Happy holidays, alisanne! -- Capable of Melting Hearts, Too
Title: Capable of Melting Hearts, Too
Recipient: alisanne
Fandom: HP
Author: juniperus
Pairing: SS/NL
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Summary: Never challenge a Gryffindor at their own game.
Notes: I hope this pleases you! I thought pr0n around the sharp leaves of the mistletoe entirely too much risk - I feared putting Slytherbits (of which I am notably very fond) in harm’s way. :P
“Longbottom! What idiocy possessed you to think crossing Venomous Tentacula and mistletoe could possibly be a good idea?” Snape snarled as he hung, suspended, from the winding evergreen vines that had reached from the ceiling to pluck him up the moment he crossed the greenhouse threshold.
“You,” Neville replied, smiling, as he stood just out of the reach of Snape’s one unbound arm.
“What?! Explain yourself at once! What have I possibly said to encourage such irresponsibly wicked wortcunning?”
Neville stepped closer as he watched a shiny green tendril wind itself around the wildly gesticulating hand and bind it tightly. His eyes sparkled as he took in the sight of the normally stiff man held-limbs askew-by the tenacious, berry-dotted foliage.
He leaned in and whispered, warmly, “You told me, did you not, that it would take being bound against your will to get you under the mistletoe again?”
“I, er… “ Snape stammered, disarmed by the way Neville ran his finger down the long line of buttons on his frock coat.
“And, like everything else you’ve thrown at me since I asked to court you five weeks ago, I took it as a personal challenge. I’m a Gryffindor, if you don’t recall.”
Snape swallowed audibly. “I do recall… but…”
That was all he managed to say before Neville kissed him.
They were both too occupied to say much of import for some time after.
Recipient: alisanne
Fandom: HP
Author: juniperus
Pairing: SS/NL
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Summary: Never challenge a Gryffindor at their own game.
Notes: I hope this pleases you! I thought pr0n around the sharp leaves of the mistletoe entirely too much risk - I feared putting Slytherbits (of which I am notably very fond) in harm’s way. :P
“Longbottom! What idiocy possessed you to think crossing Venomous Tentacula and mistletoe could possibly be a good idea?” Snape snarled as he hung, suspended, from the winding evergreen vines that had reached from the ceiling to pluck him up the moment he crossed the greenhouse threshold.
“You,” Neville replied, smiling, as he stood just out of the reach of Snape’s one unbound arm.
“What?! Explain yourself at once! What have I possibly said to encourage such irresponsibly wicked wortcunning?”
Neville stepped closer as he watched a shiny green tendril wind itself around the wildly gesticulating hand and bind it tightly. His eyes sparkled as he took in the sight of the normally stiff man held-limbs askew-by the tenacious, berry-dotted foliage.
He leaned in and whispered, warmly, “You told me, did you not, that it would take being bound against your will to get you under the mistletoe again?”
“I, er… “ Snape stammered, disarmed by the way Neville ran his finger down the long line of buttons on his frock coat.
“And, like everything else you’ve thrown at me since I asked to court you five weeks ago, I took it as a personal challenge. I’m a Gryffindor, if you don’t recall.”
Snape swallowed audibly. “I do recall… but…”
That was all he managed to say before Neville kissed him.
They were both too occupied to say much of import for some time after.