TITLE: Trial and Error
AUTHOR: Harmony Marguerite
SUMMERY: This is what my brain spewed out while trying to write for the From Dusk Til Dawn fest. All begin with "Old enough for what exactly, Mr. Potter." All are SS/HP. Two are not completed, the third is what went up to the site. Enjoy.
PAIRINGS: SS/HP
WARNINGS: I've been told that drinking while reading my fics can be a health hazard. Be careful. Your brain may be injured.
RATING: PG-13
FEEDBACK: harmonymarguerite@yahoo.com
NOTES: Part of From Dusk til Dawn -Harry Potter/Severus Snape Fuh-Q-Fest at http://www.kardasi.com/HPSS
NOTES 2: Kitty.... sigh. You know. We can't do this anymore, I keep getting evil images...
CHALLENGE: First line challenge: "Old enough for what exactly, Mr. Potter."
Truth or Dare.
by Harmony Marguerite
Humor
"Old enough for what exactly, Mr. Potter." Snape sneered.
Harry briefly looked at Snape from over the rim of his mug, decided it wasn't worth talking about, and went back to reading his magazine.
"Come now Severus." McGonagal broke in. "Harry is a member of our staff. He is old enough to join us in our annual 'I Hate Valentine's Day Because I'm Single' party. That makes him old enough to drink and join in all the games we play." She leveled a look at him. "ALL the games, Severus."
Snape rolled his eyes. He knew he was in for it now, but couldn't really bring himself to care. He'd just skip that damn party, no one would notice.
Harry had looked up at the mention of games. "What do you play, Minerva?"
Snape felt a grudging respect for the young man. It had taken Harry eight months to finally call his ex-Professors bu their first name. Snape had managed it by the end of his first year teaching.
"We play truth or dare, of course." She smiled at him.
"That sounds like a lot of fun." Harry smiled back with what Snape thought was all the excitement of a youth who has yet to realize his teachers were sadistic fuckers.
Maybe Snape would come to the party. Just to watch the train wreck, of course.
****
Harry decided that the teachers' version of truth or dare was more interesting than the version they had played as students. This came to him as he was racing McGonagal... err, Minerva, around the room hopping on one leg.
He had found out right away that the teachers had one extra rule in their game: Whoever gave the dare also had to participate in it someway. Which was the reason Hooch and Sprout were still launched in a drinking contest, a steady pile of bottles building up next to them.
Harry collapsed in his chair, barely making it before Minerva got to hers. She laughed, waving hand. "Your turn Harry."
Looking around the room to see who was not still involved in a lingering dare, his eyes caught Snape's, who was glaring.
"Snape, Truth or Dare?" Harry asked, an idea forming in his head.
"Dare." Snape answered, with a clearly challenging look.
Harry grinned. "I dare you to dress as a female ballet dancer, in a pink tutu, and dance a routine with me. I'll be dressed as a male ballet dancer."
The room went silent, and Snape paled. Even those who were occupied paused, and looked over.
"And," Harry added. "You can't sneer or glare while doing it. You have to look happy." He stood and held out a hand to Snape. "Shall we? I think Minerva can transfigure something appropriate for us to wear."
Snape ignored his hand, and stood, glaring. Harry ignored him to look at Minerva and nod. Before he knew it, he was wearing a loose fitting light green shirt with matching tights and ballet shoes. The tights were a little uncomfortable. However, looking at Snape made everything worth it.
It was pink. The leotard had no sleeves, revealing muscular, if pale, arms and a muscular chest. The man was built, why did he have to hide such a wonderful body! He wore a stereotypical tutu that stuck almost straight out, with the matching tights and toe shoes that tied around his knees. Harry couldn't help himself, and collapsed laughing.
"Can we get this over with?" Snape asked, with a look on his face that was almost pathetic.
"A-alright." Harry gasped, holding his stomach. "But no sneering."
Snape bowed his head, then looked up with a grin. Harry blinked. It was an odd picture at that. Shaking his head, he took Snape's hand, and they began.
They kept to the basic moves, Harry twirling him about. Snape was still bigger than him, so lifts were out of the question. It was hard for Harry to keep a straight face with nape looking like that and having that ridiculous grin on his face. Finally, Snape separated from him and leapt across the room, grinning like a madman.
Harry lost it, and was rolling on the floor. Thankfully, he wasn't alone, and was joined by half the staff, laughing at the Potions Professor.
Snape sneered at all of them, and transfigured his clothes back as soon as he could find his wand. With a glance around the room, he cried "Filius! Truth or Dare!"
The game went on.
****
Snape collapsed in his chair, breathing heavily. He knew by now to never accept a dare from Minerva, he did he always say dare? She always had to race someone. However, now, it was his turn. He leveled his gaze on Harry, who turned white when he saw the smirk on his teachers face. "Truth or Dare, Potter."
Harry swallowed hard. "D-dare."
"I dare you to dress as a female flamenco dancer, and dance the Tango with me."
Green eyes wide, Harry slowly stood, looking to Minerva for his costume. She looked him up and down, and with a glance to Snape, raised her wand with a smile.
It wasn't quite a flamenco dress. It was low cut, sleeveless dark red dress with a skirt that only reached mid thigh. Snape raise an eyebrow. "Does he really need breasts?" He asked, eyes taking in Harry's magnificent body hungrily.
Harry looked down into the front of the dress and began pulling out socks. "Thanks, no." He said, throwing them on the floor. "Lets get this over with."
Snape stepped over the unconscious body of Sprout, grabbing a rose from a vase nearby on his way. He put the rose in his mouth, and twirled Harry into him.
"Indeed." He said around the flower, and whirled the other man around the room.
They ended in the center of the room, the final move being Snape dipping Harry. On impulse, he lowered his mouth to the younger man's lips, but pulled away quickly, leaving the rose in Harry's mouth.
"Now we're even." He said.
The game continued.
*TBC???? I really have no idea folks.....*
AUTHOR: Harmony Marguerite
SUMMERY: This is what my brain spewed out while trying to write for the From Dusk Til Dawn fest. All begin with "Old enough for what exactly, Mr. Potter." All are SS/HP. Two are not completed, the third is what went up to the site. Enjoy.
PAIRINGS: SS/HP
WARNINGS: I've been told that drinking while reading my fics can be a health hazard. Be careful. Your brain may be injured.
RATING: PG-13
FEEDBACK: harmonymarguerite@yahoo.com
NOTES: Part of From Dusk til Dawn -Harry Potter/Severus Snape Fuh-Q-Fest at http://www.kardasi.com/HPSS
NOTES 2: Kitty.... sigh. You know. We can't do this anymore, I keep getting evil images...
CHALLENGE: First line challenge: "Old enough for what exactly, Mr. Potter."
Truth or Dare.
by Harmony Marguerite
Humor
"Old enough for what exactly, Mr. Potter." Snape sneered.
Harry briefly looked at Snape from over the rim of his mug, decided it wasn't worth talking about, and went back to reading his magazine.
"Come now Severus." McGonagal broke in. "Harry is a member of our staff. He is old enough to join us in our annual 'I Hate Valentine's Day Because I'm Single' party. That makes him old enough to drink and join in all the games we play." She leveled a look at him. "ALL the games, Severus."
Snape rolled his eyes. He knew he was in for it now, but couldn't really bring himself to care. He'd just skip that damn party, no one would notice.
Harry had looked up at the mention of games. "What do you play, Minerva?"
Snape felt a grudging respect for the young man. It had taken Harry eight months to finally call his ex-Professors bu their first name. Snape had managed it by the end of his first year teaching.
"We play truth or dare, of course." She smiled at him.
"That sounds like a lot of fun." Harry smiled back with what Snape thought was all the excitement of a youth who has yet to realize his teachers were sadistic fuckers.
Maybe Snape would come to the party. Just to watch the train wreck, of course.
****
Harry decided that the teachers' version of truth or dare was more interesting than the version they had played as students. This came to him as he was racing McGonagal... err, Minerva, around the room hopping on one leg.
He had found out right away that the teachers had one extra rule in their game: Whoever gave the dare also had to participate in it someway. Which was the reason Hooch and Sprout were still launched in a drinking contest, a steady pile of bottles building up next to them.
Harry collapsed in his chair, barely making it before Minerva got to hers. She laughed, waving hand. "Your turn Harry."
Looking around the room to see who was not still involved in a lingering dare, his eyes caught Snape's, who was glaring.
"Snape, Truth or Dare?" Harry asked, an idea forming in his head.
"Dare." Snape answered, with a clearly challenging look.
Harry grinned. "I dare you to dress as a female ballet dancer, in a pink tutu, and dance a routine with me. I'll be dressed as a male ballet dancer."
The room went silent, and Snape paled. Even those who were occupied paused, and looked over.
"And," Harry added. "You can't sneer or glare while doing it. You have to look happy." He stood and held out a hand to Snape. "Shall we? I think Minerva can transfigure something appropriate for us to wear."
Snape ignored his hand, and stood, glaring. Harry ignored him to look at Minerva and nod. Before he knew it, he was wearing a loose fitting light green shirt with matching tights and ballet shoes. The tights were a little uncomfortable. However, looking at Snape made everything worth it.
It was pink. The leotard had no sleeves, revealing muscular, if pale, arms and a muscular chest. The man was built, why did he have to hide such a wonderful body! He wore a stereotypical tutu that stuck almost straight out, with the matching tights and toe shoes that tied around his knees. Harry couldn't help himself, and collapsed laughing.
"Can we get this over with?" Snape asked, with a look on his face that was almost pathetic.
"A-alright." Harry gasped, holding his stomach. "But no sneering."
Snape bowed his head, then looked up with a grin. Harry blinked. It was an odd picture at that. Shaking his head, he took Snape's hand, and they began.
They kept to the basic moves, Harry twirling him about. Snape was still bigger than him, so lifts were out of the question. It was hard for Harry to keep a straight face with nape looking like that and having that ridiculous grin on his face. Finally, Snape separated from him and leapt across the room, grinning like a madman.
Harry lost it, and was rolling on the floor. Thankfully, he wasn't alone, and was joined by half the staff, laughing at the Potions Professor.
Snape sneered at all of them, and transfigured his clothes back as soon as he could find his wand. With a glance around the room, he cried "Filius! Truth or Dare!"
The game went on.
****
Snape collapsed in his chair, breathing heavily. He knew by now to never accept a dare from Minerva, he did he always say dare? She always had to race someone. However, now, it was his turn. He leveled his gaze on Harry, who turned white when he saw the smirk on his teachers face. "Truth or Dare, Potter."
Harry swallowed hard. "D-dare."
"I dare you to dress as a female flamenco dancer, and dance the Tango with me."
Green eyes wide, Harry slowly stood, looking to Minerva for his costume. She looked him up and down, and with a glance to Snape, raised her wand with a smile.
It wasn't quite a flamenco dress. It was low cut, sleeveless dark red dress with a skirt that only reached mid thigh. Snape raise an eyebrow. "Does he really need breasts?" He asked, eyes taking in Harry's magnificent body hungrily.
Harry looked down into the front of the dress and began pulling out socks. "Thanks, no." He said, throwing them on the floor. "Lets get this over with."
Snape stepped over the unconscious body of Sprout, grabbing a rose from a vase nearby on his way. He put the rose in his mouth, and twirled Harry into him.
"Indeed." He said around the flower, and whirled the other man around the room.
They ended in the center of the room, the final move being Snape dipping Harry. On impulse, he lowered his mouth to the younger man's lips, but pulled away quickly, leaving the rose in Harry's mouth.
"Now we're even." He said.
The game continued.
*TBC???? I really have no idea folks.....*