Harry crawled up into Severus' lap and snuggled his face into his Professor's neck.
"MISTER POTTER!" Snape boomed, "Just what in the bloody hell do you think you are doing?" Much to his own horror, his voice was cracking as gooseflesh crawled out from his neck where Harry was kissing and licking him.
"I'm having my way. Just as you've always accused me - only this time, I'm having my way with you." Harry's brilliant green eyes twinkled as he pulled back enough to lick his lips and then lowered his hands to the button on Snape's trousers.
"Ha-Potter! We cannot do this. It's just not CANON!"
Harry huffed in frustration. "What do we care about canon? Apparently Canon doesn't matter one whit, so why should we pay any attention to it?"
"What do you mean, it doesn't matter. Of course it matters!"
"I mean it doesn't matter. Look, Rowling approved the movie scripts, correct?"
"That is what I have been led to believe, yes."
"Well, I've seen them, and they're breaking away from canon more and more in each and every film. Why in the last movie, at one point, I looked up and THE BURROW WAS ON FIRE!"
Snape paused. He opened his mouth to reply and then closed it again. While he was silent, Harry smiled again and resumed his work of relieving both Snape and then himself of the constrains of the flies on their trousers.
"I suppose you, erm, have a point there, Potter."
"Of course I do. And apparently you do to," he said, looking down ravenously. "Now if you would be so good as to allow me to put our points together..."
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