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ragnhildholm's Birthday! and for bluemoon02's drabble challenge. Credit goes to rushlight75, whose recent HP/SS drabble gave me the idea.
Rare Scottish Snow
by Icarus
Harry pushed open the door to Severus Snape's quarters. He shoved the cowl of his winter cloak off his head, the wool wet with melting snow, and took in the fireglow of the room. Severus's hair hung forward as he peered into a book, the tense lines of his face belied by the way his feet were sprawled out. He didn't appear to notice Harry as he turned a page. The steaming tea kettle hovered in the fire. It was Severus' assurance no one would visit him that way.
Severus' Snapes quarters seemed different every season, and winter was Harry's favourite. Nothing changed exactly. The harp remained in its corner, the elegant, dark wood as deadly as ever; the books were all systematically organised. (If Harry put so much as a periodical out of place, somehow Severus always knew, immediately.) But the light from the high-up little windows shifted with the season, and what was dark and oppressive in spring and summer was cozy now.
"Don't piddle on the floor, and come in." Severus didn't even look up.
After two years, Severus could still make him jump. "It's snowing, Severus."
Severus made an abstracted noise. "Uhm-hmm."
Harry continued. "...and it's starting to stick."
Severus gave him a sarcastic glance. And turned the page. Then turned back to his book.
Harry simply stood with his hands behind his back, waiting for some kind of response. He got none, which didn't surprise him.
"You should go outside and see. We don't get snow often," he said, as he shifted nervously from one foot to another.
Severus merely grunted. His latest technique to dissuade interruptions was to ignore Harry entirely. It didn't work, of course.
Harry took a deep breath. "How expensive is that book you're holding?"
Now Severus looked both puzzled and irritated, as he turned sidelong towards Harry. He shrugged briefly. "It's just a novel, why -?"
The snowball caught him full in the face, with a flabbergasted expression. Which rose to fury as he stood, snow sliding from his chin. Spangles of snow flew as he launched himself into the hallway.
Harry had already made good his escape.
The few Slytherins who'd stayed for the Christmas hols were treated to the sight of their Head of House, surprisingly fast on those long legs, pelting after a laughing, dodging Harry Potter.
Finis.
Fourteen down, five more to go:
Rare Scottish Snow Severus/Harry, with extra snark forbluemoon02
Six Week Charade - Ron/Draco forthywillbedone
Primer to the Dark Arts: Morning Breath, deleted scene, NC-17 version. Harry/Snape forbarbana
More Than One Way To Win Tom/Harry forauxphono
Weasleys Come in Twos and Threes Fred/Harry/George forlyricalnights
Deep Throat Percy/Severus forchaos_rose
A '57 Vincent And A Red-Headed Boy - Ron/Sirus forwanderingscribe
It Was All Right Harry/Ron forragnhildholm
Safeword Percy/Severuswired_lizard
Rat For Dessert Peter/Severus for_greenie_
Christmas Fluff Percy/Harry forhaku_kaen
Not My Affair VIII: Steam Ron/Percy (muse got really out of control)
Not My Affair VII: A Toast To Misery Ron/Percy (muse got out of control)
Not My Affair VI: A Year Later Ron/Percy forisolde9 (follow up to Not My Affair 1-5)
In November Neville/Ron forursule
A Little Night Music Hermion/Rita formark356
More coming!
Fred/George NC-17 forygrane
Hermione/McGonagall (optional) forpuella_deville
Harry/Cedric forblithesea
Harry/Snape (Harry dominant, NC-17) forvileseagulls
Percy/Draco, Beg Me For It universe fortboy
ragnhildholm's Birthday! and for bluemoon02's drabble challenge. Credit goes to rushlight75, whose recent HP/SS drabble gave me the idea. Rare Scottish Snow
by Icarus
Harry pushed open the door to Severus Snape's quarters. He shoved the cowl of his winter cloak off his head, the wool wet with melting snow, and took in the fireglow of the room. Severus's hair hung forward as he peered into a book, the tense lines of his face belied by the way his feet were sprawled out. He didn't appear to notice Harry as he turned a page. The steaming tea kettle hovered in the fire. It was Severus' assurance no one would visit him that way.
Severus' Snapes quarters seemed different every season, and winter was Harry's favourite. Nothing changed exactly. The harp remained in its corner, the elegant, dark wood as deadly as ever; the books were all systematically organised. (If Harry put so much as a periodical out of place, somehow Severus always knew, immediately.) But the light from the high-up little windows shifted with the season, and what was dark and oppressive in spring and summer was cozy now.
"Don't piddle on the floor, and come in." Severus didn't even look up.
After two years, Severus could still make him jump. "It's snowing, Severus."
Severus made an abstracted noise. "Uhm-hmm."
Harry continued. "...and it's starting to stick."
Severus gave him a sarcastic glance. And turned the page. Then turned back to his book.
Harry simply stood with his hands behind his back, waiting for some kind of response. He got none, which didn't surprise him.
"You should go outside and see. We don't get snow often," he said, as he shifted nervously from one foot to another.
Severus merely grunted. His latest technique to dissuade interruptions was to ignore Harry entirely. It didn't work, of course.
Harry took a deep breath. "How expensive is that book you're holding?"
Now Severus looked both puzzled and irritated, as he turned sidelong towards Harry. He shrugged briefly. "It's just a novel, why -?"
The snowball caught him full in the face, with a flabbergasted expression. Which rose to fury as he stood, snow sliding from his chin. Spangles of snow flew as he launched himself into the hallway.
Harry had already made good his escape.
The few Slytherins who'd stayed for the Christmas hols were treated to the sight of their Head of House, surprisingly fast on those long legs, pelting after a laughing, dodging Harry Potter.
Finis.
Fourteen down, five more to go:
Rare Scottish Snow Severus/Harry, with extra snark for
bluemoon02Six Week Charade - Ron/Draco for
thywillbedonePrimer to the Dark Arts: Morning Breath, deleted scene, NC-17 version. Harry/Snape for
barbanaMore Than One Way To Win Tom/Harry for
auxphonoWeasleys Come in Twos and Threes Fred/Harry/George for
lyricalnightsDeep Throat Percy/Severus for
chaos_roseA '57 Vincent And A Red-Headed Boy - Ron/Sirus for
wanderingscribeIt Was All Right Harry/Ron for
ragnhildholmSafeword Percy/Severus
wired_lizardRat For Dessert Peter/Severus for
_greenie_Christmas Fluff Percy/Harry for
haku_kaenNot My Affair VIII: Steam Ron/Percy (muse got really out of control)
Not My Affair VII: A Toast To Misery Ron/Percy (muse got out of control)
Not My Affair VI: A Year Later Ron/Percy for
isolde9 (follow up to Not My Affair 1-5) In November Neville/Ron for
ursuleA Little Night Music Hermion/Rita for
mark356More coming!
Fred/George NC-17 for
ygraneHermione/McGonagall (optional) for
puella_devilleHarry/Cedric for
blitheseaHarry/Snape (Harry dominant, NC-17) for
vileseagullsPercy/Draco, Beg Me For It universe for
tboy
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Date: 2003-09-27 07:22 pm (UTC)-harvey
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Date: 2003-09-28 09:11 am (UTC)Revenge is a dish best served cold, n'est pas?
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