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babygrayLast year, I wrote a story for the Back-To-Hogwarts Fest over at snape-potter called "Where He Belongs" (which you can read over at Dreamwidth or at my FF.net page.) Where it came from was radically different from where it ended up, and it wasn't the first story that came from that idea.
The Premise: Harry jumps Snape after class... which lead to a naked Harry jumping Snape, period.
Here are two openings. The first is smuttier, but it's unclear as to whether Harry is a student or an assistant. The second makes it obvious Harry is a student.
..........first version
Even in the hottest weather, the Potions classom was damp and chilly. The students, dressed underneath their robes for the warmer weather, shivered as they listened to Snape's lecturing.
Harry, for his part, wasn't listening. The words were no more than sounds that traveled through him, making him shiver for reasons unrelated to the cold. He brushed the end of his sugar quill he was pretending to use against his mouth, licking the crystallized plume whenever Snape was looking his direction.
Snape's sallow cheeks turned red. He prudishly turned his head away.
Harry smiled to himself, charmed by the man's action, and placed the tip of the quill on his tongue. He sucked on it for the right moment. As Snape turned back towards him, Harry began to rapidly flick his tongue against the tip of the quill.
Snape looked practically horrified and quickly looked away, only to stare at Harry from the corner of his eye.
Smiling, Harry licked the length of the sugar quill slowly before taking the end into his mouth. He stared at Snape, from above the rim of his glasses.
..........version two, where I made it obvious Harry's a student
Even in the hottest weather, the Potions classom was chilly and damp. The students, dressed for the warm May weather outside, shivered underneath their school robes as they listened to Professor Snape's lecture.
Harry, for the most part, was not listening. He stared at Snape's lips, watching the words form, curled with sound and distain. He brushed the end of his sugar quill along his bottom lip, licking the crystallized plume whenever Snape turned to look in his direction.
Snape's voice did not falter, his sallow cheeks did not darken. He turned away, unaffected.
Harry pouted for a moment, but he was not deterred.
Ron nudged him. "Harry, it's your turn to get theingredients supplies.
"Uh?" harry said, his tongue still half-heartedly flicking the tip of his sugar quill. "Oh, right." He rose to follow the others to the supply cabinet.
"And don't forget the (some mystical mammal) milk," Ron said, pointing to the tall, (illegible) containers on Snape's desk."
"_______'s milk?"
"Did you hear anything Snape said, or were you too busy with your quill?" Ron said with a surprisingly lewd sneer.
"Sod off," Harry said.
... It's time for lunch.
The Premise: Harry jumps Snape after class... which lead to a naked Harry jumping Snape, period.
Here are two openings. The first is smuttier, but it's unclear as to whether Harry is a student or an assistant. The second makes it obvious Harry is a student.
..........first version
Even in the hottest weather, the Potions classom was damp and chilly. The students, dressed underneath their robes for the warmer weather, shivered as they listened to Snape's lecturing.
Harry, for his part, wasn't listening. The words were no more than sounds that traveled through him, making him shiver for reasons unrelated to the cold. He brushed the end of his sugar quill he was pretending to use against his mouth, licking the crystallized plume whenever Snape was looking his direction.
Snape's sallow cheeks turned red. He prudishly turned his head away.
Harry smiled to himself, charmed by the man's action, and placed the tip of the quill on his tongue. He sucked on it for the right moment. As Snape turned back towards him, Harry began to rapidly flick his tongue against the tip of the quill.
Snape looked practically horrified and quickly looked away, only to stare at Harry from the corner of his eye.
Smiling, Harry licked the length of the sugar quill slowly before taking the end into his mouth. He stared at Snape, from above the rim of his glasses.
..........version two, where I made it obvious Harry's a student
Even in the hottest weather, the Potions classom was chilly and damp. The students, dressed for the warm May weather outside, shivered underneath their school robes as they listened to Professor Snape's lecture.
Harry, for the most part, was not listening. He stared at Snape's lips, watching the words form, curled with sound and distain. He brushed the end of his sugar quill along his bottom lip, licking the crystallized plume whenever Snape turned to look in his direction.
Snape's voice did not falter, his sallow cheeks did not darken. He turned away, unaffected.
Harry pouted for a moment, but he was not deterred.
Ron nudged him. "Harry, it's your turn to get the
"Uh?" harry said, his tongue still half-heartedly flicking the tip of his sugar quill. "Oh, right." He rose to follow the others to the supply cabinet.
"And don't forget the (some mystical mammal) milk," Ron said, pointing to the tall, (illegible) containers on Snape's desk."
"_______'s milk?"
"Did you hear anything Snape said, or were you too busy with your quill?" Ron said with a surprisingly lewd sneer.
"Sod off," Harry said.
... It's time for lunch.
