unbroken_halo (unbroken_halo) wrote in pornicators, @ 2004-12-20 02:30:00 |
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Original poster: pitchblackrose
Title: 'Not Applicable'
Author/Artist: pitchblackrose
Pairings: Harry/Snape
Rating: Very barely NC-17
Challenge: (If it's in response to a challenge) - snapesdarklings homeless bunny
Notes: As snakeling posted her response, I realised that something only 500 words was just the thing to do inbetween reading litterary theory. So, let's assume that the bunny had a twin ;)
Long fingers, wound tightly around the grimy pole, caught his attention first. Then the boots, digging into the floor, effectively keeping the chair in place in spite of the wild movements of the bus. The familiar face was alight with disgust. The eyes were alert, the thin mouth showed a determination of suffering the disgrace of the transportation with as much dignity as possible.
Yes, Severus Snape looked quite out of place on the Knight Bus in Harry Potter’s humble opinion.
He took another peek. This was most curious. Usually only squibs, children and old people travelled with the Knight Bus. As a general rule, people chose alternative modes of travelling whenever possible.
What the hell was Snape doing here? Perhaps he was hiding? In the most unlikely place imaginable? Or perhaps he had a meeting here, for the very same reasons? Yes, that actually sounded plausible. No one would recognise him here. Snape was infamous in rather different circles.
But whom? Snape wouldn’t have political meetings on a bus. Would he? No, Harry dismissed the idea. This had to be a personal meeting.
He gasped as it struck him. Snape was meeting a lover! Here, on the third floor of the Knight Bus, where there was no registry of guests, no floo network to monitor and no apparation wards. Add to that the fact that in less than an hour the chairs would turn into beds. Harry blushed.
Even Harry knew that it was common practise for people to... copulate during long drives. No one asked any questions about it - but had been a small article about it in the Prophet a few years back. Due to popular demand, curtains had been added to the beds in the bus. As was to be expected, there had also been a strong movement against it. Harry could remember Hagrid regretfully muttering something about “a part of the charm...”
Harry glanced at Snape again. Who was he meeting?
A man. It had to be. Why else the secrecy?
Quite unexpectedly, a picture popped up in his mind. Snape’s long legs, wound around a slender waist.
His eyes flew open and guiltily darted back to Snape’s austere face. To no avail. In his mind he could see Snape’s hair fanned over a grimy pillow, his face twisted in passion. He could see Snape’s hands, gripping narrow hips while sliding into a pliant body. Snape’s prick, glistening with…
God! Snape? Why wasn’t he disgusted with the thought of him in bed? The thought of him naked? Why was he wondering how his collarbone looked like, damp with sweat?
Why was he now, for the first time, wondering how another man tasted? How Snape tasted?
His cheeks were burning and erection was straining against his trousers. He didn’t dare touch it.