title: The Dungeons pt. II
author: Morian Black
rating: R? Only because...
pairing: Harry/Severus
comments: Decided to make this thing a little series of one-shots, because they are so short. Hmmm...This one has nada to do with the last.
disclaimer: won't ever happen...don't get too attatched. i no own, you no sue. if i'm lying, may i turn blue! forgot to tell all of you young eyes, THIS IS SLASH! ^_^
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He shouldn't be failing. With all of the extra curricular activities he does with the Potions Master after hours it's incredible. Harry decides to change though, it's obvious.
He shows up to class on time, his back erect and his eyes never leave Snape. He makes sure that all of his Potions essays are an inch longer now. Ron thinks he may have been hexed and Hermione is proud. Harry, well Harry...he doesn't get the green slips anymore.
And it's been a week, the Professor seems almost displeased that he hasn't a reason to be dissatisfied with Harry in class. This new found Potter is enervating and frustrating. When Harry steals glances at him in the great hall he notices that Snape never looks up from his goblet, and the Professor has become more pale than previously. The coldness in his eyes is gone, replaced with something that looks like emptiness.
Harry sees himself getting depressed over this. He shouldn't be. He shouldn't be sad because Snape can't punish him. He's free for the first time since this sixth year began.
Still...what will he do every night? After his homework, who has time for him? He doesn't play quidditch anymore, his friends are busy now. Ron and Hermione are dating... Fred and George are gone. Ginny is boy-crazed. Everyone is busy with teenaged things, no one even notices he's there. No one except, Professor Snape. Harry will go and see him, only because he is lonely, and he thinks Snape is lonely too.
He's outside of the Potions office, about to knock. Someones comming up behind him, heels clicking in the hall. Should he hide? Why should he hide? He hasn't done anything...
It's Professor Snape and he sees Harry standing at his office door, one arm poised to knock. There's a light in his eyes for a brief moment, and then it's replaced with the emptiness.
"...Potter? What are you doing down here?" Snape pushes past Harry and unlocks the door. Harry says nothing.
Quaint smells emit from the shelved jars of various ingredients. There's a dim light coming from the single lit sconce - it's drafty, a bit dusty, how Snape likes it. He stands in the doorway which blocks Potter's view, and he scowls.
"Well what do you want? I don't suppose you've done the weekends assignment already?"
It's odd but Harry smiles, and still doesn't speak.
"Potter, I've no time for bloody jokes!" Snape backs into the office and tries to close the door. Harry's foot stops it though.
"What do you think you're doing?" Snape says aloud, looking more axious than angry when Potter invites himself in.
Harry's chancing it when he comes closer to Snape... backing him up as he goes. His grin widens as he does this, and Snape ends up nudged into a chair. He looks at Potter, no longer suprised but livid. There's a flame behind his eyes and he growls.
The Professor tries to stand, but Harry pushes him back into the chair with little effort. Harry must be a fool because this is overdoing it. He leans over and suddenly crushes his lips against Snape's.
...and Snape never resists. Instead, he wraps his arms around Harry's waist, and breaks the kiss. He stare's deeply at Potter who's green eyes are dancing with excitement. It takes the Professor a moment to speak, to get his breath.
"This isn't extra credit Potter." His voice is low, and almost sultry. He releases Harry and stands.
"I know..." The teenaged boy gazes into his dark eyes.
~*~*~*~*~*~~~~~~~~~~
The moon is high above in the night sky, and the dungeons are still cold. The Potions master rises from his bed and stands over a sleeping Harry Potter. He pulls the sheet over the boy's figure and whispers into his ear. "Goodnight, Harry."
Snape turns his back on him to blow out a candle, and Harry smiles.
.end.
Very weird, yes? Ahhh...it didn't turn out as I'd hoped :( but never the less...please comment!!!
author: Morian Black
rating: R? Only because...
pairing: Harry/Severus
comments: Decided to make this thing a little series of one-shots, because they are so short. Hmmm...This one has nada to do with the last.
disclaimer: won't ever happen...don't get too attatched. i no own, you no sue. if i'm lying, may i turn blue! forgot to tell all of you young eyes, THIS IS SLASH! ^_^
~------------------------~
He shouldn't be failing. With all of the extra curricular activities he does with the Potions Master after hours it's incredible. Harry decides to change though, it's obvious.
He shows up to class on time, his back erect and his eyes never leave Snape. He makes sure that all of his Potions essays are an inch longer now. Ron thinks he may have been hexed and Hermione is proud. Harry, well Harry...he doesn't get the green slips anymore.
And it's been a week, the Professor seems almost displeased that he hasn't a reason to be dissatisfied with Harry in class. This new found Potter is enervating and frustrating. When Harry steals glances at him in the great hall he notices that Snape never looks up from his goblet, and the Professor has become more pale than previously. The coldness in his eyes is gone, replaced with something that looks like emptiness.
Harry sees himself getting depressed over this. He shouldn't be. He shouldn't be sad because Snape can't punish him. He's free for the first time since this sixth year began.
Still...what will he do every night? After his homework, who has time for him? He doesn't play quidditch anymore, his friends are busy now. Ron and Hermione are dating... Fred and George are gone. Ginny is boy-crazed. Everyone is busy with teenaged things, no one even notices he's there. No one except, Professor Snape. Harry will go and see him, only because he is lonely, and he thinks Snape is lonely too.
He's outside of the Potions office, about to knock. Someones comming up behind him, heels clicking in the hall. Should he hide? Why should he hide? He hasn't done anything...
It's Professor Snape and he sees Harry standing at his office door, one arm poised to knock. There's a light in his eyes for a brief moment, and then it's replaced with the emptiness.
"...Potter? What are you doing down here?" Snape pushes past Harry and unlocks the door. Harry says nothing.
Quaint smells emit from the shelved jars of various ingredients. There's a dim light coming from the single lit sconce - it's drafty, a bit dusty, how Snape likes it. He stands in the doorway which blocks Potter's view, and he scowls.
"Well what do you want? I don't suppose you've done the weekends assignment already?"
It's odd but Harry smiles, and still doesn't speak.
"Potter, I've no time for bloody jokes!" Snape backs into the office and tries to close the door. Harry's foot stops it though.
"What do you think you're doing?" Snape says aloud, looking more axious than angry when Potter invites himself in.
Harry's chancing it when he comes closer to Snape... backing him up as he goes. His grin widens as he does this, and Snape ends up nudged into a chair. He looks at Potter, no longer suprised but livid. There's a flame behind his eyes and he growls.
The Professor tries to stand, but Harry pushes him back into the chair with little effort. Harry must be a fool because this is overdoing it. He leans over and suddenly crushes his lips against Snape's.
...and Snape never resists. Instead, he wraps his arms around Harry's waist, and breaks the kiss. He stare's deeply at Potter who's green eyes are dancing with excitement. It takes the Professor a moment to speak, to get his breath.
"This isn't extra credit Potter." His voice is low, and almost sultry. He releases Harry and stands.
"I know..." The teenaged boy gazes into his dark eyes.
~*~*~*~*~*~~~~~~~~~~
The moon is high above in the night sky, and the dungeons are still cold. The Potions master rises from his bed and stands over a sleeping Harry Potter. He pulls the sheet over the boy's figure and whispers into his ear. "Goodnight, Harry."
Snape turns his back on him to blow out a candle, and Harry smiles.
Very weird, yes? Ahhh...it didn't turn out as I'd hoped :( but never the less...please comment!!!