Harry Potter drabble
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Snape & Harry
Prompt: Rubber Ducky
Word Count: 537
A/N: I've never written anything even remotely Snarry before...
‘What just happened?’
Shocked green eyes bore into Severus’ as he stared incomprehensibly at the familiar face before him, his lips still puckered and his hands still poised together just below his chin with his palms up, now devoid of what he had been holding not even moments before.
His reaction time was embarrassingly slow and Severus could practically feel the milliseconds speed up as his own eyes widened.
“Potter!” he roared, jumping back only to hit the side of the tub, splashing a wave of water onto the floor as a result.
Just as eager to put some distance between them, Harry Potter scrambled to the opposite side of the bath, bringing to Severus’ attention that his student was very much naked. It was wrong on so many levels - to be naked with a student in the same room, regardless of if the room was a bathroom.
Hurriedly herding bubbles to help block any view Potter may have of his body, the Potion’s professor did his best to look as dignified as possible despite his racing pulse. “What the hell are you doing in my bath?”
“You kissed me!” Potter’s not-quite accusing tone contained hints of confusion, fear, anger, daze, and a touch of trauma.
“How dare you accuse me of such indecency! I would never do such a thing even if my life depended on it!” Severus defended, ignoring the way his adrenaline was rushing with hot rage.
“You kissed me…” It was clear Potter was going into shock.
Abruptly standing up, Severus felt momentarily at a loss as he looked down at his pupil. “Get out of my tub,” he ordered, reaching down and grabbing the boy none-too-gently by the arm.
“But you kissed--” Potter was cut off by the towel thrown on his head.
“I didn’t kiss you, I was kissing my rubber duck,” Severus snapped as he yanked Potter out of the bathtub. “Go on, cover yourself up.”
Slipping a bit as he was forced to gain his own footing, Potter reached for the towel and hurriedly wrapped it around his waist, squinting a bit as he tried to focus on Severus’ face.
“But I was the rubber duck,” he explained, looking away as he realized the man was stark naked. “Professor, I swear I didn’t mean to - it was one of Fred and George’s--”
“Potter, I don’t give a damn why you were a rubber duck, and I don’t want to know how you ended up in my chambers. But if I ever hear so much as a whisper about what happened here tonight or find ‘Professor Snape has illicit relations with bath toys’ scribbled on the walls in the toilets, professionalism be damned, I will hunt you down and make you wish the Dark Lord succeeded in what he set out to do that night sixteen years ago. Do I make myself clear?”
Potter nodded rapidly. “I-yes, sir. I’m sor-I-I’ll just-leaving. Never happened.”
Remaining unmoving for several minutes after Potter dashed out, Severus listened carefully before deeming it safe enough to open one of the drawers under his sink and pull out a lobster hand puppet towel. Climbing back into the tub, the professor peacefully resumed his bath.
Characters: Snape & Harry
Prompt: Rubber Ducky
Word Count: 537
A/N: I've never written anything even remotely Snarry before...
‘What just happened?’
Shocked green eyes bore into Severus’ as he stared incomprehensibly at the familiar face before him, his lips still puckered and his hands still poised together just below his chin with his palms up, now devoid of what he had been holding not even moments before.
His reaction time was embarrassingly slow and Severus could practically feel the milliseconds speed up as his own eyes widened.
“Potter!” he roared, jumping back only to hit the side of the tub, splashing a wave of water onto the floor as a result.
Just as eager to put some distance between them, Harry Potter scrambled to the opposite side of the bath, bringing to Severus’ attention that his student was very much naked. It was wrong on so many levels - to be naked with a student in the same room, regardless of if the room was a bathroom.
Hurriedly herding bubbles to help block any view Potter may have of his body, the Potion’s professor did his best to look as dignified as possible despite his racing pulse. “What the hell are you doing in my bath?”
“You kissed me!” Potter’s not-quite accusing tone contained hints of confusion, fear, anger, daze, and a touch of trauma.
“How dare you accuse me of such indecency! I would never do such a thing even if my life depended on it!” Severus defended, ignoring the way his adrenaline was rushing with hot rage.
“You kissed me…” It was clear Potter was going into shock.
Abruptly standing up, Severus felt momentarily at a loss as he looked down at his pupil. “Get out of my tub,” he ordered, reaching down and grabbing the boy none-too-gently by the arm.
“But you kissed--” Potter was cut off by the towel thrown on his head.
“I didn’t kiss you, I was kissing my rubber duck,” Severus snapped as he yanked Potter out of the bathtub. “Go on, cover yourself up.”
Slipping a bit as he was forced to gain his own footing, Potter reached for the towel and hurriedly wrapped it around his waist, squinting a bit as he tried to focus on Severus’ face.
“But I was the rubber duck,” he explained, looking away as he realized the man was stark naked. “Professor, I swear I didn’t mean to - it was one of Fred and George’s--”
“Potter, I don’t give a damn why you were a rubber duck, and I don’t want to know how you ended up in my chambers. But if I ever hear so much as a whisper about what happened here tonight or find ‘Professor Snape has illicit relations with bath toys’ scribbled on the walls in the toilets, professionalism be damned, I will hunt you down and make you wish the Dark Lord succeeded in what he set out to do that night sixteen years ago. Do I make myself clear?”
Potter nodded rapidly. “I-yes, sir. I’m sor-I-I’ll just-leaving. Never happened.”
Remaining unmoving for several minutes after Potter dashed out, Severus listened carefully before deeming it safe enough to open one of the drawers under his sink and pull out a lobster hand puppet towel. Climbing back into the tub, the professor peacefully resumed his bath.