Babylon fun

Characters aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish. I just like to do evil things to them.

I was bored and listening to Stillborn by Black Label Society, and I pictured this. It takes place seventh year at a muggle club. Wouldn’t this be so good if it happened? Just picture Snape dressed like a gothic leather slut.J Ahhh, the possibilities. H/SS Slash. Characters are OOC.


Chapter 1

“Be careful!” whispered Hermoine to what seemed to be just air “and have fun!” Silently, an invisible force snuck of into the night. “and good luck” she muttered under her breath. Hermoine entered the common room again and sat on the couch. It was empty except for Ron.
“I can’t believe he’s going to a gay Muggle club he heard of from a muggle newspaper!” whispered Ron, tossing the paper onto the little table. Large words LIVE PERFORMER EPANS TONIGHT! Were scrawled over the top. Hermoine silenced him with a like-you‘ve-never done anything glare. Ron sat back and pouted.
“I just hope he doesn’t get caught. Remember Ron, if anybody asks, he was with us in the library.” Ron shook his head and sighed.
The club was wild! The party seemed like it was never going to end! The strobe lights were going full blast. The bouquet of colors never ending, blue, red, green, orange, pink, purple, yellow, to the tempo of the blaring music. The sounds bouncing off the walls and seemed to put a spell on you. It made you want to dance, to get up, to have fun. The crowd was enormous, all dancing wildly to the song Arms were waving around in the air as sweaty body’s gyrated against one another. The smell of sweat, and alcohol were in the air. It was impossible to resist the wailing of the guitar. Harry was entranced. It was all he could imagine and more. Who knew muggles could have fun like this! That’s when Harry saw the Performer, Epans.
The singer stood there, long black hair hung sexily over is eyes. His lips caressed the microphone as he cried his lyrics into it. The pole was in-between his leather-clad legs. Harry stood staring as Epans grinded himself into the pole, winding his body and moving his hips and a luscious way. With one hand he held the microphone and with the other he raked back his long hair, slightly turning his head upwards, pleasure written all over his face. Harry crept closer towards the stage to get a better view. The singer looked so familiar!
Slowly Epans trailed his hand from his hair, down his neck, slithering over his fishnet shirt, never stopping his lusty dance. As his hand slid lower, he bit his lower lip and closed large brown eyes. The man looked totally orgasmic. As his hand crept toward the pants started moving his hips in a slower teasing way. The crowd was roaring, and dancing wildly.
The singer slightly dropped his slender fingers over himself. A small smirk spread over his thin lips. Epans let his fingers slowly, teasingly, slide up and down himself. Harry struggled to get closer. Finally Harry got close enough to clearly see the bulge growing under the leather trousers. That’s when The singer looked downwards, and directly at him. Snape! It finally hit Harry full force! The blue lettering on the stage read Epans, Snape backwards! How could he have missed that!?! What the heck was Harry going to do now? So in the daytime Snape’s an mean potions teacher, and at night he’s a sex-god singer in a gay bar! Wait till he tells Hermoine! There was a slight pause as the guitar solo kicked in. Both men locked in an intense gaze. Both probably thinking the same thing…what now? Snape Was first to break from the trance, as he finished his song, and let the pole drop to the ground. The last Harry saw of Snape that night was the form of his backside as he left the stage. Harry left immediately afterwards. Would Snape tell Dumbledore he snuck into a gay bar at midnight with a fake I.D.? Or could Harry use blackmail about Snape’s other job. Does Dumbledore know? What was he to do? Class will never be the same.

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