alisanne

Title: Luncheon Liberties
Author:

alisanne
Pairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Word Count: 100 x 3
Rating: PG
Challenge: Written for

snarry100's prompt #364: Liberty
Warning(s): None
A/N: Lunch can be illuminating. This is part eleven of my Snarry Making a Home Series.
Part one: Beginning Anew
Part two: Irresistible
Part three: What If?
Part four: Respect
Part five: Confession Time
Part six: No Regrets
Part seven: Months in the Planning
Part eight: Confidence
Part nine: Winning Play
Part ten: Country Life.
Beta:

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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Luncheon Liberties

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Romilda eyed Harry Potter surreptitiously. As one of the secretaries in the DMLE, she was at liberty to watch Harry all day.

Rumour had it that he was married, but Romilda had seen no evidence of a wife, so she refused to stop hoping. Now that I’m in close, daily proximity, he’ll finally notice me.

Yet he never did. Romilda was getting desperate.

The day Severus Snape appeared in the office, Romilda gaped at him. “Professor?”

Snape moved past her.

“Sir, you can’t--”

“Severus?” Harry, actually looking pleased to see Snape, took his hand. “Come through.”

Romilda huffed. Not fair.

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Snape’d been in Harry’s office for ages and Romilda was going mad. What’s going on?

As it was lunch time, the office was empty. Feeling daring, she approached Harry’s door to listen.

“...killing me, Severus--”

Romilda’s eyes widened. Snape’s taking liberties! Wand out, she threw open the door. And froze.

Snape was seated in Harry’s chair and Harry was seated on...Snape. “...feel incredible,” Harry murmured.

Hands splayed protectively over Harry’s naked back, Snape glared at Romilda and growled, “Get out!”

“Sorry!” Romilda backed out. As the door slammed in her face, she sighed. Harry was clearly out of reach.

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“She’d have given her eye teeth to be where I am,” murmured Severus once they were alone.

Harry groaned, resting his head on Severus’ shoulder. “I’ll never be able to show my face around here again.”

“Oh please.” Severus’ hands settled on Harry’s hips. “She burst in here. You’re at lunch. You’ve done nothing of which you should be ashamed.”

“People will know that I’ve been allowing you to....take liberties with me in the office!”

“Well,” purred Severus, rotating his hips and making Harry gasp. “At least there probably shan’t be any more interruptions.”

Harry chuckled softly. “True enough.”

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