Warnings: This is non-graphic slash. HP/SS. Discusses to sexual situations both het and not.
Authors Notes: Yeah, this isn't my best. I wasn't even planning on writing it, so the bulk of it was pulled out of my bum last minute. I'm posting this as a test piece, just like I did at It's a Harry monologue, one-shot type of thing.
They're at it again. I don't know if I can stand it anymore it's so sickening. They are supposed to be ignoring me so why will they not go somewhere else to swap bodily fluids. You would think that in the dorm at least they would use silencing charms for the sake of the other boys. I swear they follow me just to show off. My ex-best friends showing how happy they are with each other, without me. They're all over each other, trying to get a head start on breaking Molly and Arthur's record. For the world to hear and see no less, just to show me that they don't need me anymore. Just to show how much they enjoy life since we've separated.
It may sound arrogant of me to say that their actions are all for the benefit of my harm, but I can see the looks they give me during their make-out sessions, or how much louder they are during sex when they know I'm in the room
Really, I would find it amusing if I didn't find it absolutely repulsive at the same time, because all of their efforts are in vain. I could not care one ounce less if I had never known them. I have everything that I need. I have real love, not the pale imitation given to me for their attraction to my fame, and a stable family, or at least the start of one, instead of a bunch of cowards who will drop me at the first wisp of a rumor that might damage my image. Yes, everything I need, all stemming from the relationship with the man who, unintentionally, started the final separation between my pseudo-friends and I. It was no real loss, their mock care for true love.
I don't care about them because I have him, my savior, the Man-Who-Kept-Me-Living. He was the one there when I was about to break down from the pressure of my destiny. He was the one there helping me train for the final battle. He was the one there taking me to the hospital wing after I had defeated Voldemort. He is the one who keeps me sane when my life invariably heads down a new depressing avenue. The thought of sneaking out after curfew again and having my lover, my savior, my teacher, Professor Severus Salazar Snape, bugger me 'till I can't remember my name will drown out the sound, smell, and thought of any of their sordid "lovemaking". Probably feel a hell of a lot better than their inexperienced hormonal fumbling as well.