Relations, Revelations
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Rating:
Adult ++
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
35
Views:
3,114
Reviews:
49
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Introduction
A/N: This idea came to me while I was reading up on some theories people had come up with regarding Snape. I thought some of them were brilliant, so I combined them to create this highly improbable piece of fiction. This is my first piece of Harry Potter fiction, but not my first piece. Wish me luck :-D
Let it be known that ‘smut’ is one of my favorite words. Be forewarned that this is my first attempt at smut, though I have done my fair share of reading it. *grin* Said smut is mine, whereas the characters are not. Also, plot is mine. May J.K. take pity on my humble talents and not sue me. I am a poor striking grocery worker with too much time on her hands. (Edited on 3/14/05: Well I was. Now I\'m a REALLY busy student doing a year abroad in Germany. Hence the lack of updates...)
Read, enjoy, review. It’s your civic duty.
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*Introduction*
“Potter, put your hand down. I will not entertain questions until I am finished explaining the potion.”
“Um, Sir, I just…”
“PUT YOUR BLOODY HAND DOWN! Now is not the time!” Snape shouted, giving Harry one of his famous death-glares.
“But you’re about to…” Harry’s feeble attempt at interjecting only served to infuriate the already-furious Professor even more.
“DOWN! One more HINT of elevation of ANY of your limbs and your house will lose fifty points!”
“Professor Snape, you’re about to add bat’s wing instead of gnat’s wing!” Harry jumped out of his seat, leaning determinedly over his desk, fists firmly glued down and knuckles turning white.
Snape glowered at the boy, glanced at the bottle in his hand, set it down, and poisoned the classroom with a sweeping gaze, his face white with rage.
“Mr. Potter.” The tone in which he spoke was frighteningly calm and icy. “You are not in this class to point out the unbearably obvious. You. Are. Here. To. Learn. Twenty-six years experience on my part does not equal five years on your part.”
“I’m sor…”
“I will NOT be accepting apologies for your outrageous behavior! I have dealt with your rubbish for five and a half years, not to mention your FATHER’S rubbish for the last thirty-seven! He was a selfish, egocentric, shof, gf, good-for-nothing prat of a know-it-all who drove me to the brink of insanity, as are you! You remind me of him more and more with EVERY passing day! Your bland sense of humor, your innocuously fake charm, right down to your RATTY BLACK HAIR!!! You bloody picked up right where he left off!”
Harry looked through Snape as if he wasn’t there for a moment, eyes slightly widened in shock.
“Excuse me.” He got up and left the room.
Snape let out a sigh of indignation and sat down at his desk, taking a sip from the coffee mug full of fire whisky he kept on hand just in case of occasions like this one. His class just stared at him in shock.
“Well what are you all staring at? The instructions are on the board. Get to work!”
He ran his hand through his black hair and rested his head on his hand, fingers still entwined in his tresses.
Let it be known that ‘smut’ is one of my favorite words. Be forewarned that this is my first attempt at smut, though I have done my fair share of reading it. *grin* Said smut is mine, whereas the characters are not. Also, plot is mine. May J.K. take pity on my humble talents and not sue me. I am a poor striking grocery worker with too much time on her hands. (Edited on 3/14/05: Well I was. Now I\'m a REALLY busy student doing a year abroad in Germany. Hence the lack of updates...)
Read, enjoy, review. It’s your civic duty.
-~-~-~-
*Introduction*
“Potter, put your hand down. I will not entertain questions until I am finished explaining the potion.”
“Um, Sir, I just…”
“PUT YOUR BLOODY HAND DOWN! Now is not the time!” Snape shouted, giving Harry one of his famous death-glares.
“But you’re about to…” Harry’s feeble attempt at interjecting only served to infuriate the already-furious Professor even more.
“DOWN! One more HINT of elevation of ANY of your limbs and your house will lose fifty points!”
“Professor Snape, you’re about to add bat’s wing instead of gnat’s wing!” Harry jumped out of his seat, leaning determinedly over his desk, fists firmly glued down and knuckles turning white.
Snape glowered at the boy, glanced at the bottle in his hand, set it down, and poisoned the classroom with a sweeping gaze, his face white with rage.
“Mr. Potter.” The tone in which he spoke was frighteningly calm and icy. “You are not in this class to point out the unbearably obvious. You. Are. Here. To. Learn. Twenty-six years experience on my part does not equal five years on your part.”
“I’m sor…”
“I will NOT be accepting apologies for your outrageous behavior! I have dealt with your rubbish for five and a half years, not to mention your FATHER’S rubbish for the last thirty-seven! He was a selfish, egocentric, shof, gf, good-for-nothing prat of a know-it-all who drove me to the brink of insanity, as are you! You remind me of him more and more with EVERY passing day! Your bland sense of humor, your innocuously fake charm, right down to your RATTY BLACK HAIR!!! You bloody picked up right where he left off!”
Harry looked through Snape as if he wasn’t there for a moment, eyes slightly widened in shock.
“Excuse me.” He got up and left the room.
Snape let out a sigh of indignation and sat down at his desk, taking a sip from the coffee mug full of fire whisky he kept on hand just in case of occasions like this one. His class just stared at him in shock.
“Well what are you all staring at? The instructions are on the board. Get to work!”
He ran his hand through his black hair and rested his head on his hand, fingers still entwined in his tresses.