|k8bnimble (k8bnimble) wrote in snape_potter,|
@ 2010-10-23 16:11:00
|Entry tags:||10 years of snarry, ficlet, rating: r|
Happy Anniversary to Severus and Harry!
Title: Slytherin Tactics
Rating: R for lewd suggestions
Summary: Severus bothers Harry, even if he’s not actually alive.
Warnings: Bad art. Hopefully the cute little storyline makes up for lack of artistic talent. I promise Sev is enjoying his ever after now…. Guess this is a little Halloween entry too!! Also – not beta’d.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don’t make any cashey money on this.
AN: I did the drawble this morning for the Art 2 contest but realized it begged for a little story so I couldn’t put it in the comments there. Hopefully it can still count? Since I only started writing, I don’t really have anything old – so I did this new one to celebrate…
“Would you stop touching me?” Harry whispered harshly out of the side of his mouth.
“What?” McGonagall said, looking up from the other end of the table. “Harry, did you say something?”
“No, Headmistress. Just thinking out loud,” Harry replied as the long finger kept poking his cheek and then moved onto his neck, head and back. Throughout the entire meeting it had been like that. Harry was glad most of the staff had already left. It was his first year back at Hogwarts teaching “Defense Against the Dark Arts”.
He left the office quickly and headed back to his own. As soon as he closed the door, he spun around.
“What? Are you five years old, Snape!?” The man had followed him back.
“No, but I am dead. You’re the only person who can see or feel me.” Severus grinned smugly at him. “Who else can I bother?”
“So that gives you the right to harass me during a staff meeting?” Harry crossed his arms in irritation.
“No. I just do that because it’s fun.“
Harry brushed his hands through his hair. “They must think I’m as crazy as the “Prophet” says I am when they see me jumping every time you pinch me.”
“At least I don’t do it in front of your students,” Severus said. Harry caught the hint though.
“Right. So what do I have to do to keep you from doing that?”
“You know what I want, Harry. It’s what I’ve wanted for a long time. You know how bored I get unless you entertain me.” Severus raised his eyebrows in expectation.
“Fine, fine!" Harry finally decided to capitulate. “I’ll get you your own set. You and your “Sherlock” obsession! I’m sorry I ever borrowed it from Ron.”
“Make it high def,” Severus amended.
Harry goggled. He didn’t have high def equipment. He could barely get the stuff he did have to work. “Get a high def tv, too. I’ll throw in a blow job,” Severus added.
“You’d do that anyways. It’s Thursday.” Snape always gave Harry blow jobs on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. The man was still obsessed with time tables ten years after he died. Not that Harry complained.
“True – but this time, I’ll hum...and swallow,” Severus offered.
“Plasma or LCD?”