Just a spontaneous drabble. JK Rowling is the genius and I make no money from this.
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Harry decided that Snape was becoming a source of torture. Was there a clinical word for a bloke who wanted a teacher, who was twice his age? He had one chance to ask. Why was this one man so alluring?
He knew why. Most people show you nothing more than flesh. What you see when you look at Snape isn't his face. It's his soul. That's what he brings to a room every time he enters. He hasn't learned to be fake. He isn't watered down into bland acceptability. He is potent and concentrated to his core. That's why Harry wanted him.
He had to admit to himself, 'You are attracted to power, Harry.'
What must it be like to have such a wizard shudder beneath him, or better, to spread his weight the entire length of him? That's why he wanted to confront Snape, to touch him, and to demonstrate the use of his body in a way that Snape had to take seriously.
He wanted to show Snape that he was no longer a child. Even that reserved and stoic wizard had to feel pleasure. What must that face, trapped in ecstacy, be like? And that bottomless voice sound like? Even he would have to fall silent if Harry grabbed him in just the right way. Even he couldn't protest too loudly, if Harry were quick, confident, and brave enough to show no fear.
Oh, Snape would be angry, at first. But if Harry did it right, Snape's razor tongue would find itself speechless and unable to slice him while trapped in Harry's mouth.
He had to make Snape see that he was old enough to know what he wanted.
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Layers is the follow up story for this. :-)
