On a thorough and angry morning, Harry sat across the desk. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His mouth ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Snape to love someone with a hot arse?
Nastily, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a tender wet quill, all on a summer's day. I wish my Snape would push me, in his own vicious way..."
"Do you?" Snape sat down beside Harry and put his hand on Harry's cock. "I think that could be arranged."
Harry gasped quickly. "But what about my hot arse?"
"I like it," Snape said surely. "I think it's glittering."
They came together and their kiss was like a fire that consumed him, Snape's body hot against his.
"I love you," Harry said steadily.
"I love you too," Snape replied and rode him.
They bought a billywig, moved in together, and lived hesitantly ever after.
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Drabbler's Note: Glittering arse! Billywig! ROFL. Oh, I love you for this, Hal.
Holy @*#*!(&!!! THIS IS TEH CRACK.
On a thorough and angry morning, Harry sat across the desk. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His mouth ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Snape to love someone with a hot arse?
Nastily, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a tender wet quill, all on a summer's day. I wish my Snape would push me, in his own vicious way..."
"Do you?" Snape sat down beside Harry and put his hand on Harry's cock. "I think that could be arranged."
Harry gasped quickly. "But what about my hot arse?"
"I like it," Snape said surely. "I think it's glittering."
They came together and their kiss was like a fire that consumed him, Snape's body hot against his.
"I love you," Harry said steadily.
"I love you too," Snape replied and rode him.
They bought a billywig, moved in together, and lived hesitantly ever after.
* * *
Drabbler's Note: Glittering arse! Billywig! ROFL. Oh, I love you for this, Hal.