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."
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Happy Bunny Harry
Harmony Marguerite
This is what went up.
"Old enough for what exactly, Mr. Potter?" Professor Severus Snape stated, loud enough for many around him at Hogwarts Valentines Dance to pause and stare.
Harry sighed, having just spent the last hour explaining old enough for what. You see, Harry was now seventeen, legal, in many minds at least. Soon he would be graduating, and leaving Hogwarts for what may very well be forever. With that in mind, Harry thought he was old enough to give Snape the goodbye Harry felt he deserved.
But Snape just didn't seem to be understanding.
Perhaps Harry had rambled and stuttered a little too long.
Sighing again, Harry grabbed Snape by the lapels, Dumbledore having decided the dance to be Muggle themed, and pulled Snape closer to him. "Old enough for this, you greasy bastard." And Harry proceeded to snog the older man senseless.
Or at least, as senseless as Slytherins get. It's more of a shocked silence, really.
When Snape realized exactly what was happening, or at least, who was attached to his hips, he pushed the odd extension to his body away. Hard.
The odd extension, also known in another life as Harry Potter, landed on it's ass and grinned happily up at the crowd of gaping and gasping spectators and an oddly tomato shaded Snape. Harry began bouncing from side to side, still sitting, mind you, muttering something under his breath on each bounce.
"What the hell was that?" Snape yelled, face now reaching an unattractive Weasley red that really did nothing for his complexion. "And what are you muttering?"
This time the words were audible. "Happy, happy, happy!" He cried, still bouncing and grinning like the idiotic Gryffindor he is.
Crickets were heard chirping.
The band dropped a few instruments, killing the crickets.
McGonagal had to sit down as a fly flew into Ron's open mouth.
Snape blinked, purple now rising onto his face. It really was an interesting look on him, but I wouldn't suggest it for every day wear. "Potter." He drawled, attempting to be frighteningly quiet, but only really achieving a sexy bedroom voice that only Snape can hit. "What. Are. You. Doing?"
Harry stopped bouncing, eyes glazed. He looked up and blinked, drooling just a little. "Ahh…" He sighed happily, beginning to rock slightly. "Do that again, it's so sexy!"
Snape blinked, and the events of the last few minuets caught up with him.
He fainted.
Confused, Harry poked the unconscious body of his true love. When he realized the other was not going to wake anytime soon, an evil look passed over his face. He stood abruptly, picking up the other man under the arms.
"Excuse me everyone. I believe Professor Snape will be more comfortable in his own rooms, so I'll return him to them. I think I'll help him recover." With that said, Harry dragged Snape out of the Great Hall.
There was silence until Ron stepped forward, spitting out a fly that had somehow tried to fly down his throat. "H-Harry? I…. Th-that had to be the most disturbing thing I've ever seen in my life."
Draco Malfoy moved next to him, sliding an arm around the young Weasley's shoulders and covertly spraying breath freshener in the red heads mouth. Draco had not missed the fly. "Don't worry Ron," He murmured in a seductive voice. Oh! Someone's been taking lessons from Snape! "I'll help you understand."
Ron turned to look at his… enemy… not realizing that the blond was very close to his face. "I think I under… Mmph!"
Draco had kissed Ron, effectively shutting him up and saving the rest of us from having to listen to his whining. Unfortunately, Ron could still make noise. Noise like "Mmph?! Mmm?? Mmm…" The last was a moan as Ron finally closed his eyes and surrendered to the Slytherin Sex Prince.
Dumbledore stood, clapping his hands. "Everyone! Let's dance."
Hermione fainted and spent the next month in bed.
The only thing Snape said upon waking was: "Greasy bastard?"
Harry was forced to apologize, and they were not seen for the rest of the week.
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."
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Happy Bunny Harry
Harmony Marguerite
This is what went up.
"Old enough for what exactly, Mr. Potter?" Professor Severus Snape stated, loud enough for many around him at Hogwarts Valentines Dance to pause and stare.
Harry sighed, having just spent the last hour explaining old enough for what. You see, Harry was now seventeen, legal, in many minds at least. Soon he would be graduating, and leaving Hogwarts for what may very well be forever. With that in mind, Harry thought he was old enough to give Snape the goodbye Harry felt he deserved.
But Snape just didn't seem to be understanding.
Perhaps Harry had rambled and stuttered a little too long.
Sighing again, Harry grabbed Snape by the lapels, Dumbledore having decided the dance to be Muggle themed, and pulled Snape closer to him. "Old enough for this, you greasy bastard." And Harry proceeded to snog the older man senseless.
Or at least, as senseless as Slytherins get. It's more of a shocked silence, really.
When Snape realized exactly what was happening, or at least, who was attached to his hips, he pushed the odd extension to his body away. Hard.
The odd extension, also known in another life as Harry Potter, landed on it's ass and grinned happily up at the crowd of gaping and gasping spectators and an oddly tomato shaded Snape. Harry began bouncing from side to side, still sitting, mind you, muttering something under his breath on each bounce.
"What the hell was that?" Snape yelled, face now reaching an unattractive Weasley red that really did nothing for his complexion. "And what are you muttering?"
This time the words were audible. "Happy, happy, happy!" He cried, still bouncing and grinning like the idiotic Gryffindor he is.
Crickets were heard chirping.
The band dropped a few instruments, killing the crickets.
McGonagal had to sit down as a fly flew into Ron's open mouth.
Snape blinked, purple now rising onto his face. It really was an interesting look on him, but I wouldn't suggest it for every day wear. "Potter." He drawled, attempting to be frighteningly quiet, but only really achieving a sexy bedroom voice that only Snape can hit. "What. Are. You. Doing?"
Harry stopped bouncing, eyes glazed. He looked up and blinked, drooling just a little. "Ahh…" He sighed happily, beginning to rock slightly. "Do that again, it's so sexy!"
Snape blinked, and the events of the last few minuets caught up with him.
He fainted.
Confused, Harry poked the unconscious body of his true love. When he realized the other was not going to wake anytime soon, an evil look passed over his face. He stood abruptly, picking up the other man under the arms.
"Excuse me everyone. I believe Professor Snape will be more comfortable in his own rooms, so I'll return him to them. I think I'll help him recover." With that said, Harry dragged Snape out of the Great Hall.
There was silence until Ron stepped forward, spitting out a fly that had somehow tried to fly down his throat. "H-Harry? I…. Th-that had to be the most disturbing thing I've ever seen in my life."
Draco Malfoy moved next to him, sliding an arm around the young Weasley's shoulders and covertly spraying breath freshener in the red heads mouth. Draco had not missed the fly. "Don't worry Ron," He murmured in a seductive voice. Oh! Someone's been taking lessons from Snape! "I'll help you understand."
Ron turned to look at his… enemy… not realizing that the blond was very close to his face. "I think I under… Mmph!"
Draco had kissed Ron, effectively shutting him up and saving the rest of us from having to listen to his whining. Unfortunately, Ron could still make noise. Noise like "Mmph?! Mmm?? Mmm…" The last was a moan as Ron finally closed his eyes and surrendered to the Slytherin Sex Prince.
Dumbledore stood, clapping his hands. "Everyone! Let's dance."
Hermione fainted and spent the next month in bed.
The only thing Snape said upon waking was: "Greasy bastard?"
Harry was forced to apologize, and they were not seen for the rest of the week.