Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/13995150. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M Fandom: Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling Relationship: Harry_Potter/Severus_Snape Character: Severus_Snape, Harry_Potter Additional Tags: Poetry, Hogwarts Stats: 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 Chapter End Notes What did you think? Please comment <3 <3 As always, Jen The Snarry Shipper End Notes What did you think? Please comment <3 <3 As always, Jen The Snarry Shipper Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!