Fic: Wanting to Dance
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alisanneTitle: Wanting to Dance
Author:alisanne
Rating: PG
Pairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter, Charlie Weasley, OCs
Summary: Harry just wants to dance.
Word Count: 1205
Genre: Romance, fluff
Warnings: None
A/N: Right, so I've been on a bit of an 80's music kick this week, during which I rediscovered some old favorites, including Ultravox. Their song "We came to Dance" has been haunting me, so, this is how I'm trying to get it out of my head. :)
Beta:lilyseyes and emynn
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Wanting to Dance
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“We came to dance,” Harry snapped at the bloke who’d come up to him with a lewd proposition.
Charlie, arms crossed beside him, huffed. “Push off, mate,” he said, tone firm.
The man shrugged then moved on. Within moments he was grinding against a brunet who smirked in welcome and dragged him off into a dark corner.
Harry exhaled. “I thought people would leave me alone, especially since I wore a glamour,” he muttered.
Charlie raised an eyebrow. “That glamour only hides your face. You didn’t change anything about your body.” He gave Harry a slow once-over. “And trust me, it’s no so hard to understand why people keep trying to pull you.” He winked.
Shaking his head, Harry moved away from the dance floor. “Maybe this was a bad idea.”
Charlie sighed, turning serious. “We can leave--”
“No, it’s fine.” Harry had seen the way Charlie has been watching the men on the floor. Clearly he wanted to stay. “You have a good time. I’ll just go the bar.”
“You’re sure?” Charlie looked concerned. “I promised Ron I’d look after you.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “I don’t need looking after.”
Charlie smiled. “You’ve only been out a couple of weeks. The gay wizarding scene can be...rough.”
“I’m an Auror. I think I can handle myself.” He grinned. “And if you wait much longer, that hot blond you were eyeing earlier will pull someone else.”
Charlie bit his lip, clearly torn. Harry pushed him in the general direction of the gyrating dancers. “Go. If I need help I’ll yell. Promise. And don’t worry about me. I can see myself home.”
“All right.” After a searching look, Charlie spun and melted into the crowd of dancing men. A moment later Harry saw the blond sidle up to him, looping long arms around his neck.
Turning away, Harry moved towards the bar. A lot of people were ordering, and he patiently waited his turn.
“Want me to get you something?” The man who was in front of him and who was next in line to be served, seemed friendly enough.
Harry hesitated. “I don’t--”
The man held up his hands. “No expectations. Just a drink.” He smiled. “You look thirsty.”
Slowly, Harry nodded. “Yeah, all right. An ale would be great.”
“Right.” The man moved closer to the bar. “Be right back.”
Harry waited and the man was back in under a minute. “Here you go.” He smiled. “The bartender’s a friend. Didn’t even charge me full price for your drink.”
“Oh, well thanks,” Harry said, raising the glass to take a sip.
“So.” The man leaned in, eyes intent. “Come here often, beautiful?”
“I--”
“That’s enough of that,” came a smooth voice and Harry’s drink disappeared, captured by a long-fingered hand that looked familiar. “Salazar, Potter, you need a keeper.”
Harry spun, gaping at the man who was holding his drink. “Snape?”
Snape sniffed the ale suspiciously. His eyes narrowed and he glared at the man who’d provided the drink. “This has Lust Potion in it.”
The man straightened up. “What business is it of yours?”
“What?” Harry blinked, staring his glass. “Wait, is that why he was so generous? He wanted to drug me?”
“And do worse, probably.” Snape raised an eyebrow at the man, who was backing away. “Leave and Mr Potter probably won’t charge you with attempted assault of an Auror.”
“Potter?” the man whispered. “As in Harry Potter?” Abandoning all pretence of bravery, the man fled, quickly disappearing in the crowd.
“I saw him slip something into it after the bartender handed it to him,” Snape said, banishing the ale with a scowl before levitating the glass to the bar. “Of course, if you wouldn’t mind going home with that bounder--”
“Thank you,” Harry said. He sighed. “This was a mistake. I should have stayed home. All I came here to do was dance.”
“Indeed.” Snape considered him for a moment. “Very well.” He extended his arm. “In that case, would you care to dance with me?”
For the second time that night, Harry gaped at him. “You?”
Snape’s expression shuttered. “Well, if it’s so distasteful--”
“No!” Harry clasped his arm as Snape began to turn away. “I really do want to dance, I just didn’t know that you--”
Snape cleared his throat. “I enjoy dancing,” he said, tone soft. “Your...mother taught me, actually.”
“Oh.” Harry stepped closed. “Then I’d be honoured to dance with you, Snape.”
They moved towards the dance floor, where Snape proved to be a very capable dancer. Harry had never thought of him in that context before, but his lean frame lent itself to sensual movement very well. So well in fact, that Harry’s opinion of him underwent a rapid revision. He began wondering what else Snape was adept at doing. He had a vision of Snape executing the same hip thrust while in bed and, embarrassingly, got hard.
I guess I shouldn’t be that surprised. I always thought the Half-Blood Prince was pretty sexy.
As the crowd thickened, Harry was unable to avoid their bodies touching and he saw it the moment Snape realised what was happening. “It’s a natural reaction,” he murmured as their groins brushed. His hand rested on the small of Harry’s back, providing support and a reassuring pressure. “That idiot drugged you. It should wear off soon.”
Harry stared at him. “Is that why you wanted to dance?” he asked, frowning. “In order to protect me until the Lust Potion wore off?” Something in him melted at the thought that Snape was still fiercely protecting him.
Snape flushed. “It wasn’t the only reason. I enjoy dancing, too. It’s why I come here.”
Slowly, Harry smiled, looping his arms around Snape’s neck. “I didn’t ingest any of that drink,” he said, lips brushing Snape’s jaw. “And while I wasn’t planning to do more than dance with anyone, I could be persuaded.”
Snape drew back, eyes wide. “Potter--”
“Harry.” Harry smiled. “We’re dancing together, your thigh is between mine, I think we can dispense with the formalities, don’t you?”
Snape sniffed carefully. “I don’t smell any alcohol--”
Harry rolled his eyes. “I’m not drunk, I’m not drugged, I’m...interested. Is that so hard to believe?”
“Yes.” Snape’s arms tightened around Harry. “But I’m not such a fool as to refuse a gift when offered.” He swallowed. “Call me Severus.”
“Severus.” Harry tasted the name on his tongue. “So, would you like to get out of here, Severus?”
“Coffee,” Severus said as he dragged Harry from the dance floor. “And then, if you’re still interested--”
Harry smiled. “I like coffee,” he agreed. “And, as I think you’ll discover in the morning, I make a great cup.”
Severus raised an eyebrow.
Harry laughed as the exited the club. “Too bold? All right, lead on.”
“You seem very...sure for a man who only came to dance.”
Harry linked his fingers with Severus’ as they walked towards the closest coffee shop. “I may have only intended to dance tonight,” he said. “But I think I managed to do something even more important.”
“Oh?”
“Yes.” Leaning over, Harry kissed the corner of Severus’ mouth, pleased when he didn’t object. “I managed to find the right partner.”
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Author:
alisanneRating: PG
Pairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter, Charlie Weasley, OCs
Summary: Harry just wants to dance.
Word Count: 1205
Genre: Romance, fluff
Warnings: None
A/N: Right, so I've been on a bit of an 80's music kick this week, during which I rediscovered some old favorites, including Ultravox. Their song "We came to Dance" has been haunting me, so, this is how I'm trying to get it out of my head. :)
Beta:
lilyseyes and emynnDisclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Wanting to Dance
~
“We came to dance,” Harry snapped at the bloke who’d come up to him with a lewd proposition.
Charlie, arms crossed beside him, huffed. “Push off, mate,” he said, tone firm.
The man shrugged then moved on. Within moments he was grinding against a brunet who smirked in welcome and dragged him off into a dark corner.
Harry exhaled. “I thought people would leave me alone, especially since I wore a glamour,” he muttered.
Charlie raised an eyebrow. “That glamour only hides your face. You didn’t change anything about your body.” He gave Harry a slow once-over. “And trust me, it’s no so hard to understand why people keep trying to pull you.” He winked.
Shaking his head, Harry moved away from the dance floor. “Maybe this was a bad idea.”
Charlie sighed, turning serious. “We can leave--”
“No, it’s fine.” Harry had seen the way Charlie has been watching the men on the floor. Clearly he wanted to stay. “You have a good time. I’ll just go the bar.”
“You’re sure?” Charlie looked concerned. “I promised Ron I’d look after you.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “I don’t need looking after.”
Charlie smiled. “You’ve only been out a couple of weeks. The gay wizarding scene can be...rough.”
“I’m an Auror. I think I can handle myself.” He grinned. “And if you wait much longer, that hot blond you were eyeing earlier will pull someone else.”
Charlie bit his lip, clearly torn. Harry pushed him in the general direction of the gyrating dancers. “Go. If I need help I’ll yell. Promise. And don’t worry about me. I can see myself home.”
“All right.” After a searching look, Charlie spun and melted into the crowd of dancing men. A moment later Harry saw the blond sidle up to him, looping long arms around his neck.
Turning away, Harry moved towards the bar. A lot of people were ordering, and he patiently waited his turn.
“Want me to get you something?” The man who was in front of him and who was next in line to be served, seemed friendly enough.
Harry hesitated. “I don’t--”
The man held up his hands. “No expectations. Just a drink.” He smiled. “You look thirsty.”
Slowly, Harry nodded. “Yeah, all right. An ale would be great.”
“Right.” The man moved closer to the bar. “Be right back.”
Harry waited and the man was back in under a minute. “Here you go.” He smiled. “The bartender’s a friend. Didn’t even charge me full price for your drink.”
“Oh, well thanks,” Harry said, raising the glass to take a sip.
“So.” The man leaned in, eyes intent. “Come here often, beautiful?”
“I--”
“That’s enough of that,” came a smooth voice and Harry’s drink disappeared, captured by a long-fingered hand that looked familiar. “Salazar, Potter, you need a keeper.”
Harry spun, gaping at the man who was holding his drink. “Snape?”
Snape sniffed the ale suspiciously. His eyes narrowed and he glared at the man who’d provided the drink. “This has Lust Potion in it.”
The man straightened up. “What business is it of yours?”
“What?” Harry blinked, staring his glass. “Wait, is that why he was so generous? He wanted to drug me?”
“And do worse, probably.” Snape raised an eyebrow at the man, who was backing away. “Leave and Mr Potter probably won’t charge you with attempted assault of an Auror.”
“Potter?” the man whispered. “As in Harry Potter?” Abandoning all pretence of bravery, the man fled, quickly disappearing in the crowd.
“I saw him slip something into it after the bartender handed it to him,” Snape said, banishing the ale with a scowl before levitating the glass to the bar. “Of course, if you wouldn’t mind going home with that bounder--”
“Thank you,” Harry said. He sighed. “This was a mistake. I should have stayed home. All I came here to do was dance.”
“Indeed.” Snape considered him for a moment. “Very well.” He extended his arm. “In that case, would you care to dance with me?”
For the second time that night, Harry gaped at him. “You?”
Snape’s expression shuttered. “Well, if it’s so distasteful--”
“No!” Harry clasped his arm as Snape began to turn away. “I really do want to dance, I just didn’t know that you--”
Snape cleared his throat. “I enjoy dancing,” he said, tone soft. “Your...mother taught me, actually.”
“Oh.” Harry stepped closed. “Then I’d be honoured to dance with you, Snape.”
They moved towards the dance floor, where Snape proved to be a very capable dancer. Harry had never thought of him in that context before, but his lean frame lent itself to sensual movement very well. So well in fact, that Harry’s opinion of him underwent a rapid revision. He began wondering what else Snape was adept at doing. He had a vision of Snape executing the same hip thrust while in bed and, embarrassingly, got hard.
I guess I shouldn’t be that surprised. I always thought the Half-Blood Prince was pretty sexy.
As the crowd thickened, Harry was unable to avoid their bodies touching and he saw it the moment Snape realised what was happening. “It’s a natural reaction,” he murmured as their groins brushed. His hand rested on the small of Harry’s back, providing support and a reassuring pressure. “That idiot drugged you. It should wear off soon.”
Harry stared at him. “Is that why you wanted to dance?” he asked, frowning. “In order to protect me until the Lust Potion wore off?” Something in him melted at the thought that Snape was still fiercely protecting him.
Snape flushed. “It wasn’t the only reason. I enjoy dancing, too. It’s why I come here.”
Slowly, Harry smiled, looping his arms around Snape’s neck. “I didn’t ingest any of that drink,” he said, lips brushing Snape’s jaw. “And while I wasn’t planning to do more than dance with anyone, I could be persuaded.”
Snape drew back, eyes wide. “Potter--”
“Harry.” Harry smiled. “We’re dancing together, your thigh is between mine, I think we can dispense with the formalities, don’t you?”
Snape sniffed carefully. “I don’t smell any alcohol--”
Harry rolled his eyes. “I’m not drunk, I’m not drugged, I’m...interested. Is that so hard to believe?”
“Yes.” Snape’s arms tightened around Harry. “But I’m not such a fool as to refuse a gift when offered.” He swallowed. “Call me Severus.”
“Severus.” Harry tasted the name on his tongue. “So, would you like to get out of here, Severus?”
“Coffee,” Severus said as he dragged Harry from the dance floor. “And then, if you’re still interested--”
Harry smiled. “I like coffee,” he agreed. “And, as I think you’ll discover in the morning, I make a great cup.”
Severus raised an eyebrow.
Harry laughed as the exited the club. “Too bold? All right, lead on.”
“You seem very...sure for a man who only came to dance.”
Harry linked his fingers with Severus’ as they walked towards the closest coffee shop. “I may have only intended to dance tonight,” he said. “But I think I managed to do something even more important.”
“Oh?”
“Yes.” Leaning over, Harry kissed the corner of Severus’ mouth, pleased when he didn’t object. “I managed to find the right partner.”
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Date: 2013-07-20 09:22 pm (UTC)Na Na Na Na Na naaaaaa
Oh, this was brilliant :) I love protective!Sev, and I love shy!Sev, and I love sensual!Sev, and and and... Yay Harry, being a Gryff comes in handy when you want to take a chance :D
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Date: 2013-07-22 12:58 am (UTC)And we ALL love sensual Severus. *g*
*pets them both*
*dances with you* ;)
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Date: 2013-07-20 11:34 pm (UTC)i can imagine these two...danced...very well! well done!
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Date: 2013-07-22 01:00 am (UTC)Thanks so much, hon!
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Date: 2013-07-21 01:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-22 01:00 am (UTC)