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:
9,426
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.
Baiting the Bat
Snape poised before his teaching dais. In just under five minutes lunch would be finished and his final lesson for the week could begin. He gently caressed the bridge of his ample nose with thumb and forefinger.
From years of experience he just knew there was a migraine on the horizon. He had given a name to this pain. Neville Longbottom.
But despite six arduous years of exploding cauldrons and corrosive potions both of them were still alive.
Praise be, to Merlin for weekends. Snape set his internal sights on a bottle of Ogdens and it had managed to get him thus far today. Here’s hoping it was sufficient to get through another 3 hours.
The bell alerting all to the end of lunch and the beginning of Hell, went and within a few moments he could hear the deluge of rampaging monsters heading in his direction. He narrowed his eyes and folded his arms.
As the body of Combined year six Slytherin and Gryffindor brats intruded on his tranquillity, Snape glared the “you are a load of dunderheads and breathing in my presence is something you should not take for granted” look, aka Snape patented Glare number 17.
Smugness washed over him when all former conversation stopped abruptly and everyone fled to their usual places.
Snape slinked around the room, sighing or snorting with disgust as he wove his way between the tables. The only eyes that were willing to meet his throughout the entire time belonged to one confounded grinning Gryffindor.
That infernal child, *man* brat, *man* boy, *man* dork, *man*. His conscience kept correcting him and was becoming quite annoying. Snape tried his mantra of Ogden’s, Ogden’s, Ogden’s, but his subconscious kept inserting ludicrous things like **sexy**.
The Bell rang for change of class which didn’t apply in this case, being after all a double lesson. It was however a blessing of sorts when Snape realised that the day and hence the working week was almost over.
For good measure Snape glared at the sea of dunderheads silently challenging anyone to stop working, or start fiddling which was just as much a waste of his time. He snapped out further instructions and page numbers whilst enchanted chalk hastily wrote his words upon the blackboard.
He snapped a reminder about the homework that was due to be handed in at lessons end, and for good measure, glared daggers at one Gryffindor who merely grinned inanely back. None of his usual bite was having any effect.
By class end Snape was bristling with barely restrained fury. Arms folded across his chest like a wrong way up brooding bat, he gave his best stare “The Magnum” as the class filed up to his desk and deposited their work books before fleeing.
Thankfully the lessons had gone well, with no surprise performance from Neville and his backing group the exploding cauldrons.
Harry patiently waited til everyone had left. He had previously explained to Ron and Hermione about his additional homework from the detention last week and that he would se them at dinner later.
Once the class was clear and there was just him and Snape remaining he smiled, evilly. Snape had sat down behind his desk and was flipping through the pile of books, apparently arranging them into some kind of order.
Preoccupied Snape hardly noticed until Harry placed his book upon the pile before him and held out his ‘additional’ homework scroll for Snape to take. Snape stared at the scroll as if it was flobberworm pus.
His eyes travelled upwards taking in the slim form before him. Seeing himself reflected in Harry’s glasses gave him a sense of reality and curling his top lip with distain he growled “drop it”
He returned his attention to his pile and pushed Harry’s book to one side, but the scroll still hung there in his way. “No” said Harry. Anger seething through his veins Snape snatched at the parchment and their hands touched. Both continued to hold the scroll.
Snape looked up straight into green eyes which met his wantonly. ** !!!**
Harry slowly traced his lips with his tongue all the while keeping eye contact. When he saw he had made an impact he closed his eyes momentarily and sighed. His eyes flickered open again delighted to see that he still had Snape’s attention.
A quick gaze at Snapes’ lips and he released his hold on the scroll, turning slowly to leave the room.
A Stunned Snape languished at his desk. As Harry sauntered **sauntered!!!** to the door.
From years of experience he just knew there was a migraine on the horizon. He had given a name to this pain. Neville Longbottom.
But despite six arduous years of exploding cauldrons and corrosive potions both of them were still alive.
Praise be, to Merlin for weekends. Snape set his internal sights on a bottle of Ogdens and it had managed to get him thus far today. Here’s hoping it was sufficient to get through another 3 hours.
The bell alerting all to the end of lunch and the beginning of Hell, went and within a few moments he could hear the deluge of rampaging monsters heading in his direction. He narrowed his eyes and folded his arms.
As the body of Combined year six Slytherin and Gryffindor brats intruded on his tranquillity, Snape glared the “you are a load of dunderheads and breathing in my presence is something you should not take for granted” look, aka Snape patented Glare number 17.
Smugness washed over him when all former conversation stopped abruptly and everyone fled to their usual places.
Snape slinked around the room, sighing or snorting with disgust as he wove his way between the tables. The only eyes that were willing to meet his throughout the entire time belonged to one confounded grinning Gryffindor.
That infernal child, *man* brat, *man* boy, *man* dork, *man*. His conscience kept correcting him and was becoming quite annoying. Snape tried his mantra of Ogden’s, Ogden’s, Ogden’s, but his subconscious kept inserting ludicrous things like **sexy**.
The Bell rang for change of class which didn’t apply in this case, being after all a double lesson. It was however a blessing of sorts when Snape realised that the day and hence the working week was almost over.
For good measure Snape glared at the sea of dunderheads silently challenging anyone to stop working, or start fiddling which was just as much a waste of his time. He snapped out further instructions and page numbers whilst enchanted chalk hastily wrote his words upon the blackboard.
He snapped a reminder about the homework that was due to be handed in at lessons end, and for good measure, glared daggers at one Gryffindor who merely grinned inanely back. None of his usual bite was having any effect.
By class end Snape was bristling with barely restrained fury. Arms folded across his chest like a wrong way up brooding bat, he gave his best stare “The Magnum” as the class filed up to his desk and deposited their work books before fleeing.
Thankfully the lessons had gone well, with no surprise performance from Neville and his backing group the exploding cauldrons.
Harry patiently waited til everyone had left. He had previously explained to Ron and Hermione about his additional homework from the detention last week and that he would se them at dinner later.
Once the class was clear and there was just him and Snape remaining he smiled, evilly. Snape had sat down behind his desk and was flipping through the pile of books, apparently arranging them into some kind of order.
Preoccupied Snape hardly noticed until Harry placed his book upon the pile before him and held out his ‘additional’ homework scroll for Snape to take. Snape stared at the scroll as if it was flobberworm pus.
His eyes travelled upwards taking in the slim form before him. Seeing himself reflected in Harry’s glasses gave him a sense of reality and curling his top lip with distain he growled “drop it”
He returned his attention to his pile and pushed Harry’s book to one side, but the scroll still hung there in his way. “No” said Harry. Anger seething through his veins Snape snatched at the parchment and their hands touched. Both continued to hold the scroll.
Snape looked up straight into green eyes which met his wantonly. ** !!!**
Harry slowly traced his lips with his tongue all the while keeping eye contact. When he saw he had made an impact he closed his eyes momentarily and sighed. His eyes flickered open again delighted to see that he still had Snape’s attention.
A quick gaze at Snapes’ lips and he released his hold on the scroll, turning slowly to leave the room.
A Stunned Snape languished at his desk. As Harry sauntered **sauntered!!!** to the door.