|faeryqueen (faeryqueen) wrote in severus_sighs,|
@ 2009-11-24 22:03:00
|Entry tags:||event: kink!night, ficlet, member: faeryqueen07|
Little Miss Potter by Fae
Title: Little Miss Potter
Word Count: 674
Rating: Torina-safe, maybe ‘Light R’
A/N: Thanks yet again to the wonderful </b></a>whitecotton who beta’d for me even though her eyes were ready to fall out and her bed was beckoning. Where would I be without you?
Little Miss Muffet
Sat on a tuffet,
Eating her curds and whey…
Harry hummed an old nursery rhyme as he rearranged the little tea tray set beside the footstool on which he was perched. The light summer breeze fluttered the lace-edged pink and white checkered skirt over his bare thighs. He shivered a bit, but continued undeterred.
He lifted the china bowl to his lap and balanced it on one knee, then studied the contents for a moment, before reaching for the brown sugar. He had thought to remain strictly within the given script, but ‘curds and whey’ were so not on.
Just as he was about to take his first bite, he realized that the front of his bodice was tied incorrectly. Unable to abide that, he set aside the bowl and began to undo the lacings, but paused a moment to admire the way he filled out the top of the dress. Hermione had done a wonderful job with the spell, and he tried to not to worry about the little smirk that had danced over her face. They weren’t all that bad, he reflected as he took himself in hand.
It was a thing to behold: Severus stood speechless in his classroom at the sight of his former student – and soon-to-be-husband – wearing a barely legal dress with white, thigh-high stockings and black Mary Jane shoes. He blinked once, then once more, certain that at any moment he would wake up from this...bad dream? Yes, it had to be a bad dream.
“Do you like it?” Harry said, then jumped up, his chest bouncing happily. Severus gaped. “You don’t think it makes my bottom look too big, do you? Because Ron refused to even give it a glance and Hermione was being cryptic again.”
“Harry, what in Merlin’s name do you think you’re doing?”
Harry blinked at him innocently. “But Severus, you were complaining about how bored you were getting. I was just trying to make you happy.”
Neither noticed when the door to the Potions classroom opened.
“Harry you idiot, I meant with current curriculum, not us!”
Along came a spider,
Who sat down beside her…
“You know, Potter, if Severus ever gets bored with you, I’d be glad to keep you warm at night?” Draco smirked up at Harry as he slid onto the recently vacated stool and tugged at the skirt suggestively.
And frightened Miss Muffet away.
Harry gave a squawk of surprise, nearly tumbling into the awaiting lap. With a low snarl, Severus saved his wayward fiancé from his doom, scooping him up mid-fall and relocating him to his shoulder. With a glare in Draco’s direction, he stalked out of the classroom, down the corridor and into his private quarters, the sound of Draco’s laughter following him all the way.
Setting Harry back down on his feet, Severus looked him over once more, this time taking in every little detail.
“Harry, are you wearing ladies ruffled underwear?”
Harry lifted the edge of his skirt a little. “Yes.”
“Mm. And Miss Granger is the one responsible for your well-formed...breasts?”
Harry lifted his hands to his chest, cupping them over his size 34Bs. “Yes.”
“Really?” Severus stalked a little closer. “Is there...anything else I should be aware of?”
Harry’s breath came a little faster. “Perhaps.”
“Perhaps, Harry, this little idea of yours is not as bad as I first believed.”
Draco leaned against the door to Severus’ rooms, his face flushed as he listened to Harry’s soft moans reach their peak. When George Weasley had pressed the little “bug” into his hand earlier that day – just minutes after Ron had divulged Harry’s current appearance – Draco had been doubtful of its effect. However, the enhanced Extendable Ears were working better than he could have ever anticipated. Wiping at the corner of his mouth, he made a silent promise to fund the next batch just so he could get his hands on another one.
“Oh, gods, Severus! Yes, yes. Oh, just—just a little to the left...”
Draco’s knuckles bled as he bit down hard, his free hand pressed to the front of his trousers. Oh yes, he would definitely be supporting this latest Weasley endeavor.