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Impossible Challenge Response Fic: A Fighting Chance
Original poster: unbroken_halo
Here it is my response to the Impossible Challenge. Let me know what ya think.
Title: A Fighting Chance
Author: unbroken_halo
Pairing: SS/HP
Rating: FireWhiskey
Summary: Write a Snarry fic that does not contain one of the clichés listed here by DementorDelta. http://snarry.individum.com/game/dr
Disclaimer: Not mine, just borrowed them. Will return them in their previous condition. Now on with the smut.
Warnings: Language, mentions of het pairings, mentions of character deaths, Possible questionable consent. Dirty talk. Blatant misuse and rewriting of muggle clichés
A Fighting Chance
“That’s it! I have had it! Another classroom that you two pig-headed, asinine wizards have destroyed. Merlin and Albus give me strength.”
Minerva McGonagall eyed the two wizards she had stunned before they had almost burned down the tower. Filch was pouring a bucket of sand over a small blaze that had been a speaker’s podium. Here and there a few small fires were being put out by other teachers.
She pointed her wand at the two men and bound them with red cords before reviving them.
“Ennervate!”
Black and green eyes blinked at her before turning and spying one another. They hissed and snarled at each other like two cats in heat and McGonagall rolled her eyes at them.
“Stop it both of you! Never in all my years alive have I seen two people more in need of a good talking to. Better yet a horse whipping might be a better course of action.”
She watched as the two men paled under her wrath. Bah! Men being frightened of her was nothing new and their fear did nothing but fuel the fires of her rage.
“Five rooms in the past two months, Mr. Potter and Professor Snape. How many did you two go through when Albus was still alive? Surely you can find a better outlet than hexing each other into the next millennium. You will pay for the repair to these rooms from your wages, Severus. Mr. Potter since you are not employed here but do enjoy the safety and sanctity of these walls, you will make restitution from your own vaults.”
They glared at her and started to speak but this really was the last straw, the one that broke the hippogriff’s back. She silenced them with a spell. Their continued actions were causing her to become even angrier.
“Also after a bit of a time out, I think you two…” she sneered on the word… “gentlemen will do the repairs yourselves. Muggle-like, no use of magic.”
She walked over to the pair of bound men and picked up their dropped wands.
“Won’t be needing these for a while, will you? Now where to put you so that you can settle your differences, be safe from others and if you do decide to wreck some havoc it will be of little consequence, seeing as you are already making some repairs. Oh yes I really don’t want to tie up any house elves with your care now either.”
She tapped her chin with her finger while eyeing the two men. It didn’t take her long to realize that even though she wanted to throw them in Salazar’s Chamber, Harry would be able to get them out. Snape and Potter could almost see the candle flare to life when it dawned on her where to put them.
“Dobby!” Minerva called.
The house elf popped into existence next to the angry witch. His eyes darted over the ruin of the room and the two bound men. He looked up at McGonagall, waiting for her instructions.
“I am putting Mr. Potter and Professor Snape in the Room of Requirement for the weekend. Please inform the rest of the house elves not to answer their summons.”
She waited for him to look at Harry guiltily and then he nodded at her.
“Please tell Miss Granger to meet me in my office after I have deposited these two in the Room. That will be all, thank you Dobby.”
“Yes, Headmistress McGonagall. Dobby goes now.”
He looked once more at Harry before blinking away from their presence.
Dobby reappeared in Hermione Granger’s office. The witch had returned to become the new Transfiguration Instructor after McGonagall’s appointment to Headmistress. She blinked at the house elf and jumped when he began to bang his head on her desk.
“Dobby! Stop that, right now. What happened?”
“Master Harry Potter and Professor Snape ruined another room. Dobby failed to stop Master Harry Potter. Professor Snape will kills him now that they are being locked together in the Room.” He wailed. He began twisting his fingers in knots and crying out as the little bones started to snap and crack
“Good Lord! Dobby, stop punishing yourself. You know Harry doesn’t like it when you do that and neither do I. Where are they now?”
“Headmistress McGonagall is locking them up as we speak. She is wanting to see you afterwards.”
She ran from the room, hoping to catch them before Minerva locked the door.
Hermione arrived just after McGonagall closed the door.
“Oh no. Headmistress why?” She asked as she skidded to a halt in the corridor.
“Miss Granger, I was wondering if you would make it in time. Harry and Severus must learn this lesson. Three years of working together in the Order and the defeat of You Know Who has not diminished their animosity towards each other. I had to do something before they destroyed the castle.”
“But now they really will kill each other!”
“Nonsense. I took their wands from them. Albus did and would have continued to put up with this masculine postulating. Saying that it was good for them to exercise since they never leave the castle. Claiming they weren’t harming anyone but themselves. But I refuse to.” Her voice had risen with each sentence and was nearly a screech by the time she stopped.
She paused to calm herself and then continued.
“Hogwarts will make sure that they have everything they need for the weekend except their wands. They will settle this before I let them out I told them as much before I closed the door. I also told them that if it isn’t resolved by Monday morning then they will stay in there until it is.”
Hermione shook her head. “Impossible. They will never make it. I’ll draft a notice for a new Potions Master and write the obituaries to the Profit this evening.” She sighed.
For the first time since coming upon the two men dueling, Minerva laughed. Hermione stared at her for a moment then joined in.
“I don’t think it will really come to that but thank you for the laugh.”
“I hope you are right, Headmistress. I really do.”
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Potter and Snape glared at each other from across the room. The magical binds had dissolved the minute McGonagall locked the door. Magic began to waft off of them as they continued to seethe. A minute later both men sagged as if under a heavy weight.
“What’s happening?” Potter asked, panicking. He felt as if someone had thrown a wet blanket over him, his magic struggled, trying to get through.
“Dampening spell, so that we don’t injure each other wandlessly.” Snape sighed. “Old bint thought of everything. Stop trying to fight it and it will lessen.”
Snape flopped into an arm chair and continued to watch as Harry struggled with the dampening spell.
“Oh , for Merlin’s sake, Potter just let it go. There’s no since in fighting with Minerva’s spell. She’s the bloody headmistress after all and has the castle’s backing behind her.”
He snorted and started to continue his rant at the other man. Potter interrupted him before he could even say a word.
“Why are you so calm? It feels like I am missing a bloody arm or something. This is all your fault.”
Snape snorted once again and stood. He walked past the younger man to a cabinet.
“Don’t blame me for your lack of control, Potter. No one said you had to return fire.”
He opened the cabinet to find it bare and he looked around the room again. He sneered at the furnishings and then at Potter once more. Trapped here with Potter was not exactly the way he wanted to spend his evening. What he wouldn’t give for a stiff drink.
Suddenly a bell sounded in the room. Snape tensed for a moment then relaxed when no attack came forth. Potter looked around the room for something and then settled his gaze on Snape.
“What did you ask for?” Potter finally decided to speak to him.
“Nothing, although I was thinking about how I could use a drink.”
“ Me too. Check the cabinet to see what it gave us.”
“What are you on about, Potter?”
Potter sighed and shook his head. He walked over to the cabinet, shoved Snape aside and opened the doors. Inside the cabinet was two glasses and several bottles of liquor. Potter stepped back for Snape to inspect the contents.
“This is the Room of Requirement, Snape. Have you never had use of this room? It has always given me what I required when I have been in here.”
Snape glared at him. He grabbed a glass and began searching for something specific among the bottles.
“I have never expected anyone to just give me what I asked for, Potter. Everything I required had to be earned or worked for.”
Potter rolled his eyes at the Potions Master and reached beside him to grab a bottle and the glass from Snape‘s hand.
“Here, try this on for size.”
Potter poured two fingers worth of FireWhiskey in the tumbler and held it out to Snape.
Snape scoffed at the liquor and continued to search the cabinet for his desired spirit.
“I suppose you are looking for some fine vintage of Scotch or something. Brandy maybe. A good Cognac.”
“No. I prefer something a little simpler.”
Potter knocked back the whiskey and poured another. Snape ignored him and continued to sort through the bottles. Frustrated, with not finding what he wanted, Snape slammed the cabinet door closed.
“Make it work!”
“What do you want?”
“An ale. A bloody simple light ale.”
Once again the bell sounded. Potter opened the door and on the shelf now was several different bottles of ale, some that he didn’t recognize. He picked up a frosty bottle and Snape gasped.
“How did you get it to give you that particular brand?”
“I didn‘t. You told it what you wanted.”
Snape plucked the bottle from Harry’s hand and caressed the label.
“I haven’t had a Wandmaker’s in years. Well, apparently this room can follow directions when asked, unlike some others in this castle.”
Snape twisted the bottle top off and took a long swig. His eyes closed and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he drank the bottle all in one go. His thin lips smacked as they came off the drink.
“Best thing I’ve had all day. Fetch me another, Potter.” Snape went and sat in an arm chair then wiggled his fingers in the direction of the cabinet.
Potter reached into the cabinet and grabbed a bottle by the neck. He chucked it at Snape from across the room. This time a claxon went off and the bottle slowly drifted to the floor at Snape’s feet.
“You idiot! You could have disturbed the sediments.”
The wall next to the cabinet wavered like ripples on a pond. McGonagall’s face appeared and she glared at the two men.
“What are you doing in there?”
“Mr. Potter is trying to destroy a very fine bottle of Wandmaker’s. I have no idea the cause of his continued anger. It’s quite unnerving.”
“Oh shut up, Severus. I am not in the mood for such nonsense. If you are going to act like children then I can just change the menu to only serve age appropriate food.”
Snape glared at her and Potter snickered.
“Gentleman, please try to get along and do not use blunt objects to inflict bodily harm to each other. If need be, I will start removing things from the Room‘s repertoire.”
“Yes, Headmistress.” came twin mumbles.
She nodded at them and the wall shivered signaling her departure. Just as the wall returned to the ancient stone façade, Snape hurled the empty ale bottle towards it. It shattered into tiny pieces directly at the spot where McGonagall’s face had just been.
“Oh ho! Nice shot, Snape.”
“I heard that, Mr. Potter.” McGonagall’s voice echoed in the chamber.
“I suggest you both lay your tempers to rest for the evening and start fresh in the morning.” She chuckled darkly and spoke once more.
“You’re lucky I didn’t send you to bed without supper like the errant children you are. Gentlemen, I suggest you grow up and do it soon.”
The disembodied voice quieted and the two men glared at the ceiling. The bell chimed and on the table, a miniature feast appeared. Potter grabbed several bottles of ale out of the cabinet and made his way to the table. Snape joined him and they silently began to eat.
Once the meal was concluded, Potter pushed away from the table and rubbed his stomach. He stood and stretched. Snape watched the younger man enviously. He had not been able to pack away that much food in years. Also what he wouldn’t give to be able to bend like that and not have bone crack or his back seize up and send him to the floor. He shook his head as Potter picked up a cookie and then went over to the cabinet to retrieve another ale. Potter wandered about the chamber, munching on his sweets.
Snape leaned back in his chair and sipped his coffee. One of his novels would be nice about now. The bell chimed again. The book he was reading last night appeared on the table. He began reading where he left off and was enjoying it and the culinary afterglow when Potter’s voice interrupted his thoughts.
“Would you like to bathe first?”
“What?”
Potter sighed. “I am trying to be polite and offer you first shot at the bathroom. It is getting rather late you know.”
“I don’t need you to remind me of the lateness of the hour or of my bed time, Potter.”
“Fine, be that way. But you can sleep on the fucking settee then cause you are not climbing in the bed with me without washing that greasy mop on your head.”
“Have you gone round the twist, Potter? Why in the hell would I crawl into bed with you?”
“Perhaps, Snape because the Headmistress in her infinite wisdom has gone totally barmy just like Albus and only put one in here.” Harry pointed to the large four poster across the room.
“MINERVA!” Snape roared.
“Snape, wait I have an idea about getting us out of here.”
“What are you on about now?”
The wall rippled again and the visage of the McGonagall appeared. Her smirk nearly set Snape off again as she sneered right back at him.
“You bellowed, Severus?”
“Allow me, Snape.” Harry spoke up.
Harry smiled at his former Head of House and sauntered closer to the wall. He looked back at Snape and nodded slightly. Snape stared at him. He watched as a transformation came over Harry’s face before the man turned back to McGonagall.
“Headmistress, allow me to make reparations for our earlier actions. Snape and I have come to agree that we have irreconcilable differences. I can not apologize enough for the property damage we have caused let alone the emotional upheaval. In our short time of confinement we have decided to lay aside this animosity and coalesce our efforts to repair the damages.”
Harry paused a moment, made a deep sigh and blinked his emerald eyes at her. He grinned boyishly at her once more and then continued.
“If you would be so kind to lift the enchantments we could start the repairs. I know Griphook would be more than willing to make a withdrawal for me at anytime, day or night.”
Snape stared gobsmacked as the witch’s face softened. She smiled for real this time, not the smirk of a few moments ago. She took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes. Figures, she would cave for him.
“Oh Harry.” She put her glasses back on and began to laugh.
Harry looked confused but his smile never wavered. He looked to Snape who shrugged his shoulders and shook his head.
McGonagall abruptly stopped laughing and stared hard at Harry.
“Mr. Potter, do you take me for some country hag that just fell off her Comet 600. Irreconcilable differences indeed. Now listen here young man, you will stay in there until you have learned to ‘honestly’ put aside the differences and get along. No more ifs, ands, or buts.”
“I refuse to sleep in the same bed with that dirty…”
“Potter, I suggest that you do not finish that sentence if you do not want to sleep on the floor.” Her voice was colder than the lake in December. “I can and will remove all creature comforts from this room. Gentlemen, for the last time I have had it. Do not make me return here tonight.”
The wall went solid again, leaving the two men to their thoughts. When nothing disappeared from the room Snape decided it was safe to speak.
“Where did you learn to give a speech like that?”
Harry snorted. “I should think you would recognize a Malfoy bribe if anyone should. He used it on Mrs. Weasley when we accidentally set fire to the library in Foxglove Cottage.”
“I presume she didn’t buy it any better than Minerva did.”
Harry sighed and snickered this time.
“Oh no, she bought it alright. Draco did everything he said he would and replaced all that got burnt. She let us go after a tongue lashing like you wouldn’t believe. I don’t think Draco has ever set anything else on fire ever again. Ginny has kept him line ever since.”
Snape shook his head. He remembered Draco coming back to Hogwart’s after spending the summer at Foxglove. He had changed a lot then, still the spoilt rich prince but somehow subdued. Snape had never understood it. Potter’s little antidote provided some insight as to what had happened.
Snape couldn’t help a parting shot as he headed for the loo.
“I guess some things never change, Potter. You didn’t learn anything from that summer.”
Harry growled at the closed door. He hunched his shoulders in defeat and sighed. He had learned a lot from Draco that summer and even more about himself. Snape would never fully understand all that had happened and Harry decided to just give up trying. He had tried numerous times to make peace. It was just too much fun to goad Snape though.
He turned away from the offending portal and went in search of an extra blanket. From the bed he pulled a pillow and in an armoire he found a cotton throw, that would have to do. He laid them out on the settee and waited for Snape to finish in the loo.
He was asleep when Snape finally emerged from the bath in a puff of steam. A damp towel was tied around his hips and another draped across his shoulders. Snape popped the dozing man with a wet towel as he passed by the couch.
“Ow! What the fuck was that for?”
“The loo is free.”
Harry eyed the fog that continued to roll from the open doorway. He gaped at the towel clad body and then looked to the floor.
“Is there any hot water left?” Harry ventured a peek up from the floor to get an eyeful of Snape bent in half, digging through the drawers in the armoire.
“I have no idea. I guess you could spell it if there isn’t.”
“You’re a bastard, Snape.”
“Yes. Thank you I know.” came the drawled reply.
Harry stalked into the bathroom and slammed the door.
One spelled hot shower later, Harry returned to the room to find Snape sacked out across the entire bed. A rather long and pale X-shape on top of the covers. He quickly dressed in some pajama bottoms he discovered in the armoire and made his way back over to the settee bed.
One last look at the snoring Potions Master, then he shook his head and sat down on the couch. He turned and lay down only to realize that his feet stuck out way past the end of the settee. He tried to get more comfortable by scooting down on the couch only to find that his knees now accompanied his feet in dangling off the end. He sat up and lost a further few inches as the settee became an armchair.
He stood up as the chair made a popping sound and vanished from existence. Cursing all witches in general he grabbed the pillow from the floor and made his way over to the bed.
“Straighten out, Snape and let me into the bed.”
“Fine.” Snape moved over some but still took up over half of the bed.
“Come on, Snape. I’m tired too. Bunch over.”
“I always sleep on this side of the bed and I am not moving for your whiny arse.”
“Bloody Hell, roll over Snape.”
“There’s plenty of room for you.”
“Well, make a bit more.”
“Make me.”
The pillow hit him square in the back. Snarling, Snape sat up and caught it full in the face. Long hands covered his face to protect his eyes as the speed of the blows forced his back to the bed. Potter straddled him and continued to administer the beating. As he attacked Snape, Harry ranted on and on about their situation. Yet, somehow it was exciting to vent his frustrations on the man underneath him.
The cotton fabric of the pillow ripped and baton exploded onto the bed. Having lost his weapon, Harry reached for the other pillow to continue his assault. Sensing the other man’s weakness, Snape flipped their positions and stared down at the heaving man.
Harry’s eyes were flashing, face flushed a deep red from his exertions of the fight. Puffs of white pillow filling was trapped in his unruly hair like snow on a winter’s eve. Snape could feel a hardness against his own thigh as he watched Potter try to calm himself.
“Mr. Potter, you are ugly when you are angry.” Snape whispered. “Are you happy to see me or is that a wand in your pocket?”
Snape reached down and brushed his hand along the line of Harry’s cock in his pajama bottoms.
“Crikey, that is so lame, Snape. Don’t touch me like that!” Harry protested even as he arched up into the touch.
“Then don’t move around so much.”
Snape’s fingers snaked into the slit in the front of the bottoms and caressed the satiny skin. Harry groaned at the contact and reached for Snape. His fingers wrapped around a similar hardness and squeezed, hard.
Snape gasped and wide eyed looked at the younger man, questioningly.
“I think we can come to a mutually beneficial arrangement, Snape. But I top, exclusively.”
“I don’t bend over for anyone, Potter.”
They stared at each other for a moment then quick as his House’s animal, Snape struck. He grabbed Harry’s hands in one of his and stretched out the young man before him. He ran his other hand down Harry’s torso, feeling the plains and plateaus of the muscles under the skin’s surface. He bent forward and tasted the pale body, gliding his tongue across a rosy nipple.
Harry rose up to meet the questing tongue. Through lidded eyes he watched it slid along his body, tasting and teasing him. Snape’s long greasy hair was splayed out across his shoulder as the other man began to worry a nipple. Harry tried to concentrate on the tips of the curling locks instead of the sparks of lust that flared in his groin as Snape continued to chew on him lightly.
Harry’s fingertips caught hold of a few strands and slid on them as he tried to wind them around his fingers. Suddenly he had enough for a good grip and pulled hard. Snape came face to face with him, panting.
Lust had darkened the black eyes and Harry felt like he was being sucked into their depths. Snape’s rough voice stopped his descent and reminded him of his plan.
“I like a little pain, Potter. What do you want?”
“Just this.”
Harry’s leg come over Snape’s body, flipped them once more and Harry was back on top.
“Truce for a moment.” Harry called when Snape began to struggle.
“I’m listening.”
Harry got off of Snape and stood at the side of the bed. Snape sat up and waited.
“We have no wands to cast the prep spells but we can ask the Room to provide us what we need.”
“Still listening.”
“I will go into the loo and ask the medicine cabinet in there for lube and you ask the other cabinet. That will give us both a fair shot at this.”
Snape’s eyes narrowed.
“That cabinet does not work for me.”
Harry sighed. “Did you not get soap and towels from the bathroom?” He waited for Snape to nod. “The other one gave you, your favorite ale did it not?”
Snape stood, not answering. The two men eyed each other as they made their way across the room. Harry to the loo, and Snape to the cabinet. Twin bells went off. Snape jerked open the cabinet door to find a vial of lubricant. Potter came out of the loo with a similar jar.
They circled each other then struck at the same time. They slammed into each other, the force of their bodies knocking them to the floor. They rolled around for a moment before Snape came out on top, the victor. He straddled Harry and grinned maliciously down at the younger man. Harry planted his feet on the floor and heaved his hips upwards knocking the other man off balance then scrambled to his feet.
He rushed Snape’s bent form and shoved him into the wall, face first.
Snape’s breath went out of him as he crashed into the wall. The weight of the smaller man was more than he had expected but it felt good against his backside. He struggled lightly and Harry pressed against him harder. He felt his pajama bottoms easing over his cheeks and a nasty thought entered his mind. He relaxed completely and Harry snickered.
“I knew you would make a good bottom. Submitting so easily. All I had to do was rough you up a bit.” Harry hissed in his ear.
Snape felt cloth pool around his feet and Harry’s hard length rub between his cheeks. He pushed back into the other man, which caused Potter to momentarily pause as he lost himself to the sensation. Potter’s hands roamed over his back then he felt a cool wetness on his arse.
Snape spread his legs to be more accommodating and raised his foot slightly.
Harry chuckled again in his ear and hiss out encouragement.
“So eager. So responsive. Yes, I knew you would be a good fuck.”
Harry positioned himself at Snape’s entrance and rubbed the head of his cock across the opening.
“You are going to be so tight and I am going to enjoy this so much.”
Snape brought his foot down hard on top of Harry’s.
“Ow! Motherfucker!”
Snape twisted round and grabbed Harry about the waist. He took him over to the bed and threw him across the cover, face down. Snape covered him with his body, raising up slightly to pour out the contents of the lube over his arse. He ran his hand through the slick substance and grabbed his own cock.
“I’ll give you a bit more prep than you were going to give me, Potter. I am a gentle wizard.”
He slid one long finger into Harry’s arse and crooked it. Harry jumped under him and cried out against the intrusion. He pulled his finger out and slid it back in once more before adding a second. This time Harry rocked back into the fingers. Snape pulled his fingers out and grabbed Harry’s hips, raising them both up to a more comfortable position.
He slid into Harry achingly slow. Never in his life had he sank into something so warm and tight. He paused, not to give Harry time to adjust, but to allow for his own raging emotions to get under control.
“Since you’re in, do it already. Fuck me, hurt me like you wanted.” came Harry’s muffled defeated voice.
Snape snorted. He threw Harry’s earlier words back at him.
“So tight. Have no fear Mr. Potter, I will make sure you enjoy this.”
Snape eased them over onto their sides. He raised Harry’s leg up and onto his own. He reach around and grasped Harry’s hip. His hand began to rub circles on the younger man’s leg as he eased out of his arse and then slowly glided back in.
He could feel Harry begin to relax and move with him when he realized that Snape was not going to harm him. His hand slid down to stroke the half hard cock back to full firmness. His long fingers traced between the firming flesh and the wrinkled skin of Harry’s balls, stroking and caressing. Slow and easy he made love to Harry. He took his time and let the feeling build low in his body at the base of his spine.
It had been a long time since he had done this, if it had ever been like this. Slowly he brought Harry to completion before taking his own pleasure. He pulled out slowly, silently disgusted with himself for going easy on the younger man. He got up and walked to the bathroom.
Harry lay on his side after Snape had finished and sat up in bed. He got up and cleaned up with one of the discarded towels from his bath. He pulled on his pajama bottoms, lost in his thoughts. He climbed back into the bed unconscientiously getting on the other side of the bed that Snape had not been laying on earlier and feigning sleep when the loo door opened.
Snape looked at the man pretending to be asleep when he returned to the bedside. Suddenly he felt really guilty about what they had done. He shook off the feeling and climbed into bed, making sure not to touch the other man.
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“Headmistress, please you have got to open the door and let me see if he is all right.”
“Miss Granger, I can assure you that both Professor Snape and Mr. Potter are perfectly fine. Your histrionics are not necessary nor are they appreciated. However to ease you conscience and satisfy my own curiosity I will open the door.”
Headmistress McGonagall stopped outside the Room of Requirement and ran her hand across the door. The locks clicked and a doorknob appeared. She turned it and the door creaked loudly as it slowly opened to reveal the occupants within.
The two witches gasped and gaped at the sight of the two wizards with their arms wrapped around one another. Snape was trying to swallow Harry. McGonagall recovered herself first and cleared her throat several times before they broke apart.
“Bout bloody time you got here.” Snape snarled.
The two wizards started for the door.
“We’ve had enough of this room.” Harry finished.
They brushed past the two witches and stepped out into the corridor. Snape turned around and began frisking McGonagall. She squeaked and slapped at him. He pulled their wands from her frock and passed Potter’s to him.
Snape reached out again and McGonagall skittered away. He gave her a funny look and pulled Potter into his arms once more. He kissed him hard on the mouth and let go quickly. Potter grabbed the wall to keep from falling to the floor and glared at him.
“My quarters in one hour, Potter and don’t be late or you will regret it. No cheek either.”
He turn away, without waiting for an answer and stalked down the corridor.
“Arsehole.” Potter hissed under his breath.
Potter turned the other way and didn’t notice the other man’s wand come up over his shoulder and take aim at his arse. Hermione did. Her warning wasn’t quick enough though.
“Watch it, Harry!”
The stinging hex hit his arse and he yelped loudly. “Dammit, Snape!”
“I did warn you this time, Potter.
The End.