A.N. –has no idea what Im writing- I am sooo making this up as I go. Let's just hopes this story is ok in anyway shall we?
Severus heard a shifting in the next room and he quickly set down his book and sat perfectly still. He had stayed up a bit late doing some research on this new lotion product that said it was supposed to cure any types of rash in under a day. He scoffed under his breath. Potions were far more better to use to cure any ailment then some muggle based product. More than likely it would cause it to spread. And that's when he heard the noise.
He always thought his lover Harry was a sleepwalker. But he never was able to prove it to him. He could never catch him in the act. "Harry." He would say one day during lunch. "I know you sleepwalk. You wake up with bruises. People think I'm beating you. We need to find a way to get you to stop." But Harry, silly sweet goofy looking Harry would just grin. "Severus my dear I do not sleepwalk. I am the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. I'm bound to get bruises. Don't worry yourself about it. And fuck what people say I know you don't beat me." Then he would lean over, give Severus the most astounding kiss that day…and flounce off to his first class, leaving the rest of the staff to either stare in shock from not believing that after all this time he still is with Harry, or snicker in amusement because Harry could most likely get away with murder when it came to Snape. Then after a moment or two Snape would become his regular evil Gyrffindor hating –excusing Harry of course- self and scowl at any and everyone.
But now, as he heard the distinct sound of a person walking over that ridiculous rug Harry had made them buy, he was going to have proof that Harry did indeed sleepwalk. He got up, reaching into his desk compartment and pulling out a wizarding camera so that he could get this on film, he made his way slowly to the door and took a deep breath. Finally, he could know what Harry did when he himself was either dead to world in sleep or working late on some project.
He pressed his back on the door and slowly turned the doorknob. Easing it open he turned his head around the doorway and stopped dead in his tracks, almost dropping the camera while he was at it.
There was Harry, in all his manly glory that had Severus drooling at times, wearing a sparkly green feather boa and black high heels that Sev was pretty damn sure he didn't own. Oh that and nothing else.
Harry liked to sleep naked.
Severus felt the camera slip then hurriedly grabbed it and aligned it by his eye right. Blackmail fortune. Here he comes.
He snapped a total of 2 dozen pictures. 6 of Harry running into a random wall while swinging his boa, another 6 of Harry doing various poses in his sleep like he was a model on a runway, and 12 of random acts he seemed to just do, like trip over that accursed rug, run into the bed, fall onto the bed, etc.
Snickering he pocked the camera and leaned against the wall. So..Harry Potter didn't sleepwalk. That he knew was a lie. But Harry Potter, semi crossdressing when he was knocked out cold? Time to choke this down. Ohh if only he wasn't the boys boyfriend.
He snickered as he put the camera down and steered his boyfriend back to the bed. Harry smiled in his sleep and snuggled into the sheets before fainting back into unconsciousness that required not moving. Severus quietly pulled the blankets over Harry's naked form and went back into the other room. He sat down and sighed then snickered again to himself while he picked up the book he was reading again.
He could not wait until morning.
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