Drabble: Weekend Plans
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alisanneTitle: Weekend Plans
Author:alisanne
Pairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Word Count: 100 x 9
Rating: PG
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snarry100's prompt #393: Weekend Plans.
Warning(s): None
A/N: Harry has no plans for his weekend, but Severus changes that.
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.
~
Weekend Plans
~
“Got any weekend plans, mate?”
Harry looked up from grading, eyes narrowed. “Why?”
Ron held up both hands. “No reason. Bloody hell, you’re suspicious.”
“With good reason.”
Ron laughed. “Fine, you caught me. Hermione’s got some blokes for you to meet.”
Harry groaned. “More colleagues from the Department of Mysteries? Those men are--” He struggled for words.
“Hey, I know.” Ron shrugged. “But it beats spending the weekend alone.”
“Not by much.” Harry sighed. “Actually, I’m working this weekend.”
Ron pursed his lips. “Snape’s working this weekend, too.”
Harry suppressed a blush. “Is he?”
Ron shook his head. “Good luck.”
~
“Snape?”
“In here.”
Following the voice, Harry approached the Potions storeroom, finding Snape inside, on a ladder. “What?” Snape asked without turning around.
Harry eyed his arse, nicely outlined by his trousers. Damn.
“Potter! What is it?” Snape turned his head to glare at him.
Harry blushed. “I was wondering if you’d weekend plans?”
Snape frowned. “Why?”
“We need to discuss a Defence/Potions collaboration.”
Snape huffed. “Indeed. Let me get down and--”
Moving inside, Harry tripped over something and the door started to close. Snape’s eyes widened. “No!” But it was too late. The door clanged shut, trapping them.
~
“We’re trapped?” Harry blinked. “Who builds a storeroom that locks them inside?”
“Someone who’s concerned about miscreants sneaking in to steal ingredients,” Snape said, tone dry.
Harry shook his head. “I can’t believe you’re this paranoid!”
“You mean because students don’t brew things like Polyjuice when they shouldn’t?” Snape eyed him.
Harry blushed. “That was years ago! And we’d good reason.”
“That’s arguable,” Snape said.
Harry coughed. “Anyway, back to the problem at hand. We need a way to escape or we’ll be spending the entire weekend in here.”
Smirking, Snape waved a hand. “Well you’re the ex-Auror, Potter. Proceed.”
~
Not even his Patronus could escape. Harry lowered his wand. “What sort of wards did you put on this place?”
“Thorough ones.” Snape barely looked up from what he was doing. “Hand me the valerian root.”
Harry obliged. “Is that potion something that will get us out of here before the weekend’s over?” he asked.
Snape snorted. “Why, do you have a hot date?”
I wish. Keeping his gaze firmly away from Snape’s tempting arse, Harry sighed. “No, but I’m sure you’ve plans--”
“Apparently not,” Snape murmured. Lifting the cauldron, he approached the door. “Now stand back.”
Warily, Harry did.
~
Snape poured the potion onto the floor, waving its smoke away from his face. “Don’t inhale,” he warned. “It’s noxious.”
“What is it?” Harry asked.
“Acid.” Snape nudged Harry back. “It should eat through the door so we can send a Patronus for help.”
Harry coughed. “The ventilation’s awful in here.”
Snape turned to face him. “It’s not a weekend getaway spot, it’s a storage room.”
Harry grinned. “Oh, it could work with the right person.”
Snape’s eyes narrowed. “I told you not to inhale.”
Harry sidled closer to Snape. “Too late,” he murmured, and boldly leaning in, kissed him.
~
“Potter!” Snape tore his mouth from Harry’s, but only after, Harry was pleased to note, kissing him back. “This isn’t you, it’s the smoke!”
“Don’t think so,” Harry purred, pressing closer. “And it doesn’t feel like you mind too much.” Sliding his leg between Snape’s, he hummed upon finding Snape’s arousal.
“Potter--” Snape’s voice tapered off as Harry scraped his teeth along his neck. “Salazar’s tits!”
“Salazar had tits?” Harry murmured, nuzzling Snape’s jaw. “The things you learn--”
“Stop this!” Snape said, negating his protest by thrusting his hips against Harry’s.
Harry grinned. “Apparently we just made our weekend plans.”
~
The fumes gone, Harry and Snape curled around each other in a corner of the Potions storeroom. “Are you feeling more...yourself?” Snape asked stiffly.
Harry smiled, kissing the corner of Snape’s mouth. “I know you think the smoke caused what we did, but it didn’t. I’ve wanted you for ages.”
Snape’s blank expression cleared. “Is that so?” he murmured, his hand settling possessively on Harry’s hip.
“Mmmhm.” Harry shifted closer. “I only asked about weekend plans as a ruse to see you.”
“Indeed.” Snape’s fingers started doing interesting things. “See me do what?”
Harry laughed, reaching for him. “Everything.”
~
“Severus? Is everything all right?”
Minerva’s voice from outside the storage room was startling. Harry raised his head from Severus’ cock. “Erm--”
“Fine,” Snape said, voice hoarse.
Minerva’s scepticism was palpable through the door. “Harry’s Patronus says you’re trapped in there this weekend.”
Harry’s eyes went wide. “Sorry!” he mouthed.
Snape sighed. “No one’s trapped. Potter and I are discussing a...collaboration.”
“All weekend?” Minerva snorted.
“A close collaboration,” Harry said.
There was silence outside. “Well, let us know if you need...fortification for your discussions.” Minerva’s footsteps faded.
Harry grinned. “Shall we continue collaborating?”
Severus reached for him. “Indeed.”
~
“...should come for dinner.” Hermione frowned. “What’s on your neck?”
Blushing, Harry adjusted his collar. “I’m fine, Hermione. I really do have weekend plans.”
“So Ron claimed, although he didn’t share them with me.” Hermione huffed. “Will you at least explain what you’re doing?”
“Me,” came a deep voice from behind Harry. “Now, if you’ll stop talking long enough to get off the Floo, Unspeakable Granger--”
Harry closed his eyes.
Hermione squeaked. “Harry! Was that--?”
“I’ll be right in, Severus!” Harry called over his shoulder. He smiled at Hermione. “Gotta go.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Enjoy.”
“We shall,” purred Severus.
~
Author:
alisannePairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Word Count: 100 x 9
Rating: PG
Challenge: Written
snarry100/snarry100/snarry100's prompt #393: Weekend Plans.Warning(s): None
A/N: Harry has no plans for his weekend, but Severus changes that.
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.
~
Weekend Plans
~
“Got any weekend plans, mate?”
Harry looked up from grading, eyes narrowed. “Why?”
Ron held up both hands. “No reason. Bloody hell, you’re suspicious.”
“With good reason.”
Ron laughed. “Fine, you caught me. Hermione’s got some blokes for you to meet.”
Harry groaned. “More colleagues from the Department of Mysteries? Those men are--” He struggled for words.
“Hey, I know.” Ron shrugged. “But it beats spending the weekend alone.”
“Not by much.” Harry sighed. “Actually, I’m working this weekend.”
Ron pursed his lips. “Snape’s working this weekend, too.”
Harry suppressed a blush. “Is he?”
Ron shook his head. “Good luck.”
~
“Snape?”
“In here.”
Following the voice, Harry approached the Potions storeroom, finding Snape inside, on a ladder. “What?” Snape asked without turning around.
Harry eyed his arse, nicely outlined by his trousers. Damn.
“Potter! What is it?” Snape turned his head to glare at him.
Harry blushed. “I was wondering if you’d weekend plans?”
Snape frowned. “Why?”
“We need to discuss a Defence/Potions collaboration.”
Snape huffed. “Indeed. Let me get down and--”
Moving inside, Harry tripped over something and the door started to close. Snape’s eyes widened. “No!” But it was too late. The door clanged shut, trapping them.
~
“We’re trapped?” Harry blinked. “Who builds a storeroom that locks them inside?”
“Someone who’s concerned about miscreants sneaking in to steal ingredients,” Snape said, tone dry.
Harry shook his head. “I can’t believe you’re this paranoid!”
“You mean because students don’t brew things like Polyjuice when they shouldn’t?” Snape eyed him.
Harry blushed. “That was years ago! And we’d good reason.”
“That’s arguable,” Snape said.
Harry coughed. “Anyway, back to the problem at hand. We need a way to escape or we’ll be spending the entire weekend in here.”
Smirking, Snape waved a hand. “Well you’re the ex-Auror, Potter. Proceed.”
~
Not even his Patronus could escape. Harry lowered his wand. “What sort of wards did you put on this place?”
“Thorough ones.” Snape barely looked up from what he was doing. “Hand me the valerian root.”
Harry obliged. “Is that potion something that will get us out of here before the weekend’s over?” he asked.
Snape snorted. “Why, do you have a hot date?”
I wish. Keeping his gaze firmly away from Snape’s tempting arse, Harry sighed. “No, but I’m sure you’ve plans--”
“Apparently not,” Snape murmured. Lifting the cauldron, he approached the door. “Now stand back.”
Warily, Harry did.
~
Snape poured the potion onto the floor, waving its smoke away from his face. “Don’t inhale,” he warned. “It’s noxious.”
“What is it?” Harry asked.
“Acid.” Snape nudged Harry back. “It should eat through the door so we can send a Patronus for help.”
Harry coughed. “The ventilation’s awful in here.”
Snape turned to face him. “It’s not a weekend getaway spot, it’s a storage room.”
Harry grinned. “Oh, it could work with the right person.”
Snape’s eyes narrowed. “I told you not to inhale.”
Harry sidled closer to Snape. “Too late,” he murmured, and boldly leaning in, kissed him.
~
“Potter!” Snape tore his mouth from Harry’s, but only after, Harry was pleased to note, kissing him back. “This isn’t you, it’s the smoke!”
“Don’t think so,” Harry purred, pressing closer. “And it doesn’t feel like you mind too much.” Sliding his leg between Snape’s, he hummed upon finding Snape’s arousal.
“Potter--” Snape’s voice tapered off as Harry scraped his teeth along his neck. “Salazar’s tits!”
“Salazar had tits?” Harry murmured, nuzzling Snape’s jaw. “The things you learn--”
“Stop this!” Snape said, negating his protest by thrusting his hips against Harry’s.
Harry grinned. “Apparently we just made our weekend plans.”
~
The fumes gone, Harry and Snape curled around each other in a corner of the Potions storeroom. “Are you feeling more...yourself?” Snape asked stiffly.
Harry smiled, kissing the corner of Snape’s mouth. “I know you think the smoke caused what we did, but it didn’t. I’ve wanted you for ages.”
Snape’s blank expression cleared. “Is that so?” he murmured, his hand settling possessively on Harry’s hip.
“Mmmhm.” Harry shifted closer. “I only asked about weekend plans as a ruse to see you.”
“Indeed.” Snape’s fingers started doing interesting things. “See me do what?”
Harry laughed, reaching for him. “Everything.”
~
“Severus? Is everything all right?”
Minerva’s voice from outside the storage room was startling. Harry raised his head from Severus’ cock. “Erm--”
“Fine,” Snape said, voice hoarse.
Minerva’s scepticism was palpable through the door. “Harry’s Patronus says you’re trapped in there this weekend.”
Harry’s eyes went wide. “Sorry!” he mouthed.
Snape sighed. “No one’s trapped. Potter and I are discussing a...collaboration.”
“All weekend?” Minerva snorted.
“A close collaboration,” Harry said.
There was silence outside. “Well, let us know if you need...fortification for your discussions.” Minerva’s footsteps faded.
Harry grinned. “Shall we continue collaborating?”
Severus reached for him. “Indeed.”
~
“...should come for dinner.” Hermione frowned. “What’s on your neck?”
Blushing, Harry adjusted his collar. “I’m fine, Hermione. I really do have weekend plans.”
“So Ron claimed, although he didn’t share them with me.” Hermione huffed. “Will you at least explain what you’re doing?”
“Me,” came a deep voice from behind Harry. “Now, if you’ll stop talking long enough to get off the Floo, Unspeakable Granger--”
Harry closed his eyes.
Hermione squeaked. “Harry! Was that--?”
“I’ll be right in, Severus!” Harry called over his shoulder. He smiled at Hermione. “Gotta go.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Enjoy.”
“We shall,” purred Severus.
~
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Date: 2013-10-23 07:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-10-26 07:44 pm (UTC)Thanks, sweetie!
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Date: 2013-10-25 10:45 pm (UTC)Minerva's offer of fortification was nice, I wonder if they took her up on it. ^-^
And that Severus just bluntly told Granger, was perfect. absolutely perfect.
Thanks for this wonderful little piece.
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Date: 2013-10-26 07:46 pm (UTC)I suspect they managed their own fortification. *g*
Poor Hermione. *giggles* She should be careful of what she asks. :)
Thanks so much for the comments!