AN/ hope you like this story so far...

At the Tub Side
By Alan's Only
Rating-R
Pairing-LM/SS
Chapter 2

He flipped to the next page...

June 2 1978,
12:15am

Well my list didn't exactly work like I wanted it to... but my day wasn't a waste...

It was easy enough to get Crabbe and Goyle to go beat up McNeir he is in the hospital wing right now...And sense it was an inner house fight and up to our head, Crabbe and Goyle only got a detention...

The black girl was very pleased form what I could tell...she had her own level to stand by...so her answer in return to my saying yes, was just a curt nod...whatever...

After those...that is where my luck ran out...


...snicker part bird part human! What is it? Well...not even I know...face palm...
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Well...where do I begin...At first I didn't have any luck in finding a new recruit...At first... and there was no willing girls that wanted to fuck the captain of the losing Quiditch so there was no fuck...tired and a bit restless I went to track down the Snape boy... I didn't know him personally I only knew that he was the only heir to a dieing family...who were suspected to deal in the dark forbidden arts...but I didn't know first hand and I wasn't going to spread any unwanted attention over the boy...

Now I didn't know the boy, yet when I talked to one of, or should I say, his only friend, the greasy boy Greic Hornbarry, it was even rumored that Severus had lost his "inner-child" to the greasy boy...EW... the Hornbarry's were known to be in the dark arts...they practically wore it on there sleeves...

Greic looked at me as if I was going to bite his head off, yet when I asked where Severus was he got all defensive and said he didn't know, yet I knew he did so I checked his mind for a mental image and it was the boys bathroom as clear as day. I just shook my head and didn't even say good-bye as I just turned and walked away.

When I was walking to the bathroom I searched my memory for anything about this boy called Snape...Then a thought came to my mind...this was the boy every one was saying looked at me when I walked past...he was the boy that even the Slytherins, his kin, started to call Snivellus, and once that happened even the teachers started it and for the fact that "Snivellus" didn't reject to the name, too tired I guess, they continued to call him that ...started by our hated house Gryffindor...Snape was the boy every one said was 'so greasy they could polish infinite wands with his hair and still have enough to sell to the muggles to oil their Automo...something or another's...And his nose was so big and beaky it would make a toucan envious...And that his body was no more than skin, bones, and a huge brain'...But what I heard wasn't ALL bad... some of the teachers said that they were amazed by his OWL scores and they couldn't wait to see his NEWTS...He was in the top of his class in every thing except Transfiguration...don't know why though...But I still couldn't figure out why I had never heard of him... he is suppose to be in my year...well...I never have...maybe for the fact that I didn't pay attention to thing that don't concern me even...

Any way as my foot stepped close to the portrait and my mouth was about to say the password I felt a powerful spell over the room...I knew it wasn't suppose to be there...this ward made whoever said the password to enter the room think of something else they needed to do and forget about the bathroom... I cast the anti spell upon myself and a clocking spell, and entered the bathroom.

Everything looked in order...until I heard a sound come form the showers other than the water...My eyebrows furrowed at the odd sound and I walked toward the showers with quite steps. Until the steam made me stop...if I continued my school robes would become wet... So I quickly walked to the hooks were only one other set hung...Snape must be alone...I took off my outer robes and everything else safe for my black dress slacks...I walked back to the showers the steam hadn't let up one bit...Snape must be in one very hot shower...wouldn't 've brunt his skin? I thought but I only brushed that thought away...

As I breathed in the steam it cleared my lungs...But as let the breath back out it got caught in my throat when I saw the only occupant in the shower... I could only see his back but it was lean and the little indent in it lead down to a very tight firm arse. His legs were long and made up most of his height, both of his hand were on the tile in front of his and his head was down, letting the hot water pour on his head and back his skin was bright pink from the temperature of the water. His arms were nice and well sculpted...this couldn't be Severus Snape...

My prick came to life the instant my eyes had layed upon his arse and was at full salute when my eyes had finished their rounds over his body...

Sense I couldn't be seen unless I wanted to be; I took a couple more steps closer to the male. I could feel my hair start to stick to my back, my breath almost silent as I walked closer...Then the male turned so fast that my heart stopped. Or it could've been how he looked that made my heart stop...his hair was the color of raven's wings his eyes so dark and so very cold...the nose was rather big but not enough to make a bird envious...his lips were even beautify shaped...His chest and shoulders were broad and well shaped and not a hair to be found...yet for the little trail that lead form his navel downward to a very well endowed part of him...and I could even tell that he was even at half stance...his legs were even more beautiful when he turned, and the muscles in his arms were tense even...

"Who the fuck is there!" his voice hissed his eyes still wide and searching. His voice was low and dangerous and not much more than a hiss with a chill of ice.

I didn't even breath...My heart was pounding so hard I thought he might hear it... but he didn't... he sighed.

"Fuck... now it even seems that he is here with me..." The-male-that-must-be-Snape said to no one. He reached over and turned off the showerhead he was under. I breathed again. The-male-that-must-be-Snape's nostril's flared and he cursed slightingly. "I can even smell him now..." I watched him walk from the shower and I followed, though I found it partially hard to walk when the front of my pants were taking the extra slack... The-male-that-must-be-Snape walked over to his clothes yet his prick, like mine, had other ideas...it too started to grow and I watched with wide eyes as it grew longer and harder than I thought it could get...Even mine grew more, a whimper almost left my lips but I kept it back by biting my tongue. I knew my eyes must've been pitiful from the pain form my tongue and my constraining pants...But I continued to watch The-male-that-must-be-Snape.

"Not again..."he murmured as if I was a barren to have an erection...but his eyes looked somewhat hurt... "He's not here you know...no matter what my nose smells...he's not here..." The-male-that-must-be-Snape said, yet he said this he grew even more at, I guess, the thought of the male that wasn't here..."Fucking hell...I'm suppose to not want sex again...I guess Greic's spell failed..." I could hear him chuckle a sound that shock me to the core and back...what in the hell did he mean by 'Greic's spell failed...' I never knew there was a spell to make the sex drive stop...or something like that...

I walked over to my clothes, turning my back to The-male-that-must-be-Snape, and began putting on the invisible-to-anyone-but-me school robes...and I guess...when I was putting on my vest he must've fallen to his knees...but once I heard a sound I had tried to erase from my memories I turned quickly my hair spinning around me... I saw a sight that when along with that one sound...

I saw The-male-that-must-be-Snape on his knees his hand touching himself softly at first only light strokes...My eyes widen As I watched him my body as stiff a stone...my prick as hard as marble... I could even look away as he moaned as he wrapped his hand around him self and began a slow rhythm I heard him moan again...I gulped...His pace quickened and I knew what he was a bout to do just by how the muscles in his calves twitched and stranded...his hips began jerking into his hand as well, he then let out a load moan that took my own breath away. He came his seed spilling from his prick in a long arch until it stopped and his limp prick just oozed the last bit out. His chest was heaving I could see the muscles in his leg twitch...as well as the muscles in his left arm...from the vigorous movements of only a moment before. His mouth was open widely and his breath came in great gasps. His hair stuck to the almost invisible film of sweat that covered him. His eyes were closed.

I could finally breathe...

I'll be right back...Have to do something...

(AN/ there
would be a big splotch of ink of here
yet you can do that so take this as that
...an ink splotch.)

TBC

AN/ what in the world would make him leave his journal? Hummm...who knows