Thanks immensely to DeMoN tAiNtEd (this story is in response to her challenge...besides her stories are very, very tasty and she leaves nice reviews!)
Also thanks to all who have reviewed so far: Psymon Obsidian The Dark Queen (more), j (Yes, yes, it's sick! I know...grins), kleinmeli (I fainted too...really.), Gryphnwng (Yay, blubberous mass!), Starlit (Yes, sick...), barbarataku (How does one puke and laugh at the same time, eh?), A Fallen Angel in Blue (Interesting and very, very disgusting? Scared for life? Wow...I feel proud!), Hakkai - Gojyo - Goku - Sanzo (more), Chibidaima (funny?...wait till you see what else is in store for it! Later, not yet..), Madame-X (Good SSHP? Hmmm...I usually read HPDM, actually I've only ever read 3 SSHP fics and that was due to mia best friend's insistence...they were great though. Hopefully, this will eventually spiral into something you'd consider good!), Rhiane Raine (Yes, yes, I titled the song wrong...thanks! I'll eventually fix it, I swear!) TonyK (You think you're going to hurl? I have to write it! giggle)
Did I forget anyone? Mou, I hope not!
Warnings: Slash (HPSS, SSDD...ohy), Don't own anything from HP series!
Wow...I was very talkative little totchii, wasn't I? Okay, okay, one last spiel and then I'll start the story! And I shall attempt to make this chapter longer and have things happen in it...also I must try to cut down on those Dudley/Sevvie scenes...they don't make my head happy. Please feel free to leave comments, reviews, and complaints!
Last words: Korr, you've got weasels on your face! And...I swear to all the jimmies in your kingdom, that I will write your story...eventually!
Something Wholly Unpredictable...(part 3)
Harry sighed as he laid down on his uncomfortably hard bed. His life really wasn't a pleasant one, come to think of it, it never had been, but it seemed that it only got worse.
It was bad enough that he had to live out most of his childhood as a slave in a literal cupboard with only the barest of necessities, but now, Snape, his most hated teacher was there to witness it all.
Harry sighed again. Yes, his life really was unbearable. And yes, it was especially unbearable due to Snape's ever-present nature. He was always there.
And really, it wasn't that Snape even did anything to him. In fact Snape hadn't even spoken to him since that first morning at the door.
But maybe that was the problem. If there was one thing Harry couldn't stand, it was waiting. And, currently, he was waiting, waiting for Snape to do something, say something, acknowledge him, explain his intrusion. Surely his intrusion wasn't truly due to the charms of his larger-than-life- sized cousin?
Could it be a plot of Voldermont's? Infiltrate The-Boy-Who-Lived's by any means necessary? But to what purpose? Dumbledore had already explained that Voldermont couldn't hurt him while he was under the drasted Dursleys' 'care'. Maybe Dumbledore sent Snape to protect him? Spy on him?
But...Snape wasn't even paying him any attention. He spent all his time masticating dreadful Dudley's ever-loving lips. And then began those unwanted mental images again. How it made him sick.
Understand, it didn't make him sick because they were both male, if you could consider Dudley male. Or because of the colossal age difference. Or the fact that it was happening where he was. No, what he couldn't stand was who it was: Dudley and Snape.
Dudley and Snape.
Harry would have less trouble accepting that Malfoy was completely and utterly in love with him and had deflected to the side of the light...
Or that Ron dreamed of shagged the lights out of Dobby...
Or that Voldermont spent his free singing Britney Spears songs while dancing around a shrine to the Carebears in a pink and purple spotted tutu.
But, no such luck. It was Dudley and Snape.
Snape and Dudley.
Dudley and Snape.
It couldn't be true, could it? Surely even Snape, whose mind had probably been addled by years of close encounters of the potion kind, couldn't possible be attracted to his blubberingly gruesome two ton cousin? Even if it did seem like it...
And why wouldn't Snape talk to him? I wasn't like the Professor to avoid any chance to verbally accost him, and surely he'd had ample chances so far this week.
Why was Snape avoiding him? Why was he here? And more importantly, what was he trying to hide?
Harry didn't know, but he was going to find out. And he was going to find out immediately.
Totchii: You won't find out immediately though...you have to wait. Still no action or interaction in this chapter...just Harry's looping thoughts. The confrontations are coming, really. What is Snape hiding? And why does he do those dreadful things with Dudley? And why has he yet to start snogging Harry? When does the SSHP come in, anyway? Arrgh...it's coming I swear, and the DDSS will be tuned down...really. LEAVE ME REVIEWS PLEASE! Dances
Even if it's to say how much you can't stand me...or my fic...or my cupcakes? Um...right. More later!