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For D.J., with ♥ from klynie.





   



Harry studied Newlin's face as he slept.

Muscles slack, piercing black eyes hidden, Newlin's face retained slopes and planes that mapped a life lived twice. Sallow skin taut over cheekbones, a skull that housed an intellect honed to spew truth and vitriol and lies in equal measure, a nose arced like a gargoyle above thin lips. If the eyes opened and Harry attacked just right, Newlin's soul would be bared to him, stripped down to Snape's essence through the magic of Legilimency and Harry's sheer power.

He wondered what Newlin saw while Harry slept.

He wondered if Newlin even looked.





For DJ~ Thanks for all of the work you put in! ♥~ Minx









Harry watched his husband from the safety of the corner shadow.

"Pregnant? Me? Absurd," Severus groused, flipping through yet more printed pages. "And honestly, wish magic? Everyone knows it doesn't work that way."

Harry snorted and shook his head. The man overindulged every year.

"I could see the brat throwing himself into the past. He is rather accident prone." Severus used his quill to scratch notes along the margins of several pages. "Hogwarts acting the woman scorned," and he visibly shuddered, "is enough to give me nightmares."

"Been reading again?" Harry asked, pushing off of the wall, intent on confiscating the array of papers.

Severus jerked back, shifting his gaze to the multitude of stories scattered around his feet. "Have I been at this long?"

A soft chuckle preceded Harry's reply. "A few weeks, I'd say."

"Weeks?" Severus blanched and dug through the papers for the small desk calendar. "Merlin! It's been…"

"Weeks," Harry finished. "Come on, then. Shower and then sleep."

Severus made to turn back. "There is only one more."

"Shower, Severus Snape, and then bed." Sending the room into darkness, Harry muttered, "I'm sure DJ won't mind waiting until tomorrow for your reviews."





For D.J. from Anders. Thank you for all the hard work!









Mighty Dragons, much more than eleven,
Met a Djin with the power of seven.
There were Phoenixes, too,
Singing cock-a-doodle-doo.

Being a true genius,
The Djin decided thus:
"Let's have Games," she said, her eyes starry,
"Games to worship teh Snarry."

The Dragons rejoiced,
And the Phoenixes voiced
Their love for the wonderful Snarry.

So thanks to Djin's vision,
In friendly competition,
They created fic extraordinary.





To DJ with ♥ from Centaury. Thanks for all your hard work!









"Dragons!" Snape snorted, working soothing ointment into Harry's singed scrotum.

Just why had the brat done it?

"I wanted to win the trophy, as a special present for you," Harry said.

"Nobody but a dunderhead would enter a broomstick race where the course runs over a dragon reservation."

"7 others competed," Harry said.

"Right. 8 dunderheads, then."

"Over a dragon reservation is half the fun - and I did win."

Complacently, Harry offered the dragon-shaped trophy to his lover.

"Kindly explain why -" Snape began.

"Swedish Short-snout," Harry explained, "SS, for Severus Snape: there's magic in initials, you know."

"!" commented Snape.





A little ficlet for DJ, who has my undying admiration for her work on the Snarry Games. With love, from Rakina. X









Severus stood in front of the plain stone in the cemetery, his face tight with emotion.

Hangleton had an atmospheric cemetery, rows upon rows of dark granite reminiscent of standing stones. There were so many after the centuries of drawn-out battles between Light and Darkness that they would have made Britannia's most impressive megalithic monument had they been millennia old instead of mere centuries. And many, too many, were sparkling new, their dark stone glistening in the sunlight or sleekly shining in the rain.

But this cemetery was a different place altogether; it was a quieter place, and to Severus' eyes an infinitely sadder one. A simple meadow, no more, with few of the graves here still tended, and those that were merely graced by simple sprigs of wild flowers in the summer, or garlands of holly and ivy in the winter. Flowers for hope, for resurrection; evergreens for continuing life even in the coldest season; gifts that the rural poor hereabouts could afford to impart to their dead.

Severus swallowed the lump that choked him and took a deep breath. He knelt and placed the carefully plaited garland of summer flowers on the grave that was marked only by a wooden marker for now, though Severus had ordered a proper stone from the mason only yesterday. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

An arm wrapped around his narrow shoulders. "She knows that, Severus."

Severus looked into his bonded's green eyes and saw comfort, empathy, and wisdom surely beyond such a young man's years. A wave of embarrassment surged up inside him as he realised his eyes were moist. He tried not to blink for fear of spilling that moisture.

"Mums are special people, Severus. She understood you, even if your dad never did. And she's with you now."

Severus nodded rather desperately and pushed to his feet. The action helped him gain control. "I know, really. I regret... that she's here, so far from Hangleton."

"You grew up here; she spent all her life here. It's the right place for her."

"She'd fit into Hangleton well, though. I often wish she'd seen the stud; she'd have been right at home there." Severus managed a quirk of his lips.

Harry was relieved at the sight. Seeing Severus tearful was something he hated, something he hadn't seen since his return to the Dragon's Tower. "Oh. You mean she loved horses?"

"No," Severus said and a real smile broke out then. "Oh no... It wouldn't have been the horses that suited her; it's the stud's name. You see, Harry, she was a bit of a dragon."

Harry's laughter rang out and brightened the little cemetery, the sound lifting Severus' introspective mood as it always did. Without Harry he was a sadder, grimmer man, and he knew it. Severus slipped his arms around Harry and kissed him, glorying in life and love and light, and the young man who was his anchor to all of these.





A ficlet for D.J., with thanks from gingertart for allowing me to play with the big girls and boys!









A miniature dragon hissed at Harry from Lucius Malfoy's shoulder. Malfoy brushed a hand down the front of his velvet dress robe, flicking away a tiny speck of ash. The dragon shifted its grip on his reinforced leather shoulder pad.

"Potter."

"Mr Malfoy."

Malfoy's eyes widened slightly and his lips curled into a little smirk of superiority.

"Really, Potter, Saviour of the Wizarding World, and the best you can do for a familiar is an overgrown insect?"

Harry lifted the scorpion down from its perch on his collar, holding it in his cupped hands. Claws prickled his skin as the scorpion arched its tail and flexed its claws.

"He isn't an insect," Harry said mildly, "he's an arachnid, as I'm sure you're aware."

Malfoy shrugged. Before Harry could step back, the dragon lunged. There was a flurry of wings and smoke then a harsh squawk, and the dragon was staring cross-eyed at the end of its muzzle, which began to swell rapidly.

"That thing's dangerous!" Malfoy exclaimed, holding the little dragon at arm's length as it whined and pawed at its face. "Look at what it's done!"

"It's eaten him!" Harry bellowed, "What did you expect? Oh bloody hell! Make it sick, it ate my scorpion!"

"You're hysterical, Potter – " Malfoy stared at the tip of Harry's wand, which was quivering an inch from his chin.

"Unless you save my scorpion, I'm going to kill you, Malfoy. Now do something."

"I'll buy you another damn scorpion – "

"That one was more important than you can ever imagine. Now get it – ouch!"

A sharp pain made Harry look down, to where the scorpion was poking him in the ankle with a claw to attract his attention. He reached down and gently picked up the little creature. "Oh thank Merlin you're all right. Did he hurt you?"

Malfoy turned his eyes heavenwards and gave the kind of smile that suggested that he was humouring a maniac.

"Oh joy, you have your pet back, so would you mind putting your wand away, Potter, before someone gets hurt?"

The dragon, holding its paw over its face, whimpered piteously. "I think," Malfoy added, "that you owe me for one damaged Chinese Royal Chrysanthemum Miniature Dragon – "

"Father! There you are," Draco Malfoy emerged from the main dance hall. "Everything all right? I see you've found Potter and Severus."

"Severus?" Malfoy's gaze flickered to the scorpion and his face paled slightly. Harry held his hands out from his body and as he felt the scorpion begin to grow heavier, let go. Snape transformed in mid air, landing on his feet as if stepping down a stairway.

"Ah," Malfoy said, "Severus, good evening…"

Snape folded his arms. Harry tapped Draco on the shoulder and beckoned. Draco raised his eyebrows.

"I think the two old friends have things to discuss," Harry explained as they walked away.

Behind them, they heard the crackle of a hex. There was a sudden flapping and Draco lurched as the dragon landed on his shoulder with an indignant, if nasal, bugling cry. It sneezed a copious dollop of corrosive dragon snot down the front of his immaculate dress robes then wiped its nose on his hair. Draco swore. Harry managed to contain his amusement.

All was really rather well.





DJ, well, what can I say? Thank you for fanning the flames of my Snarry love. Thank you for the games - for the opportunity it gave me to grow as a writer, and for the privilege of meeting so many wonderful and talented folks. Thank you for your constant encouragement and support. Thank you for being my cheerleader, ass-kicker, devil's advocate and dear friend. You have a heart the size of the ocean, and a work ethic beyond anything I've ever seen before.
*so much love*    -Dacro






Severus watched.
He observed each laboured step from the Hospital wing and every grief-filled glance backward. Even months later, Harry would return from flying, wind-flushed and glowing brilliantly, but emptiness still hid behind bright eyes.
They never mentioned the child, August, and yet he was ever-present. They carried on, handling each other with care and healing slowly.
Severus ached to join their bodies with the freedom and hunger they'd shared. Before. And even when Harry reached for him, communicating his desire, Severus held back, knowing it was too soon. Too soon to create another life.
Too soon to forgive himself.





DJ: My fond memories of the Games this year will center around the team members of Dragon, and you. I've enjoyed our late night chats, looked forward to our mutual uTube wars, and consider you a dear friend. You have my respect and admiration for you devotion to the Games and their participants. Considering the word 'champion', you are without a doubt the greatest one. Thank you, my friend.     -Joanwilder








Harry was slightly incredulous. "I'm surprised. I didn't think you'd want to go."

"Why not?" Snape asked. "I've never been to Canada. Or seen the Pacific."

"Severus," Harry chided, "neither of us has. But it's the Olympics we'd be going to see."

Snape sneered. "Oh yes, the Olympics. I've not forgotten."

Narrowing his eyes, Harry considered Snape's uncharacteristic attempt at nonchalance. Suddenly he sat up straight, his eyes wide. "Wait. Wait." He made a noise of disgust. "You're not still on about those stories are you?" He shook his head. "I should've never shown you," he muttered.

"How dare she?" Snape spat out. "Use our relationship as…as…" he spluttered.

"It's called slash, Severus," Harry said wearily, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Smash, stash, whatever, it's pure pornography," Snape muttered as he crossed his arms. "And I intend to find this DJ person and demand an apology."

Harry was speechless for a moment, then pursed his lips. "Aw, c'mon, how can you say that? It wasn't just porn. There were some really nice stories—most of them made us much more interesting than we really are," he said matter-of-factly.

"Speak for yourself," Snape murmured.

"It's more than Rowling did for us. Look what she did!" Harry reminded him.

"Hmm, there is that."

"Besides, look at all the ideas those stories gave us. We've never had such great sex!"

"As long as we ignore the parts that are piffle." He caught Harry's eye, then crooked a finger at him.

Harry shot him a wary glance, then shrugged as he sat sideways on his lap. "So, you'll leave her alone?" he asked anxiously.

Working at the buttons of Harry's shirt, it was obvious that Snape had moved on, or so Harry thought until Snape muttered, "No permanent damage, I promise. I'll teach her a little lesson, then Obliviate her."

Sighing, Harry realized he'd just have to let Snape have his head. Now…and in Canada too.

He let out a snort into the flesh of Snape's neck, and was rewarded with a slap to his behind.





To DJ, with love, Josan








Mei-Ping nudged the door open and walked into the room as if she belonged, even though she'd never before been here. She looked around then jumped onto the comfy chair, turned around three times counter-clockwise, and settled down for a nap.

DJ, not suspecting a thing, staggered home that evening, tired from work, from the unseasonable weather. As she hung up her coat, she muttered a variety of obscenities, mainly dealing with how cold she felt.

A loud shriek pierced the night.

Rubbing her burnt posterior, DJ turned to find Mei-Ping, smoke rising from her nostrils, smiling benevolently at her.





Djin – thank you so much for the opportunity to take part in the snarry_games! You, and they, rock!     -Lilyseyes









“James Sirus?”

Severus’ head snapped around so fast his neck muscles cramped and he could only growl past the pain.

“Albus Severus?”

“Absolutely not! Manipulative old bastard,” Severus sneered. “I refuse to saddle my son with…"

Harry stopped the sensual massage he’d become so good at to give him what Severus privately described as ‘the hairy-eyeball’.

“I don’t hear you contributing anything constructive to the conversation, Severus.”

Severus reached down and pressed Harry’s hand back to that part of his anatomy which was most in need of stroking, sniffing dramatically. “As you’ve already disallowed the tribute name I suggested...”

Harry’s hand stilled on an upwards stroke. “Djin? Severus, I am not giving our son that woman’s name!”

“I fail to understand your objections, after all, had it not been for her, our story might never have been written!

That, at least, shut the brat up and put his mouth to better use, Severus smirked, thrusting up into the delicious heat.





DJ – thank you for all your hard work, and for making this (my first Games!) a fest to remember. I've had so much fun. ♥ With love from Who_La_Hoop









"Phoenix or dragon," Harry said, putting his quill down and stretching out his aching fingers. "Which would you rather be?"

Severus snorted, eyes still fixed on the essay he was marking, a pile of parchment scrolls perilously balancing on the table in front of them both.

"Well, go on," Harry said when Severus failed to reply. "Which?"

Severus, quill hovering over the parchment, paused and raised an eyebrow. "My apologies, Potter, I did not realise your inane question required an actual response. I choose neither." He made a mark on the parchment with his quill, as if to underline how hard he wasn't listening to Harry's words.

"That's cheating!" Harry replied, grinning.

Severus closed his eyes, very briefly, with an expression of extreme weariness – which Harry knew, from long experience, Severus could put on at will. Severus turned to stare at his partner.

"On the one hand there's the dragon," Harry said, unmoved by Severus' signature glare of disdain. "Powerful, strong—"

"And so stupid it has allowed itself to be hunted to near extinction," Severus said with a sniff.

"Oh, shush, you," Harry said. "And on the other hand there's the phoenix – enigmatic, with tremendous healing powers, and—" He paused and grimaced. Severus' expression had stiffened, as had the line of his shoulders. "Immortality, I guess."

Severus said nothing for a while. Then he took a very soft breath. "I choose dragon," he said.

The tension that had crackled, dangerous and tempting, in the air between them — two men who had looked death in the eye and not shied away — dissipated.

"Despite the pea-sized brain?" Harry asked, trying not to laugh.

Severus looked at him — a very pointed look. "A lack of intelligence is not the worst sin in the world."

"Oh, thanks," Harry said. "Thanks very much."

Severus said nothing, just smirked, and turned back to his marking.

It was only after several minutes that he spoke again. "He never understood what he was asking for, what it would mean – even when he was sane, or at least what passes for such, on the outside."

"Sorry?" Harry frowned. "What are you—"

"Riddle," Severus said, quietly. "Only a fool would choose to live forever — to watch, unending, a parade of those he loved wither and die before his ageless eyes. Nothing could be worth such a price."

Harry leaned over and kissed Severus, very softly, on the cheek. "I'd be a dragon too," he said, awkwardly.

Severus snorted and picked up his quill, but his left arm moved around Harry's shoulders, warm and comforting. "May I ask, if the answer will not take longer than I have the patience for, why your sudden interest in the relative merits of feather and scale?"

Harry smiled, resting his head against Severus' shoulder and snuggling in. "Oh, just something I was reading on the Internet got me thinking."

Luckily, Severus decided not to inquire.





For DJ, on the occasion of the 2008 Snarry Games, with much love and admiration, from Perfica









A flotsam of fairies nattered happily in their high-pitched voices, crooning as they straightened and polished the scales of Nessie, Harry’s ever-patient dragon. Severus’ familiar, Glaurung, watched from a nearby tree; huffed circles of black smoke rising from his nostrils the only indication of how truly amused he was.

“I’ll have a cuppa too,” Harry called back over his shoulder, not wanting to turn away from the spectacle of another spectacular dusk.

Once the banging and the muttered complaints from the kitchen had stopped, Severus joined him on the patio, passing him a steaming mug as they rested their forearms on the railing.

“The fumes aren’t so bad tonight,” Harry said, wrinkling his nose as a stray gust of wind bought the smell of the swamp to them. The glug-glug-glug of colourful mud bubbling and collapsing back in on itself was mildly hypnotic.

The brew in Harry’s hand warmed him as instantly as the press of Severus’ body along his side, as completely as Severus’ arm wrapped around his hips.

“The fairies seem to like it,” Severus said comfortably.





For DJ – Thank you so much for the snarry_games (and, of course, for your killer organisation and mod skillz and for your patience and kindness)! I had a blast!   -aqua_alta









Harry sank back into the pillows, wiping his face. He closed his eyes and, for a couple of seconds, he listened to the man next to him breathing. The smell of sweat and sex weighed heavy in cool the air of the dungeon.

"What happens now?" Harry asked.

Snape remained silent.

"Things will change now, won't they?" Harry opened his eyes again and turned to face the other man.

Running his hands through his hair, Snape sighed. "Dragons," he murmured.

"What?" A faint hint of amusement crept into Harry's voice.

"Dragons," Snape repeated. "Here be dragons."

"Yeah," Harry whispered, smiling.





Oh, DJ. How much can I say? For all the time and sleepless nights and incredible energy you’ve put into these Games (and us!)—not enough. Thank you. ♥ I hope you like this little token. It's about curling--everyone's favorite Olympic sport!     -Dracofiend








"Potter, television is an abomination."

"Shh, he's throwing for the last end..."

Severus is quiet, as requested, for a moment. Then, "Are they--they're--sweeping." His tone is disdainful, and faintly incredulous.

Harry, captivated by the frantic swishing of brooms on the screen, is silent.

"Do they do classrooms?" Severus asks.

"They're not janitors! It's serious sport!" Harry starts to explain the rules of the game, launching into the finer points of the chip and hack while jabbing enthusiastically at the telly, then stops.

"What?" he demands of the raised black brow. "You're staring at me."

"Merely watching your brain rot. Give me that."

"Agh! Get--off--Sev--!" Harry flails, fighting, to keep the remote.

He knuckles Severus hard in the chin.

Severus jerks back and flexes his jaw, glaring at Harry's apologetic face. He grabs Harry's limp hand and plucks away the remote. Then, curling his fist over empty fingers, he pulls Harry close. He sits them both down. They land with a whump onto the couch and he clamps a forceful arm around Harry's ribs.

Severus purses his mouth tightly. He doesn't change the channel.

Harry grins.





Thank you so much for all your hard work and encouragement, and for letting me play and making me a Dragon—it was an amazing experience!!    -Jadzialove









Harry woke with a start. After a heart-pounding moment in which he reassured himself that Severus was indeed still next to him, Harry stretched, twisting toward Severus, who was lying on his back, breathing rhythmic puffs of air through a slightly opened mouth.

The man wasn't any prettier in rest than he was wide-awake, but the harsh features caused that now familiar tug in his chest nonetheless, and Harry sighed. Although he'd known deep down inside that Severus would return, he still felt relief mixed in with the joy of finally having Severus there beside him. Having him home.

He lifted a finger and lazily traced around Severus's nipple, ruffling the sparse hairs that surrounded it. Sometime in the middle of the night, Severus had awoken him and treated Harry to something he'd never once—not even in his most frenzied, feverish fantasies—imagined people actually did to pleasure one another.

Harry wondered now if he could return the favor.

He leant closer and kissed the peaking nipple, swirled his tongue around it before grazing it with his teeth.

Severus snuffled a bit, which sounded encouraging, so Harry kissed and licked his way down Severus's body, then moved in between his long legs, pushing the bedding off of them as he went.

Harry eyed Severus's cock with interest—he'd never been that close, well, his eyes hadn't been so close anyway, and he studied it somewhat myopically. Even flaccid in its wiry black nest, it looked large, impressive.

He hesitated for a moment, his confidence wavering. What if he ended up being pants at this?

Get a grip, Potter, he thought. Then he snorted softly when he realized the voice in his head sounded a lot like Severus.

It'd felt brilliant when Severus had done it to him, surely Harry could mimic the action to some degree successfully.

Harry loosely wrapped a hand around Severus's cock, and even that small contact caused it to firm slightly in his hand. It sent a thrill through Harry, knowing that he could do that, which gave him the needed encouragement to take the experiment further.

He bent his head and tentatively licked just inside and all the way round Severus's foreskin with the tip of his tongue. Severus released a huff of breath that wasn't quite a moan, but certainly sounded like approval.

Squeezing gently with his hand, Harry bent back to his task, gratified to see the head pushing outward, peeking out of the stretching the foreskin. He pushed the tip of his tongue into the slit, receiving his first taste of the clear fluid just beginning to pool there, along with a more distinctive noise of approval from Severus.

There was a musky scent that mixed with the slightly bitter tang of Severus on Harry's tongue, and it was heady and arousing. Harry couldn't resist any longer. With a flat tongue he licked up the hardened length, swirling around the now fully exposed head, then, mindful of his teeth, drew it into his mouth, sucking gently, taking in as much as he could.

Harry felt a hand in his hair and he looked up at a now-awake Severus, smiling around his mouthful.

"Good morning to you too, Potter."

"Mmmnnnng," Harry responded without missing a beat, which caused Severus to make an unexpected but wholly erotic noise. The long, low moan went straight to Harry's groin and he renewed his efforts with increased enthusiasm. He might not be able to swallow all of him, as Severus had done to Harry, but he now knew how to make up for that.

Harry began a rhythm of humming and sucking and squeezing and licking, while the low noise from Severus became a sort of growling pant. Severus began pushing up into Harry's grasp and mouth, and then Harry felt a tugging in his hair.

"Harry…."

But Harry ignored the warning, determined to do what Severus had done for him.

One last "Unngghh!" from Severus, and Harry's mouth was flooded. It was hot and bitter; Harry swallowed as much as he could, until no more was offered.

Severus tapped his head and Harry looked up to see a gesture that he took to mean Severus wanted him to stop.

Harry released him, placing a little kiss on the tip before he pulled away. He wiped at his face then licked his hand. It wasn't bad, really, come—a little bitter maybe, not something he'd like in an ice cream flavor, certainly, but not at all unpleasant.

A smirk threatened at the corners of Severus's mouth as he watched Harry, and Harry grinned up at him, then crawled up the bed.

"I know what you're thinking."

"Do you? Please do enlighten me."

"You're thinking if I showed half as much interest in learning potions, I'd've mastered them."

"Highly doubtful, and not at all what I was thinking."

Harry smirked. "All right, do enlighten me, then."

"I was marveling at your enthusiasm and aptitude for learning when properly motivated. As well as anticipating what you'll make of rimming."

"Rimming? Sounds interesting." Harry kissed the smirking mouth, then added, "I'd like to fuck you first, if it's all the same to you—I've a lot of catching up to do."

Harry hadn't actually expected Severus would go for such a thing, but he figured it couldn't hurt to put it out there, and he was delightfully surprised by Severus's response.

"Indeed you have, and I expect you to apply yourself to buggering with much the same enthusiasm. I'm not going to do all the work around here—not any longer."

Laughing, Harry kissed Severus again, then coming over a bit sentimental, he sighed happily and said, "No, we can definitely share the load from now on."





DJ you are the best!        -I Got Tired of Waiting









Snarry-Mod: One of these days...

BadBoy: "Too bad you can't hex them."

Snarry-Mod: Yeah, wouldn't that be grand?

BadBoy: "You could serve up 'roasted wank'"

Snarry-Mod: Or 'Wank-a-bob'."

BadBoy: "It would have to be a forest fire to do that."

Snarry-Mod: Hold on--brb.

BadBoy: "Take your time."

While waiting, BadBoy stretched his long legs under the desk and took a sip of his brandy. It was quiet, too quiet, and a quick glance around the room indicated he was alone. Odd that. He could have sworn the drakes were here a few minutes ago.

"Harry, have you seen the drakes?"

Chuckling, at something on the screen of his laptop, Harry replied, "I think they left a while ago. They were making those, 'Let's go chase garden gnomes,' kind of noises."

"Hmmm. I wonder..." Badboy began, the rest of his thought never voiced as Googlechat chimed, signalling the return of his on-line friend. "It's nothing," he replied to Harry. "I was just curious."

"Oh, all right, love," Harry said, shaking his head.

Snarry-Mod: OMG! All the wank LJ's are burning. They don't know what started it.

BadBoy: "Really? How convenient. BRB."

As a wild chittering broke out behind him, BadBoy turned from the monitor. Chloe flew to his shoulder and cheeped smugly. He eyed Norbert; the last time they'd acted like this, they'd turned Skeeter into Dragon spew.

"You didn't," he stated incredulously.

Chloe's tongue snaked out and smacked his nose.

Shaking his head he returned to the monitor and the keyboard.

BadBoy: "Back. Still burning?"

Snarry-Mod: Yeah, and there's a few more that are smouldering. I can't believe it!

BadBoy turned his head and regarded both drakes. "Well done," he mouthed, not daring to encourage the little hellions by giving it voice.

BadBoy: "Well, looks like you can host your 'wank-be-que' now."

And the drakes chuckled behind him.

END





For the deej. ♥ -Amanuensis









"Severuuuuuus, they're writing about us again."

Snape knows better than to look up from his newspaper. "If you whine my name like that, I shall have to poison your afternoon tea."

"But I can feel it!"

"Is your scar twitching?" Severus still doesn't look at him. "Or, given the complaint, is it some other part of your anatomy?"

In the silence, Severus does look up. Ah. That, he likes very much. Seeing that blush spread over Harry's face. No matter how old he gets, he still blushes like a boy of twelve. "It might be," Harry mutters, shifting his weight while keeping his hands at his sides.

"Once upon a time, the fangirl lust amused you." Severus folds the paper. "As I recall, that was how you seduced me. Convinced me that if two hundred thousand extra-dimensional souls thought it was a good idea to commit our lusts to text, they had to have a point."

Now Harry folds his arms. "Once upon a time, it served a purpose. Now I can feel it every time it bleeds in, and it's getting awkward!"

"Perhaps--" Severus stands-- "it would help matters if we anticipated their imaginations."

Harry blinks.

"That is--" Severus takes a step toward him-- "if we make a practice--" he begins to release the buttons at his wristcuff-- "of satisfying their voyeuristic needs each day..."

Now it's Harry's mouth that twitches. Severus also likes that very much. "You're proposing we have even more sex than we do now?"

Severus has finished the first cuff and moves onto the second. "You're so unsubtle." And with that, he pounces. When he has his unprotesting Harry pinned against the wall--and, oh, yes, he can feel exactly what part of his anatomy is responding to otherworldly vibrations--he murmurs, "No wonder I get to narrate so often."

Anything else Harry might have to say is swallowed up in the meeting of mouths.