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Original poster: snarrymod
Featuring another future Champion, who is a big fan of our boy, Snape.
Introducing:
Author: daylyn
Ratings: Range from G to NC-17
Disclaimer: I own nothing…
Prompts: I managed to write both Romance and Angst drabbles for seven of the prompts: Always Hungry, Courage, Masquerade, Nightmares, Last Dance, Seven Year Itch, and Dollhouse.
Length: Each drabble is exactly 100 words (go me!)
Warnings, A/N: Character Death in some, (and blow jobs in some – if that really needs a warning). Each drabble is separate and not connected with another (although the two Dollhouse drabbles could be perceived as connected).
Enjoy!
Always Hungry – Romance
Harry greedily sucked on the cock before him.
A muffled groan came from above.
Harry sucked harder.
Finally, Harry’s mouth was filled with that bitter taste. He looked up with a satisfied smirk.
Severus was leaning against his desk, trying to catch his breath. “You’re insatiable,” he gasped. “I can’t believe you did this during our lunch hour. What if someone came in?”
“Lunch!” Harry exclaimed, leaping to his feet and kissing Severus enthusiastically. “Whatever shall I eat?” he asked when they broke apart, then immediately began to suck on Severus’ neck.
“Just insatiable,” Severus said with a huge smile.
Always Hungry – Angst
Snape hadn’t slept or eaten for days. The Aurors were hunting him. They pursued him as if driven by an indomitable force, which in a way they were. Harry Potter was the lead Auror, and he wanted Snape more than anything.
Snape refused to give Potter that satisfaction. It was the only thing that enabled him to fight through his exhaustion and ever present hunger. It was the only thing that kept him alive.
Snape Apparated again, hoping they wouldn’t track him, knowing they would. Potter’s hunger rivaled his own, and Snape knew they’d never be free of each other.
Courage – Romance
Harry glanced anxiously down Spinners End as he knocked on the door.
“You have a lot of nerve coming here,” Snape snarled.
“I’d like to think of it as courage,” Harry said, forcing his way in.
“Get out!”
Harry moved closer instead. He could see fear, and a flicker of something sultrier, in Snape’s eyes.
“Not after the way you kissed me when the Wizengamot pronounced your innocence.”
“I’ll hex you,” Snape threatened, wand steady in his hand.
Harry swallowed nervously, but leaned up for a kiss.
The wand clattered to the floor, and then Severus was kissing him back.
Courage – Angst
“I’m sorry I called you a coward,” Harry said.
Oppressive silence was his only reply.
“I didn’t know,” Harry tried to explain. “It looked like murder to me. How was I supposed to know that Dumbledore demanded you do it?”
Silence.
“I wish I had seen Dumbledore’s Pensieve before… they did this to you. If I had known, I would have stopped the Aurors. I would have done… something.”
The quiet was overwhelming.
“You were braver than all of us,” Harry said sadly. “I’m sorry.” He laid a single white rose on Severus Snape’s grave, and then slowly walked away.
Masquerade – Romance
“It will be fun.”
“Mr. Potter, you are insane.”
“Severus, stop being such a prude.”
“Harry, I would sooner hex you with painful penile pustules than attend a Halloween costume party.”
“Ow. Don’t you mean you would rather hex yourself?”
“Certainly not. You’re going to bear the brunt of any hexing that occurs.”
“Do you really want my penis oozing?”
“Well… perhaps not with pus.”
“Why don’t we move onto the oozing penis thing, and then I’ll tell you my idea for our costumes.”
“No.”
“No party, no penis.”
“You drive a hard bargain, Harry. Where is this party again?”
Masquerade – Angst
Severus downed his firewhiskey and questioned his sanity.
He knew that he couldn’t keep this up too much longer. Between the Unbreakable Vow, Draco’s incompetent scheming, and Potter’s recklessness, his nerves were frayed.
Potter. Those green eyes, Lily’s eyes, mocking him, questioning him, demanding of him. It would be easiest to be what everyone thought he was and to just betray the boy and let him die. But even as he felt the twinge of the Dark Mark, his Master’s demand for an audience, Severus knew he would not.
Severus donned his Death Eater mask and prepared for his meeting.
Nightmares – Romance
Harry didn’t know if it was the screaming or the thrashing that woke him.
“No!” Severus cried. “Please don’t make me!”
Harry shook his husband awake.
“Oh god,” Severus gasped. His horror slowly turned to shock and then despair. “Sorry…,” he mumbled, trying to roll away.
“Hush,” Harry said gently, pulling him back and holding him close. He stroked Severus’ back, feeling the horrible tension slowly ebb.
“I’ve got you,” Harry whispered into the dark.
“I know,” was the quiet reply. “I always feel safe in your arms.”
Harry smiled and kissed Severus’ greasy hair before drifting back to sleep.
Nightmares – Angst
Harry didn’t know how it had all gone so terribly wrong. One minute he was at Bill and Fleur’s wedding, and the next everyone he cared for was dead.
“Well, Harry,” Voldemort said as Harry lay gasping in pain on the dirty cell floor. “The Ministry is in shambles. I now lead the Wizarding World.”
The aftereffects of the Cruciatus curse suddenly became the least of Harry’s torment.
“You’re nothing more than a minor annoyance,” Voldemort gloated. “Would you like a plaything, my loyal Severus?”
Harry knew by the gleam in Snape’s eyes that his nightmare had only just begun.
Last Dance – Romance
“It’s been good, hasn’t it,” Harry asked, a gentle smile on his face, his fingers threading through Severus’ grey hair.
Severus’ eyes darted around the hospital room before finally resting on Harry. “Yes,” he whispered, stroking the wrinkles around Harry’s eyes.
“I’ll miss you,” Harry said, his voice cracking.
“I love you,” Severus said quietly, and a spark of joy leapt into Harry’s tear-filled eyes. Severus slowly, achingly, got out of the bed and held out his hand. “Dance with me?”
Harry smiled through his tears, and the two men swayed together gently to a music only they could hear.
Last Dance – Angst
Harry laughed as his new husband twirled him around the dance floor for their wedding dance. Severus’ normally stern face smiled as he leaned down and kissed Harry briefly, fleeting, his lips a promise of future delight. Harry hugged him closer, never wanting this moment to end.
“Death Eater scum!” a voice shouted across the room. “I won’t allow this!”
Severus and Harry broke apart. A flurry of wands were raised to capture the intruder, but not before the terrible cry of “Avada Kedavra!” rang out.
Harry fell to the dance floor and cried as he clutched Severus’ limp body.
Seven Year Itch – Romance
“Stop scratching.”
“It itches.”
“I know it itches, Harry. Stop scratching anyway.”
“But Severus…”
“No whining either.”
“…”
“Or pouting.”
“Well, Professor Know-It-All, what’s wrong?”
“I think you have the Seven Year Itch.”
“I didn’t sleep with anyone else, Severus!”
“What?!”
“Er…that how muggles refer to “straying” after being in a long-term relationship.”
“Really? I meant that you’d been hit by a specific Itching Curse during your illustrious work as an Auror.”
“Oh.”
“I’ll slather you with a potion until a Curse Breaker arrives.”
“Thanks.”
“You… really wouldn’t “stray”?”
“Never Severus.”
“Kiss me, you itchy brat, because neither would I.”
Seven Year Itch – Angst
“Suck harder,” Severus moaned as the warm, wonderful suction enveloped his cock. “Just like that.”
He didn’t know how he was supposed to give this up. The warm heat. The wondrous feeling of coming down someone’s throat. Severus groaned loudly as his cock released pulse after pulse of orgasmic bliss. He almost called out Harry’s name but knew better, knew that would never happen again. His husband made it painfully obvious that he had no interest in that side of their relationship.
Severus paid the prostitute and left, going back to his empty home, his empty marriage, his empty life.
Dollhouse – Romance
“Come on,” Harry said, tugging on Severus’ sleeve. “Let’s get it for our daughter.”
Severus looked at the giant glittering dollhouse with disdain. “Don’t be foolish,” he snapped. “We don’t even know if the adoption will go through.”
“Of course it will,” Harry said with feigned certainty. “She’ll love it,” he continued wistfully.
Severus thought about saying that the child was only a mere infant, and they had years before they needed to purchase such an ugly monstrosity. But the sad longing on Harry’s face reminded him of tragic childhoods long since past.
“Where do we pay?” he asked instead.
Dollhouse – Angst
This doesn’t happen to wizards, Severus thought. Wizards don’t die in car crashes. Especially not with their young daughters.
Severus screamed into the silence of his now empty home.
He wandered listlessly, finally finding himself at the nursery. The dollhouse caught his eye. He and Harry had purchased as a symbol to ensure that their daughter’s childhood was far better than their own.
He reached out to smash it to the ground. But he remembered the joy on Harry’s face, and they way the baby used to watch the glittering lights.
He collapsed to the floor and began to sob.
Thank you,
daylyn!