Honorable Detention

Warning: Some implications of adult materials. Yaoi, aka two guys going at it. If that isn’t your cup of tea, turn back now. If it is, you can join my inner circle. Become my minion!
Timeframe: Mid-series.

Note: Songfiction! {Words in italics are the lyrics!}
Song: Honorable Mention
The lyrics are copyright the By Fallout Boy.

Beta'd: None {*gasp*}
Written For: Anyone who still reads my stuff. Sorry for the long hiatus!



I served out my detention
And in the end I got an honorable mention
Why, of all the things in the world, had Neville just HAD to put that root in his caldron? Why couldn’t he have put in something, anything, else? But, of course, Neville had put in the worst ingredient, forcing the caldron to explode. The slimy mess hadn’t left the region, luckily. It had splattered all over Neville’s books and the caldron beside his. Harry’s.

In the movie of my life
Starring you
Instead of me
So, of course, Snape had given HIM a detention! Not Neville, but Harry. That high and mighty git! The greasy old teacher had ordered Harry to come for an 8:00 detention due to his ’horrid’ potion. Which was only horrid because of Neville’s mistake. Harry couldn’t blame the poor guy, he’d apologized so many times. Though, leaving a sniveling Neville for a greasy git wasn’t the highlight of his evening.

When the moonlight
Hits your bright eyes I go blind
As much as Neville had apologized, it didn’t change the fact he’d probably be in the dungeons for hours. With that greasy teacher. Short hair, billowing robes.. Those dark mysterious eyes..

And maybe next time
I'll remember not to tell you something stupid like I'll never leave your side
Almost smacking himself, the young wizard got closer to his destination. A group of black and green cloaked students sniggered at him. He ignored them. Grumbles escaped his mouth. Harry shook his head. He hates Snape, Snape hates him. That’s all.

Like the oldest movie I ever saw was the one we wrote together
I said I hate you but I'd never change a thing
I can be your John Cusack
Everything about the greasy git bothers him.. Doesn’t it? As his thoughts became almost promiscuous he reached the very bowels of the dungeons, the potions classroom. Repeating ‘I hate him’ like a mantra he very carefully pushed the door open.

I burnt out
My defensive
Now everything I say is taken as offensive
The potions master was seated at his desk, apparently grading tests or essays. When he looked up his dark eyes locked on Harry’s. “Potter.”
“Professor,” Harry returned the bitter greeting.

In the movie of my life
Starring you
Instead of me
So bitter.. As always. Harry almost wondered why they had to be this way when he realized Snape was standing, leading him over someplace. Oh, yes, Snape takes control right away… He began to wonder in what other ways his professor would be controlling and then shuddered at the dirtiness of the thought.

When the moonlight
Hits your bright eyes I go blind
A load of dirty cauldrons were waiting for him. Out of the corner of his eye Harry watched Snape work as he cleaned with a scrub brush. Cleaning the muggle way. That almost feminine hair curving around his face as he worked with careful deliberate strokes on the parchment..

And maybe next time
I'll remember not to tell you something stupid like I'll never leave your side
He scrubbed furiously, his knuckles almost whitening. Curse whatever forces that be! Curse fate! Harry silently curse whoever made him born twenty years too late.. And curse Voldermort for making him the boy-who-lived, someone Snape would hate.

Like the oldest movie I ever saw was the one we wrote together
I said I hate you but I'd never change a thing
I can be your John Cusack
Sighing the poor boy slowed his cleaning. Acceptance washed over him. He was in a love/hate relationship. He loved who he hated. The hate, the bitterness, was a sexy turn on. His growing erection was making that point obvious.

Oldest movie I ever saw was the one we wrote together
I said I hate you but I'd never change a thing
The cleaning stopped altogether. Harry, not so much realized, but, decided that now was the moment. He had to show Gryffindor courage. Harry had to let everything out of the bottle he hadn’t even realized had been corked shut.

I can be your John Cusack
Be your John Cusack
I can be your John Cusack
In cautious motions he set the scrubbing brush down and stood up. Brushing himself off he wandered slowly to Snape’s desk. The piercing dark eyes took hold of him, making him sputter, “I.. have something to tell you, sir.”

{Author's Note: The end! Sad but true. So, was it as good as you hoped? Better? Tell me in a review! Need another songfic fix? Check my profile, I have plenty! More will be posted in the future, so please watch out for me! I pray that you will review, I love to read them so much, thank you for reading!}