Co0mment and TEAM DRAGON COMMENT Pr0n!!
Hey Ali--you're the one person on my flist that I can count on to do exactly what you mentioned--the ability to give any prompt an optimistic outcome. In fact, that's what I think is the hallmark of your stories. And I think you're right about Snape having a soft spot for phoenixes--I always think of them as birds that would read people and their characters very well--so Fawkes probably was the only other besides Albus who knew and was sure of his true character.
I'm looking forward to your story in the Games.
But now, I give you COMMENT PR0N...with crossdressing!!
Harry strode down the aisle up to the High Table and took his seat next to Snape. Nodding cordially, he took his place, "Professor Snape." He repressed the smile at the predictable response.
"Well, have you got it?" Snape asked in a low undertone that gave Harry goosebumps. Spooning sugar into his tea with his right hand, Harry surreptitiously unbuttoned the bottom half of his robes with his left, then casually turned in his seat so that Snape could see inside them.
Only the bottom of the pink bustier was visible, so Harry casually undid his flies so that the top of the red satin garter belt peeked out. He finally did smile when he heard Snape's sharp intake of breath.
"And the stockings?" Snape asked.
"Black lace," Harry said conversationally.
Neither of them spoke for a moment, then Harry gasped as he felt the warm insistent hand find its way through the opening in his robe.
"Severus," he warned with a growl. "I'm eating."
"As shall I," said the barely audible voice beside him.