Title: Trick or Treat Pairing: Snape/Harry Rating: R Summary: This could possibly be one of the stupidest things he had ever done. Notes: Hope you enjoy it!
Harry heaved a shaky sigh as he entered the ballroom. This could possibly be one of the stupidest things he had ever done. At the time, it seemed like a perfectly sound idea. Unconsciously, he ran a hand down his costume, smoothing imaginary wrinkles as he scanned the room. Where was he?
“Mr. Potter,” drawled a familiar voice.
Harry smirked. That hadn’t taken long.
“Professor,” Harry acknowledged with a nod. “Always a pleasure, sir.”
Snape smirked, “ Really?”
“Oh, yes,” Harry purred.
Snape’s eyes flashed darkly.
Maybe his costume would work after all.
~oOo~
“Oh, my...oh...ah. Please,” Harry moaned uncontrollably.
Snape bit into his neck, before laving the spot with his wickedly talented tongue. “I know exactly what naughty exhibitionists like you deserve, Potter,” Snape growled. “Did you think you could wear something like that without repercussions? Did you think you could parade that delectable body about with... without me noticing?”
“No,” Harry panted. “I wanted y-you to. Snape!” Harry wailed at a particularly vicious thrust. “I’m...I’m goin...”
“Not until I say.”
Harry moaned again. Best. Costume. Ever.
~oOo~
“So... you liked my costume,” Harry smirked, trailing a finger down his husband’s chest as they laid in bed.