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Author: anyothergirl415
Rating: R
Warnings: Character!Death, Angst
Pairing: Harry/Snape (um... it was late? And this is my first Snarry ever... lol)
He fell in love with his smile. Or more over, with his glare. With the way his eyes smoldered on him, no matter what. Even if he had the right answers. Even if he said the smartest thing imaginable. Even if he was invisible.
“I know you’re there,” his voice was cold and bitter, like normal, and Harry couldn’t resist the grin that tugged on his lips. “Listen Potter… I am in no mood for your stupid childish games. So please, leave me alone.”
“Are you ever in a mood for childish games?” Harry couldn’t help voicing aloud. Something about being invisible made him brave.
And then, something incredible formed on the Potion Master’s lips, a smile. “Yes, I actually am in the mood for games sometimes.”
That was how it began.
With meetings, secret and sneaky, in halls and classrooms. At first it had been exciting. The thrill of sneaking out, of having his own thing. Something that wasn’t Ron’s or Hermione’s, just his.
And he was in love. Madly so. It made it near impossible to focus in class, his heart swelling and his body aching for the next touch. The next moment their eyes would lock and something would spark. He could never describe it but he felt it and he knew it was real. And he knew Snape had to feel the same.
And then it happened.
He could have sworn his lover had told him to meet on the third floor, that night, at precisely 11. He thought he wrote it down, even went to check his notebook, but he couldn’t find any information and even if it was later, he could wait.
His hand brushed hard wood as he moved to push open the door to an abandoned class room when he froze. There was a moan, soft and hallow and not particularly wonderful. And then another.
Another he recognized.
The door made no sound as he pushed it full open. His eyes widened as his stomach clenched and he took in the sight of Snape, over someone, a blonde. A familiar blonde. Malfoy.
“Why,” the blonde panted, “do you fuck Potter?”
“So… he’ll tell me… their secrets,” Snape groaned out.
“Is he good?” Malfoy asked, clenching his fingers around the desk edge.
“No. Not like you.” Snape gasped, standing up to slam fuck hard into the boy.
Harry felt like someone had punched him in the gut. Brutally hard. All he could think of was run. Run as fast as he could.
So he did.
And he didn’t stop until he’d reached the hallway outside the Gryffindor’s common room. Tears ran free fall from his cheeks and he turned sharply to a window, slamming his fist through it. A sob left his body as blood checkered his fingers. He was just a tool. He let himself fall and even then he wasn’t loved. He was only being used.
The glass shard was through his arms before he even knew what he had done. As his life drained from him he saw blurry images of Snape and whispered confessions of love. All lies he’d come to learn.
In the morning he was found by Hermione, who had obviously gone for an early start in the library. A gasp left her lips and when Snape was told, he hated himself more then ever. This time because the only person he’d ever loved was gone. And it was most likely his fault.
Author: anyothergirl415
Rating: R
Warnings: Character!Death, Angst
Pairing: Harry/Snape (um... it was late? And this is my first Snarry ever... lol)
He fell in love with his smile. Or more over, with his glare. With the way his eyes smoldered on him, no matter what. Even if he had the right answers. Even if he said the smartest thing imaginable. Even if he was invisible.
“I know you’re there,” his voice was cold and bitter, like normal, and Harry couldn’t resist the grin that tugged on his lips. “Listen Potter… I am in no mood for your stupid childish games. So please, leave me alone.”
“Are you ever in a mood for childish games?” Harry couldn’t help voicing aloud. Something about being invisible made him brave.
And then, something incredible formed on the Potion Master’s lips, a smile. “Yes, I actually am in the mood for games sometimes.”
That was how it began.
With meetings, secret and sneaky, in halls and classrooms. At first it had been exciting. The thrill of sneaking out, of having his own thing. Something that wasn’t Ron’s or Hermione’s, just his.
And he was in love. Madly so. It made it near impossible to focus in class, his heart swelling and his body aching for the next touch. The next moment their eyes would lock and something would spark. He could never describe it but he felt it and he knew it was real. And he knew Snape had to feel the same.
And then it happened.
He could have sworn his lover had told him to meet on the third floor, that night, at precisely 11. He thought he wrote it down, even went to check his notebook, but he couldn’t find any information and even if it was later, he could wait.
His hand brushed hard wood as he moved to push open the door to an abandoned class room when he froze. There was a moan, soft and hallow and not particularly wonderful. And then another.
Another he recognized.
The door made no sound as he pushed it full open. His eyes widened as his stomach clenched and he took in the sight of Snape, over someone, a blonde. A familiar blonde. Malfoy.
“Why,” the blonde panted, “do you fuck Potter?”
“So… he’ll tell me… their secrets,” Snape groaned out.
“Is he good?” Malfoy asked, clenching his fingers around the desk edge.
“No. Not like you.” Snape gasped, standing up to slam fuck hard into the boy.
Harry felt like someone had punched him in the gut. Brutally hard. All he could think of was run. Run as fast as he could.
So he did.
And he didn’t stop until he’d reached the hallway outside the Gryffindor’s common room. Tears ran free fall from his cheeks and he turned sharply to a window, slamming his fist through it. A sob left his body as blood checkered his fingers. He was just a tool. He let himself fall and even then he wasn’t loved. He was only being used.
The glass shard was through his arms before he even knew what he had done. As his life drained from him he saw blurry images of Snape and whispered confessions of love. All lies he’d come to learn.
In the morning he was found by Hermione, who had obviously gone for an early start in the library. A gasp left her lips and when Snape was told, he hated himself more then ever. This time because the only person he’d ever loved was gone. And it was most likely his fault.