"It can be a fun, non-competitive sport."
"No."
"It's good for your coordination."
"No."
"It's good for your health."
"My health is perfectly adequate."
"It's awfully fun."
Severus turned to Harry and gave him a baleful stare. "Fun?" Harry's conviction seemed to waver under the obsidian gaze.
"Fun. Come on, I'm sure you'll love it."
"I'm sure I won't, Potter." Snape's use of Harry's surname did not bode well for Harry's cause. Perhaps wheedling was in order. He slipped into the older man's lap, Severus moving his book hastily out of the way, barely avoiding having his lover crush any of the pages in the valuable tome. "Potter!" he cried, his voice exasperated but yet tender as his eyes met Harry's.
Harry took the opportunity to snuggle in a little.
"Please?" he fixed a petulant expression on his face. "It's been so long since I've been flying. Not--not since Hogwarts, truly." Harry's eyes widened in what he hoped was an irresistable puppy-dog expression.
"Not since--you're not serious, are you?" Severus brushed a stray lock of black hair back from Harry's forehead, looking concerned. "You used to love it so much."
Harry looked uncomfortable and tried to edge off Severus' lap, but the Professor caught him and held him there. "Harry?" he asked.
"Quidditch... there didn't seem so much point to it, what with the war and all." Harry looked so petulant, Severus just had to lean forward and kiss him gently.
"Go get the broomsticks, Harry."
"You sure?"
"Yes, Harry." Severus hugged his former student tightly. Harry snuggled into his lover's shoulder, hiding a smile. He had won again.
"No."
"It's good for your coordination."
"No."
"It's good for your health."
"My health is perfectly adequate."
"It's awfully fun."
Severus turned to Harry and gave him a baleful stare. "Fun?" Harry's conviction seemed to waver under the obsidian gaze.
"Fun. Come on, I'm sure you'll love it."
"I'm sure I won't, Potter." Snape's use of Harry's surname did not bode well for Harry's cause. Perhaps wheedling was in order. He slipped into the older man's lap, Severus moving his book hastily out of the way, barely avoiding having his lover crush any of the pages in the valuable tome. "Potter!" he cried, his voice exasperated but yet tender as his eyes met Harry's.
Harry took the opportunity to snuggle in a little.
"Please?" he fixed a petulant expression on his face. "It's been so long since I've been flying. Not--not since Hogwarts, truly." Harry's eyes widened in what he hoped was an irresistable puppy-dog expression.
"Not since--you're not serious, are you?" Severus brushed a stray lock of black hair back from Harry's forehead, looking concerned. "You used to love it so much."
Harry looked uncomfortable and tried to edge off Severus' lap, but the Professor caught him and held him there. "Harry?" he asked.
"Quidditch... there didn't seem so much point to it, what with the war and all." Harry looked so petulant, Severus just had to lean forward and kiss him gently.
"Go get the broomsticks, Harry."
"You sure?"
"Yes, Harry." Severus hugged his former student tightly. Harry snuggled into his lover's shoulder, hiding a smile. He had won again.
