"Thought I'd find you here."
"Well, there's nothing on Praetorius in the catalog so I thought--"
"You thought you'd liberate the key and help yourself, hmm?"
"Well, that isn't precisely how I'd--"
"You've been itching to get your hands on my scrolls since the beginning. You only love me for my books."
"Severus, that's not fair at all."
"It's the truth."
"Don't pout. It's not becoming. Come here."
"No I see how it is."
"Severus."
"..."
"Do you mind, really?"
"No, actually... it's flattering. To know no other man can satisfy you. Or compete with the size of my... Library."
[ written as a belated birthday drabble for
cayswann, whose prompt was SS/HG in the library with medieval music. ]