This story is SLASH, which means it involves TWO MEN having SEX. WITH EACH OTHER. If you don't like this notion, don't read the story. If you read the story anyway, I am not responsible for your offended sensibilities. Feedback is welcome. Flames or dissertations on why homosexuality is wrong are not.
Disclaimer: See that lady over there? Hers, not mine. See all the money? Same deal.
Summary: Seven years is a long time when you have something you really want to say.
A/N: This is one of those rare fics that spring entirely out of the title. It's also embarrassingly devoid of plot. You have my sincere apologies.
A/N2: I've never actually seen The Seven-Year Itch, but I presume this fic in no way resembles the original.
*thoughts/emphasis*
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The corridors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry slowly drained, the last resounding echoes of over-excitable children fading into a new and delightful sort of quiet; a quiet that spoke of summer, of the absence of thousands of feet trampling the ancient stone floor, of students and teachers too eager to be away from each other to pretend otherwise.
As at the end of every year, some faces would not return in the fall, their owners off to process what knowledge they had managed to glean into something worthwhile, and most of them destined to fail miserably. Much as he always enjoyed the start of summer, the descending hush and the scent of departing children, this year in particular smelled sweet to Severus Snape.
Harry Potter was leaving Hogwarts.
No longer a student.
No longer *Severus'* student.
The last few stragglers hurrying to catch the train kept Severus locked into his stern fa
Disclaimer: See that lady over there? Hers, not mine. See all the money? Same deal.
Summary: Seven years is a long time when you have something you really want to say.
A/N: This is one of those rare fics that spring entirely out of the title. It's also embarrassingly devoid of plot. You have my sincere apologies.
A/N2: I've never actually seen The Seven-Year Itch, but I presume this fic in no way resembles the original.
*thoughts/emphasis*
* * * * *
The corridors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry slowly drained, the last resounding echoes of over-excitable children fading into a new and delightful sort of quiet; a quiet that spoke of summer, of the absence of thousands of feet trampling the ancient stone floor, of students and teachers too eager to be away from each other to pretend otherwise.
As at the end of every year, some faces would not return in the fall, their owners off to process what knowledge they had managed to glean into something worthwhile, and most of them destined to fail miserably. Much as he always enjoyed the start of summer, the descending hush and the scent of departing children, this year in particular smelled sweet to Severus Snape.
Harry Potter was leaving Hogwarts.
No longer a student.
No longer *Severus'* student.
The last few stragglers hurrying to catch the train kept Severus locked into his stern fa