A Man of Tastes
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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,398
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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A Man of Tastes
A Man of Tastes
Title: A Man of Tastes
Rating: PG13-R for suggested content
Disclaimer: Everything in the Potterverse belongs to JKR. I\'m just doing this for fun, because I\'m sick like that.
Summary: PervyPedo!Snape. Severus Snape reflects over breakfast his tastes of the flesh. This is a short story.
Author\'s Note: This is slightly twisted, so if you\'re not into dark themes or perverted old men, I suggest you don\'t read this.
Date Completed: January 03, 2003
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Severus Snape\'s gaze glided across the multi-colored heads of the students, all chattering away noisily. He smirked, his eyes more interested in the female half of the student body, going through the delightful little game he went through every morning - examining stu student who kept up her appearances as lovely, or at least slutty, and reflecting not only the things that would lure him to them - say perhaps, long eyelashes, finely manicured nails, legs as pale as milk - but musing on what he\'d like to do to them; the looks of mixed pleasure and horror they would give him, then the blank, oblivious expressions after he charmed away those certain pieces of incriminating evidence from their memory.
Absently, he trailed his tongue along his bottom lip, unaware of how sexy is really was. Near to him, Minerva had given him an almost indiscernible look, and he flashed her a sly grin, making her shift uncomfortably and try to involve herself in a conversation with Albus about the Venus plants that were planted in Green House 5.
Satisfied with himself, he eyed the student body as if they were a platter of delicacies, wondering who he might choose tonight. His dark gaze wandered down the Slytherin table, which lacked in any students with real aesthetic quality.
Severus\' eyes paused, though, on Draco Malfoy, and he decided that perhaps some of the male students could be just as... good, as the females. Malfoy\'s smooth features were still boyish, even as a sixth year he had no facial hair at all, and his slicked back hair was neat and trim. Severus had to admire someone who took as good as care of their hair as he did; never mind the things people said about his greasy hair, he washed it enough times to know that it was all a genetic curse, but he was close enough to remedying that with a potion project of his that was sure to turn his oily tendrils into locks of pure silk. After all, it had once been as soft as a lamb\'s fleece, it couldn\'t be hard to revert it back.
He tried not to let his gaze linger. Although he enjoyed watching the students fidget and glance nervously around at his settling gaze, he didn\'t want to come off as too creepy or paedophilic... It was supposed to be a secret, after all.
He glanced to Minerva again, who seemed to have forgotten him altogether - as usual. Severus idly wondered if she would fall under his charms, that perhaps a Reverse-Aging Potion could make her fifty years younger and more... appealing. He entertained the thought, his gaze earning an inquisitive look from Albus. He nodded his greeting to the headmaster, turning away to finish his water.
Perhaps he had been reaching too far with Minerva, though considering the conflict between their houses a little manipulation might do some good to keep her from deducting too many points from Slytherin. If he left her wanting more of what he could give her, then he\'d definitely have an enjoyable teaching experience for the rest of his residence at Hogwarts.
Oh, but undeniably, the students were much more suited for him. Many of them were still asocenocent as a rose bud, untouched and not tainted, and he felt a twisted joy in knowing he was the one to defile them, expose them to more than they would ever dream of, and leave them nothing more than quivering pieces of flesh in the middle of his bed.
This thought alone had him caught in a daydream, and he had to pull on his mask of bitter resentment quickly before anyone saw the smile on his lips. Breakfast was nearly over, and the morning Potions class would definitely be a treat.
Severus leaned back in his chair, taking a bite out of the sweet cinnamon roll on his plate, licking the icing off his fingers, much to the chagrin of Minerva who had a tough time not looking at him out of the corner of her eyes.
Perhaps he\'d give his potion a test run, and by lunchtime his sheening hair will have enough people gawping, the girls especially he noted, to figure out future potential targets, so to speak. Those who didn\'t gape too much but were still looking, he tht, ht, would be the best choices. He never liked attention on himself too much, but as a man of tastes, he knew that a man who presented himself well got the things he needed.
And Severus had many needs.
Title: A Man of Tastes
Rating: PG13-R for suggested content
Disclaimer: Everything in the Potterverse belongs to JKR. I\'m just doing this for fun, because I\'m sick like that.
Summary: PervyPedo!Snape. Severus Snape reflects over breakfast his tastes of the flesh. This is a short story.
Author\'s Note: This is slightly twisted, so if you\'re not into dark themes or perverted old men, I suggest you don\'t read this.
Date Completed: January 03, 2003
_______________________________________
Severus Snape\'s gaze glided across the multi-colored heads of the students, all chattering away noisily. He smirked, his eyes more interested in the female half of the student body, going through the delightful little game he went through every morning - examining stu student who kept up her appearances as lovely, or at least slutty, and reflecting not only the things that would lure him to them - say perhaps, long eyelashes, finely manicured nails, legs as pale as milk - but musing on what he\'d like to do to them; the looks of mixed pleasure and horror they would give him, then the blank, oblivious expressions after he charmed away those certain pieces of incriminating evidence from their memory.
Absently, he trailed his tongue along his bottom lip, unaware of how sexy is really was. Near to him, Minerva had given him an almost indiscernible look, and he flashed her a sly grin, making her shift uncomfortably and try to involve herself in a conversation with Albus about the Venus plants that were planted in Green House 5.
Satisfied with himself, he eyed the student body as if they were a platter of delicacies, wondering who he might choose tonight. His dark gaze wandered down the Slytherin table, which lacked in any students with real aesthetic quality.
Severus\' eyes paused, though, on Draco Malfoy, and he decided that perhaps some of the male students could be just as... good, as the females. Malfoy\'s smooth features were still boyish, even as a sixth year he had no facial hair at all, and his slicked back hair was neat and trim. Severus had to admire someone who took as good as care of their hair as he did; never mind the things people said about his greasy hair, he washed it enough times to know that it was all a genetic curse, but he was close enough to remedying that with a potion project of his that was sure to turn his oily tendrils into locks of pure silk. After all, it had once been as soft as a lamb\'s fleece, it couldn\'t be hard to revert it back.
He tried not to let his gaze linger. Although he enjoyed watching the students fidget and glance nervously around at his settling gaze, he didn\'t want to come off as too creepy or paedophilic... It was supposed to be a secret, after all.
He glanced to Minerva again, who seemed to have forgotten him altogether - as usual. Severus idly wondered if she would fall under his charms, that perhaps a Reverse-Aging Potion could make her fifty years younger and more... appealing. He entertained the thought, his gaze earning an inquisitive look from Albus. He nodded his greeting to the headmaster, turning away to finish his water.
Perhaps he had been reaching too far with Minerva, though considering the conflict between their houses a little manipulation might do some good to keep her from deducting too many points from Slytherin. If he left her wanting more of what he could give her, then he\'d definitely have an enjoyable teaching experience for the rest of his residence at Hogwarts.
Oh, but undeniably, the students were much more suited for him. Many of them were still asocenocent as a rose bud, untouched and not tainted, and he felt a twisted joy in knowing he was the one to defile them, expose them to more than they would ever dream of, and leave them nothing more than quivering pieces of flesh in the middle of his bed.
This thought alone had him caught in a daydream, and he had to pull on his mask of bitter resentment quickly before anyone saw the smile on his lips. Breakfast was nearly over, and the morning Potions class would definitely be a treat.
Severus leaned back in his chair, taking a bite out of the sweet cinnamon roll on his plate, licking the icing off his fingers, much to the chagrin of Minerva who had a tough time not looking at him out of the corner of her eyes.
Perhaps he\'d give his potion a test run, and by lunchtime his sheening hair will have enough people gawping, the girls especially he noted, to figure out future potential targets, so to speak. Those who didn\'t gape too much but were still looking, he tht, ht, would be the best choices. He never liked attention on himself too much, but as a man of tastes, he knew that a man who presented himself well got the things he needed.
And Severus had many needs.