Severus Snape on the Astronomy Tower with a Quick Quotes Quill Title: Quick-Quotes Clichés Author:centaury_squill Character: Severus Snape Location: Astronomy Tower Object: Quick-Quotes Quill Rating: NC-17 Warnings: Implied bestiality fantasy involving 15 year old Harry. Word Count: 1,060 Author's Notes: Snape spies on a Care of Magical Creatures lesson from the top of the Astronomy Tower. The Quick-Quotes Quill provides a running commentary... and more... Thanks to G for the beta (when he stopped laughing). Any remaining mistakes are my own.
Quick-Quotes Clichés
Severus Snape was breathing heavily when he reached the top of the Astronomy Tower. But it wasn't the admittedly steep flight of steps which made his lungs labour and his heart race. It was anticipation.
A remark overheard at supper in the Great Hall had alerted Snape to the possibilities. The chance to bring that obnoxious brat Potter down a peg or two. Professor McGonagall had been arguing with Hagrid about the beasts he was planning to introduce to his Care of Magical Creatures classes. Snape hadn't paid much attention until he heard the word "Snarglegrind": then, of course, he was all ears. Because Snape knew, even if Hagrid did not, that although Snarglegrinds in captivity were normally tame, docile even, there was a certain obscure potion the merest sniff of which would drive them to wild excesses of sexual frenzy... Snape’s black eyes glittered with malice.
It hadn't taken Snape long to brew the potion - purely for research purposes, naturally. And in the fifth year Potions class that morning he had (accidentally, of course) let a few drops of it fall onto the back of Harry Potter's robes. Not enough to attract Potter's attention. But enough - more than enough! - to attract a Snarglegrind. And now here he was, on top of the Astronomy Tower, where he had a good view of the grounds around Hagrid's cabin but could not be seen himself.
Snape smirked and settled himself comfortably against the ramparts. He looked down at the toy cottage which was Hagrid's cabin. Small figures were making their way across the lawn towards it. Snape had no fear of missing any detail; he had provided himself with a powerful telescope and also intended to make a written record of events to gloat over later... he groped in an inner pocket of his robe and produced parchment and Quick-Quotes Quill. He smoothed the parchment out on top of the rampart wall and balanced the Quill upon the parchment.
His hands shaking slightly, Snape set up his telescope on its stand and focused it on the lawn outside Hagrid's cabin. The Care of Magical Creatures class were sprawled out on the grass, waiting for the lesson to begin. He swung the telescope slowly until he found the messy-haired, green-eyed youth he sought.
A curious sound, half purr half growl, floated faintly across the grass towards the Tower. Snape looked up from his telescope. Hagrid had appeared in front of his cabin; he was leading a strange-looking beast towards his students. It was a long-haired creature, the size of a large dog, shambling on shaggy legs. The assembled Gryffindors and Slytherins clambered to their feet and looked at it warily. Hagrid released the Snarglegrind and seemed to be urging his students to stroke it.
Snape's eye was now glued to the telescope. The Snarglegrind had come within range of Potter, it raised its whiskery head, it was sniffing the air...
The Quill began to write rapidly:
The slavering beast pounces on the Boy-Who-Lived and throws him to the ground, ripping away his robes to reveal the twin globes of his pert buttocks...
Snape alternated glances at the parchment with avidly staring through his telescope. Down on the lawn Hagrid was trying unsuccessfully to drag the Snarglegrind away from Harry.
The beast's claw slashes across pale skin; blood trickles slowly down the boy's buttocks. He looks like a debauched whore being flogged in a brothel for the delectation of the perverted clientèle...
Snape now had a bruise around one eye from pressing so hard against the telescope's eyepiece. He let out a deep groan. The Quill quivered and continued:
Excited by the scene of sexual debauchery being played out before him, Severus Snape tears open his robes to reveal his gigantic -
With one hand, Snape snatched the Quill away from the parchment: with the other, he seized his straining cock and began to tug on it. He bent over the telescope, to be greeted by an image which would stay with him forever:-
Hagrid, muscles straining, held the Snarglegrind a short distance from Harry, still sprawled half-naked on the ground. The Snarglegrind's huge penis had emerged from its hairy sheath and was doing its best to bridge the gap to that tempting, blood-spattered arse...
Then Hagrid succeeded in pulling the beast away completely, Ron Weasley helped Harry Potter to his feet and covered him in a spare cloak, and the show was over.
Snape swirled the Quill around the head of his cock and moaned.
The Quill whisked itself out of Snape's grasp, shook a few drops of precome from its feather, and continued writing:
Trembling with unbridled lust, Severus Snape slicks his hands with lube and wantonly pleasures himself. His fevered brain is filled with fantasies of the naked, heaving arse of the Boy-Who-Lived, being brutally ravished by -
Snape grabbed the Quill again, pushed the tip of its feather into the slit of his cock and thrust with his hips, his back braced against the parapet, his left hand still wrapped firmly round his shaft. Deep moans escaped him and he shook from head to foot. The Quill wriggled in his grasp and finally broke free again, its feather bent and battered, dripping with spunk:
Sex god Severus Snape stands proud atop the tallest tower, flaunting his magnificent erection...
the Quill slipped and skidded on the parchment
...he throws back his head and groans, his fist furiously pumping his mighty member...
a gush of ink spurted from the point of the Quill
... coming to climax with a scream, revelling in glorious orgasm, he floods the tower with his seed!!! Then slumps... down... pulls... languidly... on his... softening cock...
ahhh... cock...
urghhh...
...cock...
The Quill finally stuttered to a halt.
Severus Snape leaned bonelessly against the battlements for a long time. Hagrid's Care of Magical Creatures class had long since returned to the castle, buzzing with wild speculation. Eventually Snape retrieved his telescope from its stand and prepared to leave the Astronomy Tower. He picked up the semen-stained parchment and the Quick-Quotes Quill, now decidedly the worse for wear. The ghost of a smirk crossed his lips as he glanced at the parchment before carefully tucking it away in an inside pocket of his robes. It would provide solace for many a solitary night to come...