Over the Shoulder
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
6,981
Reviews:
8
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Currently Reading:
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Over the Shoulder
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Harry Potter. No prophit is made from this story. No copyright infringement is intended.
Over the Shoulder
Harry Potter had finally attained his full growth on the day of his seventeenth birthday; something to do with magical puberty and inheritance... He now stood a towering 6'9". Within the Wizarding World, the taller a person was, the more powerful they were, so long as they had no creature blood. That was why Dumbledore, Voldemort, and Snape all stood over six feet. It had something to do with needing a body large enough to handle the magical core.
On top of that, Harry's body suddenly sprouted an extra thirty kilos in pure muscle mass. His shoulders broadened considerably, his arms as big around as some men's thighs, his stomach rippled with defined muscles... all in all, he looked like some Greek god.
It had been amusing to see the looks of absolute terror on the Dursley's faces when they first saw him, on top of the realisation that he could legally do magic as well. It had worn off quickly. Actually, they had burst out laughing when he hit his head on the lintle. It had also been amusing to watch jaws drop and eyes glaze when he stepped onto Platform 9 3/4 for his final year of schooling. Filtch had a hell of a year mopping up drool and other fluids in the hallways.
But for all that, Harry Potter, Defeater-of-Dark-Lords, remained a virgin. He had a plan for that. He knew that he could snap his fingers and have a harem of boys and girls, men and women waiting at his beck an call. But he wanted one man. The single man who still treated him like he was nothing special.
Severus Snape.
And so that brings us to Graduation. The seventh years were all sitting nicely as the very last of them recieved their diplomas, before a huge cheer went up. Harry stood, and walked to the doors of the Great Hall, where the one and only snarky Potions Master waited and watched with a sneer firmly in place.
"Well, I'm finally no longer your student, eh Snape?"
"I praise the Gods that the day has finally come." Death Glare: intensity level 3.
"Speaking of which, there's something I've been dying to do." The Professor's eyes widened, expecting at best a punch to the gut. He was rather shocked when his ex-student twined his fingers in his lank hair and drged him into a kiss, leaning down to make it easier on the older man's neck.
Silence spread throughout the Hall at the sight.
"W-what?"
"Care to do a bit of gardening?"
"Huh?"
"The gobsmacked look suits you. As I was saying, you have a bit of deflowering to do." Gasps and looks of envy from the peanut gallery.
An evil smirk spread across the Head of Slytherin's face. Harry took it as a sign of assent and smirked back before he threw the snarky and sarcastic man over his shoulder and sprinted for the dungeons. A rare and disterbing sound was heard not long after: Severus Snape's laughter echoed up to the Hall, before a slamming door cut it off.
A/N: very short, I know. I thought it was cute. Inspired by a short scene in "Snape's Dare" by betsanne
Please Review. Flammers shall be spanked.
Harry Potter had finally attained his full growth on the day of his seventeenth birthday; something to do with magical puberty and inheritance... He now stood a towering 6'9". Within the Wizarding World, the taller a person was, the more powerful they were, so long as they had no creature blood. That was why Dumbledore, Voldemort, and Snape all stood over six feet. It had something to do with needing a body large enough to handle the magical core.
On top of that, Harry's body suddenly sprouted an extra thirty kilos in pure muscle mass. His shoulders broadened considerably, his arms as big around as some men's thighs, his stomach rippled with defined muscles... all in all, he looked like some Greek god.
It had been amusing to see the looks of absolute terror on the Dursley's faces when they first saw him, on top of the realisation that he could legally do magic as well. It had worn off quickly. Actually, they had burst out laughing when he hit his head on the lintle. It had also been amusing to watch jaws drop and eyes glaze when he stepped onto Platform 9 3/4 for his final year of schooling. Filtch had a hell of a year mopping up drool and other fluids in the hallways.
But for all that, Harry Potter, Defeater-of-Dark-Lords, remained a virgin. He had a plan for that. He knew that he could snap his fingers and have a harem of boys and girls, men and women waiting at his beck an call. But he wanted one man. The single man who still treated him like he was nothing special.
Severus Snape.
And so that brings us to Graduation. The seventh years were all sitting nicely as the very last of them recieved their diplomas, before a huge cheer went up. Harry stood, and walked to the doors of the Great Hall, where the one and only snarky Potions Master waited and watched with a sneer firmly in place.
"Well, I'm finally no longer your student, eh Snape?"
"I praise the Gods that the day has finally come." Death Glare: intensity level 3.
"Speaking of which, there's something I've been dying to do." The Professor's eyes widened, expecting at best a punch to the gut. He was rather shocked when his ex-student twined his fingers in his lank hair and drged him into a kiss, leaning down to make it easier on the older man's neck.
Silence spread throughout the Hall at the sight.
"W-what?"
"Care to do a bit of gardening?"
"Huh?"
"The gobsmacked look suits you. As I was saying, you have a bit of deflowering to do." Gasps and looks of envy from the peanut gallery.
An evil smirk spread across the Head of Slytherin's face. Harry took it as a sign of assent and smirked back before he threw the snarky and sarcastic man over his shoulder and sprinted for the dungeons. A rare and disterbing sound was heard not long after: Severus Snape's laughter echoed up to the Hall, before a slamming door cut it off.
A/N: very short, I know. I thought it was cute. Inspired by a short scene in "Snape's Dare" by betsanne
Please Review. Flammers shall be spanked.