LOVE AMID VERITASERUM
CHAPTER ONE: Strawberry shampoo and sausages
Hogwarts, Harry reflected at breakfast in the Great Hall, was dull to him now. The charms of charms had vanished as had the transfiguring power of transfiguration. He pondered further on these feelings of antipathy towards the castle. Something else he had held dear had also lost its allure this year.
Women.
Breasts no longer amused him, they only reminded him of raw chicken. Unfortunately for Harry, he was a vegetarian. Since becoming a vegetarian, the only thing that had tempted him back to meat-eating was the sight of a sausage.
He watched as Ron slowly slid one of them into his mouth, marvelling at the firm, packed nature of the meat. However, his daydream was suddenly taken away from him when Ron exclaimed, "Blimey! This bangers and mash is well hot."
Harry tried to return to his daydream, and ignore Ginny who was busily thrusting her breasts in his direction. Since he was no longer sexually attracted to women, he hated them. Hermione's shrewish tones pierced him now that he could no longer idly enjoy the thought of fucking her. This was quite natural, normal and not psychopathic.
But again, he was distracted from his daydream by a piercing gaze which made him squirm like a wiggly worm in his seat. He looked up.
He heard it before he even saw it. The swooshing billowing of the silk robes sounded like music to his ears. The scent of that freshly shampooed raven hair teased his nostrils like a good dinner. The dominating footsteps grabbed his attention, and then his eyes met the man's. Professor Snape's.
"Good morning, Potter." Harry, who had once dreaded it, now loved the hate and disgust in Snape's voice as he drawled his name. He found he had stopped breathing.
"Morning."
"Perhaps I'll see you in Potions." Harry could tell he had just stopped himself from adding, "You dunderhead." He wished he hadn't.
"Perhaps I will. It's on the timetable for today."
"I see."
"Yes."
Snape billowed away and Harry found that his palms were so sweaty that when he picked up his sausage it slipped out of his hand and hit Ron in the eye. Was it a sign of what was to come?