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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
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3,137
Reviews:
7
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Currently Reading:
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I look at him, watching him cleaning himself off and beginning to dress. Ignoring me like we haven’t just had the best sex in the world.
I sigh.
Every single time, it’s like this. Every single time. I love him, I’ve never told him, but I do. I shouldn’t need to tell him, I don’t need to tell him, he knows exactly how I feel.
3 years we’ve been doing this. Ever since I came back to Hogwarts to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts. Our explosive antagonistic relationship continued until one day, instead of shouting at me, he kissed me. And we’ve never looked back.
That rough and forceful kiss turning into passion and heat like nothing I’ve ever felt. I still try and I still cant remember much of our first time together. All I remember is friction and moaning and a sense of something finally being right. Our anger turned into a new kind of fire and we became lovers. In a completely physical sense of the word.
It didn’t take long for our frantic love-making to become more gentle and tender, and still he didn’t acknowledge the feelings. The feelings that had slowly been building up inside myself, the feelings I stamped hard upon because I know the kind of man he is. He doesn’t know love, doesn’t accept it. He doesn’t think he deserves it.
He’s wrong.
He is still an unfriendly, unsympathetic, snarky bastard, but he deserves to be loved as much as anyone. For all the times he stood before violence and danger, unflinching, accepting that he had his role to play. For all the times he was treated like dirt by his family, class-mates, colleagues and students, knowing that he had to hide the truly sensual man he is. For all the times he made me feel like LESS than the-boy-who-lived. For making me feel like Harry. Just Harry.
I watch him now, knowing that even if I beg, as I have done many times in the past, he’ll leave me. As he always does. He’ll return to his own rooms, to his cold bed and his un-caring books, because that’s all he thinks he’s worthy of.
I have to make it different. I have to show him that he is worth so much more. He knows how I feel, whether he admits it or not. Now I just have to tell him.
Looking into those smouldering, silver-shot ebony eyes, I rise from bed. I walk toward him. I grasp his hand.
“Severus, I love you. I really love you. Please? Stay?”
And finally he does.
It\'s kinda sweet but I know it really doesn\'t belong on this site. Just got no where else to post at the moment, sorry.
I look at him, watching him cleaning himself off and beginning to dress. Ignoring me like we haven’t just had the best sex in the world.
I sigh.
Every single time, it’s like this. Every single time. I love him, I’ve never told him, but I do. I shouldn’t need to tell him, I don’t need to tell him, he knows exactly how I feel.
3 years we’ve been doing this. Ever since I came back to Hogwarts to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts. Our explosive antagonistic relationship continued until one day, instead of shouting at me, he kissed me. And we’ve never looked back.
That rough and forceful kiss turning into passion and heat like nothing I’ve ever felt. I still try and I still cant remember much of our first time together. All I remember is friction and moaning and a sense of something finally being right. Our anger turned into a new kind of fire and we became lovers. In a completely physical sense of the word.
It didn’t take long for our frantic love-making to become more gentle and tender, and still he didn’t acknowledge the feelings. The feelings that had slowly been building up inside myself, the feelings I stamped hard upon because I know the kind of man he is. He doesn’t know love, doesn’t accept it. He doesn’t think he deserves it.
He’s wrong.
He is still an unfriendly, unsympathetic, snarky bastard, but he deserves to be loved as much as anyone. For all the times he stood before violence and danger, unflinching, accepting that he had his role to play. For all the times he was treated like dirt by his family, class-mates, colleagues and students, knowing that he had to hide the truly sensual man he is. For all the times he made me feel like LESS than the-boy-who-lived. For making me feel like Harry. Just Harry.
I watch him now, knowing that even if I beg, as I have done many times in the past, he’ll leave me. As he always does. He’ll return to his own rooms, to his cold bed and his un-caring books, because that’s all he thinks he’s worthy of.
I have to make it different. I have to show him that he is worth so much more. He knows how I feel, whether he admits it or not. Now I just have to tell him.
Looking into those smouldering, silver-shot ebony eyes, I rise from bed. I walk toward him. I grasp his hand.
“Severus, I love you. I really love you. Please? Stay?”
And finally he does.
It\'s kinda sweet but I know it really doesn\'t belong on this site. Just got no where else to post at the moment, sorry.