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Part 6: The Snitch
Part 6: The Snitch
Severus Snape
He has been keeping secrets.
Today, I discovered Potter throwing something into the air and catching it again. I recognized the gesture as one his father often made, and instantly grew angry.
“What are you doing, Potter?” I snapped, striding over to him and attempting to catch the glinting object that nearly flew away.
“Playing with my Snitch, Professor,” he responded cheekily and threw it into the air again.
“Yes, I can see that,” I said, knowing full well that I was irrationally angry with the boy. “Why are you playing with your Snitch instead of, perhaps, finding food?”
“Why don’t you?” he said shortly and grabbed his Snitch which had flown more than an arm’s length away. I could see it clearer now.
“Mr. Potter,” I began but he rolled his eyes and cut me off.
“Professor, I’ve done everything to help us so far. If you think that we need something, you should, by all means, go get it. Unless, of course, your Poison Ivy is still troubling you.” His smirk was unmistakable and it infuriated me beyond belief.
“Mr. Potter, you will refrain from foolish words and actions such as that for the rest of our time together or you will place yourself in an unfortunate position,” I hissed. His face went back to that grin again.
“And what, may I ask, would that ‘position’ be?” he inquired, raising his eyebrows. I caught the double meaning and decided against my normally emotionless persona. It was time to beat Potter at his own game.
“The begging kind, Harry,” I whispered, doing my best to hold his gaze steadily. “The kind where you get on your knees and beg.” His face flushed instantly and he looked away, leaving me to smirk.
“And what, Professor, would I be begging for?” he said, still not looking me in the eye.
“Mercy,” I said, attempting to connect my gaze with his.
“All right, Snape, if you insist… I’ll make a deal with you.” My eyebrows rose considerably while his grin returned. “If you can catch this Snitch, I’ll get on my knees and… beg for mercy.”
“Is that a promise, Potter, or a threat?” I replied. He shrugged and made a terrible attempt to appear innocent.
“Sir,” he said, “you don’t have the conditions. If you cannot catch the Snitch, you’ll be on your knees begging for my… mercy. That is, if you can speak.” My mouth dropped open slightly in surprise, I’ll admit that, and Potter took that as a ‘yes’.
He threw the Snitch into the air. Before I reached for it, I caught him muttering under his breath.
Unfortunately, in my youth I was never a Quidditch player, though I was told many times that I had the build for a Seeker. However, I am not nearly as young as I might have been then and I failed miserably at the task set before me.
For some reason, the Snitch turned directly around and flew toward Potter, who caught it deftly and smirked at me.
“Why, sir,” he said, “it appears that you have failed to catch the Snitch. I, on the other hand, have successfully caught it and am now waiting for my reward.” This was a challenge in itself. Do I go back on my deal and risk Potter’s lack of mercy with a rock or obey and lose all of my dignity?
Well, you’ll just have to wonder, won’t you?
Part 6: The Snitch
Harry
He has been keeping secrets.
Who knew that Snape, Greasy Git, Bat of the Dungeons of Hogwarts, and over-all snarky bastard has the throat capacity of a camel?
Okay, to clarify: he was right about most of the conversation and yes, I did mutter under my breath. I was telling my specially trained Snitch to fly back to me and avoid Snape at all costs.
Hey, guess what? I managed to get Snape on his knees, but he wouldn’t beg for mercy. In fact, he refused to open his mouth at all; he just kept glaring at me and clenching his jaw. So, being the foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach (snigger) that I am, I slapped him. Hard.
He fell down, mouth wide. My Snitch did something completely unexpected.
He flew down Snape’s throat.
Hey, guys? Snape swallows!
The rather large golden ball slid down his throat with extreme ease. It was half disturbing and half exciting, and I had to look away for a moment to regain my composure. Snape got on all fours, coughing a little, and he shook his head as if that would clear the Snitch from his body.
“Wait,” I said, gaping at him. “Did you just do what I thought you did?” He looked up at me, slightly embarrassed, and nodded very slowly.
“Potter,” he growled, “go get that damn wand of yours.” I ran off and, while I did, I stripped off most of my clothes because I don’t fancy freezing my ass off for the rest of the trip.
I dove into the lake near where the plane, crumpled and charred, still sat, buried in the bank of the mass of water. I searched frantically for my wand, swinging my eyes this way and that in the murky green water, and it took a full twenty minutes of searching before I found it.
Miraculously, it was completely unharmed. There wasn’t even a scratch in the wood, only the perfect polished finish that I had put on it the day before we left Hogwarts.
When I got back to camp, my clothes swung over my shoulder and my boxers soaking wet, Snape eyed me carefully, up and down several times.
“Did you get it?” he grunted, taking a sip of the water we’d boiled. (Even in the Canadian wilderness, we weren’t taking any chances with poisoned or polluted water.) I pulled it out and grinned at him.
It was then that he looked down noticeably at my boxers.
Damn it! He could see right through them… and I know he could because his eyes widened ever so slightly and his mouth dropped so open that the Snitch could have flown back out with no problems.
Bloody hell! I am so embarrassed now… Snape’s seen me practically naked.
Why is that suddenly a happy thought?
A/N: Broomsticks and ivy and Snitches, oh my! This story is shaping up to be quite the pervy \"inside joke\" *wink wink* *nudge nudge* *poke poke* kind of thing. Oh well, we love it anyway!
A/N 2: WARNING: no hard-core smut ahead. I am sorry, but I just don\'t go there. Much love to the readers --- Shane and Alison
Severus Snape
He has been keeping secrets.
Today, I discovered Potter throwing something into the air and catching it again. I recognized the gesture as one his father often made, and instantly grew angry.
“What are you doing, Potter?” I snapped, striding over to him and attempting to catch the glinting object that nearly flew away.
“Playing with my Snitch, Professor,” he responded cheekily and threw it into the air again.
“Yes, I can see that,” I said, knowing full well that I was irrationally angry with the boy. “Why are you playing with your Snitch instead of, perhaps, finding food?”
“Why don’t you?” he said shortly and grabbed his Snitch which had flown more than an arm’s length away. I could see it clearer now.
“Mr. Potter,” I began but he rolled his eyes and cut me off.
“Professor, I’ve done everything to help us so far. If you think that we need something, you should, by all means, go get it. Unless, of course, your Poison Ivy is still troubling you.” His smirk was unmistakable and it infuriated me beyond belief.
“Mr. Potter, you will refrain from foolish words and actions such as that for the rest of our time together or you will place yourself in an unfortunate position,” I hissed. His face went back to that grin again.
“And what, may I ask, would that ‘position’ be?” he inquired, raising his eyebrows. I caught the double meaning and decided against my normally emotionless persona. It was time to beat Potter at his own game.
“The begging kind, Harry,” I whispered, doing my best to hold his gaze steadily. “The kind where you get on your knees and beg.” His face flushed instantly and he looked away, leaving me to smirk.
“And what, Professor, would I be begging for?” he said, still not looking me in the eye.
“Mercy,” I said, attempting to connect my gaze with his.
“All right, Snape, if you insist… I’ll make a deal with you.” My eyebrows rose considerably while his grin returned. “If you can catch this Snitch, I’ll get on my knees and… beg for mercy.”
“Is that a promise, Potter, or a threat?” I replied. He shrugged and made a terrible attempt to appear innocent.
“Sir,” he said, “you don’t have the conditions. If you cannot catch the Snitch, you’ll be on your knees begging for my… mercy. That is, if you can speak.” My mouth dropped open slightly in surprise, I’ll admit that, and Potter took that as a ‘yes’.
He threw the Snitch into the air. Before I reached for it, I caught him muttering under his breath.
Unfortunately, in my youth I was never a Quidditch player, though I was told many times that I had the build for a Seeker. However, I am not nearly as young as I might have been then and I failed miserably at the task set before me.
For some reason, the Snitch turned directly around and flew toward Potter, who caught it deftly and smirked at me.
“Why, sir,” he said, “it appears that you have failed to catch the Snitch. I, on the other hand, have successfully caught it and am now waiting for my reward.” This was a challenge in itself. Do I go back on my deal and risk Potter’s lack of mercy with a rock or obey and lose all of my dignity?
Well, you’ll just have to wonder, won’t you?
Part 6: The Snitch
Harry
He has been keeping secrets.
Who knew that Snape, Greasy Git, Bat of the Dungeons of Hogwarts, and over-all snarky bastard has the throat capacity of a camel?
Okay, to clarify: he was right about most of the conversation and yes, I did mutter under my breath. I was telling my specially trained Snitch to fly back to me and avoid Snape at all costs.
Hey, guess what? I managed to get Snape on his knees, but he wouldn’t beg for mercy. In fact, he refused to open his mouth at all; he just kept glaring at me and clenching his jaw. So, being the foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach (snigger) that I am, I slapped him. Hard.
He fell down, mouth wide. My Snitch did something completely unexpected.
He flew down Snape’s throat.
Hey, guys? Snape swallows!
The rather large golden ball slid down his throat with extreme ease. It was half disturbing and half exciting, and I had to look away for a moment to regain my composure. Snape got on all fours, coughing a little, and he shook his head as if that would clear the Snitch from his body.
“Wait,” I said, gaping at him. “Did you just do what I thought you did?” He looked up at me, slightly embarrassed, and nodded very slowly.
“Potter,” he growled, “go get that damn wand of yours.” I ran off and, while I did, I stripped off most of my clothes because I don’t fancy freezing my ass off for the rest of the trip.
I dove into the lake near where the plane, crumpled and charred, still sat, buried in the bank of the mass of water. I searched frantically for my wand, swinging my eyes this way and that in the murky green water, and it took a full twenty minutes of searching before I found it.
Miraculously, it was completely unharmed. There wasn’t even a scratch in the wood, only the perfect polished finish that I had put on it the day before we left Hogwarts.
When I got back to camp, my clothes swung over my shoulder and my boxers soaking wet, Snape eyed me carefully, up and down several times.
“Did you get it?” he grunted, taking a sip of the water we’d boiled. (Even in the Canadian wilderness, we weren’t taking any chances with poisoned or polluted water.) I pulled it out and grinned at him.
It was then that he looked down noticeably at my boxers.
Damn it! He could see right through them… and I know he could because his eyes widened ever so slightly and his mouth dropped so open that the Snitch could have flown back out with no problems.
Bloody hell! I am so embarrassed now… Snape’s seen me practically naked.
Why is that suddenly a happy thought?
A/N: Broomsticks and ivy and Snitches, oh my! This story is shaping up to be quite the pervy \"inside joke\" *wink wink* *nudge nudge* *poke poke* kind of thing. Oh well, we love it anyway!
A/N 2: WARNING: no hard-core smut ahead. I am sorry, but I just don\'t go there. Much love to the readers --- Shane and Alison