Just A Dream
"God, I hate Snape!!!" Harry shouted when he got back to the common room.
"Cheer up Harry. It's not like he was any different than usual," Ron said to his frustrated friend.
"He flippin' gave me THREE weeks of detention."
"I suppose that's a week worse than usual. You didn't really do anything. HE was the one who tripped on your bag. Look at it this way - you got to HUMILIATE Snape..." Harry smiled at his friend in spite of himself. "...Fred and George've been tryin' that for years, they haven't done that yet but still manage to get more detention's from Snape than the whole school put together!!!"
" Suppose your right," Harry said, considerably happier.
"Harry," Hermione said, "You should go for a lie down if you have a late detention!" "I will. I'm tired anyway."
"5 minutes late Potter. You should keep better track of the time. I not going to waste your detention by giving you a lecture on punctuality. However, you WILL stay back to make up for being late.""Yes, Professor Snape, Sir" Harry said through gritted teeth.
"You can start by cleaning out the cauldrons, then you can search the room for the rest of Longbottoms cauldron - without the use of magic," he sneered.
"Yes, Sir" "Greasy git" he muttered.
"What was that?" Snape snapped.
He couldn't have heard that. He must have hyper sensitive ears "Eh, nothing, Sir."
"Another week of detention for lying."
After what seemed like hours of scrubbing and muttering on the other side of the room, Harry suddenly chuckled to himself. I can't believe I thought of the words 'hyper' and 'sensitive' to describe Snape.
"It's nothing," he told his partner, who was wearing his poca-dot boxers. "Did anyone ever tell you, you look great in boxers?"
"Yeah. You did, Harry."
"Oh, yeah. Of course you look sexy in anything, specially tight leather pants."
"Naughty," said a 24 year old Severus Snape, "So, bad dream?"
"Not so much bad as WEIRD."
And Harry proceeded to tell his lover the weird dream with some weird kids named Ron and Hermione.
The End
"So you thought I was a 'greasy git'? That's nice!" Severus looked hurt.
"Come on Sev, it was just a dream. Does this mean you won't be wearing those black leather pants tomorrow night?"
SMACK
Severus just gave him a slap across the face. "You better get a blanket. The couch gets pretty cold."
The End
Severus was reaching in the closet for a pillow when... Harry started kissing him on the neck and whispering "Come on, Sev. You know I love you." This was his weak spot. Harry moved to the other side of his neck and slipped his arms around Severus's waist, running his hands up his chest. "Can't you keep me warm?" He was moving up his neck.
Severus let out a moan. "Okay, okay. I'm too tired to argue!"
"Thanks, babe," Harry said as Severus turned around to kiss him. "By the way, Sev, you should leave your hair grow out. You could tie it back. You'd be even sexier, trust me!!!" They moved back to bed where Harry wouldn't let Severus get any sleep.
And if anyone made it to here I'm sorry I got a bit carried away. Now, without further a due I give you.........
The End
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