alisanne (alisanne) wrote in drapery_snarco, @ 2009-03-19 17:52:00 |
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Fic: A Loving Cup
Title: A Loving Cup
Author: leela_cat
Pairing: Snape/Draco/Harry
Length: ~9,900
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Don't make any money off them. Will Obliviate before I return.
Warnings: None
Prompt: "Happy is he who dares courageously to defend what he loves." --Ovid
Summary: Two years after Harry walked out on Severus and Draco, he returns and asks for Severus' help.
Author Notes: Many thanks to my betas: florida_minxie, fbowden, and eeyore9990. Also to the angela_snape, chiralove, and batdina who let me talk about this story until I found my way back to writing.
March 2005
"You want me to..." Harry spluttered, "...in a cup."
A hundred, nay a thousand snappy retorts flashed through Severus' mind, but the other cup that sat on the table caught the corner of his eye and they all faded away. "If you wish to confirm the presence of Amortentia, then I require a sample."
"All right, yeah." Picking up the cup with one hand, Harry ran the other through his hair, causing even more of it to stick up on end. "So, wash my hands and my..." his face reddened as he indicated his groin, "and then the sterilisation spell followed by..."
"Masturbating," Severus finished for him, only just managing to stop his lips from twitching. Harry really was too easy.
Staring doubtfully at the container in his hand, Harry said, "And I have to get all of it in the cup."
"If you need help aiming..."
"Why can't I just give you some blood like Ginny did?"
Arms folded across his chest, Severus arched an eyebrow but remained silent.
Exhaustion settled more deeply into the lines of Harry's face, but he shuffled off to the bathroom with more obedience than he'd ever shown in any class Severus taught.
"What's he doing here? I thought he was well rid of us," Draco sneered from where he stood in the doorway of Severus' workroom. His right hand flexed spasmodically, as if trying to grasp a non-existent wand.
"Life is never that simple, as you know perfectly well," Severus said. Raising a hand to massage the bridge of his nose, he pressed his knuckles into the points at the end of his eyebrows and sighed when his headache eased.
"It was very simple," Draco spat. "He left."