pre_raphaelite1 (pre_raphaelite1) wrote in hp_april_fools, @ 2010-04-08 20:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2010, crossdressing, drinking, exhibitionism, harry/luna, illustrated poem, snape, voyeurism |
April Fools, alisanne!
Title: Damn The Man!
Recipient: alisanne
Creator: tincat
Format: Illustrated Poem!
Pairings/Characters: Harry/Luna, Snape
Rating: PG-13
Warnings/Kinks: Drinking, hand job against a wall in a club, voyeurism, exhibitionism, Harry in a skirt and boots, very tenuous connection of title to content (I tried, I really did! They wanted it to go this way, though, and I couldn't stop them), terrible art (for serious, it is photoshopped Barbies, I'm so sorry, I just can't draw at all), not canon
Summary: Harry and Luna go to a (probably goth) club and get a little over excited, someone gets to watch.
Artist's Notes: Well I've never done anything like this before! I tried really hard to get the kinks in and still avoid your squicks, and I think I've pulled it off - I like ambiguous endings, so that was a challenge, but hopefully it's concrete and happy enough for your liking. I so hope you like it! I apologise for the quality of the art because, well, I'm a terrible terrible artist, but hopefully the poem makes up for it. Harry and Luna are of age.
His look asks if she's sure about this
And she tilts her head
Curious that after all this time
He still wonders about her schemes.
She's always thinking up
Some new madness;
Who could forget her lion hat?
Her steadfast belief in the extraordinary,
Extreme even for wizards?
This is hardly surprising,
Except maybe the clothes.
She holds out her hand
He takes it helplessly,
Terrified and exhilarated,
But trusting her,
As he has since Sirius,
Knowing that this is about
Far far more than simply
Bucking the system.
(She wonders if he will like it,
Will appreciate the effort,
Will it backfire?
Satisfy herself first, though,
And her boy looks so good.)
It's not even that short,
The skirt,
Black satin hitting him mid-thigh,
Leaving an inch of pale skin above the boots
Not leather, of course,
She's on another vegetarian kick.
But black and shiny,
Encasing his legs from toe to thigh.
Matching her gloves and dress,
Fishnet stockings, smoky eyes,
So different from her usual look:
Floaty robes, radish earings.
Are they really doing this?
Defying society?
Yet another step into depravity.
She flicks her wand,
They twist on the spot,
Vanish into the night.
The Muggle club has a throbbing beat,
Dim, sweaty, full of steam,
Her hair glows in the darkness,
His skin shines against the black.
They drink, they dance,
Spinning through the smoke
She's laughing with him,
Both high, knowing what comes next.
They're safe here, anonymous, or nearly,
Anything is possible.
Breathless, feigning exhaustion,
Leaning against a wall,
Her gloved hand strokes that inch of skin
Slides up his thigh
Under his skirt;
He can't really claim to be surprised.
His heart races, and she shifts
Moving in front of him,
Gazing into his eyes as she teases him
Stroking his cock till he moans,
Lost in the music.
(They pretend not to see the third figure
Sallow face, hooked nose,
Staring at them, eyes wide
Desperate with lust,
Silently egging them on.)
Harry's head tips back,
He scrabbles for support,
Pushes his hips into her hand,
She leans in, kisses his neck,
Whispers in his ear.
She knows he loves being watched.
(There is a thrill to it being him,
Hated for so long, accepted now,
Forgiven, redeemed,
But never part of their union,
Not directly.)
They hold each other,
He rocks into her in completion.
So still for a moment,
Hearts hammering in tandem.
Holding hands, tight
Dancing from the club,
Twisting in the air once more
To collapse in their home.
Giggling
They peel the clothing off each other,
Save the boots and gloves
Private now, but the night just begun.
(And Snape, in the club,
Delighted at the sight
His two former pupils, so daring,
So carefree, now.
Still shocked at his response,
But it's not the first time.
Luna, of course, indulges him,
Odd girl,
Accepting, gentle, understanding.
He suspects that Potter goes along
For her sake.
Redeemed now, forgiven.
But years of cruelty cannot be forgotten.
Does he enjoy it?
His old adversary and new ally?
Perhaps, but no matter.
He gets to watch, they get to show.)
All go to their homes at the start of the night,
Thrilled, satisfied, happy,
Finishing the act of lust, love, need,
Till the next rendezvous, when all
Starts again.