Rapunzel, Rapunzel
"If that is the ladder by which one mounts, I too will try my fortune. "
"Really, Potter?" Snape drawled, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Harry had the grace to blush even as he tried to play coy.
"What?"
"You know what. Quoting Rapunzel?"
"I-I, well…so what if I did quote a fairy tale. It was appropriate," Harry huffed.
"Really?" Snape's shrewd eyes narrowed. "To what were you referring to, Mr. Potter?"
"Your…hair?"
One raven eyebrow arched elegantly. "Truly?"
"Well…." Harry looked over his lover's deliciously naked body and shivered in delight-filled anticipation. "Maybe not."