The Trouble with Potters

Part I

An Interlude in the Tricks and Treat Universe

Author: Richan

Pairing: SS/HP

Rating: PG-13 at the most for the drabble series.

Disclaimer: Hey, I remembered to say that I don't own the yummy, delish boys of HP. That would be a person who's far richer than I am.

This is spoiling all the books through GoF (OotP? As if I would be following that book any time soon), and spoiling Harry and Sev as well. Fluffy.

Drabbles written on words given at the After Class group.

Word: Shunt

Harry settled back into the comfortable cushions. He had forgotten just how comfortable the seats were on the Hogwarts Express. He was tempted to let his eyes close, but he would wait until Sev came into the compartment.

The potions master just *had* to check and make sure that no students were getting into trouble under his watch.

The two of them had drawn the task of keeping an eye on the students for the trip home for the summer holidays. It was onerous in Severus' opinion, but Harry had embraced the chance to leave Hogwarts. He had managed to persuade his husband that a vacation would be very good for the both of them, especially if they told no one they knew exactly where they were going.

It meant two blissful weeks that would start after the last student left the train - there were Ministry witches and wizards there for children who couldn't get picked up straight away, so that wasn't part of their responsibilities. Once they were able to leave, Harry and Severus would take a train to Dover, take another train through the Chunnel the next day, and then travel to Rome, then Athens.

The compartment door opened to reveal Severus, who turned off the lights and sealed the door shut.

There was a tired, smiling kiss in greeting.

"Remind me to hex the hat when he draw duties next year."

"Rather go to Hogsmeade, then?"

A dark glare was seen in the compartment, even in the growing darkness.

"It is inane remarks like that which make me question the wisdom of marriage."

A loud smacking of lips sounded.

"I thought it was my hot body and... didn't you call it my 'wicked' tongue?"

A gusty sigh swept through the compartment.

"So I did."

A pause in speaking, in which the only thing heard is a rustling of clothes and the soft ping of a button flying.

"Sev?"

"Hm?" Muffled.

"How long -" groan " - can we stay -" pant " - on the train?"

"Don't have to get off in London." A loud smack of lips. "They shunt the Express to Cambridge for the uni students."

Moan. Soft grunt.

"Talk too much."

Lips smacking. Heavy breathing.

"Oh, right there!"

A knock sounded on the compartment door.

"Professor Snape? Professor Potter?"

Silence.

"Creevey." A growl low in the throat of the dreaded potions master. "I suggest you find a way to deal with this yourself. You are the exiting Head Boy, correct?"

A loud gulp on the other side of the compartment door.

"Y - yes, sir."

"Then do so."

Stifled heavy breaths in the compartment until the sounds of several confused pairs of feet fade away.

"Too close."

Clothes rustle again.

"I suggest we wait to do this again until we are out of the country."

"Hey, Sev?"

A groan in defeat.

"What now?"

"I love you."

A soft sigh.

"As if I could NOT love you, brat."