Kokology - Harry and the Surfboard
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babygrayFound this in my work journal today, half-finished. Based on a question from one of the Kokology books I have at home. It's finished? I'll add the appropriate prompts and some more details later.
Title: Harry and the Surfboard
Author: Ileana (babygray)
Pairings: Implied Snape/Harry
Warning: Psychology, implied sex, implied Snarry, typos
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, its characters, and worlds belong to JK Rowling, Warner Brothers, and other copyright holders. Kokology, and question this story is based on, is written by Tadahiko Nagao and Isamu Saito. This is pure jest.
Harry looked out at the sea, a bit unsettled at the state of the ocean.
The sky above was a light gray, the clouds thin and unrelenting, unmoved by the strong winds. The waves, choppy and foaming, were a dark bluish-gray as they rolled one after another towards the pale shore.
He turned his eyes back to the board in his arms. The board, done in red, white and black, was short, shorter than he thought a surfboard should be. It looked particularly lonely and forgotten when he came across it on the shore that morning. As he wiped it down with a damp cloth and smoothed its underside, it started to appear at least adequate for what he had planned.
Even if it was a little short.
The water was warmer than he expected as he paddled his way off-shore. He stopped just past the point most of the waves were beginning and he waited for the right one to come and carry him back to shore. There had been a couple of waves he rode, believing they had promise. One splashed him to distraction, another was nearly perfect in its rawness, but ended much too quickly.
But that perfect wave finally came, and as he rode it, his heart beated fast from the thrill and before he knew it, the wave overwhelled him completely, causing him to fall into the ocean's wet darkness.
It felt so good. His laughter almost bubbled to the surface before he did. The breath he released when he reached the surface was a coughing laugh that calmed itself into a breathless chuckle as he swam back to his board.
He clinged his board in exhaustion, a grin still on his face, as he spotted a dark, thin blot of black on the pale shore. The shape billowed and moved in a familiar fashion around the ankles, and Harry did not need his glasses to know Snape was watching and waiting at the water's edge for him.
Title: Harry and the Surfboard
Author: Ileana (babygray)
Pairings: Implied Snape/Harry
Warning: Psychology, implied sex, implied Snarry, typos
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, its characters, and worlds belong to JK Rowling, Warner Brothers, and other copyright holders. Kokology, and question this story is based on, is written by Tadahiko Nagao and Isamu Saito. This is pure jest.
Harry looked out at the sea, a bit unsettled at the state of the ocean.
The sky above was a light gray, the clouds thin and unrelenting, unmoved by the strong winds. The waves, choppy and foaming, were a dark bluish-gray as they rolled one after another towards the pale shore.
He turned his eyes back to the board in his arms. The board, done in red, white and black, was short, shorter than he thought a surfboard should be. It looked particularly lonely and forgotten when he came across it on the shore that morning. As he wiped it down with a damp cloth and smoothed its underside, it started to appear at least adequate for what he had planned.
Even if it was a little short.
The water was warmer than he expected as he paddled his way off-shore. He stopped just past the point most of the waves were beginning and he waited for the right one to come and carry him back to shore. There had been a couple of waves he rode, believing they had promise. One splashed him to distraction, another was nearly perfect in its rawness, but ended much too quickly.
But that perfect wave finally came, and as he rode it, his heart beated fast from the thrill and before he knew it, the wave overwhelled him completely, causing him to fall into the ocean's wet darkness.
It felt so good. His laughter almost bubbled to the surface before he did. The breath he released when he reached the surface was a coughing laugh that calmed itself into a breathless chuckle as he swam back to his board.
He clinged his board in exhaustion, a grin still on his face, as he spotted a dark, thin blot of black on the pale shore. The shape billowed and moved in a familiar fashion around the ankles, and Harry did not need his glasses to know Snape was watching and waiting at the water's edge for him.
