By request, I typed up a sort of back story, or explanation for how Sev and Harry got to where they are now. :) Enjoy the bonus! I figured out where my chocolate was (behind the spaghetti), and that the correct term is yaoi.
Title: Back Story
Length: 839 words w/o AN
Rating: M, for implied sex and slight language. Also for slash content.
When sitting down by a warm fire in the evening after my marking is done, I really can reflect on my past and think over what happened in my youth. The first problem- I am, in case you daftly haven't noticed, a homosexual. While Lily Evens was my best friend and I loved her for it, the true obsession of my youth was in fact James Potter.
He was an evil bastard to me. He cursed, ridiculed, and generally made fun of me for seven years. I think that was part of the attraction. Well, that and his fine Quidditch-toned arse.
Why do I take time to sit and reflect upon my childhood crush? Well, the true fact of the matter is that currently I find myself lusting after his son. Harry Potter is exactly what I had always wanted in James, and never got.
He is a kind, selfless child. I really finally realized this after his fifth year when I caught him with his shirt off, helping a sick Hagrid work his flower beds.
I walked across the path at the edge of the forbidden forest, lost in thought about that day. Once again, I had found myself needing a hand (my own) to find release after the O.W.L. level Gryffindor/Slytherin class. This was because (I told myself) I had been thinking of James while looking at Harry.
I rounded the corner of the forest, and heard a child's laughter. I slipped into the shadows, and crept closer to Hagrid's Cabin to study the scene before me. This couldn't be right! It didn't make sense! Harry Potter sat on his knees, elbow deep in manure, joking with an obviously sniffling Hagrid.
But that's not what caught my eyes. The scars littering his back did that. The words "Freak" and "Murderer" were carved into the skin, along with countless gouges, as if from a belt. He was far too skinny; I could see every rib and his hip bones stuck out. The boy had a bit of muscle in his abdomen, but not much.
The stark reality of what I was seeing hit me- Harry Potter was abused. A terrible rage welled up in me. How could someone do that to an innocent boy? He sat in manure, helping a sick half-GIANT keep up a vegetable garden. 'How could someone do that to the boy I love?!' I shouted silently.
Than my wording hit me. 'Boy I love?'
Over the next two years I carefully monitored the boy. I reported to Dumbledore what I had witnessed on the boy, and asked him to be kept an eye on, if not removed. Sure enough, Remus Lupin spent the first two weeks of summer vacation with Harry, secretly, and saved his life.
The Dursleys were sent too Azkaban for their cruelty, neglect, and attempted murder of their nephew. Vernon had a life sentence, and Petunia had ten years. Dudley got to spend time with a physiatrist, and was released after a week into the custody of Vernon's estranged brother, who would lead him right. Dudley now professionally boxes.
'How did this all start again?' I thought, staring at the emerald engagement ring glittering on my finger, that matched my eyes. 'Ah, yes,' I thought grinning, 'I had dreams.' In the beginning of my relationship with Sev, I really initiated it. I know he had his feelings first, but I think I pursued the next step first.
In the summer leading up too my 7th year, I began having nightmares of Moldy Voldy, as I like to call him, more frequently. The relief from these dreams, however, came in the form of wet dreams. They starred my dear potions Professor, of course. The dreams really sort of gave me a new look at him.
He's a handsome fellow, my fiancé. His hair isn't naturally greasy, it just gets like that from leaning over a cauldron, all day… And the fact he conditions it. Poor naïve man, needs to learn better hair care. I enjoy running my fingers through it though.
The day I really began our relationship was about a week after the final battle where I killed Moldy Voldy. I remember it quite well… You see, I may be the submissive member of our partnership now, but for that day I was aggressive.
What did I do to poor Sev?
I knocked calmly on the doors to his private quarters. He opened the door. I asked if I could come in, he said yes.
Than I jumped him.
Ahh, what fun we had that first night. We went through five positions and me cumming twice before Sev finally came. The next morning, I explained my actions and hopes to him for a relationship on the emotional level, not just this physical one, though it was enjoyable. He agreed, and here we are, a year later. Tomorrow is my wedding day, and I for one am certainly excited.
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