The Boy Who Never Was

by EvilMooCow

A drabble exploring the relationship of Severus Snape and The-Boy-Who-Lived. SLASH.

The-Boy-Who-Never-Was

EvilMooCow

You always look at me.

What do you see?

You once said you're the only one that sees the real me. I had told you so an infinity of times. But do you really?

You brush the quill against your too pale skin and smile a slow, feral smile. Next, you will call me over in your velvet voice and beckon me to sit at your feet. Ah, your dream has come true – The Great Harry Potter at your feet.

Then you will run gentle fingers through my hair and lean down for a kiss. You'd run your tongue and feel the roof of my mouth and my teeth. Your tongue will retreat and mine will follow. You will bite until you draw blood. The copper taste- a familiar reassuring sensation.

You'll push my head down and unzip your pants. Your moans and gasps and insults will twist into something hungry and crude. That's the only time you are ever crude, but, even in this, you still have the simple elegance of raven hair and dark eyes.

The final gasp and your body will fall on me, smothering me with cold sweat and solid weight. You'll quickly regain control and pull my head up by my hair. You'll kiss me.

You once said you enjoy the taste of semen and blood on my tongue, in me. No, you had said it an infinity of times.

You always look at me.

What do you see?

You said you saw me. But you do not; you, like all the others, see The-Boy-Who-Lived. And I allow you to play your little games and twist me into something I never was.