You Can't Always Get What You Want
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A Stones title this time –wonders never cease. I'm a Beatles girl after all, but this seems quite fitting. I would have quoted the title further, which would be even more fitting, but I'm not too sure about the words:-)
This was lying around for at least half a year, if not longer. It is one of my sequels to the Bike Incident described in . It didn't fascinate me enough to stay on track all this time, but I returned to it because I needed some release from my German stuff. I reread it and touched it up a bit and finished it. I am sure, I robbed the initial scene from someone, but I can't remember from whom. Whoever it is, thank you:-) There are of course references to other Rickman roles, I'd call that robbery too, but they are part of my nature, so I can't.
So here they go again: Severus Snape/Harry Potter, slash, NC-17, Harry's POV (I don't know, I grow fonder and fonder of the boy, it's a disgrace!). You have been warned! Don't bring your parents up against me, I don't own anything and I'm older than they are, anyway, I presume:-) And taller! And weirder... And I know spells! Ahem...
Enjoy!
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„Sod off".
Harry shivered. That voice did things to him, unmentionable. Well, not to mention here, on Hogwarts grounds, in the public, with all his friends looking on. The face of Ron was remarkable enough as it was, watching his best friend knocking on the door of the hated Potions master's study. If Ron knew how Harry felt, he would surely have an aneurysm.
Or perhaps not. It shouldn't come as a surprise to Ron that the voice of Snape lifted him up.
Harry grinned. "Please Professor, I have to talk to you. It is about my exams." He heard a snort out of the office and saw Hermione looking pleased if unbelieving. Well, he couldn't do anything about that. He just heaved his shoulders looking at his friends and back at the closed door.
He could hear Seamus giggle. Pity. Seamus never was one to understand. So much the better for him.
The door bounced open with violent flashes of lilac making a halo around it. "Potter", growled the voice of Professor Severus Snape. "Come in before you present even more of a spectacle than you have already done. I know you love to be the attention centre of everybody, but don't you dare use me for satisfying your silly passions."
Harry grinned. He was quite good in his predictions of the Potions master's actions and thoughts. He took a last look at his class mates and entered the lion's den. The door closed behind him with not so much as the tiniest sound. But the sparks protruding from the room told the story just a well. Harry was locked in that room and wouldn't get out unless the teacher wanted him to.
Seamus and Ron took glances at each other quite in discomfort. "Well", said Seamus shrugging rather uneasily, "Harry knows what he does, usually, doesn't he?"
Ron looked as if about to utter something monstrous and decided otherwise in the last possible moment. "Yes", he said hesitatingly. "Or if he doesn't, he copes at least with the results of his actions." "Yes", said Fred, or George, coming by on the way to the Quidditch field. "Don't worry, he is the boy who lived, after all, or is he? And if Snape kills him, that'll surely get him sacked, which would be a good thing."
"George", exclaimed Hermione full of moralistic outrage. "How can you!" The twin blinked. "Don't get your knickers in a twist, Hermione", he said, carefully avoiding eye contact with the boyfriend of the girl whose name came over his tongue like a spectacularly bad tasting bean. "I didn't say I would like Harry to get killed. He's a darn good Quidditch player after all."
Ron visibly hesitated to put his arm around the shoulders of Hermione. She shot him a hurt glance. "Hermione", he began awkwardly. "Don't 'Hermione' me", she cried. "It's your friend as well as mine, but you renounce him in favour of your idiotic, prank-loving brother. Harry must be mad to get into Snape's room. If he wants help with his homework, he could have asked me. He always does."
Ron gulped. He was about to say something, when his older brother padded him on the shoulder, planted a loud smack on Hermione's forehead and left with the enigmatic words: "Well, there are some things on earth that you don't know, Hermione. Ask Ron. Perhaps he'll teach you. And I'm Fred, just for the record."
Hermione looked at Ron with the big question mark on her face that was usual for Ron.
Ronald Weasley, for once on the side of lesser ignorance and not wanting to be, just heaved his shoulders and looked like a lost puppy. That did it. Hermione shrugged her shoulders, stuck her nose in the air, and off she went in a hurry with righteous indignation. Really, those boys were too slow for words! Ron followed after a while, contemplating on just how he could make Hermione notice certain things that weren't exactly in the books. That would make - things - a whole lot easier.