Shiver
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Harry Potter › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
39
Views:
22,595
Reviews:
109
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.
Shiver
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any character from Harry Potter (very sad, I know,) but I do intend to just borrow them for a bit. Any character not from Harry Potter, is mine and mine alone, and I claim them as mine!
Pairing: Harry/Severus/OFC
Rating: R, for now, maybe NC-17 later
Notes: In this story (for now) Harry and Layla are 16. I'm ignoring the 6th book. So Dumbledore lives!
Shiver
“Fear in a frame? Or the picture of a girl?
With a gorgonesque stare,
her scale-covered hair's got a snake in every curl.
With her forked tongue and her ash colored eyes,
get you down on the floor, naked and sore.
First you shiver, then you die.”
The sound of Harry's voice traveled through his empty bedroom in Privet Drive. His Aunt, Uncle and cousin were out eating, again, as usual. Thus leaving Harry alone to his own devices. He was sitting on his bed, using to the CD player that Hermione had given him before leaving school for the summer. She thought it’d help him pass the time. She was right.
It definitely helped him stay somewhat sane.
“Cut your fingers on the page
where those old wounds run deep.
But the taste of the sand,
rosary in her hand.
They still haunt you in your sleep.
Shiver, yeah, you'll shiver through the night.
I'm delivered vapid vulture to the light.”
Harry let his thoughts stray from the DADA book in his lap, also from Hermione, to a certain person who had been claiming his thoughts as of late. He was trying to figure out the best way to get said person’s attention and interest. ‘That is, if he even likes guys.' Harry reminded himself. He really needed to find out where his preferences lied.
'But how the hell am I supposed to do that?' Harry kept trying to think up scenarios, but they all ending with him getting hexed.
*
“Tied with barbed wire and guitar string
to a junkie's soiled box spring.
You were thankful
for those gym socks he stuffed in your mouth.
'Cause the blood soaked through the tissue
when your teeth broke when he hit you.
You denied him the pleasure he gets when you scream.”
Uncle Vernon had locked Harry in his room two days ago, after they got back from eating out. Even after just eating, Vernon and Dudley looked bigger, if that was possible. Harry didn’t bother glancing at the door when his Aunt smacked it once and shoved some stale bread through the small doggie door. Harry was once again on his bed reading the DADA book from Hermione.
“Oh Holy Grace,
they made love to your face with a box cutter.
Now you'll croon through the cavities girl.
The ropes burn your wrists,
tape stinging your lips till you're crying out
when those phantoms they claw at your door.”
Harry tapped his fingers along to the beat of the song while he continued to read, trying, though in vain, to keep his attention on the book. He figured the reason he couldn’t concentrate was because of the music he was listening too. He deftly changed the CD, barely pausing in his reading as he put one of Hermione’s burned CDs into the player.
He pressed play and groaned as he recognized the song. ‘Damn, this isn’t any better…’ He quickly changed the song and sighed in relief as Beethoven started playing softly. ‘This is so much better.’ He started humming along to Für Elise softly and continued reading.
*
After awhile Harry got bored with the DADA book so he closed it, still listening to Beethoven, and reached down to the pile of books he had to read for next year. He groaned and let his head fall on to the cover of the book with a soft thump.
‘Why the hell did it have to be potions?!’
A/N:Review and let me know what you think? And maybe what you'd like to maybe see happen?
Pairing: Harry/Severus/OFC
Rating: R, for now, maybe NC-17 later
Notes: In this story (for now) Harry and Layla are 16. I'm ignoring the 6th book. So Dumbledore lives!
Shiver
“Fear in a frame? Or the picture of a girl?
With a gorgonesque stare,
her scale-covered hair's got a snake in every curl.
With her forked tongue and her ash colored eyes,
get you down on the floor, naked and sore.
First you shiver, then you die.”
The sound of Harry's voice traveled through his empty bedroom in Privet Drive. His Aunt, Uncle and cousin were out eating, again, as usual. Thus leaving Harry alone to his own devices. He was sitting on his bed, using to the CD player that Hermione had given him before leaving school for the summer. She thought it’d help him pass the time. She was right.
It definitely helped him stay somewhat sane.
“Cut your fingers on the page
where those old wounds run deep.
But the taste of the sand,
rosary in her hand.
They still haunt you in your sleep.
Shiver, yeah, you'll shiver through the night.
I'm delivered vapid vulture to the light.”
Harry let his thoughts stray from the DADA book in his lap, also from Hermione, to a certain person who had been claiming his thoughts as of late. He was trying to figure out the best way to get said person’s attention and interest. ‘That is, if he even likes guys.' Harry reminded himself. He really needed to find out where his preferences lied.
'But how the hell am I supposed to do that?' Harry kept trying to think up scenarios, but they all ending with him getting hexed.
*
“Tied with barbed wire and guitar string
to a junkie's soiled box spring.
You were thankful
for those gym socks he stuffed in your mouth.
'Cause the blood soaked through the tissue
when your teeth broke when he hit you.
You denied him the pleasure he gets when you scream.”
Uncle Vernon had locked Harry in his room two days ago, after they got back from eating out. Even after just eating, Vernon and Dudley looked bigger, if that was possible. Harry didn’t bother glancing at the door when his Aunt smacked it once and shoved some stale bread through the small doggie door. Harry was once again on his bed reading the DADA book from Hermione.
“Oh Holy Grace,
they made love to your face with a box cutter.
Now you'll croon through the cavities girl.
The ropes burn your wrists,
tape stinging your lips till you're crying out
when those phantoms they claw at your door.”
Harry tapped his fingers along to the beat of the song while he continued to read, trying, though in vain, to keep his attention on the book. He figured the reason he couldn’t concentrate was because of the music he was listening too. He deftly changed the CD, barely pausing in his reading as he put one of Hermione’s burned CDs into the player.
He pressed play and groaned as he recognized the song. ‘Damn, this isn’t any better…’ He quickly changed the song and sighed in relief as Beethoven started playing softly. ‘This is so much better.’ He started humming along to Für Elise softly and continued reading.
*
After awhile Harry got bored with the DADA book so he closed it, still listening to Beethoven, and reached down to the pile of books he had to read for next year. He groaned and let his head fall on to the cover of the book with a soft thump.
‘Why the hell did it have to be potions?!’
A/N:Review and let me know what you think? And maybe what you'd like to maybe see happen?