Another non-contest related fanfiction
Author: Ilujna / Betrayedjudas
Title: Potter
Genre: Angst
Pairing: Severus / Harry implied Severus / James
Rating: R, because they're naked and... just finished um, meeting the beast with two backs when the story starts.
Word Count: 1,663
Warning: Slash
Summary: Harry questions why Severus never calls him by his first name.
Misc: I really do write things that aren't angst! Just, angst makes the best one-shots. Also, I'm not a Snarry writer, just was this one of those stories that refused to let itself not be written. I tried to find a Snarry writer for it, but they're always into Harry and Snape being in love and whatnot, and that love is kind of one-sided in this story.
Severus collapsed, completely spent, onto the sweating back of his lover. "Potter." He exhaled, before rolling off his completely legal co-worker and reaching for his robe.
"What did you call me?" Harry asked fearfully, knowing the name that Severus had shouted earlier, the only time he had ever spoken during intercourse, wasn't his own.
"Potter." Severus scowled over his shoulder at his ex-student, upset at him for asking such an obvious question.
"Just now, yes. But earlier... while we were..." His voice trailed off as Harry gathered the blankets from the foot of the bed and wrapped them around his lithe form.
"Yes. What?" Severus asked impatiently, straightening his robe and getting ready to leave Harry's apartment.
"You yelled."
"People have been known to do that during times of-"
"You yelled my father's name. You yelled out 'James'." Harry broke in, the words rushing out of his mouth.
Severus scoffed and a smirk stole across his face before he crossed the room back to the bed. He reached out and almost tenderly moved an unruly hair from Harry's forehead. "You do look just like him."
"What?" Harry jumped up from the bed, the blankets forgotten, and stared at the Potions teacher.
Severus's gaze ran down his lover's naked body and the trademark smirk snuck across his face once more. "Just like him in almost every way."
Harry twitched, unable to come to terms with what was being said. "You and my father...?"
"All the time."
"Is this why you never...?"
"You think I'm here because I love you? You think I like you? The only thing I like is pretending you're James." Severus laughed cruelly at the expression on Harry's face. Part disgust, partly anger, mostly sadness.
"You mean you never..."
"I never loved you Harry. But I did see a future with Potter, before he decided to marry that horrible redhead." With that, the teacher slammed the door to Potter’s chambers and swished down the hall. He felt no shame, no remorse, no sorrow.
“Just like his father…” he laughed to himself.
Title: Potter
Genre: Angst
Pairing: Severus / Harry implied Severus / James
Rating: R, because they're naked and... just finished um, meeting the beast with two backs when the story starts.
Word Count: 1,663
Warning: Slash
Summary: Harry questions why Severus never calls him by his first name.
Misc: I really do write things that aren't angst! Just, angst makes the best one-shots. Also, I'm not a Snarry writer, just was this one of those stories that refused to let itself not be written. I tried to find a Snarry writer for it, but they're always into Harry and Snape being in love and whatnot, and that love is kind of one-sided in this story.
Severus collapsed, completely spent, onto the sweating back of his lover. "Potter." He exhaled, before rolling off his completely legal co-worker and reaching for his robe.
"What did you call me?" Harry asked fearfully, knowing the name that Severus had shouted earlier, the only time he had ever spoken during intercourse, wasn't his own.
"Potter." Severus scowled over his shoulder at his ex-student, upset at him for asking such an obvious question.
"Just now, yes. But earlier... while we were..." His voice trailed off as Harry gathered the blankets from the foot of the bed and wrapped them around his lithe form.
"Yes. What?" Severus asked impatiently, straightening his robe and getting ready to leave Harry's apartment.
"You yelled."
"People have been known to do that during times of-"
"You yelled my father's name. You yelled out 'James'." Harry broke in, the words rushing out of his mouth.
Severus scoffed and a smirk stole across his face before he crossed the room back to the bed. He reached out and almost tenderly moved an unruly hair from Harry's forehead. "You do look just like him."
"What?" Harry jumped up from the bed, the blankets forgotten, and stared at the Potions teacher.
Severus's gaze ran down his lover's naked body and the trademark smirk snuck across his face once more. "Just like him in almost every way."
Harry twitched, unable to come to terms with what was being said. "You and my father...?"
"All the time."
"Is this why you never...?"
"You think I'm here because I love you? You think I like you? The only thing I like is pretending you're James." Severus laughed cruelly at the expression on Harry's face. Part disgust, partly anger, mostly sadness.
"You mean you never..."
"I never loved you Harry. But I did see a future with Potter, before he decided to marry that horrible redhead." With that, the teacher slammed the door to Potter’s chambers and swished down the hall. He felt no shame, no remorse, no sorrow.
“Just like his father…” he laughed to himself.