Severus the Magnificent
"I can do many things, Harry."
A Drabble Packet for Valentine's Day
Composed by: iKoffeeholic
iKoffeeholic's Word:
Muggle Potter is on the way. Put me on alert if you want to read it. (Btw, it's most likely HarryxGinny breakup then HarryxRon then HarryxDraco) And shorts marked with MA stand for magic. MG (muggle) means no wizard magic.
The Magnificent (MG)
Harry Potter always knew that Severus Snape was the love of his life. In his childhood, his parents left him his care when they went to work. All those years Severus nurtured Harry. He read books to him, fed him, clothed and bubble-bathed him, taught him about the world, and even paraded him around as if he were his own. Harry almost called Severus "Daddy", but he stuck with Sevvy instead.
Severus loved Harry to pieces. Maybe it was his mother's eyes. He'd get lost in them, bringing their faces so close that their noses would brush. Oh don't be silly—Severus never forced himself onto Harry.
It wasn't until his final year at Hogwarts Academy that Harry confessed to him. Although Severus tried his best to be a decent chemistry teacher, Harry simply wasn't the best chemistry student. At the end of the term, Severus awarded him "most improved student" for him pulling that E up to a B+. In return, as soon as he saw Severus on his last day of school, Harry ran up to him, leapt into his arms, and crushed his lips onto his without any care for anyone that would see. McGonagall, the physics teacher down the hall, shrieked in fright and joy. In her eyes, Severus had no business with his mouth on Harry even though he was no longer his student. On the other hand, she congratulated Severus for finding someone to kiss him. Never in her life did she expect someone to turn the greasy-haired, cauldron—err, beaker-tending frog into a prince.
Now, about two years later, Harry decided to make his relationship with Severus official. Despite how his dad felt about it, Harry moved in with Severus instead of using the dormitories at the university. Severus assured Lily and James that Harry would be in good care, but only Lily trusted him. And every other afternoon, she'd come over to have tea with Severus while Harry was out with Ron and Hermione.
"Alright, Sev. It's about time I should go," Lily said to Severus with a smile as she stood from her chair. "James is coming home early from work today, and I need to get started on dinner.
Severus plucked her coat from the rack and kindly draped it over her shoulders. "Take care, Lily." He received a gentle peck on the cheek from her, curling his lips into a smile.
And he closed the door after watching her drive off into the distance. Moments later, after he busied himself in the kitchen making a light dinner, Harry came home.
"I'm back, Sevvy," Harry chirped as he made his way into the kitchen.
Severus put two plates on the table and turned around to give Harry his evening kiss. "Evening, Harry. Dinner?"
"Yes, please," the younger said when he caught sight of the freshly fried tomatoes, mashed potatoes, and plump sausages drizzled with gravy next to skinny glasses of wine. Ever since he was little, he adored Sevvy's cooking.
The two sat down to the meal and dined for the evening, taking care to share with the other the musings of their day.
Cutting into a sausage, "So, Harry, how are your studies going?" Severus asked.
Harry spooned some mash into his mouth and sipped at his wine. He said to Severus, "Fine. Hermione's still tutoring me in maths, though. And I passed my exams last week."
That made Severus smile. He enjoyed watching Harry eat. He loved to listen to him ramble on and on about the things he did. Well, Severus had a life of his own, but it didn't have much sparkle. Sure, his passions lay with the sciences of things from weather to homemade medicine, gardening, and reading. But Harry had that sparkle to him. The liveliness was in his eyes, his smile, his voice. Especially in his eyes.
"That's great, love."
"What about you, Sevvy? You've been writing in that journal of yours an awful lot," Harry cooed with a hint of suggestiveness in his words. "I'm sure there're plenty of fantasies about me on those pages." He darted his tongue into his wine and ran his tongue around the rim.
Severus's cheeks turned a bright pink. Had Harry really taken a notice of that particular hobby he had? Whenever Harry caught him scribbling at pages as he sat on the couch late into the evening, Severus's only reply were snickers and smirks.
Harry would always ask, "Whatcha writing, Sevvy?" The snickers were innocent but curiosity-breeding.
Finally, Severus decided to relent and tell him. They finished their dinner and made their way to the couch in the living room. Said journal was retrieved from the shelf and opened to the first page. Harry sat himself on his love's lap and slung and arm around his neck.
"Harry, I knew I'd be sharing this with you eventually," Severus said while he flipped to a decent page.
"So Sevvy, you have been having naughty fantasies about you and me!" Harry chirped then placed a kiss on Severus's cheek.
"Well, not exactly fantasies, but still. They're worthy anecdotes from my heart, Harry darling."
Harry cocked his head to the side. "Of what?"
"Things that could've been, dreams, and hopes among other things. But only a few of them are truly magnificent."
Harry's face contorted itself into a coy grin and forced a laugh. He whispered into Severus's ear, "Don't say that. You're completely magnificent—in the lab, in the kitchen, and yes, in bed!"
"Harry!"
But his lips were met with a shushing finger, which was replaced with a gentle kiss. Harry was deeply in love with that man. He couldn't help himself. He allowed his tongue to delve deeper, swirling in the moist warmth that was Sev's mouth. His fingers tangled themselves in the silk that was his long sable locks.
Severus was taken aback and the couch cushions were met with his back. Harry was dominating, the journal left to hit the floor with a gentle thud.
Once they broke for air, Severus managed to say, "Instead of letting you read, how about I show you?"
"The bedroom then?" Harry proposed.
Severus patted Harry's messy black mop. "And the kitchen, the car, shower, and wherever else," he said with a grin.
After another kiss, Harry sweetly bid to the man under him, "And magnificent you are, Sevvy."
