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Original poster: medawyn

Titles: First Day and Hand in Hand
Author: medawyn
Rating: G and NC-17
Word Count: 100 each
Challenge: #23 - Firsts



First Day

“How do you do it?”

Severus looked up to see Harry standing in the doorway, looking even more rumpled than usual. “You have a broken quill in your hair,” he observed.

Harry flicked it to the ground impatiently before sinking into the chair. “Am I still alive?”

“You are indeed,” Severus chuckled darkly, “and you’ll get to go back and try again tomorrow.”

“Do I have to?” complained Harry, only half-kidding.

“The first day is always the hardest,” said Severus, massaging the base of Harry’s neck. “If you haven’t killed any students yet, I’m certain you’ll survive tomorrow as well.”



Hand in Hand

They had fucked. They had sucked. Tongues had explored nearly every inch of flesh, several times over. Severus knew that Harry’s left nipple was especially sensitive. Harry knew the exact place on Severus’ inner thigh that would make him moan with impatience.

They had tried fast and rough, slow and teasing, desperate and grasping. They had tried beds, floors, walls, tables, and, on one memorable occasion, Minerva’s desk.

But when Harry had reached for Severus’ hand under the table, calloused fingers lacing between potion-stained fingers, the warmth of being palm-to-palm was new. They realized they had never done this before.