There comes a time in every child's life when they are filled with such an
unceasing sense of wonder that they can do nothing to stop it. Ideas fill
their minds and notions they had, until this point, known nothing of, whirl
about in their psyche with such force that they are driven to do things
that they never would have deemed possible.
For Harry Potter this came in his final year at Hogwarts during the final months. It hit without warning and the impact was so sudden that it took a full day before he realised he had been hit at all. When it occurred, the world seemed to stand still.
************************************* 'Harry? Mate? What's wrong?' Ronald Weasley, the second to last of that generation, asked.
Harry Potter straightened himself from where he stood in the Great Hall and shook his head as if to clear himself of such a notion. It was preposterous, it was inconceivable, it was erotic.
'I-I've got to go, I'll...er...I'll see you later,' his voice was despondent and distant.
With that, he fled. Along the stone corridor, down the stairs and into gradually increasing darkness. It seemed that a new being had taken over his body and was pumping his muscles while his mind screamed out the faults in his notion for there were many.
He did not cease in his tireless gate until he arrived where his mind had led him. In shock he did not realise what it was that he was doing until it was too late and his fist had hit upon the door. How he knew that this was the right door, he would fathom for the rest of his life for never in all his years at Hogwarts had Harry Potter had reason to come this way.
Though it really wasn't until the door opened, revealing a man in a white shirt drawn up to the elbows and tailored pants, that Potter really realised what he was doing. Of course by then, his mind and body were two separate things and the mind was having nothing to do with the situation he had gotten himself in. For it was indeed a situation more perilous than the times he had landed himself in danger before.
'What do you want Potter?' the Potions Master's voice could cut through ice if he allowed it.
'Take me as your lover,' he said in a desperate tone, his eyes wild.
Severus Snape was no fool nor was he stupid. In fact, if one were to suggest that he was stupid or a fool, one would very likely never see another day. So when Harry Potter showed up on his doorstep demanding he take the boy as his lover, he was immediately clued into the fact that it was the last month of school and Potter was very likely playing some ill- thought out joke conjured by his gang of rag-tag friends.
'What do you take me for? A blithering idiot Potter? Go taunt some other with your mindless jokes,' he turned to go back to his work.
'Please, Professor, sir, it isn't a joke.'
'Indeed,' would the boy not let him alone?
Severus Snape was halted from entering his own chambers by a persistent hand on his arm. The grasp of the fingers spoke volumes more than words did. They spoke of confusion and desperation, neither were emotions Severus held in high regard.
'Remove your hand from my arm Potter or I will do so for you.'
'Please, sir.'
'Please what? Cater to your sexual needs Potter? I'm not interested, find some one else.'
The boy left.
A/N: yeah, yeah, this is a short chapter but w/e. I'm just glad that I wrote something. Reviews, by the way, are greatly appreciated. If you want me to continue that is.
For Harry Potter this came in his final year at Hogwarts during the final months. It hit without warning and the impact was so sudden that it took a full day before he realised he had been hit at all. When it occurred, the world seemed to stand still.
************************************* 'Harry? Mate? What's wrong?' Ronald Weasley, the second to last of that generation, asked.
Harry Potter straightened himself from where he stood in the Great Hall and shook his head as if to clear himself of such a notion. It was preposterous, it was inconceivable, it was erotic.
'I-I've got to go, I'll...er...I'll see you later,' his voice was despondent and distant.
With that, he fled. Along the stone corridor, down the stairs and into gradually increasing darkness. It seemed that a new being had taken over his body and was pumping his muscles while his mind screamed out the faults in his notion for there were many.
He did not cease in his tireless gate until he arrived where his mind had led him. In shock he did not realise what it was that he was doing until it was too late and his fist had hit upon the door. How he knew that this was the right door, he would fathom for the rest of his life for never in all his years at Hogwarts had Harry Potter had reason to come this way.
Though it really wasn't until the door opened, revealing a man in a white shirt drawn up to the elbows and tailored pants, that Potter really realised what he was doing. Of course by then, his mind and body were two separate things and the mind was having nothing to do with the situation he had gotten himself in. For it was indeed a situation more perilous than the times he had landed himself in danger before.
'What do you want Potter?' the Potions Master's voice could cut through ice if he allowed it.
'Take me as your lover,' he said in a desperate tone, his eyes wild.
Severus Snape was no fool nor was he stupid. In fact, if one were to suggest that he was stupid or a fool, one would very likely never see another day. So when Harry Potter showed up on his doorstep demanding he take the boy as his lover, he was immediately clued into the fact that it was the last month of school and Potter was very likely playing some ill- thought out joke conjured by his gang of rag-tag friends.
'What do you take me for? A blithering idiot Potter? Go taunt some other with your mindless jokes,' he turned to go back to his work.
'Please, Professor, sir, it isn't a joke.'
'Indeed,' would the boy not let him alone?
Severus Snape was halted from entering his own chambers by a persistent hand on his arm. The grasp of the fingers spoke volumes more than words did. They spoke of confusion and desperation, neither were emotions Severus held in high regard.
'Remove your hand from my arm Potter or I will do so for you.'
'Please, sir.'
'Please what? Cater to your sexual needs Potter? I'm not interested, find some one else.'
The boy left.
A/N: yeah, yeah, this is a short chapter but w/e. I'm just glad that I wrote something. Reviews, by the way, are greatly appreciated. If you want me to continue that is.