Rating/Codes: G-PG-R-NC17

Pairing: HP/SS

Summary:  One day in the life of Harry Potter, as told by his point of view.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I just play with them for my own amusement and I hope the amusement of others.

Challenge: Third Wave Challenge 1) Write FOUR separate drabbles, stories of exactly one hundred words each. All drabbles must be interconnected somehow and they must go from G to PG to R to NC17. One of each.

NOTE: Part of "From Dusk til Dawn - the Harry Potter/Severus Snape Fuh-Q-Fest" at: http://www.kardasi.com/HPSS

Beta: Nick (my beloved husband) who beta-ed while keeping it at 100 words and Nathalie (my amused coworker) who told me if it just wasn't working

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Three hours of sleep isn't nearly enough to function on. I had no desire to drag myself out of bed and even less to drag myself to breakfast. Snickers alerted me when Neville landed face down on his muffin. I appreciated them only because they prevented me from doing the same and being late to class again. I wish I knew who had decided that History was a good class for right after breakfast. I could've shown them the rows of sleeping student that grace that class. Or I would have if I hadn't been so desirous to join them.

My classes today were in general nothing exciting. I earned a detention by stopping Ron from killing Malfoy. I personally didn't see what the problem with being made to kiss Seamus is. Not a big enough deal to try to kill someone over. It could've been worse... a lot worse. A few months ago Malfoy dropped something in the potion I was working on that made me kiss the professor. The funny thing about it was that he was horribly jealous and easy to torment. But I hadn't really experienced what kissing Snape was truly like, not then at least.

Thursday evening means that it's time to brag about conquests, it started mid-sixth year. Ron on this evening was boasting about every heterosexual encounter that he's ever had. I looked over at Seamus who just rolled his eyes and went back to reading his potions book. I'm the only one paying attention, and it's only token. I really couldn't care about Ron drowning in Lavender's magnificent breasts, even less about Parvati's ecstasies while being eaten out or her delicious juices of honey. They were interesting the first time I hear them, not now when they are old and forgotten conquests.

I am bound, bent over and clenching at the hard wood of an unforgiving desk. Fingers slowly trace the ridges of my spine - I tense when they reach the cleft of my ass and relax when they touch the entrance of my body. A lone fingertip teases me and circles the rim. His mouth bites at my shoulder as the finger is removed and the large slickened head of his cock stretches me, pushing it's way deep inside me. I am taken. Never have I imagined feelings like this. I will not sleep much this evening. I could not care.