Post by kohane on Oct 15, 2011 16:14:26 GMT -8
Title: What's Wrong With Me?
Rating:PG
Word Count: 396
Warnings (if any): Adult Implications
Summary: Harry attempts to figure out just what is wrong with him.
Dear Journal,
I think something's wrong with me. I've been having some awefully disturbing dreams. Oh, nothing involving Voldemort and his band of Merry Murderer's, but still disturbing. It always involves a certain teacher of mine. Professor Snape to be exact. If the dreams were nightmares about his hooked nose, and greasy bat-ness there wouldn't be a problem, however this particular dream generally involves a large four poster bed, and nudity.
Thanks to these dreams I've started noticing....aspects...of my Professor, that I've never noticed before. The sharp angle of his jaw, the fact that his hair isn't greasy just very shiny and probably soft as feathers, his butt....oh his butt, anyways moving on. Thanks to these dreams I've begun to notice just how physically attractive my professor is, and it's seriously freaking me out. I often find that I simply can't take my eyes off him anymore. Whenever he insults and verbally attacks me in classes, I can't help but blush like mad when I think about other things that mouth of his should be doing. I'm simply glad that no one has noticed my sick infatuation, and they all take my mad blush as an angry flush instead of the arousal it really is.
I don't know what to do. Should I tell someone? Who could I tell? Ron would go completely balistic thinking I was cursed or being poisoned or something. Hermione would go all Ravenclaw on my ass and literally pick me apart for every bit of information before analyzing and coming to the completely wrong conclusion, like me being in love with Professor Snape or something. Completely wrong, right? I can't certainly go to any of the other Weasleys...ESPECIALLY not Ginny..she'd totally freak, and probably curse my bits off. Maybe Dumbledore? No...crazy old man would probably do something stupid like force us together or something.
I'll just have to keep this, like so many other problems in my life, to myself. Tell no one, and no one will know is what I say...or at least what I'll start saying now. Yeah that's it, just keep it to myself, let no one know, and surely it'll all go away after awhile. The dreams an sudden attraction alike.
Yeah that's what I'll do. Thanks journal, at least I can always talk to you.
-Your Owner, Harry Potter
Rating:PG
Word Count: 396
Warnings (if any): Adult Implications
Summary: Harry attempts to figure out just what is wrong with him.
Dear Journal,
I think something's wrong with me. I've been having some awefully disturbing dreams. Oh, nothing involving Voldemort and his band of Merry Murderer's, but still disturbing. It always involves a certain teacher of mine. Professor Snape to be exact. If the dreams were nightmares about his hooked nose, and greasy bat-ness there wouldn't be a problem, however this particular dream generally involves a large four poster bed, and nudity.
Thanks to these dreams I've started noticing....aspects...of my Professor, that I've never noticed before. The sharp angle of his jaw, the fact that his hair isn't greasy just very shiny and probably soft as feathers, his butt....oh his butt, anyways moving on. Thanks to these dreams I've begun to notice just how physically attractive my professor is, and it's seriously freaking me out. I often find that I simply can't take my eyes off him anymore. Whenever he insults and verbally attacks me in classes, I can't help but blush like mad when I think about other things that mouth of his should be doing. I'm simply glad that no one has noticed my sick infatuation, and they all take my mad blush as an angry flush instead of the arousal it really is.
I don't know what to do. Should I tell someone? Who could I tell? Ron would go completely balistic thinking I was cursed or being poisoned or something. Hermione would go all Ravenclaw on my ass and literally pick me apart for every bit of information before analyzing and coming to the completely wrong conclusion, like me being in love with Professor Snape or something. Completely wrong, right? I can't certainly go to any of the other Weasleys...ESPECIALLY not Ginny..she'd totally freak, and probably curse my bits off. Maybe Dumbledore? No...crazy old man would probably do something stupid like force us together or something.
I'll just have to keep this, like so many other problems in my life, to myself. Tell no one, and no one will know is what I say...or at least what I'll start saying now. Yeah that's it, just keep it to myself, let no one know, and surely it'll all go away after awhile. The dreams an sudden attraction alike.
Yeah that's what I'll do. Thanks journal, at least I can always talk to you.
-Your Owner, Harry Potter