Sherbet Lemon
by Sinope
Title:
Sherbet Lemon
Author: Sinope at (no spam!) gmail dot com
Rating:
R
Pairing:
Snape/Harry
Warning:
Imagined underage sexuality.
Summary:
Harry has a secret.
Disclaimer: This is an unofficial fan work. No profit was made; no ownership is implied.
Harry has a secret.
He hasn't told anyone; Hermione and Ron know that he restarted Occlumency lessons, but only Harry knows Snape's dream of fucking him in a strange green-draped bed. Snape is old, with a huge hooked nose and disgustingly oily hair, and he lashes Harry daily with such vicious criticism that Harry burns with vindictive pleasure, knowing that the bastard fantasizes about schoolboys at night.
Harry is improving at Occlumency this year, and he learns other tools along the way. Harry learns: how to relish the power of knowledge withheld. How to use the emotions of his opponent as a secret weapon. How to speak truth more deceptively than an outright lie. When Snape asks him in the middle of a lesson, eyes burning with frustration, "Are you even paying attention?", Harry says, "Yes."
Sherbet lemons are one of Harry's favorite Muggle sweets. He loves how the tart syrup trickles down his throat, daring him to crunch down and release the fizzing sherbet. Harry loves how he can watch Snape, letting the sugared-sour revenge trickle down his throat, waiting.
Behind his bedcurtains at night, though, Harry doesn't taste sweetness; he closes his eyes and sees flashes of himself, red-flushed and raw-skinned, gasping harder, more, please. In Snape's dream, he wore glasses even when naked, and his scar had faded to invisibility. Harry tries to think of slender Parvati Patil while he wanks in the dark, but he sees sallow fingers laced through messy black hair when he comes.
finis.
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