webmistresses (webmistresses) wrote in severus_sighs, @ 2010-02-13 00:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | event: anti-valentine's day 2010, ficlet, member: bertas, pairing: severus/harry, pairing: ss/hp/lm, rating: pg |
Accidents Happen and Four Words by BertaS
Title: Accidents Happen
Author: bertas
Pairing: Severus/Lucius/Harry
Rating: PG
Word Count: 338
Warnings: None
Summary: Harry and potions don’t usually mix well but this might be quite interesting.
A/N: I have no idea where this came from. I was cleaning my desk again. I tweaked it to work as an Anti-Valentine fic. Again it is shorter than asked.
The force of the explosion threw him back against another workbench. He didn’t think he was unconscious for more than a few seconds but when he woke he groaned and lifted his hand to his head.
“Ouch.”
He heard a snort and then a cultured voice said, “Ah, good he isn’t dead. It’s so tedious to have to dispose of a body after all.”
Harry Potter opened his eyes and whispered, “Oh boy.” This earned him a raised eyebrow from one of the two men who were looking at him. They were both tall and partially unclothed. They were, at least in looks, the complete opposite of each other, one blond, rather soft looking with extremely handsome features and the other dark, hard and considered ugly by most. Though Harry knew there was more to the man then a rugged exterior.
They were also, as far as Harry knew, both dead in the war and they looked younger than he remembered them being.
Harry sat up and looking at the dark haired man he ask, “Can a potions explosion cause someone to travel in time?”
Lucius snorted, “Impossible.”
At the same time Severus looked thoughtful. “Perhaps, I’d have to do some research to be certain.”
Lucius hissed, “Severus, it is Valentine’s Day. You are not doing it tonight.”
Harry sighed as he stood up. “My other theory is that I am unconscious and or delusional.” He shrugged as he started to removing his own clothes and said, “Not that I particularly care at this point.” He grinned cheekily. “I don’t currently have a Valentine to spend time with anyway.”
Title: 4 Words
Author: bertas
Pairing: Severus/Harry
Rating: PG
Word Count: 436
Warnings: None, unless you want a warning for fluffy fluff.
Summary: This was triggered by the question, “What 4 words would you say on waking in a jail cell with Severus Snape?”
A/N: I do not own anything you may recognize. I don’t know if I fulfilled the spirit of the Anti-Valentine fest but then again Valentine’s was not supposed to be like this. I also fell a bit short of the 500 word mark. Happy reading.
Harry groaned as he debated opening his eyes. He wasn’t sure he wanted to as he was stiff and his head felt as though it had been used as a football at the Nationals. Or maybe he had inadvertently joined the headless hunt, although he was fairly certain he was still alive. He hurt way too much to actually be dead.
Wondering why he wasn’t laying down properly, he shifted a bit trying to get comfortable only to freeze as his hand came in contact with a long row of buttons on a flat chest. He forced his eyes open and stared, frowning at his hand while absently playing with the buttons.
That chest should not be covered and buttoned. They should both be sprawled, preferably naked, in the huge bed in their hired suite. Not sitting up on the hardest bench Harry had ever had the misfortune to place his rump on and leaning against a cold rough wall. He shivered wondering if they had managed to get locked in a dungeon again and snuggled a bit closer to the other man.
A hand, with long potion stained fingers closed over his. It was an elegant almost delicate looking hand with a glint of platinum on the ring finger, a glint that matched the ring Harry was wearing. He smiled as he admired the two rings together. He really liked the way they looked and what they represented.
Harry’s eyes traveled around the room as the previous night’s events replayed though his mind. Having trouble keeping his mind on track he briefly wondered if it was by accident or design that nearly all jail cells around the world looked pretty much the same, not that he had been locked in all that many. It was, after all, his job to do the locking up.
They had been to a show where the men on stage did the closest thing to magic he had ever seen a muggle manage. Then there had been dancing and drinking and many people had been there to wish them well. Most were people they had just met, other couples in town for the same purpose they were, just to get away. And Harry remembered the reaction to his proposal, the quick walk across the busy street to a small all-night chapel, a simple ceremony and then more drinking and dancing with several other couples that had said their vows that evening.
His eyes finally came back to the man he was leaning against. He sighed happily as he smiled up at him and whispered, “Happy Valentine’s Day Severus.”