"Grease it! Grease it up!" Harry cried. "Do it, Greasy Baby!!"
Suddenly, they were nakes in the library. Books littered the floor as Snape shoved Harry into a shelf. There peen-peens touched and it was like magic. Real magic. Not some old man Dumbledore dick shit. Real sex magic.
"Remember the safeword?" Snape grinned.
Harry nodded, holding his wand and preparing himself. "Avada kedavra," he confirmed.
Oops. His lover was on top of him. He was dead. Harry cried on him for many days. It had been a week. Suddenly, he grabbed some books and ripped out the pages. He drew them to his wrists. Paper cuts were on his arms and he died. Another one lost to suicide.
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Grease it Up
FanfictionHarry x Snape someone told me to write this I do not ship disclaimer wtf whyyy
