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:
9,424
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.
Nose Size = ???
Most of the week had flown by. Filled in part by Harry with day and the occasional wet, dream.
Friday was boring down on him, when Harry finally steeled himself and lounging on his bed, began to flip through the sole library book he had ever hired which was actually part of the school syllabus.
Bored beyond belief by the lack of wizarding photos and a severe absence of Quidditch hints he absently flicked through the pages. **What the heck!!! A Muggle book!!! Sigh** his eyes then fell on one particular line.
How do I love thee let me count the ways …
**hmmm** he read the page and then reread it with a thoughtful look.
A grin broke through ** why not** armed with a new quill and a pot of rainbow ink he smoothed out the two feet of parchment, hoping it would be long enough.
In flowing script he began …
How shall I love thee let me count the ways …
At the end of the allocated length of parchment he suddenly had a wicked idea. Grinning he extended the parchment.
Why do I love thee Let me count the ways…
Two feet later he was still on a proverbial roll. With a flourish he again extended the parchment and added …
Where shall I love thee let me count the places…
Harry signed his name at the bottom of the page and stretched with pleasure.
Six feet of parchment lay before him filled with exceptionally tidy script. For good measure he summoned up a favourite muggle scent and judiciously perfumed the page.
Finally Friday dawned. Harry was first to the showers, dressed and ready for the day before Ron had even risen.
It seemed to Harry that this was the longest day of his life. Every lesson droned on and on and on. Every moment stretched to an eternity and then some.
He fairly inhaled his lunch in the great hall and spent the rest of the allotted time blatantly Snape watching, oblivious to Ron’s diatribe about some rubbish or another that no doubt before he had taken on this new venture he may have even found fascinating.
His mind kept wandering about that wonderful nose and the associated rumours that refer to the part Harry was mainly interested in. He had had comparative glances around the men’s shower rooms after Quidditch practice.
Although he didn’t check out the respective noses, he figured that his size as to his nose probably meant that he wouldn’t be able to walk for a week if Snape was a gifted as he figured. Lucky then that he is a potions master. **Giggle**
The moment the bell went for end of lunch Harry fled the hall, leaving a stunned Ron and Hermione in his wake.
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Friday was boring down on him, when Harry finally steeled himself and lounging on his bed, began to flip through the sole library book he had ever hired which was actually part of the school syllabus.
Bored beyond belief by the lack of wizarding photos and a severe absence of Quidditch hints he absently flicked through the pages. **What the heck!!! A Muggle book!!! Sigh** his eyes then fell on one particular line.
How do I love thee let me count the ways …
**hmmm** he read the page and then reread it with a thoughtful look.
A grin broke through ** why not** armed with a new quill and a pot of rainbow ink he smoothed out the two feet of parchment, hoping it would be long enough.
In flowing script he began …
How shall I love thee let me count the ways …
At the end of the allocated length of parchment he suddenly had a wicked idea. Grinning he extended the parchment.
Why do I love thee Let me count the ways…
Two feet later he was still on a proverbial roll. With a flourish he again extended the parchment and added …
Where shall I love thee let me count the places…
Harry signed his name at the bottom of the page and stretched with pleasure.
Six feet of parchment lay before him filled with exceptionally tidy script. For good measure he summoned up a favourite muggle scent and judiciously perfumed the page.
Finally Friday dawned. Harry was first to the showers, dressed and ready for the day before Ron had even risen.
It seemed to Harry that this was the longest day of his life. Every lesson droned on and on and on. Every moment stretched to an eternity and then some.
He fairly inhaled his lunch in the great hall and spent the rest of the allotted time blatantly Snape watching, oblivious to Ron’s diatribe about some rubbish or another that no doubt before he had taken on this new venture he may have even found fascinating.
His mind kept wandering about that wonderful nose and the associated rumours that refer to the part Harry was mainly interested in. He had had comparative glances around the men’s shower rooms after Quidditch practice.
Although he didn’t check out the respective noses, he figured that his size as to his nose probably meant that he wouldn’t be able to walk for a week if Snape was a gifted as he figured. Lucky then that he is a potions master. **Giggle**
The moment the bell went for end of lunch Harry fled the hall, leaving a stunned Ron and Hermione in his wake.
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