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The Trials and Tribulations of Severus Snape
Sniffing is good for the health!
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Sniffing disdainfully and sneering contemptously was an art Snape had perfected long ago ,Harry thought sourly. Even now the greasy git was glaring at him evilly supposedly waiting for an opportunity when the twinkly eyed batty headmaster wasn't looking over him to pounce once and for all on him. The sallow skin taut over insubstantial cheekbones had aquired a grey tinge, not helping him in the looks department Harry thought grinning. The nose, now that was a sight truly to behold, Snape in small doses required of the average person inhuman patience, in large quantity with an alarming close presence after each time then you were in deep shit as Harry could glumly attest to.
On several occasions he'd had to be embarassingly revived by madame Pomfrey after a particular gruesome encounter with 'the nose' as Harry called it. He remembered one such occasion whch still mortified him no end; He'd had potions detention and upon nearing Snape's class he had heard groans and gasps of "someone" in extreme distress, being Harry Potter (it truly was an irritating thing) with an unwanted hero position he'd rushed into the class only to see Snape fornicating with Filch. Three things had hit Harry in a rush; the first that being held captive by Voldemort was a bunny trip compared to what he was facing now, two that he was finally legible for 'obliviate' and the third thing that hit him was understanding with Filch's annoying obsession over "old punishment." Snape he surmised obviously liked the old tecnique guessing from the whip welts conspicuous on his lean muscular body (a pleasant surprise to Harry), the melted wax on his chest and the chains around his legs. A gasp and a shriek later Harry found himself in the unenviable position of facing a nude Filch, and Snape whose whole face was very close to his own, staring into dark pitiless eyes Harry suddenly gazed down at the man's stupendously large nose. It had been the last straw as he'd screamed in terror before falling down unto the hard, rough ground in a dead faint. He shuddered now as he remembered several other time's when Snape would deliberately get close to him and he'd faint away. It was embarassing as hell and he didn't know what to do...
Arrogant, pissy holed, nasty piece of shit Severus muttered angrily beneath his breath as he ground poppy seeds into the cauldron. 'He who must never have been obeyed' had finally been destroyed, no thanks to Potter although the Wizarding world's revolting favouritism and fawning over the beast never failed to make him bitter and angry. He'd been the one to risk life and limb for the bloody order, serving a lunatic who'd spent more time than Malfoy looking into the mirrors bemoaning his lost beauty. The arsehole had sorely grated on Severus's poorly tried mind after he'd only joined him to hiss over losing the best shaggable candiditate; Lily Potter. He'd truly had it rough Severus thought pissed even more. For God sake's for more than five years he had wasted himself on wanking and wanting a weak willed, slutty tramp whose first encounter with an equally slutty boy had resulted in him losing her forever. Next he went on to spend all his time on trying to save the neverending life of the boy whose parents had made his own life a living hell and his equally eternal master who refused to bow down to fate and just die. Potter had been no less stubborn though the bastard, Severus angrily mused, the boy had had a death wish which was never answered and which in turn made his scaly, reptilian master even more angry as he had introduced the final betraying torture to incite more enthusiasm in his minions to finally capture Potter; ballroom dancing. Even Bella whose obsession with their lord rivalled his with Potter couldn't reconcile with the new truly painful method. Each man, underage boy and woman had vowed to kill Potter after the horrifying sessions of dancing with an exuberant Voldemort whose hands tended to wonder amorously all over his partner's body. Bella hadn't been happy, which made Severus's life even more difficult and his hatred towards Potter even more volatile as he had to mournfully with a stiff upper lip (ocassionally trembling suspiciously) placate the vicious woman.
He was however somewhat amused at poor Potter's reaction to his face or more aptly his nose. It truly was quite sad to see the boy trembling in terror as he deliberated how close he wanted to be to him in each of his potions class. The child had faced Voldemort of the red eyes with more cool dignity and yet he couldn't face Snape. It was an irony and Severus at times wanted to savour it. Severus smiled in malicious pleasure as he remembered Potter's reaction to a bdsm session he'd had with Filch; his eyes had gleamed in lust as he had surveyed his potion's master's used body before widening to ludicrous proportions as Filch had shrieked and unentangling himself from Severus's body started walking towards him. It had been a hilarious joke to him at the realisation that Potter who could face Voldemort, dementors, a nude Filch and an unclean Black could faint dead away at the mere sight of his rather illustrious nose.
The boy did smell gorgeous though Severus contended reluctantly and he did have a beautiful body not to mention those gorgeous eyes whose beauty far out rivalled those of his promiscous mother. Oh and that seductive mane, mussed and sexy as hell, Severus groaned as he hardened whenever thinking about Potter's raven locks. It was a pity about Potter's feelings...
Harry groaned in horror as he saw the letter summoning him to the headmaster's office. Dumbledore of the musical unearthly voice, magestic arse and annoying demands which were getting more and more bizzarre. Last week he was given the task; to have a bigger reputation than all the Greek hero's forever mentioned in books and literature. When Harry had calmly answered that most kids weren't too grateful to those hero's who had helped their people in their time but were now enforced over and over again on them and didn't give a damn about them anymore Dumbledore with his ever present half moon spectacles had replied that Harry was the same age as them so ofcourse they would love to read about the phenomenon that he was. To which Harry just shook his head and banged it repeatedly on the wooden table top before running out and not looking back at the old man who was jiggling disturbingly to a song: Closer by Nine Inch Nails a muggle group of singers...
Screaming would get him nowhere...literally but he knew that there was one person who could help him, a person who had come out unscathed ( somewhat anyways) from each encounter with the headmaster and still lived to tale as the snarky, sarcastic, greasy git of a potions master Severus Snape. Between the choice of either encountering his crazy machiavellian headmaster or his equally terrible potions teacher, the choice was no choice at all really. Sighing and sticking a middle finger at the sky he wondered why he was "the boy who could never get laid." A sudden bolt of lightening hitting his still raised middle finger had him shrieking in rage and pain as he roared angrily, "well its true, I am only 18 for fucks sake and until last year my biggest fear was to kill the dark ponce, now that I have I still haven't shagged dammit, and its all your fault!" The night could only get better Harry thought viciously as he heard the amused forever sexy drawl of Snape murmur, " aww poor big headed Potter, who knew you were a virgin, and the last one left in Hogwarts I am told..." Harry felt his face go apoplectic with rage and finally felt sympathy arise for Vernon Dursley, as he growled angrily before running towards Snape.
Severus looked at Potter's flushed red face, flared nose and thought he looked like a bull, a rather attractive one at that but he would rather face ballroom dancing again than admit it. The next thing he knew however was that he was on the ground, with Potter straddling his hips, his hands bound above his head and Severus rather irritated thought that abit too much, how could Potter do all that in a space of a minute it wasn't as if he was so beautiful that he'd fogged his brain. Or maybe he was Severus thought as he stared into worryingly glazed eyes the colour of emerald gemstones a cliche worthy of Malfoy himself. His thoughts scattered however as he felt hot, searing lips kissing him albeit a little ineptly. His ineptitude was quickly forgiven as the boy cast a distinct spell, which moments later left him without clothes. Severus worried a little as he wondered how unfavourably the vicious cold might impact on his semi aroused body and then grinned as Potter cast another spell this time to heat their bodies.
Severus groaned in pleasure as Potter's lips suckled a nipple, then tracked the movement of a wet tongue as it licked its way down his chest to his abdomen where it teased his belly button. His hips canted up or tried to atleast what with Potter's unusually heavy body on top of him his hips grinding slowly into him. When Potter looked up at him, Severus knew that another fainting spell was to make an appearance and he did the only thing he could think of;he spoke. His voice apparently was one of his redeeming features as even the dark inept lord on occasion had orgasmed to it whilst he had been relaying a report on "the boy who wouldn't die." Ofcourse he hadn't wanted to know about the bastard's perversions more than he'd had to but it had given him something to think about. Looking into Potter's panicked, terrified eyes Severus grinned seductively (as much as he could with a heavy body atop him and his hands tied up) and growled huskily,"Fuck me Potter!" Apparently it worked as the boy quickly latched onto his lips and started to kiss him ravenously, all the while murmuring " I was so jealous of Filch, I wanted to hex him for touching you like that... Oh God" he groaned as he spelled his own clothes of. At the sight of Potter's beautifully muscled body Severus nearly came but bit the inside of a cheek to stop himself. The gorgeous man was a dark honey gold all round and the thick, long mouth watering cock jutting between his legs nearly had Severus salivating in hunger. In fact he could feel an embarassing wetness at the side of his mouth where it trailed down his chin and he wanted to cringe, God he had actually drooled at the sight of Potter. His brain provided the unhelpful input that Potter's head might explode to astronomical proportions at this new behaviour towards him. So he was shocked when Potter merely leaned towards him and licked the trail murmuring in contentment. His talented untutored hands running all over his sensitive body made Severus groan again as he moaned in fustration. Potter was now fisting both their lubricated cocks (Severus was once again surprised at the boys quick timing) and running his hand over them in a langourous hand motion.
The sensations running through him made him whimper in pleasure as he fisted the greasy git's rather impressive cock. Spending more than seven years surrounded by boys had taught him certain things and having finally found a someone to practise those things made Harry groan in hapiness. His forefinger trailed a slow soothing journey around Snape's dusky puckered hole whilst breaching it as gently as he could. The incredible hot, tight wet heat surrounding his finger had him closing his eyes in ecstacy. Slowly he thrust his finger inside of the man over and over again before Snape muttered hoarsely,"more Potter...more." Harry obliged him and added another finger, scissoring them in and out. He leaned down and kissed Snape's thin lips, sucking on the man's tongue and drawing it inside his own mouth. Casting the lubricating spell Harry aligned his stiff cock at Snape's entrance and thrust in hard.
"Ghnuhh!" Snape moaned unintelligably as Potter thrust into him over and over again, starting off langorously before pistoning into him more with force behind his shortened shallow strokes. One of Potter's hands entwined around his cock milking it with sure rough fingers up and down its length. Severus could feel his whole body canting up towards Harry, inviting the man to thrust even harder into him. Snape felt pressure rising at the base of his spine, his balls tightening as his body readied itself for climax. Moments later he felt hot, sticky liquid on his stomach and in Potter's hands. Inside of him he felt Potter convulsing before the rush of discomfort hit him as the man emptied himself inside of him. Potter did something then, he looked up at him and smiled beautifically before gently kissing him, and slapping his ass as he whispered,"we should do this again Severus..." Disoreintated all Severus could do was gape like an anattractive fish, which was what stopped the action from forming into a fully fledged jaw fall. He nodded dumbly before muttering inanely, "next time Potter, I am topping seeing as I can't even trust you enough not to chafe my back raw again." Potter however merely grinned, cast a spell to unbind his hands before gingerly coming out of him and kissing his belly button as he did so.
Harry smiled in happiness as he read the morning post, whose headlines stated that former headmaster of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry had gone completely mad, as he stood completely nude waving his hands exuberantly, his white beard and hair trailing around him like a Rapunzel wannabe stating adamantly that he was Merlin. Harry laughed out loud, then stopped as he saw sombre faced Gryffindors, Hufflepuff's and Ravenclaws. Only Slytherine seemed cheery, but Harry only had eyes for one Slytherin. He raised his head and looked up at the smirking potions master who winked at him and subtly pointed at the newspaper infront of him. Harry was frankly gobsmacked, sure he had told Sna- Severus he mentally chided himself about Dumbledore's schemes but he hadn't figured on the man's deftness. Shaking his head in amazement Harry looked up again at Severus and mouthed a "thank you..." He stood up having finished his breakfast and made his way to his magical creature class where Hagrid the bloody oaf had decided to teach them (practically) about poisonous blood spitting lizards. Harry wondered thoughtfully if he should ask Severus to help him again regarding another mad professor of his and then grinned...
The End
***
Sniffing disdainfully and sneering contemptously was an art Snape had perfected long ago ,Harry thought sourly. Even now the greasy git was glaring at him evilly supposedly waiting for an opportunity when the twinkly eyed batty headmaster wasn't looking over him to pounce once and for all on him. The sallow skin taut over insubstantial cheekbones had aquired a grey tinge, not helping him in the looks department Harry thought grinning. The nose, now that was a sight truly to behold, Snape in small doses required of the average person inhuman patience, in large quantity with an alarming close presence after each time then you were in deep shit as Harry could glumly attest to.
On several occasions he'd had to be embarassingly revived by madame Pomfrey after a particular gruesome encounter with 'the nose' as Harry called it. He remembered one such occasion whch still mortified him no end; He'd had potions detention and upon nearing Snape's class he had heard groans and gasps of "someone" in extreme distress, being Harry Potter (it truly was an irritating thing) with an unwanted hero position he'd rushed into the class only to see Snape fornicating with Filch. Three things had hit Harry in a rush; the first that being held captive by Voldemort was a bunny trip compared to what he was facing now, two that he was finally legible for 'obliviate' and the third thing that hit him was understanding with Filch's annoying obsession over "old punishment." Snape he surmised obviously liked the old tecnique guessing from the whip welts conspicuous on his lean muscular body (a pleasant surprise to Harry), the melted wax on his chest and the chains around his legs. A gasp and a shriek later Harry found himself in the unenviable position of facing a nude Filch, and Snape whose whole face was very close to his own, staring into dark pitiless eyes Harry suddenly gazed down at the man's stupendously large nose. It had been the last straw as he'd screamed in terror before falling down unto the hard, rough ground in a dead faint. He shuddered now as he remembered several other time's when Snape would deliberately get close to him and he'd faint away. It was embarassing as hell and he didn't know what to do...
Arrogant, pissy holed, nasty piece of shit Severus muttered angrily beneath his breath as he ground poppy seeds into the cauldron. 'He who must never have been obeyed' had finally been destroyed, no thanks to Potter although the Wizarding world's revolting favouritism and fawning over the beast never failed to make him bitter and angry. He'd been the one to risk life and limb for the bloody order, serving a lunatic who'd spent more time than Malfoy looking into the mirrors bemoaning his lost beauty. The arsehole had sorely grated on Severus's poorly tried mind after he'd only joined him to hiss over losing the best shaggable candiditate; Lily Potter. He'd truly had it rough Severus thought pissed even more. For God sake's for more than five years he had wasted himself on wanking and wanting a weak willed, slutty tramp whose first encounter with an equally slutty boy had resulted in him losing her forever. Next he went on to spend all his time on trying to save the neverending life of the boy whose parents had made his own life a living hell and his equally eternal master who refused to bow down to fate and just die. Potter had been no less stubborn though the bastard, Severus angrily mused, the boy had had a death wish which was never answered and which in turn made his scaly, reptilian master even more angry as he had introduced the final betraying torture to incite more enthusiasm in his minions to finally capture Potter; ballroom dancing. Even Bella whose obsession with their lord rivalled his with Potter couldn't reconcile with the new truly painful method. Each man, underage boy and woman had vowed to kill Potter after the horrifying sessions of dancing with an exuberant Voldemort whose hands tended to wonder amorously all over his partner's body. Bella hadn't been happy, which made Severus's life even more difficult and his hatred towards Potter even more volatile as he had to mournfully with a stiff upper lip (ocassionally trembling suspiciously) placate the vicious woman.
He was however somewhat amused at poor Potter's reaction to his face or more aptly his nose. It truly was quite sad to see the boy trembling in terror as he deliberated how close he wanted to be to him in each of his potions class. The child had faced Voldemort of the red eyes with more cool dignity and yet he couldn't face Snape. It was an irony and Severus at times wanted to savour it. Severus smiled in malicious pleasure as he remembered Potter's reaction to a bdsm session he'd had with Filch; his eyes had gleamed in lust as he had surveyed his potion's master's used body before widening to ludicrous proportions as Filch had shrieked and unentangling himself from Severus's body started walking towards him. It had been a hilarious joke to him at the realisation that Potter who could face Voldemort, dementors, a nude Filch and an unclean Black could faint dead away at the mere sight of his rather illustrious nose.
The boy did smell gorgeous though Severus contended reluctantly and he did have a beautiful body not to mention those gorgeous eyes whose beauty far out rivalled those of his promiscous mother. Oh and that seductive mane, mussed and sexy as hell, Severus groaned as he hardened whenever thinking about Potter's raven locks. It was a pity about Potter's feelings...
Harry groaned in horror as he saw the letter summoning him to the headmaster's office. Dumbledore of the musical unearthly voice, magestic arse and annoying demands which were getting more and more bizzarre. Last week he was given the task; to have a bigger reputation than all the Greek hero's forever mentioned in books and literature. When Harry had calmly answered that most kids weren't too grateful to those hero's who had helped their people in their time but were now enforced over and over again on them and didn't give a damn about them anymore Dumbledore with his ever present half moon spectacles had replied that Harry was the same age as them so ofcourse they would love to read about the phenomenon that he was. To which Harry just shook his head and banged it repeatedly on the wooden table top before running out and not looking back at the old man who was jiggling disturbingly to a song: Closer by Nine Inch Nails a muggle group of singers...
Screaming would get him nowhere...literally but he knew that there was one person who could help him, a person who had come out unscathed ( somewhat anyways) from each encounter with the headmaster and still lived to tale as the snarky, sarcastic, greasy git of a potions master Severus Snape. Between the choice of either encountering his crazy machiavellian headmaster or his equally terrible potions teacher, the choice was no choice at all really. Sighing and sticking a middle finger at the sky he wondered why he was "the boy who could never get laid." A sudden bolt of lightening hitting his still raised middle finger had him shrieking in rage and pain as he roared angrily, "well its true, I am only 18 for fucks sake and until last year my biggest fear was to kill the dark ponce, now that I have I still haven't shagged dammit, and its all your fault!" The night could only get better Harry thought viciously as he heard the amused forever sexy drawl of Snape murmur, " aww poor big headed Potter, who knew you were a virgin, and the last one left in Hogwarts I am told..." Harry felt his face go apoplectic with rage and finally felt sympathy arise for Vernon Dursley, as he growled angrily before running towards Snape.
Severus looked at Potter's flushed red face, flared nose and thought he looked like a bull, a rather attractive one at that but he would rather face ballroom dancing again than admit it. The next thing he knew however was that he was on the ground, with Potter straddling his hips, his hands bound above his head and Severus rather irritated thought that abit too much, how could Potter do all that in a space of a minute it wasn't as if he was so beautiful that he'd fogged his brain. Or maybe he was Severus thought as he stared into worryingly glazed eyes the colour of emerald gemstones a cliche worthy of Malfoy himself. His thoughts scattered however as he felt hot, searing lips kissing him albeit a little ineptly. His ineptitude was quickly forgiven as the boy cast a distinct spell, which moments later left him without clothes. Severus worried a little as he wondered how unfavourably the vicious cold might impact on his semi aroused body and then grinned as Potter cast another spell this time to heat their bodies.
Severus groaned in pleasure as Potter's lips suckled a nipple, then tracked the movement of a wet tongue as it licked its way down his chest to his abdomen where it teased his belly button. His hips canted up or tried to atleast what with Potter's unusually heavy body on top of him his hips grinding slowly into him. When Potter looked up at him, Severus knew that another fainting spell was to make an appearance and he did the only thing he could think of;he spoke. His voice apparently was one of his redeeming features as even the dark inept lord on occasion had orgasmed to it whilst he had been relaying a report on "the boy who wouldn't die." Ofcourse he hadn't wanted to know about the bastard's perversions more than he'd had to but it had given him something to think about. Looking into Potter's panicked, terrified eyes Severus grinned seductively (as much as he could with a heavy body atop him and his hands tied up) and growled huskily,"Fuck me Potter!" Apparently it worked as the boy quickly latched onto his lips and started to kiss him ravenously, all the while murmuring " I was so jealous of Filch, I wanted to hex him for touching you like that... Oh God" he groaned as he spelled his own clothes of. At the sight of Potter's beautifully muscled body Severus nearly came but bit the inside of a cheek to stop himself. The gorgeous man was a dark honey gold all round and the thick, long mouth watering cock jutting between his legs nearly had Severus salivating in hunger. In fact he could feel an embarassing wetness at the side of his mouth where it trailed down his chin and he wanted to cringe, God he had actually drooled at the sight of Potter. His brain provided the unhelpful input that Potter's head might explode to astronomical proportions at this new behaviour towards him. So he was shocked when Potter merely leaned towards him and licked the trail murmuring in contentment. His talented untutored hands running all over his sensitive body made Severus groan again as he moaned in fustration. Potter was now fisting both their lubricated cocks (Severus was once again surprised at the boys quick timing) and running his hand over them in a langourous hand motion.
The sensations running through him made him whimper in pleasure as he fisted the greasy git's rather impressive cock. Spending more than seven years surrounded by boys had taught him certain things and having finally found a someone to practise those things made Harry groan in hapiness. His forefinger trailed a slow soothing journey around Snape's dusky puckered hole whilst breaching it as gently as he could. The incredible hot, tight wet heat surrounding his finger had him closing his eyes in ecstacy. Slowly he thrust his finger inside of the man over and over again before Snape muttered hoarsely,"more Potter...more." Harry obliged him and added another finger, scissoring them in and out. He leaned down and kissed Snape's thin lips, sucking on the man's tongue and drawing it inside his own mouth. Casting the lubricating spell Harry aligned his stiff cock at Snape's entrance and thrust in hard.
"Ghnuhh!" Snape moaned unintelligably as Potter thrust into him over and over again, starting off langorously before pistoning into him more with force behind his shortened shallow strokes. One of Potter's hands entwined around his cock milking it with sure rough fingers up and down its length. Severus could feel his whole body canting up towards Harry, inviting the man to thrust even harder into him. Snape felt pressure rising at the base of his spine, his balls tightening as his body readied itself for climax. Moments later he felt hot, sticky liquid on his stomach and in Potter's hands. Inside of him he felt Potter convulsing before the rush of discomfort hit him as the man emptied himself inside of him. Potter did something then, he looked up at him and smiled beautifically before gently kissing him, and slapping his ass as he whispered,"we should do this again Severus..." Disoreintated all Severus could do was gape like an anattractive fish, which was what stopped the action from forming into a fully fledged jaw fall. He nodded dumbly before muttering inanely, "next time Potter, I am topping seeing as I can't even trust you enough not to chafe my back raw again." Potter however merely grinned, cast a spell to unbind his hands before gingerly coming out of him and kissing his belly button as he did so.
Harry smiled in happiness as he read the morning post, whose headlines stated that former headmaster of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry had gone completely mad, as he stood completely nude waving his hands exuberantly, his white beard and hair trailing around him like a Rapunzel wannabe stating adamantly that he was Merlin. Harry laughed out loud, then stopped as he saw sombre faced Gryffindors, Hufflepuff's and Ravenclaws. Only Slytherine seemed cheery, but Harry only had eyes for one Slytherin. He raised his head and looked up at the smirking potions master who winked at him and subtly pointed at the newspaper infront of him. Harry was frankly gobsmacked, sure he had told Sna- Severus he mentally chided himself about Dumbledore's schemes but he hadn't figured on the man's deftness. Shaking his head in amazement Harry looked up again at Severus and mouthed a "thank you..." He stood up having finished his breakfast and made his way to his magical creature class where Hagrid the bloody oaf had decided to teach them (practically) about poisonous blood spitting lizards. Harry wondered thoughtfully if he should ask Severus to help him again regarding another mad professor of his and then grinned...
The End