Authors Note: Here we have a random Snarry drabble. There is no real plot or back story to this, it just stands as it is. As will anything else that might get posted here eventually.

This is my first time posting, and I am extremely nervous. I wouldn't be posting, but I was talked into it. Nevertheless I would like to thank Yen Girl. She inspires me, betas all my work, encourages me no end and helps me all the many times I get suck (this wouldn't even have an end without her). If you haven't read her work before then you should, it's excellent :-)

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Teasing

"Yuh know…" Harry trailed off, staring at his reflection in the mirror.

"Know what, Potter?" Snape snapped. He hated it when Gryffindors showed their inability to think before speaking like a normal human being.

"Most of the students here are convinced you're a vampire. Even the ones who don't think you are a bat animagus or summart."

"Something, Potter. I know you only possess Gryffyindor levels of intelligence, but at least try to speak properly."

"Right," Harry said, obviously ignoring the criticism. "Anyway, loads of people think you're a vampire."

Snape raised his eyebrow. "Is that so?"

"Yeah," Harry said vaguely, still staring at the mirror. "Prob'ly got something to do with the way you swoop around your dungeon like a malevolent bat."

"Indeed," Snape said dryly. "Your point being?"

Harry frowned to himself. "I think they might be right. About the vampire thing I mean, not the bat bit."

"Oh, really? And why is that exactly?" Snape had a feeling he knew where this was headed and had to work hard to keep a straight face. Sure enough, when Harry turned to face him, he had a cheeky grin on his face.

"Just look at what you've done to my neck," he said, pointing to several rather impressive love bites.

"Is that a complaint, Potter?" Snape asked mildly.

"You do realise I have classes to go to, right? My mates aren't blind."

Snape smirked.

"Funny, I don't recall hearing you complain last night. In fact, I got quite a different impression."

He'd lowered his voice to a devastatingly sexy drawl that was guaranteed to melt anyone.

Harry's face flamed even as goosebumps broke out over his skin at Snape's tone. Oh Merlin, what had he said last night? He could never quite remember, but he always knew it was embarrassing by the light of day. It was always the same, Severus knew exactly how to make him lose control and say things and make sounds that made him flush with mortification whenever he thought about them.

Snape chuckled as Harry squirmed in obvious embarrassment. Harry scowled at him, his blush deepening.

"Shut up," he snapped, "it's all your fault, anyway."

"Thank you," Snape replied, taking the accusation as a well deserved compliment.

"Don't mock me, you overgrown bat!"

"I'm not mocking you, you over emotional Hufflepuff!"

"Yes, you are!"

"OK, that time I was," Snape admitted.

Harry blinked. When he couldn't think of anything else to say in return, he snorted and stormed out of the room.

Snape moved closer to the mirror and smirked at the small love bite he saw on his own neck. He debated whether or not to tell Potter of a simple cover up spell he knew and then decided not to. The love bites were actually a token of affection. If Potter didn't even know that, then he deserved to walk around with Snape's love tokens adorning his neck.