Title: Statutory
Author: Never
Pairing: Harry/Snape
Rating: R
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I'd be a much happier person...but I don't.
Warning: AU, slash, chan
Summary: After a little coaxing, Harry goes to a rave where he meets the man of his dreams. But will their age differences keep them apart?
Author's Notes: The idea suddenly dropped on me and I had to write it immediately before I forgot it, as I tend to do.
***
I remember exactly how I met him. Fred had talked me into going to a rave. I'm still not quite sure why he was there, since he was a little too old and he doesn't enjoy partying. But I'm glad that he was. He's changed my life, and he constantly tells me that I've changed his.
As we lay here together, on a blanket under the stars, I remember the first day I met him.
***
"Come on, Harry, it'll be fun," Fred told me as we walked home after school on a Friday afternoon.
"Fred, I'm not so sure. I mean, have you ever been to a rave?"
"No, and neither have you, so don't try and tell me what they're like. Harry, have you ever done anything against the rules?"
Glancing out the corner of my eye, I laughed, "You do that enough for the both of us."
Once we reached my house, he stopped to turn and look at me as sternly as he could, "Harry, you're coming. No more arguments. I'll pick you up tonight at nine." Before I could protest, he was already walking away.
***
Later that night, just as he said, Fred knocked on my door at nine, dressed in blue jeans and a tight collared shirt that only had one button fastened. He had never looked so sexy, and I had never felt so...not.
"You aren't wearing that, are you?" he asked.
After seeing his clothes, I decided that it was certainly time to change, but I had nothing to wear. I was only 16 at the time. I'd never been to clubs or gone partying, ergo, I had no partying clothes. My voice low, I replied, "I don't have anything else to wear."
"I figured as much," Fred tossed a bag at me that I hadn't noticed him carrying, "they're your size, so go on and get dressed."
Without looking in the bag, I smiled up at him, "Thanks, you're a life- saver."
***
"I hate you," I said under my breath as I walked into the rave wearing a nearly transparent white shirt and black leather pants that, according to Fred, perfectly outlined my ass. As self-conscious as I was to be at a rave, it was nothing in comparison to how I felt in those clothes. But as Fred put his arm around my waist and gathered me close, ushering me directly to the dance floor, my nervousness faded slightly.
Much to my surprise, people around me, boys and girls, watched me dance. At first I had thought that I was so out of place that they were secretly laughing at me, but after I caught a clear look of lust in the eyes of a man a few feet away, I could only grin and try to dance as erotically as I could.
I hadn't known it at the time, but that was when he first noticed me. Though, I had already noticed him standing against the wall, idly scanning the large warehouse with a drink in one hand and the other hanging onto a belt loop. He looked so hot in plain clothes that I wanted to go over and offer myself to him. But his mysterious, sexy air had everyone else drooling over him, so I thought that I didn't stand a chance.
The night went on, and I never left Fred or the dance floor, despite how much I wanted to. But the sticky floor and cloud of smoke were starting to annoy, and the sweat was making my clothes cling impossibly closer to my body. "Fred, I've got to get some air!" I shouted over music so loud that the walls vibrated.
"Huh?"
Using hand signals, I repeated, "I need air! I'll be right back!" Before he could reach for me and convince me to stay, I moved through the crowd as best I could. I bumped into one person, only to be knocked into another, and then another. After a few moments, I finally cleared the crowd only to be pushed into the sexy stranger's chest. His hands were on my arms, having dropped his drink when he saw me stumbling into him.
"S-sorry," I murmured, my jaw hanging open. With him being at least five inches taller than me, it's a little awkward to look up at him when he was still holding me so close.
"And after watching you dance, I thought you were graceful," he smirked down at me.
My brain had stopped working as soon as he said that he saw me dancing, so the rest of his sentence was lost to me. I only know what he said now because he has often told me his side of the story of that night.
Author: Never
Pairing: Harry/Snape
Rating: R
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I'd be a much happier person...but I don't.
Warning: AU, slash, chan
Summary: After a little coaxing, Harry goes to a rave where he meets the man of his dreams. But will their age differences keep them apart?
Author's Notes: The idea suddenly dropped on me and I had to write it immediately before I forgot it, as I tend to do.
***
I remember exactly how I met him. Fred had talked me into going to a rave. I'm still not quite sure why he was there, since he was a little too old and he doesn't enjoy partying. But I'm glad that he was. He's changed my life, and he constantly tells me that I've changed his.
As we lay here together, on a blanket under the stars, I remember the first day I met him.
***
"Come on, Harry, it'll be fun," Fred told me as we walked home after school on a Friday afternoon.
"Fred, I'm not so sure. I mean, have you ever been to a rave?"
"No, and neither have you, so don't try and tell me what they're like. Harry, have you ever done anything against the rules?"
Glancing out the corner of my eye, I laughed, "You do that enough for the both of us."
Once we reached my house, he stopped to turn and look at me as sternly as he could, "Harry, you're coming. No more arguments. I'll pick you up tonight at nine." Before I could protest, he was already walking away.
***
Later that night, just as he said, Fred knocked on my door at nine, dressed in blue jeans and a tight collared shirt that only had one button fastened. He had never looked so sexy, and I had never felt so...not.
"You aren't wearing that, are you?" he asked.
After seeing his clothes, I decided that it was certainly time to change, but I had nothing to wear. I was only 16 at the time. I'd never been to clubs or gone partying, ergo, I had no partying clothes. My voice low, I replied, "I don't have anything else to wear."
"I figured as much," Fred tossed a bag at me that I hadn't noticed him carrying, "they're your size, so go on and get dressed."
Without looking in the bag, I smiled up at him, "Thanks, you're a life- saver."
***
"I hate you," I said under my breath as I walked into the rave wearing a nearly transparent white shirt and black leather pants that, according to Fred, perfectly outlined my ass. As self-conscious as I was to be at a rave, it was nothing in comparison to how I felt in those clothes. But as Fred put his arm around my waist and gathered me close, ushering me directly to the dance floor, my nervousness faded slightly.
Much to my surprise, people around me, boys and girls, watched me dance. At first I had thought that I was so out of place that they were secretly laughing at me, but after I caught a clear look of lust in the eyes of a man a few feet away, I could only grin and try to dance as erotically as I could.
I hadn't known it at the time, but that was when he first noticed me. Though, I had already noticed him standing against the wall, idly scanning the large warehouse with a drink in one hand and the other hanging onto a belt loop. He looked so hot in plain clothes that I wanted to go over and offer myself to him. But his mysterious, sexy air had everyone else drooling over him, so I thought that I didn't stand a chance.
The night went on, and I never left Fred or the dance floor, despite how much I wanted to. But the sticky floor and cloud of smoke were starting to annoy, and the sweat was making my clothes cling impossibly closer to my body. "Fred, I've got to get some air!" I shouted over music so loud that the walls vibrated.
"Huh?"
Using hand signals, I repeated, "I need air! I'll be right back!" Before he could reach for me and convince me to stay, I moved through the crowd as best I could. I bumped into one person, only to be knocked into another, and then another. After a few moments, I finally cleared the crowd only to be pushed into the sexy stranger's chest. His hands were on my arms, having dropped his drink when he saw me stumbling into him.
"S-sorry," I murmured, my jaw hanging open. With him being at least five inches taller than me, it's a little awkward to look up at him when he was still holding me so close.
"And after watching you dance, I thought you were graceful," he smirked down at me.
My brain had stopped working as soon as he said that he saw me dancing, so the rest of his sentence was lost to me. I only know what he said now because he has often told me his side of the story of that night.