Advent Drabble for ciraarana!
Title - Discovery
Author - softly_sweetly
Rating - R
Word Count - ~300
Characters/Pairings - Harry/Severus
Warnings/Kinks - Pre-slash, Teacher/Student, Under-18 (Harry's is about 16 here. Legal in the UK)
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - Occlumency lessons bring out more than Harry would like
Author's Notes - Advent drabble for ciraarana!
As Snape cast the spell again, Harry fought desperately to close off his mind and block Snape out. He didn't want to be reduced to a gasping heap on the floor yet again, didn't want to hand Snape any more leverage over him in the form of memories that were his alone. But the familiar tingle set in, and all of a sudden his most treasured memories were rushing to the front of his mind. Harry tried to keep back the images of him and Ron sharing jokes at midnight, of his failed kiss with Cho, of Hermione nagging him about homework. But he couldn't.
Harry felt the memory before he saw it. Not a memory so much as a fantasy, a detention gone awry, with him bent over the desk and Snape curled over him. Harry tried to press it down, to repel the spell and save his last shred of pride, but he wasn't quick enough. The image was there, in all its glory, and Harry was on his knees on the floor, gasping for breath as Snape ended the spell.
"Well well well."
Harry groaned, staring down at the floor and silently begging it to open up and swallow him. He heard Snape walking towards him, but stayed crouched down. He was expecting abuse, or to be kicked out. Anything, other than Snape reaching out a finger and tipping Harry's chin up. And the smirk on Snape's face was a new one. Not malice, or contempt, but a completely new emotion Harry had never seen directed at him.
"If I'd known that was an option, I wouldn't have imposed those tedious lines on you!"
Author - softly_sweetly
Rating - R
Word Count - ~300
Characters/Pairings - Harry/Severus
Warnings/Kinks - Pre-slash, Teacher/Student, Under-18 (Harry's is about 16 here. Legal in the UK)
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - Occlumency lessons bring out more than Harry would like
Author's Notes - Advent drabble for ciraarana!
As Snape cast the spell again, Harry fought desperately to close off his mind and block Snape out. He didn't want to be reduced to a gasping heap on the floor yet again, didn't want to hand Snape any more leverage over him in the form of memories that were his alone. But the familiar tingle set in, and all of a sudden his most treasured memories were rushing to the front of his mind. Harry tried to keep back the images of him and Ron sharing jokes at midnight, of his failed kiss with Cho, of Hermione nagging him about homework. But he couldn't.
Harry felt the memory before he saw it. Not a memory so much as a fantasy, a detention gone awry, with him bent over the desk and Snape curled over him. Harry tried to press it down, to repel the spell and save his last shred of pride, but he wasn't quick enough. The image was there, in all its glory, and Harry was on his knees on the floor, gasping for breath as Snape ended the spell.
"Well well well."
Harry groaned, staring down at the floor and silently begging it to open up and swallow him. He heard Snape walking towards him, but stayed crouched down. He was expecting abuse, or to be kicked out. Anything, other than Snape reaching out a finger and tipping Harry's chin up. And the smirk on Snape's face was a new one. Not malice, or contempt, but a completely new emotion Harry had never seen directed at him.
"If I'd known that was an option, I wouldn't have imposed those tedious lines on you!"