to stroke that horse because its hair was just so long…
This just caused mini Harry to start giggling again. This was Mr. Horsey man!
Again that day the class was speechless.
Their professor had stopped mid speech, because he felt a small hand in his hair. This had shocked him into silence because he realised that that the small boy was actually, playing with his mop of greasy hair.
This is going to one of those days, thought Snape, while trying to control himself from stomping his foot him stubborn aggravation at the child attached to his hair.
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