Freedom, it's different for everyone

Disclaimer: Same as always I own nothing. :p

Summary: Severus Snape had a secret, something that he didn't want anyone to find out. Something he went to great lengths to hide. But can he keep it hidden?

Warnings: Cross dressing, Slash (man on man. :P)

A/N: So here we are a new story.. not sure if I'll continue, pretty much just posting this sort chapter to see how people take to it, it if proves popular enough or if i get inspired I'll update it :D

The room was damp and dreary, the large stone fireplace stood cold and unused, the embers of last night's fire long since extinguished. There were no windows in sight. The only light in the room being from a single candle that stood lonely on an empty table. Its glow however was enough to throw the room into shadows, and illuminate the sparse amount of furniture. Tucked into the table were a couple of chairs. Above hanging on the wall was a small dirty clock, its hands reading 3:55. In front of the fireplace was a sizeable hardly used couch, to its left sat a tall imposing armchair covered in a large worn out throw. Two of the room's walls were covered in floor to ceiling bookcases with every orifice crammed with books and papers, with the occasional bottle of questionable substance balancing on the ledge. Two impressive wooden doors stood across the room from each other, one leading to a hallway, the other to a bedroom. There was no sign of life. At least for the moment.

Several moments went by where the only sound heard was the ticking of a clock. The peaceful silence wasn't to last however as only seconds later the door leading into the hallway creaked open and a tall dark figure stepped into the room. After turning and making sure the door was locked behind him the figure walked quietly across the room their shoulders hunched and their hair forming a veil over their face. Within a couple of strides they had reached the other side of the room and had slipped into their bedroom, the door closing behind with a light click.

Tonight was the night, he had waited too long.

No longer could he handle the stifling feeling of his office and classroom, he had to get out. Fresh air, freedom. There were no greater things in life. And Severus Snape needed it badly.

With a sigh he padded across the green carpet of his room ignoring his inviting double bed and carried on past his drawers and dresser to the door of his bathroom. With motions perfected over years of repetition he began running a bath fully intent on cleaning away the days grime that standing in a room full of boiling and bubbling potions caused.

It would be a few hours before Severus Snape remerged, and when he did he would look a changed man.

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When Severus did finally slip back into his room, it was in nothing but a lose green towel wrapped around his hips, his wet hair dripping water onto his carpet, something which he ignored. The house elves would dry it later. Walking determinedly over to his stand alone wardrobe which was always locked he let the towel simply fall where he was standing.

Reaching out he ran a hand over the beautifully finished mahogany wood and whispered the password needed to bypass the wards and open the door. Even though the wardrobe was in his private quarters, he wasn't going to chance anyone ever finding out what lay inside.

Once the door opened with a click Severus reached for his wand on the dresser and quickly dried his hair, once that was done he turned back to the wardrobe and started getting ready for his night out.

First a pair of silk black lace panties went on, after they were sitting right he once more waved his wand performing several complex spells, one to hide the 'down stairs bulge' and another over his chest to give him descent sized C cup breasts. Wasting no time Severus put on a matching bra and fasted it behind him.

Without even realising it Severus's posture relaxed, taking a calming breath he reached into the wardrobe and pulled out a small black dress, it was rather plain; spaghetti straps (think that's what they are called? See bottom of page for link to dress) a zip up the front, as well as four buckles one across the chest one across the waist, then on the hips and thighs. Where he planned to going tonight dressing in anything fancier would pointless, once he had it zipped up and the buckles done he looked down at his legs.

Pursed his lips at the sight of all the hair he grabbed his wand again and shaved them clean. Much better. Then he magiced himself into a pair of fish net stockings, an odd feeling to be sure but he found it a time saver.

Bending over slightly Severus leaned down into the bottom of the wardrobe and pulled out a pair of black knee high boots with buckles to match. He sat back on his bed and slipped him on taking his time doing up the zip and buckles to match his dress. Times like this he was grateful to be a wizard, it meant all his shoes had cushioning charms on them, so he could spend all day in heels feeling like walking on clouds if he wanted.

Once he was done Severus headed over to his mirror and stared at his face, he always marvelled at how different he looked simply when he stopped glaring and frowning. With a smile he waved his wand and his previously hocked nose turned smaller and 'unhooked' its self so to speak. The hooked nose was a glamour he had put on himself years ago when he had started to attract the attention of one of his professors, very much unwanted attention, he had done it gradually of course. In the end he had decided to keep the hooked nose in the daily life, because it gave him more freedom to be himself in his private life.

Muttering a shaving spell he made sure all traces of stubble was gone. Next he applied a light layer of makeup, simple lip-gloss and eyeliner.

He finished the look off with a spell that made his hair slightly curly.

Standing back to admire himself in the mirror Severus Snape couldn't help but grin. Dressed like this not even his parents or friends had ever been able to tell it was him. Which is just want he wanted.

Freedom.

Grinning widely Severus Snape grabbed a small black bag and headed towards his floo. Tonight he would be himself. Tomorrow, tomorrow he would crawl back into his gilded cage, hooked nose, grease and all.

A/N:

To be continued or not?

What to you reckon? Want to see what Sev gets up to? :p Review if you do! :D

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