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Title: Provocation
Claim: S. Snape/ H. Potter
Prompt: #089. Want
Rating: PG-13ish
Summary: Severus catches Harry red-handed, and acts accordingly.
Warnings: Slash
Word count: 367
Disclaimer: I own nothing, all rights go to their respective legal owners.
Author's notes: Creative criticism is welcome. Comments make me blush, giggle, and write more.
He could see the chocolate. At the top of the cabinet, just…out…of…reach. Damn, why does Sev always have to put it up there? Harry knew why his lovable git put the chocolate so far up. It didn’t mean that Harry had to like it.
That lovely, silky substance was calling his name. “Harry, Harry, you have to eat me. I’ll taste so good,” said the chunks of dark chocolate mixed in with the mint flavored, milk chocolate. He had to have that chocolate. It no longer mattered that Severus might be saving it for anything.
Checking the area around the small kitchen for the snarky Potions Master, Harry dragged a chair from the dinning table over to the cabinet. After one last check of the surrounding area, the Gryffindor reached for the tantalizing, delectable chocolate. As his hand closed on the packaging, a pair of black clad arms suddenly seized him from behind.
“And what do you think you are doing, Mr. Potter?”
“Eh heheh, would you believe me if I said nothing?”
“Yes, and Dumbledore wears conservative clothing.”
“Guess not then.”
“You guessed correctly, brat. Now, would you care to explain how MY chocolate came to be in YOUR hands?”
“Um, no?” A sarcastically raised eyebrow met this questionable statement.
“I was getting it down for you?” Both eyebrows were now raised in silent inquisition.
“I wanted to see if the candy tasted better by itself, or if it was better in your mouth?” At this point, Harry gave up his excuses, in favor of being mesmerized by Sev’s dark brows slowly disappearing into his hairline.
“…ry, Harry!”
“Oh, um, yeah, sorry.”
“Are you going to continue wasting my valuable time, or are you going to tell me the truth of what you thought you were doing.”
“I just, I just wanted some chocolate.” Again the eyebrow rose. “I wanted your chocolate, because I wanted you to catch me.” The Potions Master’s lips twitched minutely, stretching into a leering smirk.
“Oh, really, Mr. Potter. You do remember what I do with those who steal from me?”
“Oi, didn’t actually steal it, you caught me before I…”
“Don’t bother protesting. Bedroom. NOW!”
“Yes, sir…Professor.”
“My insolent brat.”
Claim: S. Snape/ H. Potter
Prompt: #089. Want
Rating: PG-13ish
Summary: Severus catches Harry red-handed, and acts accordingly.
Warnings: Slash
Word count: 367
Disclaimer: I own nothing, all rights go to their respective legal owners.
Author's notes: Creative criticism is welcome. Comments make me blush, giggle, and write more.
He could see the chocolate. At the top of the cabinet, just…out…of…reach. Damn, why does Sev always have to put it up there? Harry knew why his lovable git put the chocolate so far up. It didn’t mean that Harry had to like it.
That lovely, silky substance was calling his name. “Harry, Harry, you have to eat me. I’ll taste so good,” said the chunks of dark chocolate mixed in with the mint flavored, milk chocolate. He had to have that chocolate. It no longer mattered that Severus might be saving it for anything.
Checking the area around the small kitchen for the snarky Potions Master, Harry dragged a chair from the dinning table over to the cabinet. After one last check of the surrounding area, the Gryffindor reached for the tantalizing, delectable chocolate. As his hand closed on the packaging, a pair of black clad arms suddenly seized him from behind.
“And what do you think you are doing, Mr. Potter?”
“Eh heheh, would you believe me if I said nothing?”
“Yes, and Dumbledore wears conservative clothing.”
“Guess not then.”
“You guessed correctly, brat. Now, would you care to explain how MY chocolate came to be in YOUR hands?”
“Um, no?” A sarcastically raised eyebrow met this questionable statement.
“I was getting it down for you?” Both eyebrows were now raised in silent inquisition.
“I wanted to see if the candy tasted better by itself, or if it was better in your mouth?” At this point, Harry gave up his excuses, in favor of being mesmerized by Sev’s dark brows slowly disappearing into his hairline.
“…ry, Harry!”
“Oh, um, yeah, sorry.”
“Are you going to continue wasting my valuable time, or are you going to tell me the truth of what you thought you were doing.”
“I just, I just wanted some chocolate.” Again the eyebrow rose. “I wanted your chocolate, because I wanted you to catch me.” The Potions Master’s lips twitched minutely, stretching into a leering smirk.
“Oh, really, Mr. Potter. You do remember what I do with those who steal from me?”
“Oi, didn’t actually steal it, you caught me before I…”
“Don’t bother protesting. Bedroom. NOW!”
“Yes, sir…Professor.”
“My insolent brat.”