A/N: Oh, my God, I wrote a Harry Potter/X-Men crossover I will surely rot in Hell. Tell me if you like it or if you think it's sick and twisted. Neither Harry Potter nor X-Men is mine. Also, this is slash. As in, two guys. Together. You don't like that, you don't read, we all happy. Got it?
Of Sunglasses and Severus.
Scott woke up, and immediately wished he hadn't. He'd never liked mornings. Eventually, he'd have to get up, and that was much easier when there was more than just a warm spot in the bed next to him. Why did Severus — no, how could Severus — like mornings?
He rolled over, carefully keeping his eyes firmly shut, and groped on the bedside table for his sunglasses.
They weren't there.
"Severus!" He yelled, hoping he'd get an answer.
"What!" Well, at least he was in the house.
"What did you do with my sunglasses? They're gone!"
"I didn't do anything with them." Severus had moved to the doorway of the bedroom. "You need to keep better track of your things. I don't see them anywhere."
Scott let his head thump back into the pillows. "Why me, God, why me?"
"Because you're a dork?"
"How is it that you get along with Logan? Before you guys met I'd have laid serious money on one of you killing the other."
"We both like to mess with your head." Severus had padded silently up to the bed, and now sat down. "I just happen to like to mess with the rest of you, too."
He leaned down to kiss Scott, and suddenly there were more important things to think about than his missing sunglasses.
Elsewhere:
Sirius Black, pushing "his" new sunglasses up his nose, turned to Remus Lupin and said, "For a Muggle, this guy has one helluva cool bike."