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Title: Lured by the Forbidden
Author: xfasciXnationx
Rating: R
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape
Genre: Romance (ack)
Archiving: ff.net. Want? Please ask.
Feedback: If you feel I'm worthy of some praise, bad enough I need some advice or made you mad enough
to flame me.
Synopsis: Primal urges invade our famous Gryffindor and favourite
Potions Professor and they 'accidentally' do things they shouldn't... but who
can resist the lure of the forbidden? OOC Snape & Harry for the most part in this.
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters etc, JKR does. I just steal them, force them to do wicked
things to keep me entertained, then lock them back safely in their books. Don't make any money, have nothing
of worth except for some HP merchandise which I will never give up!
Spoilers: None, none at all.
Warning: Contains slash. This is a male loving another male and liking it for the most part. You
don't like it, don't read it. It's really for the best.
Authors Notes: Thanks to Cheeky for being my girl and always being there
to hear me whine about stuff. Christie you're wicked, stop encouraging the
images damnit! This was inspired by Snape's rare good deeds towards Harry… and my ideas about Snape not
being all of what we're lead to believe. *gasp* He may actually have a heart... Thanks to lilypotter73
for the title idea and all of Snape's other goddesses at the 'Sexy Sensual Seductive Severus Snape Society'
(aka Snape's Fan Club), you gals are mad but I love you.
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Lured by the Forbidden 1: Potions, Daydreams & Whoops... - Written by xfasciXnationx
Harry dragged his feet down the dimly lit corridor. He knew that he shouldn't be dawdling on his way to the dungeons - it would get him a detention for sure. Snape the potions master for the whole five and a half years Harry had been at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, hated all the Gryffindors and delighted in tormenting them, especially hated Harry and his friends.
"Come on Harry, hurry up!" Hermione, one of Harry's closest friends, called over her shoulder as she almost ran (for running in the halls was against the rules and Hermione only breaks the precious rules when absolutely necessary) ahead of him. Harry half smiled miserably at the sight of Hermione trying to hurry without running with her stack of books, cauldron and knapsack, her long brown wild hair flouncing behind her.
Well she was right they were late and as Gryffindors it was far worse for them to be even a few seconds late. Harry sighed and broke into a run, his lithe athletic form catching up to Hermione easily. He saw a flash of blazing copper-red hair vanishing around the corner ahead.
"You know you're just prolonging the pain. We may as well get in there and get it over with as fast as possible." Hermione panted as they bounded down the stairs to the dungeons and Snape's classroom.
They opened the door quietly and snuck into the class as quietly as they could manage hoping against hope that Snape would not notice their late arrival. Flopping into their seats beside Ron, another of Harry's closest friends, breathing heavily trying to catch their breath, they breathed a premature sigh of relief.
"And why are you late Potter, Granger?" Snape growled out coldly without even turning to face them, as he continued to divide brightly coloured liquids into small containers.
"Ehh…" Stammered Harry desperately trying to come up with an excuse.
"Well come on Potter out with it." Snape snarled turning to fix his cold, dark eyes on the sixth year wizard.
"I… Eh… I was…" Harry's stammering was cut short by the cold sneering voice of Snape.
"Forget it Potter. You and Granger can see me after class as well. And that's another ten points from Gryffindor."
Harry glared back at Snape as he began explaining the day's potion without so much as blinking to break the eye contact he held with him. Looking away in disgust Harry focused on the blackboard at the front of the room. It was eerie looking into Snape's dark eyes like that, he couldn't find the hate and anger there like he recognised in the quiet, thick voice. What was it that he could see then, Harry wondered. This thought kept him occupied for the rest of Snape's lecture about whatever it was they were supposed to be brewing today.
Hermione elbowed Harry sharply in the side and hissed, "Here, stir this will you." handing him a wooden spoon. As Harry stirred the lightly simmering liquid he glared disdainfully at Snape again, Hermione fussing over the other potion ingredients beside him.
Harry started to notice how smooth the pale skin of Snape's face was… how it covered the finely sculptured bones. Another elbow in his side startled Harry out of his revere. He was about to protest the interruption but the words died on his lips as he noticed the looming form of Snape standing before their table. "Well Potter?"
"Uh…" Harry glanced desperately at Hermione who motioned at the bubbling cauldron. "It's doing fine Professor Snape."
"You've just earned yourself a detention Potter. Pay attention in my class or you'll find yourself expelled." Snape snarled completely unaware of Harry staring into the dark pools of his eyes, mesmerised like a lovesick puppy.
"Ohh…" Harry sighed with the whisper of an exhale as Snape turned his back in disgust. Hermione glanced away from the beetles wings she was crushing to frown at Harry gazing off into space as he had been for most of the lesson. Ron caught Hermione's eye and mouthed 'what's wrong with him' gesturing at Harry. Hermione shrugged and turned back to the potion ingredients.
Harry wondered what Professor Snape could be wearing under those long flowing black robes. If perhaps he was naked under that heavy layer of cloth. Harry's mind filled with images of tight muscles trapped under pale white skin, skin he mused that had possibly never seen the light of day. - how white and enchanting it would be.
The explicit fantasies were interrupted by Hermione poking Harry in the ribcage sharply. "What!" Harry glowered a little too harshly in his annoyance.
"Class is over." She sniffed and continued packing up her things, shoving random objects into her knapsack.
"Oh." Harry sighed, "Right, Sorry."
Harry shoved his own things into his bag and sat at his desk waiting for Snape's lecture and punishment. Several long minutes passed as the three Gryffindors waited together at their desks. Snape was clattering around at the front of the room, moving around jars and beakers with varying degrees, of liquid and animal bits, from full to empty. Harry's mind began to wander away from sense and reason again as he noticed Snape's robes shifting over his body smoothly as he moved about several metres away from him. /How smooth the body under those robes would feel beneath his hands if he were to…\
"Potter! You still can't pay attention to me. What's wrong with you boy?" Snape glared furiously at Harry, his voice barely above a whisper- yet it was perfectly clear and demanded Harry's attention with every syllable. Startled Harry looked up to find his friends gone and Snape right in front of him. "I… I'm sorry Professor… I… didn't…" The explanation died on his lips as he gazed into the endless black depths of Snape's eyes. /They were so much more enchanting up close.\
Snape seemed to be frozen in place staring back into Harry's green eyes in what could almost be described as wonder escaping through the cold mask of hate. Harry reached out a hand to run his fingers over the two ever so slightly parted lips belonging to the dark angel before him. At the feather light touch of soft, young fingertips Severus' tongue darted out to moisten his lips, swiping Harry's fingers instead. As the lips parted further in surprise the questing fingers moved past those lips chasing the pink tongue back inside the mouth. Those lips closed around the two fingers, gentle sucking intermingled with the light stroking of Severus' tongue over Harry's fingers.
Stopping abruptly Snape let the fingers slide from his mouth. Harry's hand fell away down onto the wooden desk where the two looked at it in astonishment. Seconds of uncomfortable silence stretched out between the two as they started at the ground, the walls, anything, desperate to avoid direct eye contact.
On a sweeping pass of Professor Snape's face Harry realised he had regained his usual cold aloof stare. "You've got a detention Potter. Filch will let you know where to meet him when he finds something suitable for you." Snape turned away from Harry and moved back to his desk at the front of the room. "Get out of here Potter, now!"
Harry scrambled out of his chair with a deafening scraping across the stone floor and fled from the room. He ran all the way straight up to the Gryffindor common room entrance where he panted the password to the portrait that covered it. Stumbling into the common room as the portrait swung open to admit him, he blinked sightlessly and hurried towards the stairs that would take him to the safety of his dorm room. He desperately wanted to be alone and hoped that everyone was down at lunch.
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