conzieu (conzieu) wrote in severus_sighs, @ 2010-05-28 11:44:00 |
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Current location: | Decanter Bay, NZ |
Current mood: | excited |
Current music: | Lost boys sound track |
Entry tags: | drabble, member: conzieu, pairing: severus/harry, rating: nc-17 |
Yours, always... By Conzieu
Title: Yours, always...
Author: conzieu
Pairing: Snarry
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 300
Warnings: Chan14
Summary: Snape is possessive, Harry is protective...“The hat wanted to sort me into Slytherin.”
A/N: No beta, this was my entry for the first round of Snarry ldws. (I made it to round 2...) Cross posted with Snarry ldws, obviously.
“Uncle!” Ron releases a laughing Harry from his headlock.
“Look at you! Honestly!” Hermione straightens Harry’s tie and forcefully pushes his shirt tail down the back of his pants.
Then the dungeon goes silent as they notice the Potions Master has quietly entered.
“Fighting in my classroom, Potter?” His voice is deceivingly soft as he passes, his black robes fluttering in his wake, his purr full of venom. “Detention.”
The Vitality Draught congeals disgustingly in Harry’s cauldron, despite his flawless brewing.
A raised eyebrow, a sneer, a wave of the elegant hand and the potion vanishes. “Another try, perhaps?”
As the rest of the class files out, Hermione and Ron leave last, with commiserating looks.
The click of the lock, and Harry’s back is pushed against the wall, a thigh between his legs and his mouth full of tongue. He kisses back, and ruts, and moans, and comes helplessly, shuddering in his lover’s embrace.
“She was touching you.” Snape growls in his ear.
Harry smiles, falling gracefully to his knees. The black robes part, the placket opens, the dark, dark eyes close with a trembling sigh. Harry’s pink tongue licks, his warm mouth sucks deep and he greedily swallows his lover’s gift.
He stands, presses against Snape and whispers in his neck, “Yours, Severus, all yours, only yours, always.”
Leaving, sweet bitter musk on his tongue, he sees a flash of pale blond hair disappear ahead.
Another minute and his knee is on Malfoy’s chest, his wand at Malfoy’s throat.
“Hurt him in any way, and you will never know what hit you,” Harry says, his words cold .
“Devious revenge? From a Gryffindor? I am shaking with fear…”
Dangerous green eyes meet grey ones, the feral smile an unmistakable threat.
“The hat wanted to sort me into Slytherin.”