Drabble: Of Grindylows and Gillyweed
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alisanneTitle: Of Grindylows and Gillyweed
Author:alisanne
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Severus Snape/Harry Potter.
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harry100's prompt #230: Gillyweed
Rating: R
Length: 100 x 6
Warnings: None
Betas:sevfan 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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Of Grindylows and Gillyweed
~
Harry swam steadily, humming with pleasure. Sheer desperation to escape unwanted attention had made him start swimming for morning exercise rather than flying, but the sensation was similar. And Gillyweed made it easy, making him impervious to water pressure and cold.
As he moved he saluted several Grindylows, with whom he’d reconciled after returning as Hogwarts faculty. They let him swim, and he stayed out of their affairs.
One morning, he spotted someone else swimming and paused to admire their fine arse. Upon getting closer, however, he blinked. Snape? Wow. Slowly, Harry smiled. His morning exercise had just got interesting.
~
Harry began timing his daily swims to coincide with Snape’s. Snape saw him, naturally, and nodded politely, but otherwise they ignored each other, although Harry couldn’t help but sneak looks. The man had a fine physique, after all. Happily, Gillyweed enhanced his vision.
When, one day, he lost track of Snape, Harry got worried. He scanned the area, finally spotting him holding cut weeds, Grindylows surrounding him. Slowly, he approached.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
“He attempted to harvest our plants.”
Oops. Harry bit his lip. “I’m sure he’s sorry. Let him go?”
The Grindylows started muttering. Nervously, Harry waited.
~
The apparent Grindylow leader peered at Harry. “He is yours?”
Harry coughed. “Yes.”
It showed razor sharp teeth. “Prove it.”
Harry blinked. “How?”
“Take him now.”
Harry moved towards Snape, but Grindylows spears came down in front of him. “You said take him!”
“Have him,” said the leader. “Prove he is yours.”
“They mean sex, Potter,” said Snape through his Bubble-Head Charm.
Harry’s eyes widened. “It’s not like that--”
“If he is yours, take him now.”
Snape huffed. “Your Gillyweed’s about to run out, so stop dithering.”
Harry blinked. “You’re okay with this?”
“Do I have a choice?”
Harry sighed.
~
Underwater sex with Snape hadn’t been on Harry’s agenda that morning, but as he pulled him close, Harry found he was ready. “Sorry about this,” he murmured, tugging at the zipper of Snape’s swimming outfit.
“I realise this is distasteful, Potter,” said Snape. “Apologies.”
“It’s not distasteful.” At Snape’s disbelieving look, Harry pressed Snape’s hand on his erection. “Does this feel like I’m not interested?”
“A side effect of Gillyweed perhaps?”
Harry rolled his eyes. “It doesn’t happen unless I’m watching you swim, so I don’t think so.”
“Take him!” said the chief Grindylow.”
Snape sighed. “Get on with it.”
~
The Grindylows did allow them privacy, but Harry was sure that should they try to leave, they’d be stopped, so he carefully prepared Snape.
Snape, however, wasn’t patient. “Come on, Potter. While we’re young,” he snapped.
“I was trying for romance, git!” snapped Harry, his fingers sliding into Snape’s arse.
“Your Gillyweed’s about to wear off. My idea of romance is not having to revive you from drowning.”
Shaking his head, Harry sped up, and, after judging Snape ready, he pushed inside, groaning.
“Faster,” ordered Snape.
Harry obeyed with a low moan, and soon they were both coming, floating entwined.
~
“He is yours,” said the chief Grindylow. “Watch him. He cannot steal what is ours.”
Clasping Snape’s hand, Harry nodded. As the Gillyweed began to wear off, he kicked for the surface.
He barely made it, gasping as he collapsed on the shore. Snape panted beside him as his Bubble-Head Charm dissipated.
“Sorry about that,” Harry said upon catching his breath. “I know you weren’t expecting--”
“It wasn’t unwelcome.” Hesitantly, Snape clasped his hand. “Although next time we should use a bed. On land.”
Next time? Slowly, Harry grinned. “Brilliant.” Morning exercise had just taken a turn for the better.
~
Author:
alisanneCharacter(s)/Pairing(s): Severus Snape/Harry Potter.
Challenge: Written for
harry100/harry100's prompt #230: GillyweedRating: R
Length: 100 x 6
Warnings: None
Betas:
sevfan and emynnDisclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
~
Of Grindylows and Gillyweed
~
Harry swam steadily, humming with pleasure. Sheer desperation to escape unwanted attention had made him start swimming for morning exercise rather than flying, but the sensation was similar. And Gillyweed made it easy, making him impervious to water pressure and cold.
As he moved he saluted several Grindylows, with whom he’d reconciled after returning as Hogwarts faculty. They let him swim, and he stayed out of their affairs.
One morning, he spotted someone else swimming and paused to admire their fine arse. Upon getting closer, however, he blinked. Snape? Wow. Slowly, Harry smiled. His morning exercise had just got interesting.
~
Harry began timing his daily swims to coincide with Snape’s. Snape saw him, naturally, and nodded politely, but otherwise they ignored each other, although Harry couldn’t help but sneak looks. The man had a fine physique, after all. Happily, Gillyweed enhanced his vision.
When, one day, he lost track of Snape, Harry got worried. He scanned the area, finally spotting him holding cut weeds, Grindylows surrounding him. Slowly, he approached.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
“He attempted to harvest our plants.”
Oops. Harry bit his lip. “I’m sure he’s sorry. Let him go?”
The Grindylows started muttering. Nervously, Harry waited.
~
The apparent Grindylow leader peered at Harry. “He is yours?”
Harry coughed. “Yes.”
It showed razor sharp teeth. “Prove it.”
Harry blinked. “How?”
“Take him now.”
Harry moved towards Snape, but Grindylows spears came down in front of him. “You said take him!”
“Have him,” said the leader. “Prove he is yours.”
“They mean sex, Potter,” said Snape through his Bubble-Head Charm.
Harry’s eyes widened. “It’s not like that--”
“If he is yours, take him now.”
Snape huffed. “Your Gillyweed’s about to run out, so stop dithering.”
Harry blinked. “You’re okay with this?”
“Do I have a choice?”
Harry sighed.
~
Underwater sex with Snape hadn’t been on Harry’s agenda that morning, but as he pulled him close, Harry found he was ready. “Sorry about this,” he murmured, tugging at the zipper of Snape’s swimming outfit.
“I realise this is distasteful, Potter,” said Snape. “Apologies.”
“It’s not distasteful.” At Snape’s disbelieving look, Harry pressed Snape’s hand on his erection. “Does this feel like I’m not interested?”
“A side effect of Gillyweed perhaps?”
Harry rolled his eyes. “It doesn’t happen unless I’m watching you swim, so I don’t think so.”
“Take him!” said the chief Grindylow.”
Snape sighed. “Get on with it.”
~
The Grindylows did allow them privacy, but Harry was sure that should they try to leave, they’d be stopped, so he carefully prepared Snape.
Snape, however, wasn’t patient. “Come on, Potter. While we’re young,” he snapped.
“I was trying for romance, git!” snapped Harry, his fingers sliding into Snape’s arse.
“Your Gillyweed’s about to wear off. My idea of romance is not having to revive you from drowning.”
Shaking his head, Harry sped up, and, after judging Snape ready, he pushed inside, groaning.
“Faster,” ordered Snape.
Harry obeyed with a low moan, and soon they were both coming, floating entwined.
~
“He is yours,” said the chief Grindylow. “Watch him. He cannot steal what is ours.”
Clasping Snape’s hand, Harry nodded. As the Gillyweed began to wear off, he kicked for the surface.
He barely made it, gasping as he collapsed on the shore. Snape panted beside him as his Bubble-Head Charm dissipated.
“Sorry about that,” Harry said upon catching his breath. “I know you weren’t expecting--”
“It wasn’t unwelcome.” Hesitantly, Snape clasped his hand. “Although next time we should use a bed. On land.”
Next time? Slowly, Harry grinned. “Brilliant.” Morning exercise had just taken a turn for the better.
~
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Date: 2014-04-07 11:48 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2014-04-11 02:25 am (UTC)And yes, given the way Harry's life has gone so far, this scenario isn't that far afield. *g*
Thank you!
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Date: 2014-04-08 04:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-04-11 02:25 am (UTC)Thank you, hon!
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Date: 2014-04-09 10:00 pm (UTC)i like it! a lot!
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Date: 2014-04-11 02:25 am (UTC)Yeah, I dunno where this one came from, but it was fun to write. Heee!
Thank you!
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Date: 2014-04-21 09:50 pm (UTC)I wonder how long they would have ended up dancing around one another if Severus hadn't been greedy enough to try collecting those potion ingredients... This one will definitely be among the most awesome how-we-got-together stories out there. I'm laughing like mad just imagining the bewildered expressions on their friends' faces when they hear it.:)
All in all this one was both really funny and uniquely original. Wonderful story, ali. Kudos on a job well done. :)
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Date: 2014-04-25 11:25 pm (UTC)Although I'm not sure they will ever tell their friends how it really happened. I imagine the story will be somewhat...sanitized. *g*
Thank you so much! I'm so pleased you enjoyed it. :)