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      Explicit
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      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Severus_Snape
  Character:
      Severus_Snape, Harry_Potter
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      Poetry, Hogwarts
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      Published: 2018-03-17 Chapters: 5/5 Words: 2194
****** Putting a Stopper in Death ******
by JenTheSnarryShipper
Summary
     Different POV's will be represented in these poems. They follow the
     original story, but have a different take on what Snape and Harry are
     thinking. Following is explicit poetry with heated moments between
     Harry and Severus Snape. I hope you all like it very much.
Notes
     Let me just say: I had forgotten about these poems until just
     recently. I had posted them to Fanfiction's site before I moved
     everything over here. Posting this is more for sentimental reasons
     than anything else. With that being said...onward we go. I'd still
     love a comment. <3
     Welcome & thank you for reading! This particular Snarry poem is not
     rated Explicit AT FIRST, but future poetry will definitely qualify as
     such. I live for reviews, so please consider commenting.  All
     characters are of course owned by JK Rowling and Warner Bros.
     Entertainment. (HP/SS, Snarry, Rated M) Hope you enjoy it!
See the end of the work for more notes
***** "Sorted Into Gryffindor" *****
 
"Sorted Into Gryffindor"
(Date: September 1st, 1991. POV: Severus Snape)
===============================================================================
 
Blast it all,
Fire-Whiskey slithering
Down my throat as I
Calm myself,
I stalk toward The Great Hall.
 
My black robes, all buttoned-up,
Sway loose at my sides.
It is one thing
I can control, one small
Habit I dare not take for granted.
 
Students pile in, like cattle,
Awaiting their pathetic teenaged-fates.
Meanwhile, Albus has that damned twinkle
When he smiles at me
As if I am someone important, today.
 
McGonagall, the thin-lipped, quick woman
Grips the bloody sorting hat
Calling another godforsaken Weasley—
Merlin forbid any Weasels
Not be sorted as Gryffindorks!
 
I am unsurprised, as per usual,
Until I see him:
Harry James Potter.
The-Boy-Who-Lived,
Sporting a curse-scar and all,
 
With his eyes glued to mine.
Lily Evans' emerald
Hypnotizing gaze—
Her nose, as well, I notice.
The lovely eyes narrow at me
 
As if searching for a reason to hate me:
Just like his father.
Dark-brown, ragged, impish hair,
A trait of James Potter,
Along with that arrogant smirk he wears suddenly.
 
No;
He looks afraid.
Wincing, he touches
His legendary, galleon-winning-scar,
Turning to yet another Weasley.
 
I narrow my eyes back at him,
Involuntarily touching my chin,
Wondering why the child is as thin as a rail.
James was too, I suppose.
The older Weasel glances up at me briefly.
 
I scoff inwardly—
No doubt
The Weasels warn the boy of me
Merlin-forbid,
He not fear the Head of Slytherin House!
 
"Harry Potter."
Minerva even widens her small
Beady eyes at the name—the one
Used in bedtime stories, and in
All the wizarding newspapers.
 
From a glance, Albus seems
Indifferent—but I know the man.
It takes him a great deal of effort
To withhold that curiosity—
I believe he nearly had a heart-attack from shock.
 
The eleven year old boy looks frightened
As if he were approaching his turn on death-row
In Azkaban,
But why?
Surely, he would be confident
 
With all that fame on his side?
Not Slytherin,
Not Slytherin; Anything but Slytherin!
Please!
I nearly snort, barely suppressing it.
 
I shall have a
Hearty laugh in my quarters tonight
Over this boy bickering with
That crusty old black hat—
Not Slytherin, Eh, Harry?
 
You could be great you know!
Doubt it,
Though he might have a shot
In the only acceptable house
In this bloody school.
 
Alright,
The sorting hat gives up
As if it were in a bitter marriage,
Gryffindor!
I snort aloud this time,
 
Quietly, under all the
Annoyingly loud cheers
For the star of
Everyone's favorite
Hero.
 
I spy at Albus:
The closest person I have had
To a father.
Concern washes over his wrinkled face, and
He, too, is disappointed.
 
He claps with the others, wearing that selfless grin for Harry.
The glint in his eye is gone.
Destined, he is, for Slytheirn—
Albus babbled, two nights ago, with that blasted hat.
I sat, watching the delirious old man, praying to Merlin it was the sodding
truth.
 
Be that as it may,
Protecting the boy
Will be that much more strenuous, and I will always be a slave to Harry James
Potter,
Who presently glares at Draco Malfoy, probably a future Death Eater.
I suppose it runs in the family, like everything else.
===============================================================================
 
***** "Within the Hour" *****
Chapter Notes
     Let me just say: I had forgotten about these poems until just
     recently. I had posted them to Fanfiction's site before I moved
     everything over here. Posting this is more for sentimental reasons
     than anything else. With that being said...onward we go. I'd still
     love a comment. <3
     Welcome & thank you for reading! This particular Snarry poem is not
     rated Explicit AT FIRST, but future poetry will definitely qualify as
     such. I live for reviews, so please consider commenting. All
     characters are of course owned by JK Rowling and Warner Bros.
     Entertainment. (HP/SS, Snarry, Rated M) Hope you enjoy it!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"Within the Hour"
(Date: October 1, 1998. POV: Harry Potter.)
===============================================================================
 
The Boy Who Lived;
The Chosen One;
Harry James Potter;
Known for a lightning bolt scar,
I am.
 
I have been told many lies,
And, to my surprise,
My enemies have been
Guileless, and ever
Recklessly so.
 
Twixt fine lines
Of perceived good and evil,
I am, in fact,
Quite adept; I can
Put a stopper in death.
 
Severus, such an intimidating man
On the outside, you color yourself.
I, on the other hand,
Am known to the world
As a bright light—
 
A savior to the
Wizarding World.
Sitting in class, I watch
Your dark gaze bore into
My staring eyes.
 
Only then can I see myself
Reflected, a bit older, and
Paler perhaps.
Nevertheless victims of double-lives
Fighting constantly.
 
I shudder
When you lecture me
In such a brutal voice—
And yet, it spills upon my eardrums
Like silky liquid
 
And desperate cries of
Pleasure, escaping your grasp.
I listen, with minimal
Concentration.
Lower, deeper, I need
 
To hear your voice.
Hypnotize me—
Take points from
Gryffindor, Professor Snape,
So that I
 
Can close my eyes
Only to imagine your cultured,
Quick tongue,
Dancing intelligently against the roof of your mouth—
So that I can feel
 
Your protective arms
In all black, the way you like them,
Only around my chest
And mine alone
Without company.
 
Why am I having these
Fascinations?
Professor Snape,
Severus,
Forgive me.
 
Hold me
Tightly, as you did
In the Pensieve for
Your dead friend,
& my dead mother.
 
Those thin lips quiver
Until they stretch into
That infamous sneer.
Quite honestly
I have grown to realize
 
You are secretly
Suppressing a smile—
One I have only seen
In your
Boyish memories.
 
After class,
I slowly approach you:
A dark façade of a Death Eater.
You hide all confusion under a blank face
Cocking up your right brow at me.
 
We are alone.
Sir,
I say slowly,
Mouth parted, my
Mind—wandering aimlessly.
 
Potter, your mouth appears delectable.
I close my eyes and shiver,
Call me Harry, I say,
Waiting for a sign
Mustering up the so-called Gryffindor courage
 
To touch your skin.
I do so, gingerly
Bringing my fingers to
Swipe yours—
They are rough with much experience.
 
I cannot
Move away.
P-
Harry?
Your mask disintegrates; confusion becomes you.
 
I step forward, with a heavy breath
Filling the air lustfully.
I intertwine my fingers
With your longer, paler ones,
So much more beautiful than my own.
 
Severus.
I hear myself rasp, licking
My lips, biting
The bottom one
As you clasp my hand back.
 
What are—are you doing?
Long black hair shines in the light
As you ask of my intentions.
I shake my head, muttering spells to
Lock the doors, then to silence the walls of the
 
Still classroom we stand in.
You are genuinely frazzled.
I step closer.
My empty hand lifts
To cup your cheek,
 
It is much warmer than I imagined
It to be—
& you blush,
You cringe—
It's okay, Severus.
 
It's okay.
I reassure both you and myself.
Your mouth is open, so I
Pull your face to mine
Standing on my toes,
 
Closing my eyes,
Though, not too soon.
Hot breath plays on my wet lips—
I moan as I feel hard,
As you let me kiss your mouth.
 
I am falling
As you wrap your arms
Around me
And groan into my inexperienced mouth.
You taste like spice and peppermint.
 
I think aloud, between harsh gasping
And clawing in each other's hair—
Far from greasy
For a git like you.
Rather soft and seductive, actually.
 
Harry.
You make me sound so
Much more interesting—
Naughtily—
As someone other than a savior.
 
My hands are fumbling
With all those
God-forsaken buttons you wear
So deliciously, and I
Unwrap you like a precious gift.
 
Impatient brat,
I hear your voice—making me hard
As the buttons fly off of you.
I smile; you smile.
Your pants are off, after I
 
Suck your nipples
And your neck
All that tender skin
I claim as my own,
I drag your boxers down slowly.
 
The weeping member
I stand naked before it—
Spelling off my clothes, impatient indeed.
You lean against
The wooden desk.
 
I look up into
Your pleading eyes,
Matching your whimpering voice
Your moans
So sacred, and only for me.
 
I grab you so tenderly, stroking
While keeping my eyes glued
To you: so beautiful.
I look down at your
Hardness, so huge, and
 
So ready for me.
I lick my lips; I want it.
Slicking my tongue against
The tip of your cock
I hear you inhale.
 
Encircling now
With my tongue, and
I suck you
Like an over-sized lemon-drop—
A delicacy.
 
My appreciation fills the misty air
Of our lust, and your beautiful
Hands cup my head tightly,
Pushing me,
As if I need to be told.
 
Your hips thrust
I suck harder
Loving the taste of
Your musky cock,
I wrap my arms up
 
Around your back.
You are mine, now.
I say quickly, engulfing you again
And again
Until you hold my head still
 
With your cock buried into my throat—
My hands are pushing your ass closer—
A thrust, you use me,
Another, and
Another harsh, slow thrust,
 
Moaning Harry, oh God, Harry,
Incomprehensible pleading
My own cock bursts, spluttering cum onto the floor
I suck you
Again, milking
 
Your delicious cum. It runs
All the way down my throat
I stay still, lips around your base,
My own cum shooting consistently
At your bare feet, and on my knees
 
Completely at your mercy.
I moan around your hot prick
You gasp
Shooting more cum down my useful throat,
Whimpering like an injured boy.
 
God, Harry.
Oh, Harry.
You pull me off slowly,
But not completely,
As I look up at your sweaty face.
 
I swallow, still
Licking you clean
With my tongue, now skilled,
Gently into your slit
Watching your contorted face.
 
My fingers, so wet,
I suck them clean,
And kiss
Your half-hard cock
From the base up.
 
You take my shoulders,
Two hands cupping my
Jaw, now,
Licking your cum off my swollen lips
Kissing me deeply, just as deeply as the sound of your voice.
 
I surrender my body.
You ignite my flaws—
Burning me perfectly.
Foolishly, but truthfully so, I inwardly bow,
Succumbing to your flames, licking my skin forever.
===============================================================================
 
Chapter End Notes
     What did you think? Please comment <3 <3
     As always,
     Jen
     The Snarry Shipper
***** "Fact or Fiction?" *****
Chapter Notes
     Let me just say: I had forgotten about these poems until just
     recently. I had posted them to Fanfiction's site before I moved
     everything over here. Posting this is more for sentimental reasons
     than anything else. With that being said...onward we go. I'd still
     love a comment. <3
     Welcome & thank you for reading! This particular Snarry poem is not
     rated Explicit AT FIRST, but future poetry will definitely qualify as
     such. I live for reviews, so please consider commenting. All
     characters are of course owned by JK Rowling and Warner Bros.
     Entertainment. (HP/SS, Snarry, Rated M) Hope you enjoy it!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"Fact or Fiction?"
(Date: December 27, 1995. POV: Severus Snape.)
===============================================================================
 
You—you look so afraid.
Never had I expected to see
Such a conflict
 
Within your eyes,
Like a heated war twixt
Reality and fiction.
 
Yes, Potter,
I say it with my own eyes
Grasping onto your collar
 
Hoping you will understand—
Your father treated me
Just as you saw.
 
"Get
Out."
I say, with such emphasis
 
Even I am startled.
You cannot say a word
Shaking in my grasp.
 
I feel the heat of your breath
I see the sweat beading upon your forehead
& this is when all logic escapes me.
 
You scramble from me—with eyes
Burning into mine, unsure
If you should be sorry, wallowing in pity,
 
All because of that memory
You so stubbornly shuffled through.
Then, I see a bright flash—
 
This is Professor Snape,
You are thinking, mind open like a book,
He does not need pity.
 
My vision spikes through yours
I see it all
But my heart beats so loudly, above all else.
 
I feel my wand
Raising up, and,
"Legilimens," I chant.
 
You show no restraint—
First, the memory of your parents
Then Sirius Black, the godforsaken mutt,
 
You whimper aloud as I come across
A particularly exciting memory of yours:
One in which I assume is fantasy—
 
You, all tied up, are in chains
A man is whipping your arse, but you groan
In pleasure?
 
Interesting,
I think, carefully pulling out, until
I see
 
A cock driving into you—
Heavy breathing and grunting—
An overly familiar voice filling the air.
 
The man is wearing all black.
I pull out of your
Dirty memory, not meant for me.
 
You look at me, confused and
Oh so horrified.
You run away, like a child.
 
I refuse to think
The man in your memory
Was me: a monster.
===============================================================================
 
Chapter End Notes
     What did you think? Please comment <3 <3
     As always,
     Jen
     The Snarry Shipper
***** "My Dearest Lily" *****
Chapter Notes
     Let me just say: I had forgotten about these poems until just
     recently. I had posted them to Fanfiction's site before I moved
     everything over here. Posting this is more for sentimental reasons
     than anything else. With that being said...onward we go. I'd still
     love a comment. <3
     Welcome & thank you for reading! This particular Snarry poem is not
     rated Explicit AT FIRST, but future poetry will definitely qualify as
     such. I live for reviews, so please consider commenting. All
     characters are of course owned by JK Rowling and Warner Bros.
     Entertainment. (HP/SS, Snarry, Rated M) Hope you enjoy it!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"Dearest Lily"
(Date: October 2, 1998. POV: Severus Snape.)
===============================================================================
 
I miss you
Like I miss fresh rain
Cooling my skin,
Dropping from the depths of beautiful
Dark clouds.
 
I only imagine
You must hate me—
For the damnation of my soul
For letting you die, despite my efforts
For loving your son—
 
You must
Loathe me.
Without explanation,
Your son has captivated my
Attention,
 
& he has
Indefinitely
Captured my heart.
Funny, that.
I had not a clue
 
I still had one.
You—you were my
Only best friend;
I betrayed you.
I am sorry;
 
With all that I am,
I am sorry.
He has
Your eyes,
You know.
===============================================================================
 
Chapter End Notes
     What did you think? Please comment <3 <3
     As always,
     Jen
     The Snarry Shipper
***** "What My Heart Cannot Say" *****
Chapter Notes
     Let me just say: I had forgotten about these poems until just
     recently. I had posted them to Fanfiction's site before I moved
     everything over here. Posting this is more for sentimental reasons
     than anything else. With that being said...onward we go. I'd still
     love a comment. <3
     Welcome & thank you for reading! This particular Snarry poem is not
     rated Explicit AT FIRST, but future poetry will definitely qualify as
     such. I live for reviews, so please consider commenting. All
     characters are of course owned by JK Rowling and Warner Bros.
     Entertainment. (HP/SS, Snarry, Rated M) Hope you enjoy it!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"What My Heart Cannot Say"
(Date: October 2, 1998. POV: Harry Potter)
===============================================================================
 
I bury so many things:
My head in my hands,
My love in my heart,
But, most regrettably,
I bury myself
 
Inside my tiny, four-cornered
Room,
As if I am
Controlled by
Confusion.
 
Severus Snape—
Once, I feared that name.
Severus,
Your name became heavenly.
I could quiver in pleasure
 
But, I do not.
I hold myself back—
For I have hurt you.
You see,
Severus—
 
I am always near
My death bed, it seems—
And now, I have moved too
Quickly.
I love you,
 
I said it,
I meant it—
& I hurt you.
My dearest
Severus Snape
 
I care about you:
Your sneers and smiles,
Your whispers,
Your secrets—
Even the darkest parts of you,
 
I adore.
I bury my tears in my
Pillow, today
As punishment for
Premature love, spoken softly.
 
You come to comfort me:
I give myself away,
Throwing my body into your 
Welcoming arms.
My love, frail and true, you finally reciprocate.
===============================================================================
 
 The End
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