jellybean_slash: "Setting the Record Straight... or Not" (HP/SS, PG-13)
Author: jellybean_slash
Title: Setting the Record Straight... or Not
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: #5 , "Did you know"
Date: 08/19/06
Summary: Even the Daily Prophet gets it right once in a while.
Pairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter, brief Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Word Count: 1,031
Notes: For confiteor_3 who wrote a wall-slam kiss and made my knees go weak.
"Potter!"
Harry groaned inwardly as that superior drawl rang through the cobbled Diagon Alley street, wizards and witches turning to look at what might possibly be the next Boy-Who-Lived scandal. As if they didn't get enough of that from Skeeter and her lot.
He hurriedly dropped a few galleons in the palm of the man he had been buying Jobberknoll feathers from and tried to make his way further down the street, wincing as he heard the footsteps behind him quicken in response.
"Now, now, Potter. There's no need to run from an old friend," that irritating drawl came from right behind him, a hand on his shoulder turning him around to face the blond-haired little fop that it belonged to. The last thing Harry wanted to see was Draco Malfoy's smug smirk.
"I don't recall ever being friends with the likes of you, Malfoy. Now if you'll get your hands off of me," he snapped, reaching a hand up to irritably push away the hand resting on his shoulder.
"Oh, but Potter, you simply must tell me if the latest Boy-Who-Lived gossip is true!"
Harry sighed as a buzz started to circulate through the gathering crowd, forbidding him from just walking away. This was just the sort of thing he didn't need. He glared in response to Malfoy's smirk.
"If it was printed by Rita Skeeter, then I can assure you that it is entirely f--"
"It wasn't," Malfoy interrupted, looking very much like the cat that caught the canary. He held out that day's issue of the Daily Prophet, the title on the front page proclaiming in large letters-"'Boy-Who-Lived Gay!'"
Harry blinked a few times as he stared at the paper, tearing it from Malfoy's grip and scanning to find the author. Madame Scoop; probably the only reporter at the Prophet who ran any fact-based articles anymore. His stomach twisted and one side of the paper crinkled as his grip tightened.
"And so what if it is?" he snapped, glaring over at a still-too-smug Malfoy. "Are you going to hex me for it? Or was this the extent of your plan? Tell the general public something they already know -- wonderful plan, Malfoy."
"You misunderstand me, Potter," Malfoy replied, and the gleam in his eye made Harry want to take a quick step or two backwards. "I was planning on doing something a little more like this."
Harry had no more than a moment to process Malfoy's words before he found himself pulled forward by a hand cupping the nape of his neck, a set of smooth lips latching onto his own. It was... sloppy. Sloppier than he would have expected from Malfoy, had he ever in his lifetime expected to be kissed by Malfoy.
He was so shocked he didn't even have the sense to pull away before Malfoy did, and he just blinked blankly in response to the smug smirk the blond sent his way afterwards. He resisted the urge to wipe his wet lips on the back of his hand before replying.
"I don't know how much of that article you read, Malfoy, but you must not have the full story. I'm not av--"
"Potter. Malfoy."
Harry swung around at the deep voice behind him, his stomach churning just a little more as he looked over at Snape, who looked intimidating as ever in his long, high-collared robes. How much had he seen?
"If you don't mind, professor, we're quite in the middle of something," Malfoy sneered, sharp chin jutting forward and lips pressed thin. He looked remarkably like his father, and Harry's stomach twisted a bit more.
Severus smirked in the malicious way Harry had seen so many times in Potions class.
"I can see as much, Mr. Malfoy. Though I can't see that I'm interrupting anything of any significance. You're nearly twenty-three, Draco. Perhaps it is time you stopped kissing like a seventh year."
Harry smirked at that, admiring the outraged look on Malfoy's face, but his smugness was replaced with shock as he found himself pushed forcefully back against the nearest (hard) brick wall. His head was spinning from the force of it as a warm body pressed up against his own and familiar lips met his, his hands skilfully pulled up above his head and pinned there, caught at the wrist by one, strong hand as a tongue demanded entrance into his mouth.
He was almost certain that it was him moaning that way as Severus kissed him so hard his lips were sure to be bruised. Teeth nipped at his lips and a tongue ran over his in the nicest of ways as Harry did his best to reciprocate.
It was over as suddenly as it began, and Harry began to slump down the wall, knees temporarily turned to jelly, until he brought his hands down to support himself.
"I do hope you were paying attention, Mr. Malfoy. You could quite obviously stand to learn a few things."
Harry watched, lips still parted and somewhat dreamy-eyed as Severus turned and stalked off with a dramatic billow of his robes.
"Potter, you can't seriously... with Snape?" Malfoy spat, managing to make Severus' name sound like some sort of horrible disease.
Harry swung his eyes around to look at Malfoy once more in confusion.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, Snape, right," he mumbled, pushing himself up from the wall finally.
"Come along, Potter," Severus drawled from a short way down the street.
Harry only just resisted the urge to skip as he made his way to where Severus was standing, the man waiting only long enough for him to catch up before resuming his brisk pace.
"You do realise that will be all over the Evening Prophet, right?" Harry asked as they walked on, heading toward the Leaky Cauldron to floo home.
"Do you have a problem with that?"
Harry shook his head.
"No, but I imagine a few people will have something to say about it."
Severus snorted and made a dismissive gesture with his hand, not bothered at all by the idea.
"The majority of the wizarding population already despises me, Potter. I believe I can bear the additional hatred of a few heartbroken teenage girls."
"And if you can't, you'll just take more points from their Houses, right?" Harry asked, rolling his eyes at Severus' smirk.
"Precisely. Let's go, I want to be home when the howlers start arriving."
Title: Setting the Record Straight... or Not
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: #5 , "Did you know"
Date: 08/19/06
Summary: Even the Daily Prophet gets it right once in a while.
Pairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter, brief Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Word Count: 1,031
Notes: For confiteor_3 who wrote a wall-slam kiss and made my knees go weak.
"Potter!"
Harry groaned inwardly as that superior drawl rang through the cobbled Diagon Alley street, wizards and witches turning to look at what might possibly be the next Boy-Who-Lived scandal. As if they didn't get enough of that from Skeeter and her lot.
He hurriedly dropped a few galleons in the palm of the man he had been buying Jobberknoll feathers from and tried to make his way further down the street, wincing as he heard the footsteps behind him quicken in response.
"Now, now, Potter. There's no need to run from an old friend," that irritating drawl came from right behind him, a hand on his shoulder turning him around to face the blond-haired little fop that it belonged to. The last thing Harry wanted to see was Draco Malfoy's smug smirk.
"I don't recall ever being friends with the likes of you, Malfoy. Now if you'll get your hands off of me," he snapped, reaching a hand up to irritably push away the hand resting on his shoulder.
"Oh, but Potter, you simply must tell me if the latest Boy-Who-Lived gossip is true!"
Harry sighed as a buzz started to circulate through the gathering crowd, forbidding him from just walking away. This was just the sort of thing he didn't need. He glared in response to Malfoy's smirk.
"If it was printed by Rita Skeeter, then I can assure you that it is entirely f--"
"It wasn't," Malfoy interrupted, looking very much like the cat that caught the canary. He held out that day's issue of the Daily Prophet, the title on the front page proclaiming in large letters-"'Boy-Who-Lived Gay!'"
Harry blinked a few times as he stared at the paper, tearing it from Malfoy's grip and scanning to find the author. Madame Scoop; probably the only reporter at the Prophet who ran any fact-based articles anymore. His stomach twisted and one side of the paper crinkled as his grip tightened.
"And so what if it is?" he snapped, glaring over at a still-too-smug Malfoy. "Are you going to hex me for it? Or was this the extent of your plan? Tell the general public something they already know -- wonderful plan, Malfoy."
"You misunderstand me, Potter," Malfoy replied, and the gleam in his eye made Harry want to take a quick step or two backwards. "I was planning on doing something a little more like this."
Harry had no more than a moment to process Malfoy's words before he found himself pulled forward by a hand cupping the nape of his neck, a set of smooth lips latching onto his own. It was... sloppy. Sloppier than he would have expected from Malfoy, had he ever in his lifetime expected to be kissed by Malfoy.
He was so shocked he didn't even have the sense to pull away before Malfoy did, and he just blinked blankly in response to the smug smirk the blond sent his way afterwards. He resisted the urge to wipe his wet lips on the back of his hand before replying.
"I don't know how much of that article you read, Malfoy, but you must not have the full story. I'm not av--"
"Potter. Malfoy."
Harry swung around at the deep voice behind him, his stomach churning just a little more as he looked over at Snape, who looked intimidating as ever in his long, high-collared robes. How much had he seen?
"If you don't mind, professor, we're quite in the middle of something," Malfoy sneered, sharp chin jutting forward and lips pressed thin. He looked remarkably like his father, and Harry's stomach twisted a bit more.
Severus smirked in the malicious way Harry had seen so many times in Potions class.
"I can see as much, Mr. Malfoy. Though I can't see that I'm interrupting anything of any significance. You're nearly twenty-three, Draco. Perhaps it is time you stopped kissing like a seventh year."
Harry smirked at that, admiring the outraged look on Malfoy's face, but his smugness was replaced with shock as he found himself pushed forcefully back against the nearest (hard) brick wall. His head was spinning from the force of it as a warm body pressed up against his own and familiar lips met his, his hands skilfully pulled up above his head and pinned there, caught at the wrist by one, strong hand as a tongue demanded entrance into his mouth.
He was almost certain that it was him moaning that way as Severus kissed him so hard his lips were sure to be bruised. Teeth nipped at his lips and a tongue ran over his in the nicest of ways as Harry did his best to reciprocate.
It was over as suddenly as it began, and Harry began to slump down the wall, knees temporarily turned to jelly, until he brought his hands down to support himself.
"I do hope you were paying attention, Mr. Malfoy. You could quite obviously stand to learn a few things."
Harry watched, lips still parted and somewhat dreamy-eyed as Severus turned and stalked off with a dramatic billow of his robes.
"Potter, you can't seriously... with Snape?" Malfoy spat, managing to make Severus' name sound like some sort of horrible disease.
Harry swung his eyes around to look at Malfoy once more in confusion.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, Snape, right," he mumbled, pushing himself up from the wall finally.
"Come along, Potter," Severus drawled from a short way down the street.
Harry only just resisted the urge to skip as he made his way to where Severus was standing, the man waiting only long enough for him to catch up before resuming his brisk pace.
"You do realise that will be all over the Evening Prophet, right?" Harry asked as they walked on, heading toward the Leaky Cauldron to floo home.
"Do you have a problem with that?"
Harry shook his head.
"No, but I imagine a few people will have something to say about it."
Severus snorted and made a dismissive gesture with his hand, not bothered at all by the idea.
"The majority of the wizarding population already despises me, Potter. I believe I can bear the additional hatred of a few heartbroken teenage girls."
"And if you can't, you'll just take more points from their Houses, right?" Harry asked, rolling his eyes at Severus' smirk.
"Precisely. Let's go, I want to be home when the howlers start arriving."