Drabble-a-thon: Harry Potter (Snape)
Yet more drabbles, as requested in the Drabble-a-thon post. This time, all Snape pairing drabbles from the Harry Potter lot (d'oh). All are exactly 100 words, rated from PG to R. Beware of HBP spoilers. (I don't know why all the Snape/Harry ones came out silly while the Snape/Lupin ones are mega-angsty, though. ;)
Previous rounds were Star Trek and Star Wars.
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For jademondin: Snape/Harry
Old Warriors, Old Fools
Harry set the book down. "Do you ever think of us as old warriors, Severus?"
"Usually, I think of us as madmen," replied Snape from the depths of his armchair.
"Madmen?"
"Madmen. Nutters. Fools."
"But why? I mean, we've done great things!"
Snape tugged at a strand of his greasy grey hair and frowned. "You've done foolish things, Potter. I'm the fool who keeps rescuing your reckless arse."
"Well, you do have vested interest in said arse."
"At the expense of my own, apparently. As said, old fools."
"But fools in love, Severus."
"Through adversity only."
Harry smiled. "Much adversity."
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For cordelia_v: Snape/Harry, disadvantages of the age difference
Limbs of the Elderly
Snape blew a strand of hair out of his eyes. "Potter, my leg does not bend that way."
"Are you sure? Mine does."
Rising on his elbows, Snape scowled at Harry. "Thank you for that reminder of my advancing years. Stiff joints are part and parcel, if you've forgotten."
"Advancing years? Piffle," Harry said, smiling mischievously, and moved his hand up Snape's naked thigh. "There's something to be said for stiff limbs, though."
"Pot- Ah!"
"Tsk. So very stiff and tender, Severus. Let me rub it better."
"Yes. I, ah, right there..."
"Is that better?"
"Much. Yes-ss."
Harry smiled. "Excellent."
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For ziggystarmod: Snape/Harry, with Hermione (sorry, couldn't quite squeeze Lupin in there!)
The Book of Great Crushes
"For heaven's sake, Harry!" Hermione snapped.
"What?"
"So you've developed a crush. We all get them."
Unwittingly, Harry glanced at Ron. When he looked back, a flush coloured Hermione's cheeks. "We do?"
"Never you mind him. We were talking about you and that damnable book."
"I do not have a crush on the Half-Blood Prince! I like g-girls," Harry stuttered indignantly.
Hermione looked like she wanted to roll her eyes. "Eileen Prince, remember?"
"I don't have a crush on her, either!"
"Oh, nevermind. For the record, you're fooling no-one." With that, she left.
"I don't have a crush," Harry told his shoes. "I don't."
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For bexpotter: Snape/Harry, ice cream
Pistachio Delight
"Potter!"
Alarmed, Harry looked up from his book. During their years of enmity and subsequent decades of marriage, Harry had learned that when Severus Snape assumed that tone, things were going pear-shaped. "Yes, dear?"
Snape appeared in the doorway. "Did you visit my laboratory today?"
"I was looking for--"
"And were you, by any chance, eating ice cream?"
Harry fidgeted. "Um..."
"You see, my new potion has curiously acquired the flavour of Madam Fortescue's Pistachio Delight."
"Is that so bad?"
Snape stomped in. "Allergic. To nuts. Remember?"
Harry smiled. "Not to mine, you aren't."
His only answer was a groan.
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For redblizzard: Snape/Lupin, after HBP
Try Me
When he looked at Snape, Remus couldn't recall why exactly he had loved him. White-lipped and his eyes ablaze, Snape was not the man he remembered.
"Will you please point that thing elsewhere?" Remus asked with all the calm he had. Snape's wand didn't waver one bit.
"Afraid, Lupin?"
"That you'll kill me, too?" Though he never said the name, Remus was certain Snape would understand the accusation; he was clever that way. "Yes."
Snape stared at him for a long moment. "You wouldn't understand."
Remus leaned forward. The tip of Snape's wand dug into his chest. "Try me, won't you."
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For valis2: Snape/Lupin, the price he paid
In Voldemort's World
Through the disasters of their lives, they had been hot and cold. Now, underneath Snape's hand, Lupin was only cold.
"Lupin, you idiot," Snape growled. His hand was sticky with blood. "Why the hell didn't you join me when I asked you to?"
He had played a deadly game, knowingly and cunningly, for decades and for a reason. Snape had always known he'd survive it, but he hadn't counted on Lupin's stubbornness.
"You principled fool. Look at the mess you've made."
In Voldemort's world, in his insanity, werewolves that were not on his side were as safe as the Mudbloods.
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For cadiliniel: Snape/Lucius
Qualities of Pleasures
"What do you want, Lucius?"
"Oh, only a moment of your time."
Snape turned away from his cauldron and offered a crooked smile. "It's never just a moment with you."
"I can't help that I like my pleasures slow," Malfoy replied and grasped Snape's collar. "And delightfully ugly and greasy."
Though it was an old jest, it still stung. "Watch it, or there'll be none for you."
"Just as you like yours well-groomed and scented with perfumes," Malfoy continued and backed Snape against the wall, his hand on Snape's crotch. "Not to mention hands-on."
Snape's crooked smile was back. "Correct."
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For liriaen: Snape, something from this Hafiz poem
The Seed Cracked Open
It was under the cover of the night and with trepidation that Snape went to see Dumbledore. The marble was warm to the touch; Snape knew that it shouldn't have surprised him.
"You, better than anyone, understood that there are two of us housed in this body," he said, glancing around. "Unfortunate that you failed to discern the rules of dominance."
For that had been Dumbledore's flaw: he had trusted his better half, which had little say in the grand directions of his life.
"I apologise for not being sorry, you fool."
With that, he left -- never to return, he knew.
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For karasu_hime: SS/RL/DM (alas, I didn't quite manage the happy part. sorry!)
Spells and Potions
Snape glanced at Lupin's blissful face. "He's still out of it. Good."
"Can't blame him," wheezed Draco. "What was that potion?"
"Oh, just something I made long ago," Snape said and laid down between the sweaty bodies. He turned to look at Draco. "What're you smirking at?"
"Him," Draco said and nodded in Lupin's general direction. "I had thought he'd be boring."
"You thought wrong."
Draco frowned. "You sound like you knew."
"I did." Snape's tone invited no further inquiry. Lupin made a distressed sound and Snape peered at him. "Hand me my wand, Draco. The spell is wearing off."
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For shighola: SS/HP/DM, languorous and summer-y
Show and Tell
"Professor," Draco said breathlessly.
"Considering what we just did, I wish you'd stop calling me that."
As Snape arranged Draco's robes, he rested his head on Snape's shoulder. "Sorry. I was just thinking of... well, Potter."
"You were thinking of Potter?"
Draco leaned back and squinted at the brilliant blue sky. "Not while you were in me, I can't think then. No, just now. About what we're going to do with him when we catch him."
"You have suggestions?"
Draco grinned. Snape, scowling at him, looked dark and impervious to sunlight. "Oh, many."
"Care to share?"
"I better show instead."
* * * * *
So I watched The Fellowship of the Ring: EE with a friend and a bottle of wine today. I really should've eaten before we got to Council of Elrond. Upon first sight of Elrond, I, to the great alarm of my friend Y, said very loudly and in a delighted voice, "OI! STUDMUFFIN!"
*headsofa*
I was forcibly kept off the booze for the remainder of the film. Yeah. I've also been consuming elfslash at alarming rates and you know what I've discovered? Elves don't knock. Thranduil keeps barging in every frickin' time Elrond and Legolas are getting it on. Sigh.
Anyway, am twenty-eight down, two kabillion to go. Next, erm, possibly Sherlock Holmes.
Previous rounds were Star Trek and Star Wars.
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For jademondin: Snape/Harry
Old Warriors, Old Fools
Harry set the book down. "Do you ever think of us as old warriors, Severus?"
"Usually, I think of us as madmen," replied Snape from the depths of his armchair.
"Madmen?"
"Madmen. Nutters. Fools."
"But why? I mean, we've done great things!"
Snape tugged at a strand of his greasy grey hair and frowned. "You've done foolish things, Potter. I'm the fool who keeps rescuing your reckless arse."
"Well, you do have vested interest in said arse."
"At the expense of my own, apparently. As said, old fools."
"But fools in love, Severus."
"Through adversity only."
Harry smiled. "Much adversity."
* * * * *
For cordelia_v: Snape/Harry, disadvantages of the age difference
Limbs of the Elderly
Snape blew a strand of hair out of his eyes. "Potter, my leg does not bend that way."
"Are you sure? Mine does."
Rising on his elbows, Snape scowled at Harry. "Thank you for that reminder of my advancing years. Stiff joints are part and parcel, if you've forgotten."
"Advancing years? Piffle," Harry said, smiling mischievously, and moved his hand up Snape's naked thigh. "There's something to be said for stiff limbs, though."
"Pot- Ah!"
"Tsk. So very stiff and tender, Severus. Let me rub it better."
"Yes. I, ah, right there..."
"Is that better?"
"Much. Yes-ss."
Harry smiled. "Excellent."
* * * * *
For ziggystarmod: Snape/Harry, with Hermione (sorry, couldn't quite squeeze Lupin in there!)
The Book of Great Crushes
"For heaven's sake, Harry!" Hermione snapped.
"What?"
"So you've developed a crush. We all get them."
Unwittingly, Harry glanced at Ron. When he looked back, a flush coloured Hermione's cheeks. "We do?"
"Never you mind him. We were talking about you and that damnable book."
"I do not have a crush on the Half-Blood Prince! I like g-girls," Harry stuttered indignantly.
Hermione looked like she wanted to roll her eyes. "Eileen Prince, remember?"
"I don't have a crush on her, either!"
"Oh, nevermind. For the record, you're fooling no-one." With that, she left.
"I don't have a crush," Harry told his shoes. "I don't."
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For bexpotter: Snape/Harry, ice cream
Pistachio Delight
"Potter!"
Alarmed, Harry looked up from his book. During their years of enmity and subsequent decades of marriage, Harry had learned that when Severus Snape assumed that tone, things were going pear-shaped. "Yes, dear?"
Snape appeared in the doorway. "Did you visit my laboratory today?"
"I was looking for--"
"And were you, by any chance, eating ice cream?"
Harry fidgeted. "Um..."
"You see, my new potion has curiously acquired the flavour of Madam Fortescue's Pistachio Delight."
"Is that so bad?"
Snape stomped in. "Allergic. To nuts. Remember?"
Harry smiled. "Not to mine, you aren't."
His only answer was a groan.
* * * * *
For redblizzard: Snape/Lupin, after HBP
Try Me
When he looked at Snape, Remus couldn't recall why exactly he had loved him. White-lipped and his eyes ablaze, Snape was not the man he remembered.
"Will you please point that thing elsewhere?" Remus asked with all the calm he had. Snape's wand didn't waver one bit.
"Afraid, Lupin?"
"That you'll kill me, too?" Though he never said the name, Remus was certain Snape would understand the accusation; he was clever that way. "Yes."
Snape stared at him for a long moment. "You wouldn't understand."
Remus leaned forward. The tip of Snape's wand dug into his chest. "Try me, won't you."
* * * * *
For valis2: Snape/Lupin, the price he paid
In Voldemort's World
Through the disasters of their lives, they had been hot and cold. Now, underneath Snape's hand, Lupin was only cold.
"Lupin, you idiot," Snape growled. His hand was sticky with blood. "Why the hell didn't you join me when I asked you to?"
He had played a deadly game, knowingly and cunningly, for decades and for a reason. Snape had always known he'd survive it, but he hadn't counted on Lupin's stubbornness.
"You principled fool. Look at the mess you've made."
In Voldemort's world, in his insanity, werewolves that were not on his side were as safe as the Mudbloods.
* * * * *
For cadiliniel: Snape/Lucius
Qualities of Pleasures
"What do you want, Lucius?"
"Oh, only a moment of your time."
Snape turned away from his cauldron and offered a crooked smile. "It's never just a moment with you."
"I can't help that I like my pleasures slow," Malfoy replied and grasped Snape's collar. "And delightfully ugly and greasy."
Though it was an old jest, it still stung. "Watch it, or there'll be none for you."
"Just as you like yours well-groomed and scented with perfumes," Malfoy continued and backed Snape against the wall, his hand on Snape's crotch. "Not to mention hands-on."
Snape's crooked smile was back. "Correct."
* * * * *
For liriaen: Snape, something from this Hafiz poem
The Seed Cracked Open
It was under the cover of the night and with trepidation that Snape went to see Dumbledore. The marble was warm to the touch; Snape knew that it shouldn't have surprised him.
"You, better than anyone, understood that there are two of us housed in this body," he said, glancing around. "Unfortunate that you failed to discern the rules of dominance."
For that had been Dumbledore's flaw: he had trusted his better half, which had little say in the grand directions of his life.
"I apologise for not being sorry, you fool."
With that, he left -- never to return, he knew.
* * * * *
For karasu_hime: SS/RL/DM (alas, I didn't quite manage the happy part. sorry!)
Spells and Potions
Snape glanced at Lupin's blissful face. "He's still out of it. Good."
"Can't blame him," wheezed Draco. "What was that potion?"
"Oh, just something I made long ago," Snape said and laid down between the sweaty bodies. He turned to look at Draco. "What're you smirking at?"
"Him," Draco said and nodded in Lupin's general direction. "I had thought he'd be boring."
"You thought wrong."
Draco frowned. "You sound like you knew."
"I did." Snape's tone invited no further inquiry. Lupin made a distressed sound and Snape peered at him. "Hand me my wand, Draco. The spell is wearing off."
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For shighola: SS/HP/DM, languorous and summer-y
Show and Tell
"Professor," Draco said breathlessly.
"Considering what we just did, I wish you'd stop calling me that."
As Snape arranged Draco's robes, he rested his head on Snape's shoulder. "Sorry. I was just thinking of... well, Potter."
"You were thinking of Potter?"
Draco leaned back and squinted at the brilliant blue sky. "Not while you were in me, I can't think then. No, just now. About what we're going to do with him when we catch him."
"You have suggestions?"
Draco grinned. Snape, scowling at him, looked dark and impervious to sunlight. "Oh, many."
"Care to share?"
"I better show instead."
* * * * *
So I watched The Fellowship of the Ring: EE with a friend and a bottle of wine today. I really should've eaten before we got to Council of Elrond. Upon first sight of Elrond, I, to the great alarm of my friend Y, said very loudly and in a delighted voice, "OI! STUDMUFFIN!"
*headsofa*
I was forcibly kept off the booze for the remainder of the film. Yeah. I've also been consuming elfslash at alarming rates and you know what I've discovered? Elves don't knock. Thranduil keeps barging in every frickin' time Elrond and Legolas are getting it on. Sigh.
Anyway, am twenty-eight down, two kabillion to go. Next, erm, possibly Sherlock Holmes.