Title: Secret Keeper
Author: quite_grey
Rating: R
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Snarry
Length: One-shot (616 words)
Genre: Er...Snarky Romance?
Warnings: None that I can think of.
Summary: Some things are better kept secret, though not always for the reasons one might think.
Notes: Written for lesyeuxverts's bday. Happy birthday, dear!! Also, I'm an American writer, so please feel free to let me know if I've slipped in any glaring Americanisms or the like. Thanks to shellydkitty for looking this over.
Website: Grey's Fic Index
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Secret Keeper

“You just like torturing me,” Harry said, scowling at Severus.

“That is indeed a perk...” Severus washed his sallow hands at the basin in the back of the workroom, scrubbing pickled bat spleen from beneath his fingernails as Harry leaned against the small counter, facing Severus. “However, not everything in this world revolves around Harry Potter; there are extenuating circumstances that won't allow for me to share with you exactly how I 'came back from the dead.'” Severus spared Harry the barest of glances. “As I've told you innumerable times before.”

“And I've told you innumerable times that you're full of it,” Harry shot back, crossing his arms stubbornly, just like the obstinate Gryffindor he was. Keeping back what would have been a rather predatory smile, Severus dried his hands before turning to stride over to the several potions brewing on the nearby workbench. With a petulant sigh, Harry followed.

There really was no mystery to Severus's great escape from the clutches of death; he'd carried an antidote to Nagini's poison with him even during Voldemort's first rise, after it became apparent that the Dark Lord enjoyed using his snake to punish his followers. It absorbed through the skin, so all Severus had had to do was slip his hand into his pocket and let himself fall into the near-death state that the antidote put his body in while it worked. Nothing he couldn't tell Harry, but the boy was right, at least partially: Severus did like torturing him, though not for reasons Harry would ever guess.

“Git,” Harry muttered, hiking himself up to sit on the very edge of the workbench, where Severus had left just enough space for Harry's broomstick, his cleaning kit and his narrow arse. Harry picked up his broomstick and began waxing the handle in a manner Severus would have found titillating if he'd been one for blatant phallic innuendo.

“What was that?” Severus asked, his black gaze trawling Harry's features, catching on those haunting green eyes. There, right there—that was the reason he continued to keep his foolish little secret from Harry, that sullen glow, the dark brooding that had never shadowed his mother's eyes—Lily's eyes. It reminded Severus that Harry was more than just his mother's son, more than an echo of the woman he'd loved; he was Harry, his Harry.

“Git,” Harry said, louder, enunciating the word clearly without looking up from his broom. This time, Severus did let a smile ghost over his lips for just a moment.

“What have I told you about respecting your elders?” Severus stirred the nearest cauldron with his wand three and a half times, counterclockwise, never taking his gaze off Harry's face.

“You're not my elder, you're my boyfriend.”

Severus grimaced. “You know I hate that undignified term.”

Harry smirked, meeting Severus's gaze again, and Severus's cock perked up in interest. “What should I call you, my 'Sir'?”

“You're not too old to be punished for cheek, boy.”

Harry fondled his broomstick with scandalously deft fingers, his smirk turning to a grin. “Are you going to make me write lines?”

Severus could tell by the mingling odors of the potions that they were all simmering away nicely; no harm would come from a brief diversion of his attention. Carefully, he set down his wand, then in a single swift movement was between Harry's knees, shoving his thighs apart and grounding his palm against Harry's groin. Harry gasped, dropping his broom to the tabletop with a clatter, but he wasted no time wrapping his legs around Severus and writhing against the hand on his cock as he clutched Severus's shoulders.

It's was Severus's turn to smirk. “Hardly.”

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