A Hair Fetish
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
14,570
Reviews:
29
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
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Sparkly the Moon head
OMG i cant believe its been this long! so many things have happened in my life and im ashamed that this story is not one of them.. though i am currently writing chapter 5 already so stay tuned..
loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee u xxxx
Soph
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Sparkly the Moon head - Chapter 4
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Snape’s eye twitched.
He was standing in front of the same class he had been for, what seemed days. The sixth year Slytherin and Gryffindors watched their potion professor carefully, waiting to see if he exploded or not. You couldn’t be sure with greasy-haired-bat-look-alikes which had four year olds stuck to them which were attacking said professor’s hair…
“One more thing,” Snape waved his wand at the class and mumbled a few words under his breath, “You are now not able to speak to anyone about what had happened in this room today, until arrangements have been made. Or there will be...” he smiled evilly, “…consequences.” The class simultaneously gulped, but nodded their heads anyway. “Now, leave your potions on my table and then I will see if you can leave or not.” Gradually everyone stood up from their desk and set their potion in front of Snape, while watching the mini Potter with interest. By now Harry had stopped molesting the Professors hair but was still holding on to his neck while smiling adorably at everyone.
Harry had been watching the class one by one place their potion on the desk. All the while, staring at the wondrous colours and types of hair that moved past him. When suddenly he spotted something. Blonde hair. Wow, pretty blonde hair... thought Harry. Malfoy had just started moving up to the desk when the little raven-haired boy spotted his shiny white hair, and how he wanted to touch it because it looked just like the moon, and moon is soo pretty too… So when Malfoy walked up to give in his potion, he came face to face with large green eyes with a look of wonder in them, and suddenly felt a small hand on his head stroking his hair. Little Potter giggled and then latched onto the stunned Malfoy.
“Argh! Get off of me Potter!” he said while trying to pry the arms from his neck.
Unfortunately for Malfoy, the messy haired three year old just hugged closer to the shiny haired person who he had found. Finally after about an hour, but was really 37 seconds, of struggling, he removed the small arms from around his neck, which immediately clamped around his waist as to stay attached. Everyone watched as the child slid slowly from hip, to thigh and then to foot, where he literally wrapped himself around Malfoy’s leg, and didn’t show any sign of letting go.
In the background, could be heard a celebrating Potions Professor. If one were to look, which of course no one was because their attention was focused on a certain leg, they would see him smiling. Almost. Okay well more like a smirk crossed with a sneer, but since he was dancing around his desk, it could easily be mistaken for a smile.
The youngest Malfoy then proceeded to drag the thing on his leg around the classroom, in a lame attempt of removing it. Said ‘thing’ was practically jumping up and down on the leg with excitement at being given a joyride around the room, while giggling away like a crazed school girl on sugar.
Once Snape had calmed down enough to stop dancing (or shuffling weirdly), he sneered at his incompetent (oh how he adored that word) class, before announcing that everyone but Draco Malfoy and the green eyed Midget could leave. This was met by a sea of non-blinking unbelieving eyes.
“NOW YOU IMBICLES!” And then they were running.
Ah. How Snape loved the sound of frightened children running away from him.
He breathed deeply before rubbing his temples and making his way over to a now petrified Slytherin.
As Snapey took in the sight of Draco sitting on the edge of a desk with the Cherub Harry dangling by his foot just above the ground.
The tiny 3 year old with a black-mop-for-hair was still wrapped around his leg like it was a static pole.
Snape nearly giggled when he saw his Godson was shaking slightly because the gorgeous little moppet had started clawing its way up the leg again.
All Snape could think was how lucky it wasn’t him. He wouldn’t have been able to contain his frightened screams.
“Mistur Hors’y! Mistur Hors’y!” Snape choked on his own spit when he realised the boy was waving at him when he lisped his words.
“OH NO! evil Potter! Stay away from me you cretin!” Snapey said glaring harshly at the bundle of robes.
He realised his mistake too late when the bundle’s eyes started to water, and the pouted lip began to tremble.
Snape was a man of control. He was a man of stoic. A man of cold glares and no emotion. He was afraid of Nothing.
When Draco Malfoy viewed the terrified and fearful look on his Potion Professors face, he knew something bad was about to happen.
And Snape bloody well wanted to run from the classroom and never look back.
Snape squealed loudly when the mini Harry Potter moved like a rocket.
The last thing Draco Malfoy saw was a small body wrapped completely around his head like a giant sock, before a high pitched cry of,
“SSSPPPPPAARRRRRKKKKKKKLLLLL’YYYYYYYY! Hors’y go’n get Hawwy!” Echoed around the room before a heart splitting sob reached his ears.
loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee u xxxx
Soph
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Sparkly the Moon head - Chapter 4
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Snape’s eye twitched.
He was standing in front of the same class he had been for, what seemed days. The sixth year Slytherin and Gryffindors watched their potion professor carefully, waiting to see if he exploded or not. You couldn’t be sure with greasy-haired-bat-look-alikes which had four year olds stuck to them which were attacking said professor’s hair…
“One more thing,” Snape waved his wand at the class and mumbled a few words under his breath, “You are now not able to speak to anyone about what had happened in this room today, until arrangements have been made. Or there will be...” he smiled evilly, “…consequences.” The class simultaneously gulped, but nodded their heads anyway. “Now, leave your potions on my table and then I will see if you can leave or not.” Gradually everyone stood up from their desk and set their potion in front of Snape, while watching the mini Potter with interest. By now Harry had stopped molesting the Professors hair but was still holding on to his neck while smiling adorably at everyone.
Harry had been watching the class one by one place their potion on the desk. All the while, staring at the wondrous colours and types of hair that moved past him. When suddenly he spotted something. Blonde hair. Wow, pretty blonde hair... thought Harry. Malfoy had just started moving up to the desk when the little raven-haired boy spotted his shiny white hair, and how he wanted to touch it because it looked just like the moon, and moon is soo pretty too… So when Malfoy walked up to give in his potion, he came face to face with large green eyes with a look of wonder in them, and suddenly felt a small hand on his head stroking his hair. Little Potter giggled and then latched onto the stunned Malfoy.
“Argh! Get off of me Potter!” he said while trying to pry the arms from his neck.
Unfortunately for Malfoy, the messy haired three year old just hugged closer to the shiny haired person who he had found. Finally after about an hour, but was really 37 seconds, of struggling, he removed the small arms from around his neck, which immediately clamped around his waist as to stay attached. Everyone watched as the child slid slowly from hip, to thigh and then to foot, where he literally wrapped himself around Malfoy’s leg, and didn’t show any sign of letting go.
In the background, could be heard a celebrating Potions Professor. If one were to look, which of course no one was because their attention was focused on a certain leg, they would see him smiling. Almost. Okay well more like a smirk crossed with a sneer, but since he was dancing around his desk, it could easily be mistaken for a smile.
The youngest Malfoy then proceeded to drag the thing on his leg around the classroom, in a lame attempt of removing it. Said ‘thing’ was practically jumping up and down on the leg with excitement at being given a joyride around the room, while giggling away like a crazed school girl on sugar.
Once Snape had calmed down enough to stop dancing (or shuffling weirdly), he sneered at his incompetent (oh how he adored that word) class, before announcing that everyone but Draco Malfoy and the green eyed Midget could leave. This was met by a sea of non-blinking unbelieving eyes.
“NOW YOU IMBICLES!” And then they were running.
Ah. How Snape loved the sound of frightened children running away from him.
He breathed deeply before rubbing his temples and making his way over to a now petrified Slytherin.
As Snapey took in the sight of Draco sitting on the edge of a desk with the Cherub Harry dangling by his foot just above the ground.
The tiny 3 year old with a black-mop-for-hair was still wrapped around his leg like it was a static pole.
Snape nearly giggled when he saw his Godson was shaking slightly because the gorgeous little moppet had started clawing its way up the leg again.
All Snape could think was how lucky it wasn’t him. He wouldn’t have been able to contain his frightened screams.
“Mistur Hors’y! Mistur Hors’y!” Snape choked on his own spit when he realised the boy was waving at him when he lisped his words.
“OH NO! evil Potter! Stay away from me you cretin!” Snapey said glaring harshly at the bundle of robes.
He realised his mistake too late when the bundle’s eyes started to water, and the pouted lip began to tremble.
Snape was a man of control. He was a man of stoic. A man of cold glares and no emotion. He was afraid of Nothing.
When Draco Malfoy viewed the terrified and fearful look on his Potion Professors face, he knew something bad was about to happen.
And Snape bloody well wanted to run from the classroom and never look back.
Snape squealed loudly when the mini Harry Potter moved like a rocket.
The last thing Draco Malfoy saw was a small body wrapped completely around his head like a giant sock, before a high pitched cry of,
“SSSPPPPPAARRRRRKKKKKKKLLLLL’YYYYYYYY! Hors’y go’n get Hawwy!” Echoed around the room before a heart splitting sob reached his ears.