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UGH LJ. And on my birthday, too.

Today, I am one step closer to the Age-That-Shall-Not-Be-Named :P

I think this calls for an open bar and a fucktonne of c and ic, y/y?

I'm feeling a tad needy today being an old lady and all, so love in all forms is well, LOVE. Picspams of pretty boys, comment porn, etc. Applications for minions always accepted.

Happy Wednesday all <3<3 <3

--P

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[ Happy birthday, doll!!! *squeeze* I'm so sorry for this angstfest, but ilu! ]

Harry is fifteen when it happens. One minute Harry is slumped and powerless, Snape probing into his mind with deft precision and seeing his kisses and losses and fears, and the next he is standing over Snape and seeing things he wishes he could take back. Snape's mouth is an angry line for so long, Harry's useless apologies choked somewhere in his throat. There is no going back from this moment. It is the moment that changes everything. Harry doesn't like to think Snape has more than one side to him; it complicates him, and Harry can't deal with any more complications right now. He is only fifteen, but his life is one big, disappointing complication after another, and this one is so glaring in its sad reality that he knows he will never tell Ron and Hermione, that he can't say aloud what he has seen, that it makes him like Snape but worse for knowing.

Snape is not a man of hesitation, but now, he hesitates. Harry wants to be hit. To be punched in the gut or hexed stupid if that's what will make them even. Snape has seen all his private memories and thoughts too, but they weren't like this. Harry is ashamed just looking at Snape, for the sins of his father and the wordlessness that rots his insides.

And then suddenly, Snape drives forward, so fast that Harry cannot move for his breathlessness. Snape's mouth is on him, hands pinning his shoulders to the wall, fingers inside him before he is ready, and he shouts and thrashes and comes in embarrassing minutes with a climax that renders him raw and empty. When Snape laughs at him, Harry bolts, hiking his trousers up and stumbling to the exit, images of horrible things in his head: of his father spelling Snape's weathered pants away, of his mother shoving Snape's mouth off hers in ways Harry could not, of Remus just standing there watching and doing nothing, of Snape huddled in the corner of that darkened room with shadows of his father with fists at the ready cracked through the door.

Two years later, when Snape lays dead before him in the cluttered Shrieking Shack, something inside Harry dies with him and is lost to the winds that rip the words I'm sorry from his tongue.

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First and foremost. One thousand apologies for getting back to you much later than I intended. LJ is a dirty slore for yesterday. And then I went out for drinks last night.

Now before I tell you how much I loved your ficlet, I have this to say...

Snarky darling, I've been watching you since you first came into fandom. Your writing has matured by leaps and bounds, and in much less time than it ever took me. You write some of the most evocative drabbles and ficlets. Some of them heart-stopping. I know I haven't been much of a cheerleader on your original writing filter, but I hope that will change. Please persevere at what you do, because I'm certain you can make a niche for yourself in the writer's market.

That said...

I loved this. You write Snarry exactly as I would. Our ideals are very similar. It's harsh and unpretty, fueled by blood and fire. Don't apologise for angst. Not with this pairing. It works perfectly with this dynamic. I love your unapologetic Snape and your yearns-for-forgiveness Harry. But what really makes this for me is the closing line. And you delivered a beaut.

Thank you for this, bb. SO. SO. MUCH.

♥

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I don't even know how to respond to this comment. ;_;!!! It has been stuck in my head since I read it, and I just...appreciate all your kind words SO SO much. You're incredibly sweet. This is the kind of thing I will copy and read when writing stuff gets me down. *hugs and squeezes*

You are very welcome for the drabble. <3! I don't really write Snarry, but I know how much you enjoy them. *G* And there's something so hot about all that Occlumency in Snape's private dungeon. Nnng. You know he saw Harry masturbating somewhere in his head. xD

Thanks again, darling, and glad you enjoyed your birthday treat. ;D