Title: Yuletide Cheer
Author: veritaserumMaster
Rating: T (Rating might go up in the future.)
Pairings: JPSS
Warnings: AU, Language, Un-betaed.
Summary: Marauder Era. 7th year. Severus's life was a routine: wake up, eat, study, get bullied, study, eat, study, get bullied, study, eat, and sleep. Getting asked out by his Tormentor (with a capital letter T) though, was not on his itinerary.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Please don't sue me.
A/N: This story is slash, so if you don't like that, then why are you reading this in the first place?
Thank you so much for the reviews. It makes me smile reading them. Keep 'em coming. :)
Sorry for some confusion in the first chapter, I was a little distracted when I wrote that. And also. very sorry that this took so long to update but my computer suddenly fried up.
Well then, on with the story. :)
Enjoy!
Severus's last class for the day was Potions. His finger nails were dirty and he smelled funny, he wanted a shower so badly that was why he was putting his books away after his last class hurriedly. He also wants to get this day over with. It had started out bad enough. He slept late last night reading which caused him to wake up late and miss breakfast. Professor McCann deducted house points from him for being late in his class and he had been on the receiving and of the stink-eye from his housemates. As if they haven't lost any house points in their lives, he thought with disdain.
He turned to leave but his foot got caught up in the leg of his working table and he tripped, sending him, and his book bag, spiraling to the floor. Severus groaned as he sat up and saw his things sprawled all over the floor around him. Can this day get any worse?
"Need any help there?"
Severus rolled his eyes when he heard the all too familiar voice. Apparently, it can. At this point, he was quite aware that they were alone right now. It definitely can.
He didn't answer; instead he got up to pick up his things completely ignoring the pain in his ankle. Acting nonchalant was proving to be quite difficult with Potter watching him carefully. He could practically feel him boring holes in the back of his neck. He checked that everything was there and started to stand up. Unfortunately, he underestimated the pain on his ankle. He would have spiraled downward again if not for the strong arms that wrapped around him. He looked up to see Potter's grinning face.
He was shocked, to say the least, and when re realized that this could very well be a prank, he struggled against the taller boy.
"Get off me, Potter. Don't touch me. I don't need your help!"
"Obviously, you do," he hoisted him a bit off the floor to take the pressure off his injured foot and led Severus to a stool, perfectly ignoring Severus's death glare.
When Potter knelt in front of Severus with his face near the Slytherin's crotch, Severus began to panic and there was a slight blush on his face.
"What do you think your doing down there, Potter?" he asked, trying to push him away by the shoulder. The bespectacled boy held his hand and grinned mischievously up at him.
"Don't worry your pretty little head; I won't do anything you wouldn't want me to do," he winked up at Severus which caused the other to turn redder.
"Shut up and just heal my foot, Potter. So we can both leave and be away from each other."
"What's the magic word?"
"Episkey," he answered dryly.
Potter chuckled and said, "What if I don't want to?"
You just walked right into that one, Potter. "You don't want to or you just can't?"
Apparently, that was not the right thing to say because the next moment found Severus pinned on the table behind him with Potter looming over his small figure.
"I don't like anyone undermining my abilities. Not even by you," his tone was dangerous but Severus was really annoyed at this moment. As a Slytherin, he should have known better than to fight fire with fire, but well, this was Potter. It's a whole different story when he's involved.
"Tell me something I don't know. What are you going to do now? Hit me?" he asked challengingly, his nose scrunched up.
"Even better." With that, Potter manipulated their lower bodies so that Severus's foot was stuck in between the stool and Potter's other leg, causing Severus's injury to hurt if Potter even presses a little. Severus gasped in pain but kept his face cool.
"I thought Gryffindors are the noble ones, this isn't very noble, isn't it? Using a foe's weakness against them, how positively Slytherin of you." He was starting to pant now, trying to keep the pain at a minimum.
Potter leaned in closer. I'm not going to back down. Severus refused to look away, looking Potter eye to eye.
What happened next was so unexpected and sudden that Severus barely processed his actions. One moment they were having a staring contest and then next thing he knew, there was a set of warm lips against his chapped ones. Potter had his eyes closed while Severus's was wider than a plate.
What the-?
Before he could think of pushing him away, a bolt of pain shot up his foot and he whimpered against Potter's lips. The latter was quick to react and immediately knelt back down, mumbling a litany of apologies and obscenities.
"Shit. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Fuck, are you ok?"
Severus was still panting, from the pain on his foot or from the kiss, he doesn't know.
"I-I'm fine."
Potter pulled out his wand and muttered the healing spell.
"Ah!"
"I'm sorry," Potter started to massage Severus's ankle, "Is that better?"
Severus just nodded, unable to answer. I hadn't known he's so bipolar, changing instantly from teasing to angry to offensive and now, caring. The last thought brought back the memory of their kiss and he just had to flush at the same moment Potter looked up. Noticing his red face, Potter raised his eyebrows and cocked his head to the side.
"Something wrong? Does it still hurt?"
Severus shook his head and stood up.
"Thank you, Potter," he said and made his way to the door, he had to get away from there, from him.
Potter's arm shot out and grabbed his wrist, just like that day in the oak tree.
He looked up to see a mop of black hair. Potter had his head down.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen. No, no, no, that came out wrong, I mean, I meant to kiss you, just not in that context, but you were so adorable and so annoying that I just had to do something-"
"You meant to ki-" but he was cut off mid-rant when Potter pulled him close.
"If you would go to the ball with me, I would make sure that we would have the perfect kiss." At this point he was already looking hopefully up at Severus.
Disregarding their close proximity, Severus shut his eyes tightly and rubbed his face with his free hand.
"Merlin! This again? Really, Potter? Go to the ball with you? Hanging out with Black all the time must have done something to that brain of yours. Then again, maybe you were dropped when you were a baby," with that Severus shook off his hand and fled, lips still tingling from their kiss.
James was left in the empty potions classroom with his head tilted sideways and an amused smile on his lips.
"Well, it was worth a shot," James smirked as he picked up a silver-green scarf off the floor, left behind the Slytherin. "Guess I'll just have to try again," he wrapped it around his neck and left the empty class room humming.
A/N:Good? Worse than before? R&R… :)
It may take me a while to upload another chapter. As i have said, my computer blew up and i am doing the best i can to find another computer. Please bear with me and be patient. Thank you very much. Happy Holidays. :)
