"Potter," she said, tossing her head, and still grinning. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
LOL! I seriously laughed when I read this. Nice.
"I'm wearing trousers," he said incredulously. "You usually do." Snape's brow furrowed. "Since when?" Shrugging, Harry moved for the door. "I've no idea.
*dies*
Something about slightly sassy thinks-he's-a-student Severus is just making me squee like a squeeing thing. He's, um, tasty... :)
Slowly, the sullen resentment changed to something slyer. "Will you come and help, then, Professor?" Severus asked. "Perhaps I require instruction." "No!" Harry returned, horrified. Severus recoiled and fled.
Awww... poor Sev and his awkward attempts at flirting...
"I am not exaggerating," Severus said coldly. "He's entirely unreasonable. And it is distinctly targeted at me." [...] Harry took another swallow of whisky to hide his smile. "I'm hopeless at potions." Black eyes glittered as Severus looked up sharply. "I find that unlikely."
*dies again* oh man. Irony, how we love thee :)
"So which do you want first, your history, or your cock sucked?"