alisanne (alisanne) wrote in snarry100, @ 2007-07-22 11:34:00 |
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Original poster: sweetmelodykiss
Title: Occlumency and Other Fringe Benefits
Author: Sweet Melody
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Snape/Potter
100 Word Drabbles x Four
Category: Snarry100 Challenge #67 Occlumency, Memories and Snuffles
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
A/N-Harry is underage 15/16
Occlumency lessons are a real bitch! His lips pull back into a snarl, baring teeth. He looks like a rabid panther about to pounce. It’s why you laugh instead of quickening your pace. If you had any sense you’d be moving away from him.
You don’t know what he’s seeing right now. All you know is it was a very bad idea to look into his pensive. His fist flies out, knuckles scrape your cheek.
Later, you touch your fingertips to the purple-blue bruise and smile.
Maybe one day, he’ll let you pet him without getting your hand bitten off.
~~~~~~
"I didn't give you permission to move."
Harry froze in place, balanced on one knee. "I'm so-" He stopped short as Snape grabbed his hair and wrenched his head back.
"I do not recall giving permission to speak, either." Letting go of Harry's hair, he stepped back. "You do remember the penalty for disobedience?"
Harry sighed, and nodded.
"I can't hear you -- speak up."
The flush that crawled over Harry's skin was beautiful, as was the surrender in his voice. "Yes" he whispered.
"On your hands and knees, slut."
Harry knelt, ass in the air, and waited
~~~~~~
"You like that, you little slut?" Snape said to Harry as he pushed him against the dungeon wall and kissed him hard, but without passion. "You like it when I treat you like the whore you are?"
Harry said nothing. He kissed back, because he needed Snape. These forays into the dungeon were becoming a necessity, somehow grounding. He wanted Snape, any way he could get him, even if it meant he was battered, bruised and broken in the process.
"Answer me, slut," Snape growled.
"I like it," Harry answered quietly, holding onto Snape as tight as he was allowed.
~~~~~~
Harry sits at the kitchen table at Grimmauld Place, a bottle of Fire Whiskey in front of him. Seated across from him is his lover; his enemy.
"You have to decide. Black is gone.”
Sad green eyes meet black, shaded ones. "So it's that easy, huh?"
"No. But if you hope to win, you can not wallow in self pity."
Harry looks up at Snape. "Can you make it easier?"
"I will try.” Harry catches the barest hint of emotion in Snape’s eyes
Harry leans across the table. Snape’s lips are cool, but pliant as their tongues meet.
Finished