|snarryhols (snarryhols) wrote in snarry_holidays,|
@ 2007-11-27 12:00:00
|Entry tags:||fic, rated: nc-17|
All I Want For Christmas, for centaury_squill
Title: All I want for Christmas
Rating: NC-17 (for sex and drugs)
Pairing: Snarry, mentioned Ron/Hermione and former Harry/Ginny
Warning: A few DH spoilers but not DH all the way, language, sex, frequent alcohol consume and mentioning of excessive consume.
Summary: Harry works at Hogwarts for a while. Everything seems to have changed, Severus Snape is still irritatingly hostile. Harry feels it's his duty to get the man to open up a bit. How much he didn't expect at first.
“Could you please refrain from leaving your things lying around,” Snape drawled, a terrible strain in his voice giving away his annoyance. A few moments later he decided that he had every right to be annoyed by the youngster occupying the staff room as if it was his alone.
Severus had spent the better part of the last two years in the castle. However Minerva had mistrusted him, hated him, she fulfilled Dumbledore's last request regarding Severus. She had hidden, protected and defended him. She had let him stay at the castle since his home at Spinner 's End – home, the house didn't deserve that description – had been seized by the new Ministry. The castle was his home. Now stumbling over books and getting quills and parchment scrounged off him...
“It breaks your monotony nicely, believe me. And Albus would have wanted you to get along.”
Oh yes, she was going directly for the kill more often and often lately. “Albus would have wanted...”
“Didn't you hear me, scallywag?” Severus now asked, the book at his feet still trying to gnaw at the leg of his trousers. “Put your books away. Especially this one. You leave this place in an absurd disarray and expect me to...”
Now the youngster's head shot up. “You found my Monster Book of Monsters!”
One of Severus' eyebrows slowly climbed up his forehead, a comment “Really? I was of the impression that it had found me.” already on his lips. A mixture of anger and disbelieve mixed in his gut and chest. This... he couldn't find a term for him any more.
He wasn't a boy or teenager any more, but Severus couldn't think of him as man, either.
Harry Potter was the one thing in his life that wasn't black or white. That one disturbing blotch of colour in the monochrome world he was living in ever since he had woken up in the infirmary after his almost-death. How humiliating to find out that he had given his thoughts and memories to that Potter-brat for nothing. The humiliation of having to look into those green eyes again.
He tried to avoid that.
Harry was a bit confused by his former teacher and now almost colleague. Whenever he saw Snape the man was hostile but avoided direct eye contact. Picking up the old school book, Harry accidentally brushed his elbow against Snape's leg and took a startled breath.
An overall bad idea. Snape still liked to complain about him, but his triads were less angry and had a less lasting effect. Somehow being near Snape and smelling that unique combination of damp stone and dried herbs had an even more lasting effect now – although indirectly frightening.
Irritation crawled up Harry's throat when Snape seemingly shook off that touch with a rigid straightening-up motion.
Ever since Voldemort was gone Harry hoped his horrible feelings had, too. But being around Snape tended to shake up his emotions pretty badly. It wasn't what he had used to feel around Snape, that sense of being treated unfairly... well, that had stayed. But he didn't hate Snape for it any more.
It just annoyed the hell out of him to be treated like a unruly peace of furniture.
“Bad wardrobe! You mixed up my socks again.”
That thought almost made him laugh out loud and not for the first time he asked himself if going mad was an option or a fact here.
“I still would prefer an orderly staff room. You are no student any more, I think I can expect a little more retentiveness on your behalf.”
Harry nodded. These discussions first had him curious, then annoyed and then exhausted.
Snape walking in, Snape talking, Snape walking out again. Meals alone in their rooms or together in the staff room – but always in silence.
“See you at dinner,” muttered Harry and collected as many books as he could carry at once. Not looking back he more or less staggered to his makeshift rooms a few corridors away.