Miscellany-i Mistletoe

~A Heap Of Christmas Ficlets/Drabbles~

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the associated characters.

Pairing/s: Harry/Severus

Warnings: Language, slash, femmeslash, hetero, some characters may kiss around ;]

Summary: It's Christmas time at Hogwarts and there's some enchanted Mistletoe about. Damn Dumbledore for charming a locking spell on those whom are caught. COMPLETELY AU. Dumbledore, Sirius, Cedric, etc. HAVE NOT DIED. YOU CAN SUGGEST/REQUEST PAIRINGS!

Day Four – Problems In Potions

"Damn it, Potter," Severus snarls stalking down the row of cauldrons to the student in question. "How hard is it to make a simple grease removing potion?" the raven haired boy shudders with repressed laughter.

"Well, if you're a Potions Master, why don't you make your own grease removing potion," the class looks at the Golden Boy, shocked. "I mean, we all know you need it," he reaches up to touch Severus' hair, recoiling at the greasy feel of it.

"Detention, Potter," he turns to stride back to the front of the class. "You have no right – what the…" he turns sharply back to Harry and looks at the ceiling. Yep, there it is, another blasted mistletoe. He would have to kill Dumbledore for this.

"Surely this can't be right…" the quiet voice of Hermione whispers. Rules were rules. Teachers and students could not do this sort of thing! Especially seeing as Harry is only 16, if he were 17 or 18, it might be ok, but not while he's 16!

"Professor Dumbledore would have made sure they will capture people within a reasonable age range," Severus snarls roughly, folding his arms across his chest. Harry glares back at him, trying to work out a way to get out, without having to kiss Snape. Kissing Malfoy was bad enough.

"There's gotta be a way around it," Harry murmurs to himself. "Just have to work it out…" Severus' eyes linger for a moment on the teens lips as he speaks. Full and pink, just begging to be kissed.

"DAMN IT, ALBUS DUMBLEDORE!" he shouts suddenly. Another charm, that if you don't act, it becomes desirable. He could see similar thoughts forming in Harry's mind. Sweet and innocent, just the way Severus likes them… "NO!" but it's a lost battle, he's already in front of the teen.

Harry blushes as Severus' long fingers cradle his face, gently manoeuvring the two of them into a chaste kiss. For a moment both men forget their hatred of one another and just enjoy the sweet kiss.

"Ew," the aristocratic voice of Draco snaps the two of them from the moment. Harry glares harshly at the older man, who in turn sneers and walks back to the front of the room.

Another charm, Albus, what on earth are you thinking?