unbroken_halo (unbroken_halo) wrote in pornicators, @ 2004-12-25 12:53:00 |
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Original poster: barenaked_truth
Pairing: HP/SS mentions of HG/RW and HG/DM
Rating: Um…PG-ish
Posting Requirements: First Sentence Challenge "Sometimes, Severus Snape found it difficult to keep his hands to himself."
Title: Chocolate Christmas
Author: Kitkat
Disclaimer: Sooo not mine. Sooo glad their not mine...-lie-
Summary: Chocolate is too good. Warning, Misuse of the word Incorrigible.
Beta reader: The Great and amazing Snakeling. All should bow to her. Thank you SO much!!
Other: Give an indication of whether you would like an artist to provide an illustration for your fic. If they like that’d be nifty! Um, I couldn't figure out how I'd had a diffrent font. The reason it was bold was, kinda an accident. Thank you sooooo much Snakeling. This story is made readable by her. Yay!! Now, enjoy. (hope the lj cut was done right.)
Severus Snape found it difficult to keep his hands to himself. Especially when it came to chocolate. Only, I and Severus himself knew of his… little weak-spot for chocolate. Well, that’s how he wanted it to be anyway. Until one Harry James Potter caught him. Quite a funny story actually. Sit, have a lemon drop, and I’ll tell you.
Severus Snape smiled, a rare thing in itself, and sat down at his desk. Every year that old fool Albus would send the house elves with a box of chocolate containing exactly twelve pieces. One for each day until Christmas. Apparently, when the headmaster had found out that Severus wouldn’t buy his favorite indulgence for himself, he had thought it was his job to buy them for him. But only like this. Only twelve days before Christmas. He opened the box and ran his pale fingers just above the chocolates. Choosing one from the left side, he plucked it up, and brought it to his lips. Chocolate, like potions, was to be savored. One had to be very careful. He looked around, and brought it to his lips, nibbling. His eyes fluttered close, and he let out a soft moan. He really did love chocolate.
It was in that exact moment, when Severus thought he was safe, that Harry Potter opened the door. Now in his seventh year, pale, tall, and no longer just the boy who lived, but the-Man-who-killed-Voldemort, he stood transfixed. He had come to ask Professor Snape whether he had found his potions kit yet. But what he found instead was nearly intoxicating. Severus’ face was relaxed, in a state of complete vulnerability. Green eyes widened at the soft moan, barely audible, coming from his nasty, greasy, horrid, sexy, damn hot, potions master. He let out a squeak and did a very unGryffindor thing. He fled.
Severus let his eyes open at the offending squeak, in time to see his loathed enemy’s spawn, look at him with hungry eyes, his cheeks flushed, his full peach lips parted, run from the room. “Damn it all.” He muttered. What would it cost to buy the boy off? Stupid Gryffindors, stupid Potter, stupid Headmaster, stupid chocolate. He grabbed the box, and dumped it into the trash can, and he was in a foul mood for the rest of the day. His first years started filling in. He smirked evilly. Tiffany Roots was very much like Neville Longbottom. This should get his spirits up, at least… until seventh year potions, which Harry Bloody Potter had made high enough scores to get into. Stupid Potter.
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“Harry! There you are!” Hermione wrapped her arm around his waist and smiled. “Harry, you look …well …” she giggled, and turned to look at him again. “So, who’s the bloke?”
“Bloke? Oh… S… s’no one…yeah…I’m…no…” He blinked, still seeing Severus… no, SNAPE. S.N.A.P.E.. greasy slimy, mean, bastard, who just happen to be the sexiest thing Harry had ever seen. And Harry had seen a lot. He shivered, and pulled Hermione into an unused class room. “Herm… you… you can’t tell any one what I’m about to say.” He licked his lips.
“You know I won’t! I only ever told Ron….er…” They both froze. After the final battle, Ronald Weasley had been laughing and joking, then… it all happened so fast Lucius Malfoy had stood up and cast the Killing Curse right at Harry. Ron had jumped in the way, right before Draco had killed his own father. Hermione hadn’t taken the news well. If it hadn’t been for Draco… she might have… but… she didn’t.
So sorry, have another lemon drop. That, I’m afraid, is another story for another time. I do tend to get off track, don’t I? Oh… yes, where was I?
“I think I fancy Snape.” Blunt and to the point. Hermione’s mouth formed a little “O” of surprise.
“Well… I don’t think I understand…”
“I don’t either, only… he… he’s the only one who’s ever seen just Harry, and… I went to see if he had found my potions kit… and he was eating chocolate. And… God I wanted to eat HIM alive.” He shivered, leaning against the wall.
“Oh dear. Don’t do anything rash, Harry.” She tilted her head and smiled. “But, well, good luck.” And with that she took off before the bell could ring and name her tardy.
“Pfft. Some help you were.” He scowled, and sat down. He needed help. He needed to make Severus want him. “To find me…incorrigible.” He muttered to himself.
“Who do you want to find you hopeless?”
“Draco?! …Hopeless? No … meant…” he blushed. “Severus.”
“Ah, then the word you would be looking for is irresistible, stunning, hot… really, Harry, how did you manage to kill the Dark Lord, and yet not be able to use the English language correctly?!” Draco plopped next to him.
“Uh… ‘cause… I’m Harry Potter?” He smiled sweetly, and Draco laughed.
“Oh, I so know what you get for Christmas.”
“That’s it! Draco, you’re a genius!” He hugged him and dashed for the door. Three trips to London, Diagon Alley, and Hogsmeade later, he had everything he wanted.
Snape glared as the class filled in. His eyes locked on Potter. He growled, but the boy merely blushed, and sat next to Draco and Granger. “The instructions are on the board. You are seventh years, do.not.blow.anything.up.”
Thank Merlin, Longbottom was out of his class. He stalked around the room, pausing by a few Slytherins. “Read line three carefully, Mr. Zabini before you add that.”
He got to Harry--POTTER’S, group. “Very good Draco, three points to Slytherin. One from Gryffindor for H-Potter not helping.” He growled and stalked back to his desk. Would this blasted day never end?
As it were, the class did in fact end, and every one filled out. Except Potter, that is.
“What do you want?
“I…here sir.” He thrust the box at the man, blushing, and once more dashed out of the room.
On top of the box was a note. Dear Professor Snape Severus, I just wanted to thank you. Um, for all the things you’ve done for me. For never…treating me as the boy- who- lived, for finally seeing past my father, for saving my life, countless times. Just… for being you I guess. I know you will never be a nice man, or even, well, you’re probably always going to be a bastard. But I guess that’s what I like about you. Anyway, these chocolates are for you. Merry Christmas. Love Harry.
Severus smiled and opened the box; it was an assortment of truffles, dark chocolate, and well… it was just chocolate. He smirked, grabbed his quill and wrote Harry back.
Potter,
Harry. Thank you for the gift.
Severus.
Well, my friends, I’d offer you a spot of tea, but I have some business to tend to. I hope that has satisfied your questions on why Mr. Potter and Mr. Snape are getting their vows renewed? Of course it does, you just tell Madam. Skeeter that I say hello. Who knew she would produce such a fine journalist as your-self? Have a pleasant evening!