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Our next Drabbler and future Champion, alisanne did ALL 44 prompts! That's 4400 words, for you folks keeping track. Enjoy!
ETA: Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are the property of J.K. Rowling. I make no claims regarding them, and no money is being made from these stories. They are for entertainment purposes only.
Ratings: G to R
Warnings: MPreg, angst, hurt/comfort, suggestions of torture, character death, fluff.
Beta reader: knightmare_shad
Sleep Deprivation
Word count: 100
Romance
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“Still up?”
Severus rolled his eyes, but did not falter in the steady rhythm of his stirring.
“As you can see,” he replied.
“What are you working on so diligently?” Harry asked, eyeing the bubbling cauldron carefully.
“A surprise,” Severus said succinctly.
“Will I like it?”
A pause. “I certainly hope so. I do not routinely enjoy sleep deprivation, Harry.”
“Then, I thank you in advance, Severus.”
Harry wandered away, and Severus smirked as he stirred the Pregnancy Potion. He would be interested to see if his husband was as grateful when he ended up having to carry their children.
Sleep Deprivation
Word count: 100
Angst
~
Days blurred into night and into days again, and still they hounded him. When they moved him to where day and night were the same, such considerations became superfluous.
Blood ran from his wrists where the chains rubbed him raw, and yet, the questions continued, about Dumbledore, and the Ministry, and Potter, always Potter.
Severus never spoke of Potter, but that was difficult, given the sleep deprivation he’d been submitted to.
Finally, he saw that scarred face, thinking it another hallucination. Even the strong arms surrounding him proved nothing. Until he sniffed Potter’s smell, unique to him.
Rescued, Severus slept.
~
Always Hungry
Word count: 100
Romance
~
“The food won’t disappear, Harry.”
Harry paused mid swallow; his hand, which had been on its way to his mouth, froze.
“Sorry,” he said, quickly putting the piece of toast down.
Severus cursed softly.
“No, I didn’t mean that you should not eat,” he said. “I meant that you should eat slowly. I promised that there would always be food, didn’t I? Don’t you trust me?”
“With my life,” Harry murmured. “But it’s still a hard habit to overcome.”
Severus’ eyes softened slightly. “I know. Still, please trust me on this. You will never starve again.”
Harry nodded and ate slowly.
~
Always Hungry
Word count: 100
Angst
~
Harry shivered, closing his eyes in the hope that that would help, but it only magnified the sensation of the walls closing in.
His stomach rumbled. He was always hungry now.
He thought bitterly about the betrayal that had caused this. Bad enough that Snape had seduced him so thoroughly, so completely...
The door opened, light hitting Harry’s face, making him squint.
“Ready to talk?”
Harry licked cracked lips. His inner voice screamed at him to say whatever it took to get food and out.
He said nothing, and Snape locked him in again. There were worse things than hunger.
~
Courage
Word count: 100
Romance
~
“There are many different types of courage in this world, Harry,” Dumbledore had once said.
Harry always wondered if Dumbledore had known what would happen after he defeated Voldemort.
The squeal of his daughter as she ran towards his mate brought Harry out of his daydream.
Severus, his face transformed by a smile, had his arms open, and as she ran into them the two toppled heavily onto the grass.
As Harry walked towards them, it struck him how courageous his husband was. Severus had resisted the pull of the dark side for decades, only to bravely succumb to love.
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Courage
Word count: 100
Angst
~
Harry’s eyes blurred with tears as he stared into Severus’ face.
“Why’d you do it?” he cried, arms wrapped tightly around himself as if he would fly apart otherwise.
Severus sighed, looking down at him.
“I had to,” he replied sharply. “We all had roles to play. Mine was to have the courage to do whatever it took to get you to do what you were born to do.”
Harry shook with sobs, and Severus rolled his eyes.
“What would you have had me do, Harry? “ he asked more gently.
“Live,” Harry said, tearful eyes gazing at the portrait. “Live.”
~
Benediction
Word count: 100
Romance
~
They sighed as they closed the door.
Minerva had given them permission, but they were both nervous. Neither had visited his portrait since that fateful night.
Stepping quietly over to the picture, they stood there holding hands, both gathering courage before looking up.
The old man was snoring gently, his chest rising and falling rhythmically.
Severus started to turn away, but paused when Harry tugged.
One bright blue eye cracked open.
Severus’ breath caught as he looked at his ex-mentor.
In an unmistakable gesture of benediction, Dumbledore winked at both men.
“Blessed be,” he mouthed, closing his eyes once more.
~
Benediction
Word count: 100
Angst
~
“It’s wrong, Harry,” Hermione said, lips pressed together firmly.
Ron, of course, echoed her words, to no one’s surprise. Hermione’s lapdog, Harry thought bitterly.
McGonagall wasn’t much better.
“He is incapable of that level of caring, Harry,” she warned.
Harry shrugged. And even when Remus and Tonks and Molly came to him, he smiled politely and then went home to him.
Soon, it became a joke between them.
“Who tried to get you to leave me today?” he would ask, and Harry would laugh and tell him.
“Will we never have anyone’s benediction?” Harry sighed.
“Just our own,” Severus replied.
~
Things Left Unsaid
word count: 100
Romance
~
Harry’d thought it sweet when Severus began getting up early to make him breakfast every morning.
He’d smiled when Severus started walking him to class.
When Severus started coming to the Quidditch matches that he refereed, Harry’d welcomed him happily, and when he’d invited Hermione and Ron over for dinner, Harry’d been shocked, yet he had said nothing, making sure to thank his lover later.
The first time Harry actually suspected how Severus felt, it had been when he’d cleared space for him in his drawers.
And when he knew, was when he agreed to name their first child James.
~
Things Left Unsaid
Word count: 100
Angst
~
Harry writhed, eyes closed tightly as Severus slammed into him. He grunted, hands clutching the sheets tightly, even as he was fucked silently.
Severus rocked back and forth, a part of him marveling at how sweet Harry felt around him, even as he hated that it felt this good.
Harry was going to come soon, and he both dreaded and craved it.
Severus couldn’t keep up the pace and, bowing his head, released inside Harry.
Sliding out wetly, Severus was still panting heavily as he left, not even looking back at Harry, spread awry, things left unsaid hanging there, mocking.
~
Vertigo
word count: 100
Romance
~
Severus had his arms wrapped securely around his husband.
Harry groaned, struggling to keep his eyes closed, fighting the vertigo.
“Whose idea was this, anyway?” he griped.
Severus chuckled warmly in his ear. “Need I remind you?” he murmured, “that only one of us is a Gryffindor?”
Harry sighed. “It’s supposed to be the thing to see in Muggle London,” he grumbled. “How was I to know that heights affected me this badly?”
Severus brushed a kiss across his temple. “We’ll be off it soon,” he promised. “And this is still our honeymoon. We’ll come up with something to do.”
~
Vertigo
Word count: 100
Angst
~
Why did it have to be another tower?
Ever since the Dumbledore incident, Harry hated towers, all heights in fact.
Avoiding the vertigo he knew would attack him if he looked out, he edged along, hoping to find a nook in which to hide.
Trembling, he waited for the Death Eaters to pass him by in their search.
All passed but one, who stopped and sniffed.
The others gone, Severus reached down and pulled him up, smirking, ignoring the fact that Harry shouldn’t have been visible.
“How...?”
“I smelled you that night, too,” Severus said darkly, herding him to safety.
~
Masquerade
word count: 100
Romance
~
Harry wailed, unable to contain his cry of agony. “Severus!”
“I know.” Severus tried hard to infuse love and support in his tone. “Just a bit longer. You’re being very brave, Harry.”
“Brave?” Harry moaned, writhing as the mediwitch checked him again. “Who says? That was all an act, a masquerade!”
The next minutes flew by, and as the time came closer, Severus held onto him, wishing he could endure this for his husband.
Later, as they all lay there, Severus stroking his son’s head gently as Harry smiled, the mediwitch beamed proudly.
“You both did wonderfully! Congratulations, daddies.”
~
Masquerade
Word count: 100
Angst
~
The parchment fell from Harry’s suddenly nerveless fingers.
“This can’t be,” he whispered brokenly.
Hermione grasped his arm, but he shook her off. “You knew?” he asked, starting to pace. “You knew it was all a... masquerade?”
“His idea,” Ron said.
Harry spun. “His idea to kill his mentor? His idea to make me...” he choked, a tear rolling down his face.
Hermione nodded. “To make you love him.” She paused. “He loved you, too, Harry.”
“Why’d he leave me, then?”
“To protect you,” Hermione said gently.
Eyes bowed, they left him alone to read Severus’ last words in peace.
~
Deja Vu
word count: 100
Romance
~
“It could be what really happens,” Harry argued, cuddling next to Severus on the couch.
Severus rolled his eyes. “This is ridiculous,” he declared, watching the Muggle movie with increasing ire as the hero, a leather clad dunderhead named Neo, saved the world and got the girl.
“Why couldn’t a Muggle computer program be a valid explanation for the sensation of deja vu?” Harry persisted.
“Please. It’s ridiculous! Everyone knows deja vu is from latent clairvoyance. ‘The one’ indeed.”
Harry smiled and climbed into Severus’ lap. “Never mind that,” he said, settling against him. “You’re the only ‘one’ for me.”
~
Deja Vu
Word count: 100
Angst
~
Memory tickled at the back of his mind, but Harry ignored it. He deserves this, he reassured himself, as he tracked his quarry down familiar corridors.
Stepping out onto the Hogwarts balcony, Harry was transported back to a dark night ten years before.
Snape’s eyes begged, but he remained silent.
"Fuck you, Snape," Harry snarled, and with a flick of the wrist, sent Severus crashing over the side of the tower and unto the ground far below.
"You asked for it," Harry whispered. "Now, where is Malfoy?"
As he moved on, he missed the silent figure hidden in the shadows.
~
Nightmares
Word count:100
Romance
~
Horror assaulting him, he writhed, despairing, until arms cradled him, soothing his nightmares, repulsing the terrors attacking him in dreams, and he slept, content.
Once finally awake, he lay protected, for a moment enjoying comfort offered, even as he knew it might not last.
He could not ask this, no matter the trauma of his life.
Moving to slide out of those arms, he was held fast.
Vulnerable, he looked up into loving eyes.
“I meant my promise,” Harry said, strong arms tightening about Severus. “I know about nightmares. I won’t abandon you to them.”
Severus allowed himself to believe.
~
Nightmares
Word count:100
Angst
~
The stench of burning flesh and agonized cries assaulted his senses. He spun, only to encounter a group of masked figures moving towards him at speed.
This was it, then. There was no cover, so he stood still, resigned to die.
They drew near, and a familiar voice said, “Well, how perfect! We have Potter. I shall take him to our Lord, you all go ahead.”
Bound, he was held close as the others passed.
“Harry?”
He awoke, sweating, staring up into the same deep obsidian eyes from his dream.
“Another nightmare?”
Harry shook his head. “Good memory,” he said.
~
Last Dance
word count:100
Romance
~
Harry, wand out, crept up to the door. The loud, rhythmic thumping coming from inside was alarming.
Home early, he wondered, had one of the remaining cells of Death Eaters found their home?
With a shouted Alohamora, the door flew open, and Harry was treated to the sound of Donna Summer. Wailing.
“Let’s dance, the last dance!” she crooned, and Severus was singing along, his small arse wriggling in time to the heavy base beat.
He spun, and then stopped as he saw Harry.
“What? She’s a great singer!”
Harry smirked. Yet another side to the enigma of Severus Snape.
~
Last Dance
Word count: 100
Angst
~
Harry heard music every time Bellatrix hexed him. When she stopped, Voldemort’s laughter became his only distraction.
At those times he wished she wouldn’t stop.
Oh, how Harry hated, but his heart leapt when Severus walked in. Severus, who had the hardest job of all.
Severus who had to watch, impassive, as Harry danced to the special music.
“Last dance, Potter,” Bella finally said. “Severus, the honors?”
Slim wood was smuggled to him, and Harry reached for his strength. Moments later, Bella and Voldemort danced their last.
As he slid into oblivion, Severus calling him, Harry still heard the music.
~
A Test of Wills
word count: 100
Romance
~
Harry stared into his lover’s fathomless black orbs, determined to be victorious, to not blink, not this time. The stakes were too high, after all.
Funny how everything they did came down to this, a test of wills.
And Harry had lost his fair share of battles, but not this one.
This time he would hold on, this time he would prevail. He was this close. Victory was his, he could tell....
And then fate intervened.
The kneasel nuzzled Severus’ arm, and he blinked, looking down at the furry creature.
“I guess that means she stays,” Harry said, triumphant.
~
A Test of Wills
Word count: 100
Angst
~
“I do not love you,” Severus said matter-of-factly.
Harry stepped backwards, a look of uncertainly marring his features.
“But... all these months... as we’ve been...”
“As we’ve fucked?” Severus shrugged. “I lied,” he said, eyes cool.
“But why would you...?” Harry asked, voice breaking.
“It was a dare,” Severus said. “A bet. Think of it as a test of my will versus yours.”
Harry shook his head, backing away slowly.
“I can’t believe I was stupid enough to...”
Running from the room, sentence unfinished, Harry missed the sad smile that crossed Severus’ face.
“A test that I failed,” he whispered.
~
Labyrinth
Word count: 100
Romance
~
Harry sighed as he entered the maze.
Severus was right, of course. He did need to get over this phobia.
Ever since the Tri Wizard, he’d avoided labyrinths.
But, who can blame me? That night I watched someone die, and battled the evilest wizard of the age.
A branch snagged his robe and he pulled away, frightened.
Not the same, he reminded himself, breathing reverting to normal.
This time the demon he fought was psychological, and yet, he won again.
Finally exiting, he was greeted by a smirking Severus.
“All right?” he asked.
“Yes,” Harry said, nodding. “You were right.”
~
Labyrinth
Word count: 100
Angst
~
Severus breathed shallowly, but that did not improve the noxious fumes assaulting his ultra-sensitive nose.
Navigating the dingy labyrinthine alley, he extended his wizard senses to their limit. Peering into the darkness, he muttered, “Lumos.”
The bedraggled figure could hardly open bloodshot eyes.
Sighing exasperatedly, Severus gathered the sick, gaunt man to him and Apparated.
When Harry opened his eyes, he groaned.
“You led me on a merry chase, Potter.”
Harry closed his eyes again. “How did you find me?” he whispered.
Bella, leaning against the wall, smiled. “We will always find you,” she said. “Now, where were we? Crucio!”
~
Superstition
Word Count: 100
Romance
~
“Something old?” Harry said, puzzled. “But why?”
Hermione tutted, slipping the watch into his pocket. “It’s traditional.”
“Silly superstition,” he said.
Harry was starting to feel out of control. At first, he’d appreciated Hermione’s offer to plan their wedding. But then, she’d started to get a bit too into it. Flowers, cake, robes.... and now this.
“Robes are new...” she muttered. “The watch works for borrowed, so that leaves... something blue.”
She smiled, tucking the blue flower into his lapel.
It hit him as she walked him up the aisle to meet a smiling Severus. “Wait, I’m not a bride!”
~
Superstition
Word count:100
Angst
~
Harry looked up from his frantic rummaging, face pale.
“I can’t find it!”
“Find what?”
“My lucky pendant.”
Severus rolled his eyes, slipping his hand into his robes. “Spare me the superstitions.”
Harry kept searching until Severus pulled him away from the trunk.
“Come now. It’s time,” Severus said.
~
Severus’ burning eyes looked down at the broken body, guilt bowing his shoulders.
All around battle raged, but the war was won.
A gaping hole lay in Harry’s chest, when the pendant would have lain, protecting him.
Severus fingered the medallion in his pocket and, looking up to the sky, howled.
~
Posthumous Request
Word count:100
Romance
~
Severus stroked gentle fingers over Harry’s tense shoulders, the massage oil on his fingertips spreading its subtle warmth into tense muscles.
Relaxing into the caresses, Harry’s eyes drifted closed, and when the touches turned carnal, he was too far gone to mount even a token protest.
When Severus slid inside him, he sighed his pleasure into the pillows, opening wider for more.
Tumbling from the heights together, they lay there, until Harry turned in warm arms to ask, “Why now?”
“It was his posthumous request,” Severus said, nuzzling Harry’s neck.
“To have sex with me?”
“No, to make myself happy.”
~
Posthumous Request
word count: 100
Angst
~
“His posthumous request,” McGonagall whispered, pressing the scroll into Harry’s hand.
Glancing up inquiringly, he pocketed it, turning back to the ceremony.
Later he opened it, eyes going immediately to the signature.
He read it through, tears gathering in his eyes as the import of the message hit him.
Running to his... her office, he screamed the password, the gargoyle letting him pass.
“Why?” he cried. “Why did he let me think Severus killed him?”
She smiled sadly. “You had to believe that,” she said. “Albus loved you, too, Harry.”
“Too? Who else...?”
But he knew the answer to that.
~
Sacrifice
Word count:100
Romance
~
“You’ve done this before?” Severus gasped, his fingers stroked along Harry’s back and over his arse.
Harry moaned, and Severus all but liquified at the sheer need in that sound.
Kissing Harry deeply, Severus forgot everything but his body’s imperative to mate.
But when he finally entered Harry, and he cried out, Severus groaned, suspecting the truth. Too far gone to stop, Severus slowed, bringing pleasure in the wake of pain.
Lying there afterwards, he stroked Harry’s hair. “I am not worth of such sacrifice,” he said softly.
“There’s no other who I would rather have that gift,” Harry replied.
~
Sacrifice
Word count: 100
Angst
~
“How can you justify making him our sacrifice?!”
The Order meeting stopped, all faces turned towards Severus, reflecting shock and confusion.
Dumbledore shook his head, sorrow reflected in those eyes.
“We have no choice,” he said, his voice soft in the silence.
Severus turned away and said no more, but never forgot.
Until one fateful night on a dark parapet, when Severus could trade one life for another.
Harry would never know what Severus had done for him.
And even as Severus was hunted, he was content.
His Harry lived, when he would have died, and that was somehow enough.
~
Seven Year Itch
Word count: 100
Romance
~
It had seemed like a good gift idea. Severus was always cold, and it was the traditional seventh year anniversary gift....
Harry browsed Diagon Alley, Muggle London and Hogsmeade. He’d even taken a look in Knockturn, but hadn’t felt comfortable there, leaving quickly.
When he’d spotted it, he’d all but crowed.
Cashmere was supposed to be the best quality wool, right?
As he draped it over his dozing mate that evening, he smiled at the sweet picture Severus made. That was before the welts came up.
Harry hadn’t known about the allergy.
Later, they joked about their seven year itch.
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Seven Year Itch
Word count: 100
Angst
~
The seven year itch, Severus should have known
It was inevitable, he thought, watching Draco flirt with Harry. He’d thought long and hard about what he would do when this happened, and even as his heart was breaking, he schooled his features, saying nothing.
That night, making love to Harry, making him scream in pleasure, Severus savored the sounds. Soon he would be alone.
Turning away, silent tears rolled down his cheeks in the darkness.
Soft fingers brushed the tears away. “Have you no faith, Severus?” came the whispered question, and for the first time, Severus allowed himself to believe.
~
Proving His Independence
word count:100
Romance
~
Rita Skeeter leaned closer, eyes glittering with malice.
“So,” she said, nose twitching, “when exactly did Professor Snape start sleeping with you?” she asked, poised to take notes.
Harry frowned. “Well, after the war,” he finally said.
“Mmmm. You were no longer his student?” she snapped.
He smirked. “Certainly not.”
Reaching for Severus’ hand, he grasped it lovingly.
Severus simply stared down his nose at her until she finally left, interview completed.
Turning towards Harry, Severus shook his head. “Why must we share intimate details of our lives with these people?” he asked.
Harry shrugged. “Proves I’m independent,” he said.
~
Proving His Independence
Word count: 100
Angst
~
Severus was tired of proving himself.
He’d had to prove himself as worthy Slytherin, vicious Death Eater, Master Potions maker, crafty spy for Dumbledore...
And now... this was the worst yet.
He watched, eyes narrowed, as the Creature tortured one Auror after the other. And when he came before that throne, Severus didn’t dare close his eyes. He had to watch the horror.
He’d been unable to save Draco, but perhaps he could save him, and thus his own soul?
Could he finally prove his independence?
Stepping towards Potter as summoned, he pointed his wand at his target.
“Avada Kedavra!”
~
Ancestry
Word count: 100
Romance
~
“So what am I, the Half-Blood Pauper?”
Severus glared at Harry. “You are no pauper,” he said with a sniff. “But, as it was I who coined the Half-Blood Prince moniker, you may address me as Prince Severus.”
“Uh huh.” Harry rolled his eyes. “As if I care about your ancestry.”
Severus turned away, but Harry saw the smile, nonetheless.
“You thought I cared about that?” Harry pressed.
Severus shrugged. “Many do,” he said, trying for nonchalance. “You are the Black heir, it might have been important.”
Harry stepped up and hugged him. “Not to me,” he whispered.
Severus smiled.
~
Ancestry
Word count: 100
Angst
~
Severus shambled around the tree, muttering.
Harry, concerned, walked over to him.
“What are you doing, Severus?” he asked softly.
“I’m... apple?” Severus said, obviously struggling for words.
“What, love?” Harry radiated patience, his hand grasping Severus’ quaking arm and patting him soothingly.
“The... that.”
Severus pointed, and Harry reached over, picking up a discarded book.
“’The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree’,” he read aloud.
“Yeah,” Severus said.
Sitting Severus down, Harry smiled through tears. “Yes, love. You did your ancestry proud,” he whispered, hugging him.
Severus, mind broken from the war, muttered, as Harry watched over him.
~
Pensieve Memories
Word count:100
Romance
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Harry’s wicked tongue circled the tip of his cock, dipping into the slit to taste the bitter fluid before sucking him in.
He arched off the bed, and Harry took him deeper in his throat, humming as he did so. In moments, Severus was spurting his essence down that welcoming throat.
A blur of lights, and they were back in their room, Severus sighing and relaxing into the bed, as Harry followed him down.
Ten minutes later, a smiling Harry finally put the Pensieve away.
“See? Now, are you glad you decided to share your Pensieve memories?”
Severus smiled. “Indeed.”
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Pensieve Memories
Word count: 100
Angst
~
The spell came again and again, until Severus was whimpering, voice hoarse from screaming. He was sure his body would never work again. Surely, there was no more pain that they could cause...
Eyes opening when a pointed boot slammed into him, Severus knew despair looking into Voldemort’s red eyes.
Sobbing, Harry withdrew from the Pensieve memory.
Looking up accusingly at his lover, he asked through tears, “why didn’t you tell me he tortured you for me?”
Severus nodded. “Would you have believed me?” he asked quietly.
“I’ll kill him,” Harry vowed, stalking out.
“That’s the idea,” Severus said softly.
~
Correspondence
Word count: 100
Romance
~
The first time I saw you, I knew.
Severus frowned, suspicious.
“Who sent this?” he asked his owl. She hooted at him.
Scowling, he wrote a terse reply, and so the correspondence started.
I want to unbutton you, came weeks later, and by then, Severus knew this person’s mind attracted him like no other.
I dream of how you taste, came at six months. By nine, Severus dreamt nightly of his letter writing lover.
When finally they met, the fact that it was Potter wasn’t even a surprise.
“I knew when first I saw you, too,” he murmured, kissing Harry.
~
Correspondence
word count: 100
Angst
~
His whole life changed the day he found the faded correspondence that had slipped behind the bedroom dresser.
It was addressed to Granger. Obviously meant to have been sent twenty years before, it contained such sentiment that Severus wondered how he could have missed Harry’s obsession with him, his love for him.
It spoke of how Harry longed to kiss, to fondle, to hold, and Severus felt himself aroused by that simple missive.
It ended with a simple sentence.
If I survive, I shall tell him.
Severus cried, and that day, visited Harry’s grave for the first time in years.
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Scruples
Word count: 100
Romance
~
“Pass the bat wings.”
Severus was terse when he brewed. Harry knew this from months of collaboration with the taciturn man.
Holding his tongue, Harry passed him the ingredient, and stirred the cauldron as he’d been instructed.
“A scruple of Asphodel.”
Harry froze. A what of Asphodel?
“Er... what?”
Severus growled at him. “Typical. You’ve neither scruples, nor the wit to measure them,” he snapped, reaching over Harry.
Harry bristled. “I have plenty of scruples! I’ve enough to not snog you like I want to...” He clapped a hand over his mouth.
“About time you admitted it,” Severus said silkily.
~
Scruples
Word count: 100
Angst
~
Harry snuck around the corner and ran smack into Severus.
“What are you doing, Potter?”
Flushing, Harry looked up into those entrancing eyes, almost forgetting what his purpose was in the dungeons...
“I want you to teach me Occlumency again,” he said.
Severus’ eyebrow rose. “This is why you’re been loitering around my quarters?”
Harry nodded. Part of the reason, his mind supplied, and unfortunately Severus chose that moment to test his mental walls.
By the time Severus slid out of his mind again, he knew how Harry felt about him.
“Impossible,” he snapped, walking away.
Damned scruples, Harry thought.
~
Dollhouse
Word count:100
Romance
~
Severus disappeared every Thursday, and Harry was determined to discover why.
He followed, but Severus had been a spy, he easily evaded Harry’s pitiful tracking attempts.
Harry finally asked, but Severus would avoid the question, distracting him with hot kisses and even hotter sex.
Then, Harry happened upon Severus in Diagon Alley, and he followed, unable to contain his excitement.
Finally, he would know.
Severus ducked into a door, and Harry followed, not prepared for what he saw.
Severus, bent over a dollhouse, helping a tiny girl, elegant fingers brushing gently against hers.
Harry took the Pregnancy Portion that night.
~
Dollhouse
Word count:100
Angst
~
Pieces lay scattered on the floor, broken glass like mute accusations, angry words falling like blows onto his cringing shoulders.
“Cursed... Ruin everything... bad luck...”
She never forgave him, and later, when she died, he thought he’d done it.
Her words followed him. Even when his fingers gained skill and power, that fear remained.
Every time he broke a potions vial, every time he broke a person...
“Severus, help us.”
Severus blinked, coming back to the present.
Sitting next to Harry and their daughter, he smiled. The tiny windows of her dollhouse winked up at him, and finally, he healed.
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Thank you,
alisanne!