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Hairy Poofter and the Sorcerer's Bone Chapter One
Title: Hairy Poofter and the Sorcerer's Bone
Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: Any rights I am entitled to I freely give back to the copyrighted owners of Harry Potter. I own nothing and make no claims.
Series: God I hope not.
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Warning: If you are not 18 and don't like m/m relationships don't read this.
Notes: This started out as a conversation in which I misheard something my 19 year old son said and went waaaaay downhill from there at which point rabid plot bunnies tried to gnaw off my ankles. WARNING PARODY. If you don't know what a parody is look it up.
Summary: Hairy knows what he wants and is determined to get it.
“Why?” Hairy wailed to the headmaster. “Can't I seem to get him to respond to me? Aren't I pretty enough?”
Professor Dumblydoor took in the vision before him running his eyes over the pastel green form fitting robes that perfectly matched his student's eyes, the expert but subtle make up, the delicate perfectly manicured hands and the waist length curled and perfumed lustrous black hair and sighed. “Hairy that just the problem. Severus has just always been a bit different and his experiences have just reinforced it. Pretty scares him, he's always felt that beauty is suspect and fickle and just not trustworthy.”
“Oh, that explains so much.” Hairy said sympathetically. “He was one of Voldie's death eater bitches wasn't he?”
“He took the tattoo an started the body modification before coming to his senses.” Dumblydoor tacitly agreed. “Of course using his talents in potions he managed to reverse all the changes before they became permanent but the dear boy has never been the same since.” The professor continued in a troubled voice stroking his ribbon-bedecked beard in a gesture of self-comfort. “He always did like his boyfriends on the butch side, to use a muggle phrase, however since then he's gone to extremes most of them have looked absolutely straight and in the past few years I think he's even dated women, when he's dated at all.”
Hairy spoke excitedly. “Now that I think about it I'm sure that I've caught him looking at me during Quidditch practice. But with no make up and being all sweaty I was sure I was just imagining things. I mean really, Quidditch robes and no makeup. My hair tied back in a braid is comfortable, but I never thought anyone could possibly find me attractive like that.” Hairy said wonderingly.
Dumblydoor's eyes twinkled “You'd be surprised at how people enjoy the sight of you in your Quidditch robes.
“Oh, you too?” Hairy asked curious.
“Definitely.” He replied. “A young man in the bloom of youth. Glowing with the honest sweat from physical exertions can be a positively mouth-watering sight.”
“And I thought it just made one appear unwashed.” Hairy mused caught off guard by the new point of view.
The professor replied encouragingly” There is a great deal of difference between filthy and a healthily exercised body, Hairy. It can be quite enticing to see a well toned body working well as it should.”
“Hmm, you know I have been meaning to spend more time in the gym working out… But it is always so unpleasant to have to deal with all those leather boys from Slytherin who think the weight room is their own private domain.” He sighed.
“Faint heart never won fair maiden…or in this case,” Dumblydoor grinned. “Snarky Potions Master.”
Foregoing his usual rather elaborate style of dress that he wore even while working out. Hairy took a deep breath and walked into the gym dressed in muggle style exercise clothes consisting of a pair of spandex bicycle shorts and a snug tank top. And with his hair braided back from his makeup free face.
Ignoring the glares and whispers of the Slytherins who occupied the room he took a seat at an empty bench and began his workout.
Mere minutes later he was interrupted, as expected, by the unofficial leader and top dog of the Slytherins Draco Malfey.
Taking a stance that Hairy was sure he practiced in the mirror Draco attempted to intimidate Hairy by sheer presence alone. It didn't work. In fact in never had. Hairy could just never take him seriously, the slender body that remained slight no how matter how much time he put in pumping iron, the pale ruthlessly slicked back hair just seemed to him to be such a parody of a dominant that he was always tempted to laugh rather than feel dominated like he was sure he was supposed to.
Continuing his repetitions the young Gryffindor paid no attention to the posturing Slytherin forcing Draco to make the first move.
“Poofter, what do you think you're doing in here?” he barked out forcefully.
“Bicep curls.” Hairy replied blandly.
“That's not what I meant an you know it.” The young Slytherin replied with an undertone of menace.
Hairy paused in his workout and stare the blonde straight in the eye. “The gym is open to all student, it's not your exclusive property, despite the fact that most of the rest of us just don't feel like making an issue of it. So deal with it and leave me alone.” he finished going back to his bicep curls and ignoring the look of shock that passed over Draco's face at his blunt words.
Draco sneered. “Finally growing a spine are you.”
Beginning to be irritated by the other boy's harassment Hairy replied. “No spine necessary when dealing with the likes of you. Despite your pretensions of being a Dom you practically scream bottom boy. So why don't you take your two goons.” He indicated the hulking boys that had moved to flank their De Facto leader. “Crabby and Girly and PISS OFF?” he shouted surprising his adversary into taking a step back at the unexpected volume of his last two words.
“Poofter I'm warning you…”
“Is there a problem boys?” came the dark silky tones of the object of Hairy's affectionate obsession caused goose bumps to break out all down Hairy's spine.
“No problems sir.” Hairy replied to the teacher who had so silently appeared out of the gym office. “Just wanted to make sure Malfey could hear what I said.”
“Well then,” Professor Snape suggested. “You'd better get on with it then Poofter. Malfey I think you had better do the same.”
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