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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:
9,423
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.
Tome Tattoo
Snape watched Harry fume his way out of the room with a ‘Screw you Snape’ and momentarily allowed himself to picture just that.
With mild amusement he waved the door closed. His usual flair reinstated Snape retired to his rooms. Absently He licked his lips tasting the lingering kiss, and dropped casually into his comfy chair before the fire. Legs crossed elegantly at the ankles he picked up a favourite tome. Then reality, unbidden hit...
**Auuuugh I Kissed Him** he hit his head with the tome. **I Kissed Harry-Bloody-Potter** and just in case nothing could be worse. **I kissed a Bloody Gryffindor** Snape started to beat a tattoo with his tome on his head.
**I Kissed a Mongrel-Self-Obsessed-More-Bravado-than-Brains-Merlin-Be-Damned-Bloody-Gryffindor** each word punctuated with a thud.
Snape’s portrait above the fireplace watched with growing trepidation. **They have finally sent me mad, Curse you Dumbledork**, and with that thought he wandered out of the frame to give himself a little privacy.
-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-
Book clutched to his chest Harry ran back to the Gryffindor tower. He threw himself at his bed and drew the curtains. He cast a quick silence spell and sat there panting. “He Kissed Me” even said out load there was a sense of unreality about it. “He. Kissed. Me.”
Harry had had a crush on Snape for what seemed like forever. The man was enigmatic from polished shoe to the tip of his albeit long hooked nose.
Mostly it was his voice that tortured Harry so, the way it caressed every word that washed across his mind. **Sigh**
**I am so bloody tired of waking up everyday to find my dreams are just dreams, want him, gotta have him, gonna have him**
“He kissed me” the words had gained a magical quality to them every time he said them as if it all became more and more real.
Harry barely resisted breaking into song and continued his chant bouncing up and down on his bed “Kissed Me, Kissed Me, Kissed Me, Kissed Me”
Harry grinned and lay his head on the pillow hugging himself with glee “He wants me” The chant then became “Kissed Me, Kissed Me, Wants Me, Wants Me, Kissed Me, Kissed Me, Wants Me, Wants Me, Kissed Me, Kissed Me, Wants Me, Wants Me”
Harry spelled himself naked and slipped into bed. He tucked his glasses under his pillow, all the while grinning inanely.
Gently he touched himself imagining every caress was upon his lovers’ body and in turn it was his lovers’ hands upon himself.
His breathe caught as his dream lover spilt his seed upon Harry’s Quidditch toned stomach. **Mmmmm**
Sleepily he spelled himself clean and fell into twin pools of ebony desire.
With mild amusement he waved the door closed. His usual flair reinstated Snape retired to his rooms. Absently He licked his lips tasting the lingering kiss, and dropped casually into his comfy chair before the fire. Legs crossed elegantly at the ankles he picked up a favourite tome. Then reality, unbidden hit...
**Auuuugh I Kissed Him** he hit his head with the tome. **I Kissed Harry-Bloody-Potter** and just in case nothing could be worse. **I kissed a Bloody Gryffindor** Snape started to beat a tattoo with his tome on his head.
**I Kissed a Mongrel-Self-Obsessed-More-Bravado-than-Brains-Merlin-Be-Damned-Bloody-Gryffindor** each word punctuated with a thud.
Snape’s portrait above the fireplace watched with growing trepidation. **They have finally sent me mad, Curse you Dumbledork**, and with that thought he wandered out of the frame to give himself a little privacy.
-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-
Book clutched to his chest Harry ran back to the Gryffindor tower. He threw himself at his bed and drew the curtains. He cast a quick silence spell and sat there panting. “He Kissed Me” even said out load there was a sense of unreality about it. “He. Kissed. Me.”
Harry had had a crush on Snape for what seemed like forever. The man was enigmatic from polished shoe to the tip of his albeit long hooked nose.
Mostly it was his voice that tortured Harry so, the way it caressed every word that washed across his mind. **Sigh**
**I am so bloody tired of waking up everyday to find my dreams are just dreams, want him, gotta have him, gonna have him**
“He kissed me” the words had gained a magical quality to them every time he said them as if it all became more and more real.
Harry barely resisted breaking into song and continued his chant bouncing up and down on his bed “Kissed Me, Kissed Me, Kissed Me, Kissed Me”
Harry grinned and lay his head on the pillow hugging himself with glee “He wants me” The chant then became “Kissed Me, Kissed Me, Wants Me, Wants Me, Kissed Me, Kissed Me, Wants Me, Wants Me, Kissed Me, Kissed Me, Wants Me, Wants Me”
Harry spelled himself naked and slipped into bed. He tucked his glasses under his pillow, all the while grinning inanely.
Gently he touched himself imagining every caress was upon his lovers’ body and in turn it was his lovers’ hands upon himself.
His breathe caught as his dream lover spilt his seed upon Harry’s Quidditch toned stomach. **Mmmmm**
Sleepily he spelled himself clean and fell into twin pools of ebony desire.