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A/N : I
really am sorry for the long delay of update. I’ve returned to university at
the beginning of september and even if I just have about twenty hours of
lessons per week, I didn’t expect so many homeworks (and to have 3 hours per
day in public transports to go to university and to return back home). I can’t
tell you that I’ll be able to translate faster because it has been three months
that I want to and cannot. I’ll try, of course and I don’t know if you saw my
bio but, each time, I give you some news concerning the progression of my
translation. What I can tell you is that I’ve begun to translate the chapter 9
and that I’ll be on holiday soon (for Christmas) so I will be able to translate
more during that period :)
A big thank you for my beta reader, Ironic-humour and
a lot of kisses ;)
Tic Tac, Davolyn, Aany, Special K, Sailor_Chibi, Jane,
Hyakuhei, Devana, Torena, Lilibel, BrianDarksoul, Tsuki Kage, Anne Marie, H,
Anon : Thank you very much for your reviews. They help and
encourage me a lot ;)
Yami Star : No, I’ve
never read Yu Yu Hakusho. Thank you for your review ;)
Raven Blackfire : All the
answers to your questions will be in the next chapters ;) but don’t worry about
Hermione. It’s just what I can tell you. And for the idea which lead me to write
this fic is that each time, in every fic, I’d like to know the thoughts of
everybody… and especially Snape’s. And what Harry could do if he knew that his
potions master were dying in his desire for him. I like the idea. Lol ;)
Chapter 8 : Always think before
speaking
Snape was staring at Harry as if someone had just hit
him right in his face. Then, suddenly, a single word echoed in his head ‘What?’
“What?” he exclaimed.
Harry was mortified. How could he say that? And,
especially, why?
‘What has he
just told me? No, it’s impossible! I haven’t heard correctly. I cannot have heard correctly. No,
Potter would never say that but…but…’
“What have you
just told me, Potter?” asked Snape, slowly.
“Er- n-nothing, nothing at all” answered Harry quickly
while berating himself
greatly.
‘Oh yes, you
told me something and I WANT to hear it again.’
“Potter, I know that sometimes, your intellect fails you
but not mine and I know that you said something. I just did not hear it…”
‘Or misunderstood it… or…’
“… So, you’ll certainly be so kind
as to repeat it and answer my question” the man continued sarcastically.
Harry stayed silent, not knowing what
to say. He could have slapped himself.
‘Blimey, you’ll answer me! I want to
know!’
“Potter, for the last time, what did
you just say?”
‘If you don’t tell me, I’ll ask for a
time turner from the ministry or I’ll even steal it. I want to
know.’
“Have you lost your tongue Potter?…”
‘SAY IT TO ME!… I have to make him
respond!’
“… And yet, I believed that bravery
was the definition of every Gryffindor?! Apparently, the sorting hat decided to
place you in this House because it didn’t know where to sort you. You probably
have no qualities at all.”
Harry clenched his teeth and did exactly what Snape
wanted him to do. His provocation was rewarded when the young wizard exclaimed
in the deserted corridor, “I told you that I’ve kissed Seamus. It’s not
difficult to understand that! And he can testify very well that I haven’t lost
my tongue and that I can use it perfectly!”
The raven-haired Gryffindor was gasping
with anger and when he saw the triumphant expression in his teacher’s ebony
eyes, he insulted himself even more. But why had he responded to the
provocation of his professor?! The victorious glimmer in the man’s eyes became
suddenly blurred while his gaze clouded over.
‘Hey, I’ve succeeded! He told me! I knew
that I’d be able to get that out from him! Who’s the best? It’s Severus!
Heehee! I knew that I heard it correctly earlier!…?!!??…I heard it
right…but…?!?…but, that means that he has kissed Finnegan!!! But…HE HAS NO
RIGHT TO DO THAT!!!’
An expression of pure anger deformed
the man’s face as his rage was rising up mentally, ‘He doesn’t have any right
to kiss anyone but me! He is mine! His body is mine and his lips too!…His
lips, this mouth… I want it! When I think that someone else touched it!
Argh!!! Nobody! Nobody can touch him!…Touch him…Caress him… Mmmm, his mouth…’
The teacher’s pupils dilated slightly
and his breath became a little erratic.
‘To kiss him, I crave to do it as
well… Finnegan! Bastard! He’ll pay for that!’
“You kissed Finnegan?!” repeated Snape sharply.
Harry stayed still, listening his potions master’s
thoughts.
‘And why does he tell me this? Why to
me? Especially to me? Why does he confess me to have kissed Finne… Hep,
minute! Finnegan? But…but he’s a boy! Harry kissed a boy! Harry loves men! So
Harry’s gay! Yes! YES! Oh Merlin, thank you! I’ll be nice to my students
during a whole hour for that! Thank you!… He’s gay!’ repeated Severus inwardly
with happiness. ‘HE – IS – GAY!!!…or bi… but he kissed a boy! YES!’
Severus cleared his throat, trying to
climb down from mountain Ecstatic where he still was and spoke again, more or
less coldly, “Why are you telling me this Potter?”
‘Are you gay or bi?’
“I-I don’t know Professor. I told you that without
thinking. It came out by itself.”
Snape sniggered and Harry blushed.
“So… you kissed a young man?” asked the
teacher, insisting heavily on the last word.
‘Gay or bi? Would you be pleased if a potions master
came in your bed to teach you what the fusion
of two bodies is?’
Harry blushed even more.
‘He’s so cute when he blushes. I
wonder how red his cheeks would become if I was making love to him… Make love
with him… Mmmm. I could teach you so many things Harry, if only you knew… to
show you how the Slytherins know how to sin without
repenting and sink into a pleasure of flesh
that you have certainly never ever had.’
“I didn’t know that the Grand Potter was spending his
time snogging his roommates…
unless it is the whole school?”
‘Gay or bi? Are you a virgin ?’
“I also didn’t know that the Grand Potter has an
interest for boys… men… Would it be that girls present no attraction for you?” Snape sniggered again.
‘Gay or bi? Interested in the mature men?’
Harry was feeling his anger rising and
yet at the same time an intense desire was seizing his body. A little flame of
provocation diminished his usual discretion and reserve and he answered, “Well,
yes Professor. I’m gay…”
‘YESSSSSSS! Mmmmmm… Oh YES! Are my
wishes becoming reality? I have to buy a lotto ticket!’
“… And I’m not the type to have that sort
of relationship so we can forget the whole school. To be honest Professor, I’m
an…unexplored body, a virgin which only asks to be visited. But the childish
behaviors of the younger men annoy me and I prefer the experience and the
control of more mature men… but I don’t think that you can understand…”
“‘Asks to be visited!’ He’s a virgin!
Alleluia!” Severus was jumping with joy everywhere in his head. ‘Me! Me, I’m a
mature man! I have some experience and I can master myself… oh yes… with the
number of times that I have wanted to pounce on you… Oooh yes, I can
understand… I understand far too well… I have to give him a detention, it’s
urgent.’
“… Hearing your sarcasm, you should
be homophobic…”
Harry was laughing inwardly although
Severus was yelling desperately mentally, ‘NO! Noooo! I’m gay too! I want you!
I desire you! I’m craving you! I want to stroke your body, taste your skin,
lick your cock, take you deeply and hear you scream my name while coming!’
The young Gryffindor swallowed his
saliva with difficulty, feeling his erection hardening a little more but tried
to speak again, sarcastically, “… Y-You should find it disgusting to make love
with another man…”
‘NOOOO!’
“… But me, it’s what I want! I want a man
who desires me… craves me! I want a man to stroke my body, taste my skin, lick
my cock, take me deeply and I shall scream his name while coming!…”
‘Grrgmpfgm’
“… But that!… That Professor… You
really don’t understand!” finished Harry, aware to provoke once more the man’s
lust. But man, how much he liked that! thought the younger wizard.
‘Give him a detention Severus’ said the teacher to
himself.
“Detention Potter!” he hissed sharply.
“What?… But I didn’t say
anything! I didn’t do anything wrong, Sir!”
“Don’t dispute an order! I’m your
teacher and when I decide to give someone a detention, there is always a reason
for it. Your behavior is unacceptable!”
‘Well done Severus!’ thought the potions
master.
“What?” rose up Harry again, totally
taken aback and angry. “You’re taking advantage of your power! You’re talking
nonsense! You…”
“There you go!” said the man, his
eyes shining with triumph. “Insolence! Now, you have your reason!”
“But…”
“Tomorrow! In my office! At eight
o’clock, Potter! Don’t be late!” he cut in, still gazing at the green eyes
while his own were blazing. “Now, go back to your common room. The curfew won’t
delay and I presume that you wouldn’t want me to take some points from
Gryffindor.”
And with these last words, Snape
turned his heels, thinking, “Oh yes! You’re too smart my Severus! He’s gay,
loves mature men, a virgin searching an affair and… he will be alone
with you tomorrow evening in your dark office…’ In his head, Severus burst into
evil and excited laugher.
OOOoooOOOoooOOOoooOOO
The day after, in the afternoon
“Brat! Give me those immediately!” was screaming Argus
Filch hysterically in the corridor adjacent to the one where Harry was.
“But why Mister Filch? It’s not forbidden to show some
pictures to friends. Plus, you were so cute in this dress… it would be a pity
not to exhibit them! Sequins suit you, really! They light up your complexion, unless it’s because you’re
truly photogenic…”
The caretaker let out another furious
yell and moved to pounce upon the students to catch the photographs.
“Have you ever thought of a career as
a model?”
“You’ll be punished! All of you! I’ll
get out again the good old instruments. In past times, they were tried and
tested and they brought to heel more than one pupil stronger than you…”
“In times past, Filch? At what era
were you born? Have you met some dinosaurs?” said a sixth year, giving the
pictures to one of his friends to save them from the squib.
“You will regret having done that!
You will… PEEEEEEEEVES!!!” he screamed, the dribble at his lips.
Attracted by the noise and,
especially, by the sight of his favorite caretaker, the poltergeist actually
had taken the photographs and maintained itself high enough to be out of reach
from Filch. Peeves was giggling, seeing the images of the man who was dressed
like a drag queen with his bright red shoes which had heels that measured at
least thirty centimeters. The caretaker had put on his make-up very heavily and
had long, false lashes.
“PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVES!” he continued
to blare, running after the poltergeist which was flying quickly around showing
the photos to everybody.
Draco Malfoy succeeded to avoid the
collision between himself and Filch and, shaking his head, he continued his way
and emerged in the corridor where his nemesis was putting in his bag the books
he had borrowed from the library.
‘Well, well, well, look at who is
here’ said Malfoy in his head. His contemptuous tone was echoing in Harry’s own
and was proving how much the blond’s spite was still present. And, apparently,
he had fed it even more since their last altercation.
“Potty, one would wonder why you persist
upon reading books when we know that they are useless to you. An ignorant will
always stay an ignorant if the brain doesn’t follow.”
Harry gritted his teeth and replied
coldly, “Are you speaking from personal experience, ferret?”
Draco’s cheeks flushed and he scowled
at his enemy. “You think that you’re so intelligent! Better than everyone
else…”
“It’s you who tells me this Mister
Arrogant Malfoy? It’s ironic!”
‘I’ thought Crabbe.
‘D’ said Goyle to himself.
Draco, who was fuming, pursed his lips
and glared at the Boy-who-lived in the same time that he was approaching him
dangerously. Now, they were only about ten centimeters from each other and they
were eyeing each other scornfully.
“I am certainly less arrogant, than
you Potty” hissed the Slytherin furiously. “Mister I’m-the-best and his
celebrity! The favorite of Dumbledore and of the other professors… save Snape
of course.” The corner of his mouth rose up in a smirk whereas Harry was
thinking, ‘If he knew!’
‘… wanted’ said Crabbe inwardly.
‘R’ thought Goyle.
“As you see, some people know what your
true value is Potter! And if I need be more precise,” continued Draco,
approaching so much now that their torsos were touching. “it would mean that
the only thing that you deserve is to be squashed under my sole. Do you
understand Potty or your brain is so slow that it can’t assimilate anything
that I have just said?”
‘… say’ continued Crabbe mentally.
‘A’ continued also Gregory in the
soft silence of his head.
‘… something’ thought Crabbe.
“Concerning the slowness of brains,
ferret, I think that you’re badly served. And I also think that you’ve left
your mark on your dear friends” answered Harry, watching at the two other
Slytherins before paying attention to Draco again. “I don’t think that there is
need to add anything…”
‘C’
‘… but’ said Crabbe for himself.
“I’m worth far more than you Potty
and it will never change. Don’t forget that you’re just a half blood! Besides,
I wonder why I persist in talking to you. My great compassion perhaps.”
Harry sniggered but the blond
continued, “Anyway, I have nothing to prove. Some wizards are maybe blind but
they’ll finally see, one day, the only one of both of us who is the…”
“Son of an ex-Death eater?” suggested
Harry.
‘Bastard!’ thought Draco with hate.
“Leave my father out of this Potter!…”
“And why? The last time, you insulted
my mother!” cut in the raven-haired boy, icily.
“But my father was not a Mudbl…”
exclaimed the Slytherin.
“Na, he was a Death eater!” said
Harry who was feeling his blood boiling.
‘O’
‘I’ve’ continued Crabbe in his head.
“You see only this Potter! You just see
my father! But you know nothing and anyhow, you’ve never wanted to know! Since
the first time when I wanted to shake your hand at the beginning of our first
year! You had already labeled me! A future Death Eater! And look at who I am
now! I refused to become one of them but you don’t care! You don’t care Potty
and you still consider me to be like my father but I hate my father! And even
now that he’s dead, I still hate him so do not come to me to speak about him
and do not compare him with me! Ever!”
Harry was completely stunned by his
enemy’s statement and was so taken aback that he couldn’t think of anything to
answer. But it was already too late. Because Draco didn’t expect one.
It was the first time that he was
seeing the Slytherin like this and, especially, it was the first time that
Harry could hear so much emotion in his voice and see it in his eyes. He felt a
wave of unwanted guiltiness invade him and tightened his fists.
“Dra-” said Goyle.
‘… forgotten’ finished Crabbe
inwardly.
“-co” called Goyle but the young and
furious blond was already far away.
OOOoooOOOoooOOOoooOOO
During diner, Harry couldn’t help
thinking about Malfoy’s words. Yet, he had felt the possessive looks of Seamus
and his desperate attempts to try and speak with him but the raven-haired young
man couldn’t concentrate on anyone but Draco…and his unusual…weird words. He
still was thinking at them now, while walking slowly towards the dungeons.
‘I have the right to wear it… I have the right to! Who
would be able to see it anyway? Nobody, so it’s OK! But if someone see it…’
Harry turned himself suddenly,
dumbfounded, and discovered a seventh year Slytherin who he had seen the day
before. What did he hide?
‘… If you’re happy and you know it,
clap your hands. If you’re happy and you know it and you really want to show
it, if you’re haaaaaaaahhhh! Nooooo! Don’t want this song! I’m fed up with
this! Grrrrrr!’
‘Oh my God, I shouldn’t have eaten so
much…’
‘Never thought I would see the day!
Snape has washed his hair! He washes his hair now! I can’t believe it! There’s
something which is not normal in this school!…And the clothes that he was
wearing…’
Snape? Harry opened his eyes widely. He
had washed his hair? For what?… Or rather…for whom? The young Gryffindor had
never seen his potions master’s hair other than greasy so he began to feel his
throat tighten. It was with him that Snape would spend his evening…for his
detention. Harry felt, then, his hands beginning to shake.
‘And Alastor who wanted to make me
believe that it was Fawkes which was eating my candies, leaving a lemon drop go
past from its nozzle… If he believes that he can fool me so easily!… But I’m
sure that he’s the robber…’
“Hello Harry!”
“Hello Professor!” answered the young man while the Headmaster was passing him.
‘I wonder if she has a crush on me.
Those glances that she gives me sometimes…’
‘At the next match, we’ll kill them!
We’re too quick for them!’
Harry looked at the captain of the
Slytherin Quidditch team who glanced at him with disdain before continuing on
his way.
‘It’s what he believes’ thought Harry.
‘Oh my God the shaaaame!!! Yet, I’m
young, in top form! So why! Yet I was so excited! Why it doesn’t work this
time! She’s told me that it wasn’t important but all the same… Shall I begin to
take the muggle viagra?… Oh the shaaaame !!!’
‘I wonder how does he do to be able to touch his nose
with his tongue!!!’
‘With twelve galleons, I’ll be able to take out her in
her restaurant and buy her a beautiful present for her birthday. She’ll be
happy…’
‘Shit! I messed
up! I just wanted to tell her something romantic! But I panicked…Shit! I
understand why she slapped me…’
Harry was wondering what the young
Hufflepuff said to his girlfriend to earn a slap but he didn’t hear more of the
boy’s thoughts. Harry emerged to an other staircase and climbed down. He went
deeper into the basements of the castle and the corridors became more and more
dark and deserted. Soon, he found himself alone in a long, weakly lit corridor
which brought him to the heavy wooden door of his potions master’s office. He
knocked on it and waited no longer.
“Enter!” said a voice with hot and welcoming? inflections.
The young Gryffindor opened the door
and froze.
A soft but shining light illuminated
the small room, thanks to the numerous candles which were giving off a spice
and languorous perfume. A light song could be heard and Snape was standing,
still, in the middle of his office, twisting his hands nervously
while trying to keep his face impassive. He
didn’t know that his effort was useless seeing that Harry could read his mind
like in an open book. And what the young wizard was deciphering now left him
flabbergasted.
Harry felt his eyes widen while only
one sentence was echoing in his emptied head, ‘Blimey! He wants to seduce me!’
TBC
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Next
chapter : Title : The
detention
Snape
will ask Harry to do something unexpected for both of them. Snape will pay the
price of this… so does Harry!
Dumbledore
will continue his investigation to know who is the robber of his so precious
candies. Lol.
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