TEAM DRAGON Comment Porn! A Memento-esque Moment.
Snape looked at Harry suspiciously, obviously holding something behind his back. "Whad'ya have there?" Harry asked, reaching for Snape's hand. There ensued a small struggle, ending with Harry triumphantly grabbing a…post-it note. Shooting Snape an enigmatic look, Harry read it. "Harry Potter, Gryffindor, Auror, a good fuck. Likes Bacon Bars and superhero comics." Snape picked at a hangnail, studiously ignoring Harry's raised eyebrows. "What's this? Why'm I on a post-it?" he asked, puzzled by Snape's shifty-eyed look, almost as if he were about to hatch an escape. Heaving a sigh, Snape said wearily, "I have no short-term memory. So I use post-it notes to help me recall…the essentials," he finished, barely audible. Harry was scandalized. "You don't remember anything? Yesterday, the week before? What we're up against?" he asked, incredulous. Snape waggled the post-it note in front of his face. "This is all I need to know." "We're a crime-fighting duo," Harry murmured. "We help the helpless, right wrongs, hell, I even wear tights," he confessed. "You wear tights?" Snape asked. "In addition to being a good fuck?" "Yeah, I guess so, " Harry admitted. Snape was searching his pockets. "Damn it, I need another post-it note!"