|vivid (vividzephyr) wrote in severus_sighs,|
@ 2009-10-28 19:28:00
Living in the Past
Title: Living in the Past
Word Count: 404
Warnings: Some DH spoilers, canon character death mentioned.
Summary: Harry finds himself sharing living quarters with the man he wants.
Beta: Holly M.
A/N: Written for the severus_sighs challenge.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters and I don't profit from borrowing them.
“’Sharing a room’ does not mean looking through my things, Potter!” Snape snarled as he slammed the framed photo facedown.
“I didn’t do anything.” Harry insisted, and watched in fascination as Snape’s face flushed.
“I don’t care.” The young professor snapped out. “These are my rooms and for as long as you’re stuck here, you’ll have to follow my rules.”
“Professor Dumbledore doesn’t expect I’ll be able to return to the future. Well, not magically, anyways.”
Harry watched as Snape’s shoulder’s slumped, the photo of his mum still facedown under Snape’s hand. If he hadn’t seen the professor’s memories already, he might have resented Snape’s attitude.
Harry placed his hand over Severus’s. “I told you I won’t be like he was.” He spoke softly, as if coaxing a frightened animal into his arms. “Can’t you just accept me?”
Severus’s face tightened and Harry knew the man was going to push him away and shout. Severus must’ve seen the determination in Harry’s face, his eyes widening as the younger wizard’s lips brushed against his own. Harry kept his eyes open, staring into Severus’s eyes. For a moment Harry thought he’d misjudged the man, that he’d thrown it all away with just one kiss, but then arms wrapped tightly around him. Harry finally closed his eyes as Severus’s mouth began to move, transforming the press of lips into a passionate kiss.
He’d understood the memories, then - Snape’s memories of a dark haired, bespectacled young man with bright green eyes. The relief Harry felt at that thought was quickly forgotten as Severus’s tongue slipped into his mouth. Merlin, could he kiss!
When they parted Harry felt flushed and dazed. “Can we do that again?” He blurted out before he could stop himself.
Severus still looked as if he’d been hexed with a confundus charm, but at least he didn’t look like he wanted to hex Harry anymore. There was something endearing about his expression that made Harry realize how much he wanted Severus to want him. He wanted what he’d seen in Snape’s memories.
At first Harry hadn’t understood. He’d just absorbed Snape’s memories as the man lay dying on the floor of the Shrieking Shack and he’d felt his world turn upside down. He’d gone off to die, but instead of waking up in heaven he found himself in the headmaster’s office with a very much alive Albus and a timeturner hidden in his pocket.