learning to Live - Let the Sun Eclipse you
Fandom - Harry Potter
Pairing- Snape/Harry
Rating - PG 13
Summary - Harry's attempt at romance fail spectacularly
Word Count - 1600
Disclaimer - Characters belong to the fabulous JK Rowling, I own nothing.
"Sev! Where are you? Come on out! I've got a surprise for you."
An eerie sense of déjà vu crept upon Snape. He debated whether or not to hide in the nearest closet or storage space but then realised that that would be rather cowardly, akin to a certain rat that always ran away. But he wasn't really fleeing was he?
However, it could be considered a strategic retreat, couldn't it? Yes, that was it. The clever Slytherin was merely biding his time until the pesky Gryffindor went away and hopefully forgot about dragging his older lover into whatever insane, half-baked plan he had thought up now.
Snape dimly registered that he was starting to sound like a particular snake-faced bastard, as he wiped his hands on a towel and swiftly cast a temporary statis charm on the potion he had been slaving away at. He would return to it as soon as the brat gave up his search and left the quarters.
The Potions Master made his way towards his supply closet post haste and had placed his hand above the handle when the door flung open and an exuberant Gryffindor came tumbling through, hair in a disarray (when wasn't it?) and green eyes glowing.
"Sev! Hi! Why is your head inside the closet?"
"I was just retrieving an ingredient. May I help you?"
"What ingredient?"
"A…..bezoar."
"Oh, you're counteracting a poison? But isn't that Dreamless Sleep Potion you're making?"
"What, the Potions Master can't experiment now?"
"I didn't mean it like that and you know it Sev. There's no need to get all snippy…."
"What did you want?"
"Huh?""
"You came in for a reason…."
"Yes."
Snape waited.
"Well, what was it?"
"Oh, right! I have a surprise for you! Come on, it's outside!"
"I confess that I am slightly wary to venture outside with you," Snape stated, steepling his elegant fingers together and offering the brat a sardonic look.
"That was like one time and I already apologized for it. Now will you just trust me?" Harry gave his lover an exasperated look, holding out his hand.
Snape hesitated.
"You don't trust me." Harry's lower lip trembled as his voice broke halfway through the sentence. Before the green orbs could fill with hurt and rejection, Snape immediately grabbed the boy's hand, gently clasping it in his much bigger hand.
"Of course I trust you. What a silly question. Now, out of curiosity, where are you whisking me off to?"
"You know curiosity killed the cat."
"That is something you should tell Minerva not me. Now where?"
"It's a surprise!"
"I detest surprises. Part of being a spy. A surprise is a bad thing."
"The War's been over for years. Isn't it about time you let your guard down."
"I thought I'd already let my guard down to let you in, brat."
Harry shook his head emphatically at the older man, "Yes, but more. You should allow yourself to enjoy life more."
Snape snorted to himself derisively. He then gave the boy a look that clearly said there was no way that Snape was going to spontaneously morph into Dumbledore.
"Never mind. Just come on."
The boy tugged his hand and pulled him through various corridors, passing several portraits that unabashedly stared at them in inquisitiveness. Snape glared at the ones that travelled through other portraits to follow them and they fell back, their curiosity unsatisfied.
Harry finally paused in front of a door, somewhere near the Hufflepuff corridors if Snape remembered correctly. He then gave Snape a look.
"Close you eyes."
"I think not."
"Sev! Just close them."
"All right."
"Really?"
"No!"
"Sev!"
"Fine!"
"No peeking."
"If you insist."
"I won't let you bump into a wall or anything."
"Thank you. I feel very reassured now."
Harry squinted up at the slightly taller man, not really sure if he was being sarcastic or not. Shrugging, he pulled the man through the doorway and checking to see if the Slytherin's eyes were still shut, flicked his wand.
"Ok, Sev! You can open them now."
With only a slight sigh of exasperation, Snape opened his eyes to what could only be described as a romantic meal, straight out of a movie.
They were out on a small balcony overlooking the Black Lake. A table for two had been set up with sparkling silverware and plates. A bottle of champagne was cooling in a bucket of ice and a candle had been lit.
"Do you think I'm a bloody girl or Merlin forbid, a Hufflepuff, Potter?"
Harry felt like he'd been slapped. His eyes misted over and he drew in a sharp breath, his chest constricting. He was thunderstruck.
Snape was still going on, looking at the romantic scene with an expression of scorn, "Honestly, I know we're bent, but I didn't think we were that bent."
Harry slowly lowered his head, his tears now falling freely. He wanted to block out the harsh words that he was hearing, to stop the hurtful things spewing from Snape's mouth.
"What in Merlin's name were you thinking? It's comple-….."
That was the last straw. Harry snapped his head up and yelled at Snape, his pain evident in his voice, "What was I thinking? I was thinking of spending a pleasant evening with he man I loved. I thought it would be nice, considering that the students would be back soon and then we'd be busy with classes and marking and what not. Not to mention our other duties. We won't have a lot of time for each other so I thought we could maybe make the best of what we had. I obviously thought wrong!"
"Obviously!"
"From now on I won't put in an effort to spend time with you. I won't cook you your favorite meal. I won't watch the sun come down with you. I won't….."
"Why would you? I never asked you to!"
"But I wanted to!"
And suddenly, Snape's anger vanished. He could no longer see the ridiculousness of the gesture nor the sappiness. All he could see was the time that Harry had put in. The energy gone in to making sure everything was perfect. The love that had gone into wanting to do it in the first place.
His throat choked up. The boy was a romantic, silly Gryffindor, but he was his romantic, silly Gryffindor. And he loved him to bits and pieces. He could deal with the girly tendencies. They were a part of Harry. And he was never letting Harry go. Ever.
As Snape looked at the flushed face, with those sinful green eyes brimming with tears, he reached out and gently wiped the damp cheeks with his thumb.
"Beautiful," he whispered, stepping closer to the boy, who now watched him warily.
"Beautiful," he repeated, louder and more forcefully this time, causing Harry to blush a deep shade of red. The boy's eyes still didn't dim though. They shone out, defiant and angry, with hurt and disappointment mixed in the emerald swirls.
An overwhelming crush of guilt crept upon Snape, who felt like the world's biggest jerk. In fact, he was the world's biggest jerk. He didn't deserve Harry.
"I love it."
"Wha…."
Snape kissed Harry, the boy's lips melting against his almost instantly, the lithe body sighing and sinking into the taller, bulkier frame. They stood there for a while, their hands loosely clasped around each other, completely engrossed in their kiss.
Snape tried to communicate all his feeling through the kiss. He poured in all his guilt and his contriteness into their lip lock and did his best to apologise to Harry in the only way he knew how.
When they finally broke away from each other, they were both panting, but this time not from anger. Snape looked down into Harry's eyes and again, felt unworthy of such grace.
"Harry, I…"
"It's okay, Sev, you don't have to say it."
"But I should."
"I know how you can make it up to me."
Snape nodded, ready to jump into the Black Lake and wrestle the Giant Squid if Harry asked him to.
"You could sit and have dinner with me."
The older man gruffly acquiesced, pretending to be put out.
"You could also watch the sunset with me while we eat dinner."
Snape sat down, popped open the bottle of champagne and began to pour them both a glass.
"You could also say Gryffindors rule."
"Don't push it."
"Sorry," Harry gave him a cheeky smile, "I couldn't resist. "
The two had an enjoyable dinner and Harry soon settled onto Snape's chest as they stretched on a blanket and proceeded to watch the sun complete its daily ritual.
"It's beautiful, isn't it Sev?"
"Indeed."
"What would you describe it as? I always thought it was a phoenix, you know, like Fawkes? The mother of all phoenixes, perhaps?"
"It looks like blood and melted cheese."
A pause.
"That was disgusting Sev."
"Live with it, Potter."
"Oh, I intend to, Professor."
And with that, Harry tackled Snape, attacking him with fleeting kisses that soon turned passionate and the sun continued it's descent into the west as the two lovers lost themselves in each other.
Pairing- Snape/Harry
Rating - PG 13
Summary - Harry's attempt at romance fail spectacularly
Word Count - 1600
Disclaimer - Characters belong to the fabulous JK Rowling, I own nothing.
"Sev! Where are you? Come on out! I've got a surprise for you."
An eerie sense of déjà vu crept upon Snape. He debated whether or not to hide in the nearest closet or storage space but then realised that that would be rather cowardly, akin to a certain rat that always ran away. But he wasn't really fleeing was he?
However, it could be considered a strategic retreat, couldn't it? Yes, that was it. The clever Slytherin was merely biding his time until the pesky Gryffindor went away and hopefully forgot about dragging his older lover into whatever insane, half-baked plan he had thought up now.
Snape dimly registered that he was starting to sound like a particular snake-faced bastard, as he wiped his hands on a towel and swiftly cast a temporary statis charm on the potion he had been slaving away at. He would return to it as soon as the brat gave up his search and left the quarters.
The Potions Master made his way towards his supply closet post haste and had placed his hand above the handle when the door flung open and an exuberant Gryffindor came tumbling through, hair in a disarray (when wasn't it?) and green eyes glowing.
"Sev! Hi! Why is your head inside the closet?"
"I was just retrieving an ingredient. May I help you?"
"What ingredient?"
"A…..bezoar."
"Oh, you're counteracting a poison? But isn't that Dreamless Sleep Potion you're making?"
"What, the Potions Master can't experiment now?"
"I didn't mean it like that and you know it Sev. There's no need to get all snippy…."
"What did you want?"
"Huh?""
"You came in for a reason…."
"Yes."
Snape waited.
"Well, what was it?"
"Oh, right! I have a surprise for you! Come on, it's outside!"
"I confess that I am slightly wary to venture outside with you," Snape stated, steepling his elegant fingers together and offering the brat a sardonic look.
"That was like one time and I already apologized for it. Now will you just trust me?" Harry gave his lover an exasperated look, holding out his hand.
Snape hesitated.
"You don't trust me." Harry's lower lip trembled as his voice broke halfway through the sentence. Before the green orbs could fill with hurt and rejection, Snape immediately grabbed the boy's hand, gently clasping it in his much bigger hand.
"Of course I trust you. What a silly question. Now, out of curiosity, where are you whisking me off to?"
"You know curiosity killed the cat."
"That is something you should tell Minerva not me. Now where?"
"It's a surprise!"
"I detest surprises. Part of being a spy. A surprise is a bad thing."
"The War's been over for years. Isn't it about time you let your guard down."
"I thought I'd already let my guard down to let you in, brat."
Harry shook his head emphatically at the older man, "Yes, but more. You should allow yourself to enjoy life more."
Snape snorted to himself derisively. He then gave the boy a look that clearly said there was no way that Snape was going to spontaneously morph into Dumbledore.
"Never mind. Just come on."
The boy tugged his hand and pulled him through various corridors, passing several portraits that unabashedly stared at them in inquisitiveness. Snape glared at the ones that travelled through other portraits to follow them and they fell back, their curiosity unsatisfied.
Harry finally paused in front of a door, somewhere near the Hufflepuff corridors if Snape remembered correctly. He then gave Snape a look.
"Close you eyes."
"I think not."
"Sev! Just close them."
"All right."
"Really?"
"No!"
"Sev!"
"Fine!"
"No peeking."
"If you insist."
"I won't let you bump into a wall or anything."
"Thank you. I feel very reassured now."
Harry squinted up at the slightly taller man, not really sure if he was being sarcastic or not. Shrugging, he pulled the man through the doorway and checking to see if the Slytherin's eyes were still shut, flicked his wand.
"Ok, Sev! You can open them now."
With only a slight sigh of exasperation, Snape opened his eyes to what could only be described as a romantic meal, straight out of a movie.
They were out on a small balcony overlooking the Black Lake. A table for two had been set up with sparkling silverware and plates. A bottle of champagne was cooling in a bucket of ice and a candle had been lit.
"Do you think I'm a bloody girl or Merlin forbid, a Hufflepuff, Potter?"
Harry felt like he'd been slapped. His eyes misted over and he drew in a sharp breath, his chest constricting. He was thunderstruck.
Snape was still going on, looking at the romantic scene with an expression of scorn, "Honestly, I know we're bent, but I didn't think we were that bent."
Harry slowly lowered his head, his tears now falling freely. He wanted to block out the harsh words that he was hearing, to stop the hurtful things spewing from Snape's mouth.
"What in Merlin's name were you thinking? It's comple-….."
That was the last straw. Harry snapped his head up and yelled at Snape, his pain evident in his voice, "What was I thinking? I was thinking of spending a pleasant evening with he man I loved. I thought it would be nice, considering that the students would be back soon and then we'd be busy with classes and marking and what not. Not to mention our other duties. We won't have a lot of time for each other so I thought we could maybe make the best of what we had. I obviously thought wrong!"
"Obviously!"
"From now on I won't put in an effort to spend time with you. I won't cook you your favorite meal. I won't watch the sun come down with you. I won't….."
"Why would you? I never asked you to!"
"But I wanted to!"
And suddenly, Snape's anger vanished. He could no longer see the ridiculousness of the gesture nor the sappiness. All he could see was the time that Harry had put in. The energy gone in to making sure everything was perfect. The love that had gone into wanting to do it in the first place.
His throat choked up. The boy was a romantic, silly Gryffindor, but he was his romantic, silly Gryffindor. And he loved him to bits and pieces. He could deal with the girly tendencies. They were a part of Harry. And he was never letting Harry go. Ever.
As Snape looked at the flushed face, with those sinful green eyes brimming with tears, he reached out and gently wiped the damp cheeks with his thumb.
"Beautiful," he whispered, stepping closer to the boy, who now watched him warily.
"Beautiful," he repeated, louder and more forcefully this time, causing Harry to blush a deep shade of red. The boy's eyes still didn't dim though. They shone out, defiant and angry, with hurt and disappointment mixed in the emerald swirls.
An overwhelming crush of guilt crept upon Snape, who felt like the world's biggest jerk. In fact, he was the world's biggest jerk. He didn't deserve Harry.
"I love it."
"Wha…."
Snape kissed Harry, the boy's lips melting against his almost instantly, the lithe body sighing and sinking into the taller, bulkier frame. They stood there for a while, their hands loosely clasped around each other, completely engrossed in their kiss.
Snape tried to communicate all his feeling through the kiss. He poured in all his guilt and his contriteness into their lip lock and did his best to apologise to Harry in the only way he knew how.
When they finally broke away from each other, they were both panting, but this time not from anger. Snape looked down into Harry's eyes and again, felt unworthy of such grace.
"Harry, I…"
"It's okay, Sev, you don't have to say it."
"But I should."
"I know how you can make it up to me."
Snape nodded, ready to jump into the Black Lake and wrestle the Giant Squid if Harry asked him to.
"You could sit and have dinner with me."
The older man gruffly acquiesced, pretending to be put out.
"You could also watch the sunset with me while we eat dinner."
Snape sat down, popped open the bottle of champagne and began to pour them both a glass.
"You could also say Gryffindors rule."
"Don't push it."
"Sorry," Harry gave him a cheeky smile, "I couldn't resist. "
The two had an enjoyable dinner and Harry soon settled onto Snape's chest as they stretched on a blanket and proceeded to watch the sun complete its daily ritual.
"It's beautiful, isn't it Sev?"
"Indeed."
"What would you describe it as? I always thought it was a phoenix, you know, like Fawkes? The mother of all phoenixes, perhaps?"
"It looks like blood and melted cheese."
A pause.
"That was disgusting Sev."
"Live with it, Potter."
"Oh, I intend to, Professor."
And with that, Harry tackled Snape, attacking him with fleeting kisses that soon turned passionate and the sun continued it's descent into the west as the two lovers lost themselves in each other.