SUSPECT
A/N: To my tablemate: For being my smart tablemate and source of zibei-ness and SNARRY-shipper :3
Pairing: Snape x Harry
Fic type: Drabble
Challenge word: Suspect
Plotline: Snape collects homework to mark. Nothing suspicious, right? Think again.
Snape eyed the class warily, debating within whether to patrol the class. It was the last class of the day, and he was looking forward to a nice soak in his tub and a potion-induced dreamless sleep. However, he landed himself with a Gyffindor/Slytherin double period. He decided against it for the moment, and instead contented himself by glaring at the Potter boy from time to time, daring him to pick a fight with the pale blond sitting just across the room. No fight started, but before long, he was compeled to tear himself from his chair to check on the class. This potion was not supposed to give off a suspicious pink mist like that.
Snape glided towards the cauldron, which was bubbling a thick hot-pink goo. He looked down at the person responsible for the offending substance in his dungeon.
Harry looked back at him innocently, his eyes missing the usual defiant streak. His face was also shimmering a pink glow quite unlike him, reflecting the cauldron's contents. Snape glanced into the pots contents. One would almost hallucinate a unicorn - one of those cute fluffy ones from Muggle fantasy studies - to jump out of the cauldron, along with butterflies and other sickeningly lovely creatures. However, a rush happiness overtook his senses as he tried not to retch at the disgusting sight. Great, now he was becoming an oxymoron. Snape vowed to remove as much points he could, legally, from Gryffindor by the end of this day.
"Ten points from Gryffindor, Potter," He spat nastily, "What were we supposed to make today?"
Harry threw back a flippant response. "A calming potion from the sap of the Bonbon tree and some other ingredients." Snape frowned upon his ambiguous answer.
"What color is it supposed to be?"
"Pink." He was a compulsive liar. Even Neville Longbottom, the notorious Potions failure, was acheiving the same hue of potion as Hermione Granger and Blaise Zabini, who were having a diluted turqoise liquid by then.
"Twenty points from Gryffindor." Snape raised his wand slightly. Harry, distraught, tried to justify for his potion.
"Sna- Sir, I added a relaxant into the potion. I've done research on this potion, sir. Adding relaxants does not affect the potion in any way."
Snape lowered his wand. "Just for the color?"
Harry bit his lower lip. "Just the color."
"Fifty points from Gryffindor, Potter, for being gay." The school bell chimed for the end of the school day. Snape, wishing to have nothing more to do with the class, snapped.
"Bottle and label that. Next time, do not put other ingredients before hand, or I will see to that."
Harry hurriedly scribbled on a tube and deposited it at the holder in front. Snape tried hard to ignore the essence of pure love he whiffed from the potion, and moved on to the next student.
A/N: :D YAY FOR SNARRY. Actually, I wasn't so fond of cross-gen fics, but I just had to write this one. For you, tablemate :D