my very first snarry fic
It's a very naive and innocent .... but it's a first time, hey!
Title: Coffee
Author: enjambement22
Pairing: snape/harry
Rating: G
Warning: unbetaed
Genre: romance
Disclaimer: Not mine, just love them to much to leave them alone. Thank you for your patience, J.K.R.!
Summary: Snape wakes up - and his bed is not empty.
Severus woke, feeling strangely content and fulfilled. Through the curtains of his half open dreamy eyes he saw something lying next to him, just a few inches away. Something he could define as butter-biscuit dough shaped beautifully into a young man's back, deep blue sheet exposing half of the creamy coloured backside. The body filled the dark bed with soft golden glow.
Mmm, he murmured, I wish I had this dreams every single night. He closed his eyes and dreamily reached for the body next to him. It was unexpectedly warm and it moved, as it surely should in dreams, scrambled in his, hum, embrace, placing it's hand on Severus' chest. Severus winced. It felt so real. And strangely heavy. Especially it's head, wedged into his neck. He stroked the messy, a little too long hair off it's forehead with his soft fingers, feeling something strange under his burning fingertips. It felt just like ... A scar. And not just any scar. Utterly confused, he looked down, with his eyes wide open. It was Harry Potter's scar. It was Potter's hair he so gently moved from the Potter's forehead and he could actually feel Potter's lips pressed on his neck, his head pleasantly filling the far-too-long-empty space on his shoulder. Potter shifted a little, rubbing his thigh against Severus'.
Potter moaned and Severus melted. Oh fuck, went through Snape's mind, I can't have him in my bed. But kicking him out? Well, a boy needs a lot of sleep after what he's been through ... And some comfort, too. Oh, shit, what am I talking about? Oh, shit, what am I to do now?
An annoying cheerful voice in his head said: “Just let the boy rest on your chest, pretend to be asleep as he wakes and see what he fakes.” And now I hear voices. That's really great. I think I better go to sleep now and I'm sure he'll be gone when I wake. But I don't want him to be gone.
When he woke, he didn't want to believe he's awake. But the smell of fresh-cooked coffee is a pleasant smell to wake to even in the wizardry world. Potter was in his bed, lying there and watching him enchantedly. He smiled at Severus' confused face and reached for a mug on the bedside table, and handed it to Snape. He couldn't say but a “thank you”. The coffee was very strong, rich flavour filled his dry mouth. Harry said a cliché: “I like my coffee the way I like my men - black and bitter”. But it made Severus spit a nice gulp of coffee out. Harry cleaned it up very quickly with a cleaning spell and smiled at Snape.
Snape pulled himself together. “What the hell are you doing in my bed, Potter?,” he asked in his usual manner.
“You should consider calling me by my first name while we're in bed, Severus,” said Potter, very self confident, his eyes glittering in the morning sun.
Snape glared at him. “Oh, by the way, how did you end up in my bed, Potter?,” he said in an insultingly slow way. Somewhere in the back of his conscience something realized how beautiful green eyes can be.
“You took me with you,” said Harry simply, his face slightly fading out.
“Is that so?,” growled Snape.
“I was wandering around the castle last night. You found me and I told you I was a sleepwalker. You said you were too and before I said anything back, you took my hand and ...”
Oh, no. So that's back again. I hope that old bloody potion still works on me.
“ ... it was so warm and ... “
“I think I am not quite following you. What was warm again?”
“Your hand, ... Professor.” The glow and the glitter faded. “I felt somehow ... “
“Oh boy, save your hormonal emotions for the girls, please,” came out of that mouth of Snape's.
Harry gasped. “All right then,” he said, having his voice well in hand, “I'll just go then. But I'll finish my sentence, if I may.”
“Go on,” said Snape, annoyed, but he actually wanted to hear what the boy was up to say.
“I felt whole,” he said curtly. In the corner of his eyes there was a hunch of unknown pain. “Goodbye then.”
Snape walked him to the door, opening them with password. Halfway out Harry turned over and said: “Thank you for tonight.”
Snape's eyes bulged and he cleared his throat. “You're dismissed, Potter,” that being a sort of a goodbye-word in Snape's world as a professor. “And thank you for the coffee,” came out unintentionally. It was the best coffee I ever had, he told to himself bitterly, not really recognizing the old slytherin git in that bitterness. He caught a glimpse of a sad smile in the corner of Harry's lips. Those lips ... He felt them on his neck again for a moment. What were they doing, anyway? He shook his head incredulously and strolled to his office, picking a book out of his huge library, trying to distract himself.
Fin.
Title: Coffee
Author: enjambement22
Pairing: snape/harry
Rating: G
Warning: unbetaed
Genre: romance
Disclaimer: Not mine, just love them to much to leave them alone. Thank you for your patience, J.K.R.!
Summary: Snape wakes up - and his bed is not empty.
Severus woke, feeling strangely content and fulfilled. Through the curtains of his half open dreamy eyes he saw something lying next to him, just a few inches away. Something he could define as butter-biscuit dough shaped beautifully into a young man's back, deep blue sheet exposing half of the creamy coloured backside. The body filled the dark bed with soft golden glow.
Mmm, he murmured, I wish I had this dreams every single night. He closed his eyes and dreamily reached for the body next to him. It was unexpectedly warm and it moved, as it surely should in dreams, scrambled in his, hum, embrace, placing it's hand on Severus' chest. Severus winced. It felt so real. And strangely heavy. Especially it's head, wedged into his neck. He stroked the messy, a little too long hair off it's forehead with his soft fingers, feeling something strange under his burning fingertips. It felt just like ... A scar. And not just any scar. Utterly confused, he looked down, with his eyes wide open. It was Harry Potter's scar. It was Potter's hair he so gently moved from the Potter's forehead and he could actually feel Potter's lips pressed on his neck, his head pleasantly filling the far-too-long-empty space on his shoulder. Potter shifted a little, rubbing his thigh against Severus'.
Potter moaned and Severus melted. Oh fuck, went through Snape's mind, I can't have him in my bed. But kicking him out? Well, a boy needs a lot of sleep after what he's been through ... And some comfort, too. Oh, shit, what am I talking about? Oh, shit, what am I to do now?
An annoying cheerful voice in his head said: “Just let the boy rest on your chest, pretend to be asleep as he wakes and see what he fakes.” And now I hear voices. That's really great. I think I better go to sleep now and I'm sure he'll be gone when I wake. But I don't want him to be gone.
When he woke, he didn't want to believe he's awake. But the smell of fresh-cooked coffee is a pleasant smell to wake to even in the wizardry world. Potter was in his bed, lying there and watching him enchantedly. He smiled at Severus' confused face and reached for a mug on the bedside table, and handed it to Snape. He couldn't say but a “thank you”. The coffee was very strong, rich flavour filled his dry mouth. Harry said a cliché: “I like my coffee the way I like my men - black and bitter”. But it made Severus spit a nice gulp of coffee out. Harry cleaned it up very quickly with a cleaning spell and smiled at Snape.
Snape pulled himself together. “What the hell are you doing in my bed, Potter?,” he asked in his usual manner.
“You should consider calling me by my first name while we're in bed, Severus,” said Potter, very self confident, his eyes glittering in the morning sun.
Snape glared at him. “Oh, by the way, how did you end up in my bed, Potter?,” he said in an insultingly slow way. Somewhere in the back of his conscience something realized how beautiful green eyes can be.
“You took me with you,” said Harry simply, his face slightly fading out.
“Is that so?,” growled Snape.
“I was wandering around the castle last night. You found me and I told you I was a sleepwalker. You said you were too and before I said anything back, you took my hand and ...”
Oh, no. So that's back again. I hope that old bloody potion still works on me.
“ ... it was so warm and ... “
“I think I am not quite following you. What was warm again?”
“Your hand, ... Professor.” The glow and the glitter faded. “I felt somehow ... “
“Oh boy, save your hormonal emotions for the girls, please,” came out of that mouth of Snape's.
Harry gasped. “All right then,” he said, having his voice well in hand, “I'll just go then. But I'll finish my sentence, if I may.”
“Go on,” said Snape, annoyed, but he actually wanted to hear what the boy was up to say.
“I felt whole,” he said curtly. In the corner of his eyes there was a hunch of unknown pain. “Goodbye then.”
Snape walked him to the door, opening them with password. Halfway out Harry turned over and said: “Thank you for tonight.”
Snape's eyes bulged and he cleared his throat. “You're dismissed, Potter,” that being a sort of a goodbye-word in Snape's world as a professor. “And thank you for the coffee,” came out unintentionally. It was the best coffee I ever had, he told to himself bitterly, not really recognizing the old slytherin git in that bitterness. He caught a glimpse of a sad smile in the corner of Harry's lips. Those lips ... He felt them on his neck again for a moment. What were they doing, anyway? He shook his head incredulously and strolled to his office, picking a book out of his huge library, trying to distract himself.
Fin.