Lemon Drops
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult ++
Chapters:
9
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7,979
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63
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Mean, snarky and evil bastard
Professor Severus Snape woke up to an incessant tapping at his bedroom window. He groaned, rolled over and looked at his bedside clock. “I’ll kill him,” he grumbled. “I will kill Albus Dumbledore for waking me up at 6 in the bloody morning.” He shuffled to his window, took the parchment then shooed the bird away.
Severus,
I believe that next time, it might be wise to actually explain to the head mediwitch that you now are Harry’s legal guardian before you storm into his room and place locking charms on it (though I think you’ll be pleased to know that it took almost the entire staff several hours to undo them). And while I agree that St. Mungo’s was not the best place for Harry, maybe he’d be more comfortable and open to speaking to you if he were in his own home. It’s just a suggestion, Severus. I will stop by in a few days time to see how things are coming along.
A.D.
Severus sneered. Just a suggestion, my arse. There’s no such thing as a bloody suggestion when it comes to Albus Dumbledore. Snape grumbled incoherently to himself at the prospect of having to live away from Hafan Dawel. Worse yet, living at Grimmauld Place. With The Boy Who Bloody Lived.
***
Several hours later, Severus Snape was calmly walking through Grimmauld Place. How could anyone have lived here? It’s so...substandard...
Harry entered the sitting room to see Kreacher hunched over an object he clutched tightly to his chest while walking out of the room. “Hi there, Kreacher!” Harry greeted jubilantly. The petulant house elf jumped a mile in the air. “Oh! Did I scare you? Here!” Harry thrust the small tin towards the creature. “Have a Lemon Drop!” He beamed cheerfully at the small creature. “You’ll feel better!”
Kreacher, looking disgusted, shook his head and ran out of the room, muttering darkly to himself about Merlin-only-knew-what.
Harry frowned, then shrugged and skipped off to find his Potions Master.
***
Harry skipped into the library, popping a Lemon Drop into his mouth as he did so. “Oh Professor Sevvie!” Harry said cheerfully. “Have a Lemon Drop!”
Severus growled and snatched the tin from Harry, throwing it into the fireplace. “You can NOT have Lemon Drops!” He snarled nastily. “They don’t help and you can’t have them!”
Harry’s mouth fell open, then he burst into tears and ran from the room, shrieking balefully, “My Le-Lemon Dr-Drops...m-my ...my L-Lemon Dr-Drops!!”
***
Severus stalked into Sirius Black’s old bedroom, a look of intense disgust on his face. His ward was curled up on the king-sized canopy bed, sobbing. Just like he had been for the two days since Severus had burned the damn Lemon Drops. Merlin, I’ve been waiting twenty years to do that! he thought gleefully.
He sighed silently and stormed angrily over to the bed. If he let the brunette starve, Albus would be disappointed. “Get up, Potter,” he snarled. “This pity-party you insist on throwing yourself is absolutely nauseating, even for a Gryffindor.”
Harry wailed louder, sounding disturbingly like a banshee, and Severus winced. “MY LEMON DRO...”
“Shut up!” Snape roared, startling Harry into silence. He sat on the bed, grabbing Harry by the shoulders and shaking the stunned boy. “Don’t you get it? Black is dead, the Lemon Drops do not help and you need to GET OVER IT, Potter! Just get the hell over it!” He shook the boy throughout his tirade.
Harry sat, frozen for a moment, and then began to sob in earnest. His body went limp under Snape’s hands and tears streamed down his pale, gaunt cheeks. Within seconds, Harry was clinging to the nearest possible source of comfort-one Severus Snape.
Severus awkwardly patted the boy’s shoulder then gave up all pretense and did what he’d done whenever Draco had cried as a child. He drew Harry into his arms, stroking his back, and sang softly in French.
Harry sobbed into Snape’s robes, letting out all the pain of losing the only father he’d ever had. Somehow, Severus softly purring the soft, though he understood not one word of it, was comforting to Harry.
After many long minutes, Harry looked up at his teacher. He blinked his still-damp eyes and said brokenly, “It’s all...all m-my...f-fault...”
Severus halted his singing and stated calmly, “No, Potter, it was not your fault. Black disobeyed a direct order from Albus. It had nothing to do with you, and everything to do with his typical Gryffindor thick-headedness.”
Harry frowned, then nodded slowly. “Since you’re always the first person to point the finger at me and blame me, I’ll believe you.”
Severus gazed down into eyes a deeper, more brilliant shade of green than even Avada Kedavra. Eyes now full of acceptance. There was sadness as well, but all the guilt was gone. His gaze slid down to Harry’s lips. Surprisingly, full, sensual lips.
Damnit, this is HARRY POTTER! He berated himself. Don’t think like that!
Harry noticed his teacher’s gaze on his lips and was startled to realize it didn’t really bother him. The man had just comforted him as he cried, after all. He licked his lips and wondered what his Potion’s Master’s mouth would taste like.
Severus followed the movement of Harry’s tongue with his eyes, then growled softly and lowered his head. What the hell, he thought to himself. I’m a mean, snarky, and evil bastard; not to mention an ex-Death Eater. Might as well act like it... His lips touched Harry’s and he wondered how the boy would react.
A/N: (SARAH) W00t! I, FallenAngel, am responsible for the delay in postings. Sorry! The Snape-Harry interaction is totally my department and...here it is! With an evil cliffie and a set up for Snarry. More ASAP but I need to work on my story Revelations, too so no promises on a time frame! Just...as soon as I can get to it. Rate and review or I\'ll lose interest and not write anymore! And I\'m a Slytherin so I make threats. Don\'t like it? Then stop reading mine and my cousin\'s god-damned story! Thanks to everyone who reviewed! We love reading them! Please rate and review for me! 22-04-05 was my bday!--FA
A/N: (LIZZIE) Thanks to Jessica for the defense against the flames ^.^ We\'re thrilled that you like the story so much!! Not too many a/n\'s from me because Sarah wrote it...so yeah! R&R or we\'ll post somewhere else (and telling us we\'re better off if we do, won\'t get us to take it down, though we\'re impressed by your efforts!)
A/N: (Sarah) Hey, thanks antipyro...I\'m writing the next chapter for \"Revelations\" so I\'ll try to get it up and posted by next week! I have lots going on right now, though, so no promises! And to the really long flame...*sticks tongue out* Thanks for the reviews, guys...I love them! – FallenAngel
Severus,
I believe that next time, it might be wise to actually explain to the head mediwitch that you now are Harry’s legal guardian before you storm into his room and place locking charms on it (though I think you’ll be pleased to know that it took almost the entire staff several hours to undo them). And while I agree that St. Mungo’s was not the best place for Harry, maybe he’d be more comfortable and open to speaking to you if he were in his own home. It’s just a suggestion, Severus. I will stop by in a few days time to see how things are coming along.
A.D.
Severus sneered. Just a suggestion, my arse. There’s no such thing as a bloody suggestion when it comes to Albus Dumbledore. Snape grumbled incoherently to himself at the prospect of having to live away from Hafan Dawel. Worse yet, living at Grimmauld Place. With The Boy Who Bloody Lived.
***
Several hours later, Severus Snape was calmly walking through Grimmauld Place. How could anyone have lived here? It’s so...substandard...
Harry entered the sitting room to see Kreacher hunched over an object he clutched tightly to his chest while walking out of the room. “Hi there, Kreacher!” Harry greeted jubilantly. The petulant house elf jumped a mile in the air. “Oh! Did I scare you? Here!” Harry thrust the small tin towards the creature. “Have a Lemon Drop!” He beamed cheerfully at the small creature. “You’ll feel better!”
Kreacher, looking disgusted, shook his head and ran out of the room, muttering darkly to himself about Merlin-only-knew-what.
Harry frowned, then shrugged and skipped off to find his Potions Master.
***
Harry skipped into the library, popping a Lemon Drop into his mouth as he did so. “Oh Professor Sevvie!” Harry said cheerfully. “Have a Lemon Drop!”
Severus growled and snatched the tin from Harry, throwing it into the fireplace. “You can NOT have Lemon Drops!” He snarled nastily. “They don’t help and you can’t have them!”
Harry’s mouth fell open, then he burst into tears and ran from the room, shrieking balefully, “My Le-Lemon Dr-Drops...m-my ...my L-Lemon Dr-Drops!!”
***
Severus stalked into Sirius Black’s old bedroom, a look of intense disgust on his face. His ward was curled up on the king-sized canopy bed, sobbing. Just like he had been for the two days since Severus had burned the damn Lemon Drops. Merlin, I’ve been waiting twenty years to do that! he thought gleefully.
He sighed silently and stormed angrily over to the bed. If he let the brunette starve, Albus would be disappointed. “Get up, Potter,” he snarled. “This pity-party you insist on throwing yourself is absolutely nauseating, even for a Gryffindor.”
Harry wailed louder, sounding disturbingly like a banshee, and Severus winced. “MY LEMON DRO...”
“Shut up!” Snape roared, startling Harry into silence. He sat on the bed, grabbing Harry by the shoulders and shaking the stunned boy. “Don’t you get it? Black is dead, the Lemon Drops do not help and you need to GET OVER IT, Potter! Just get the hell over it!” He shook the boy throughout his tirade.
Harry sat, frozen for a moment, and then began to sob in earnest. His body went limp under Snape’s hands and tears streamed down his pale, gaunt cheeks. Within seconds, Harry was clinging to the nearest possible source of comfort-one Severus Snape.
Severus awkwardly patted the boy’s shoulder then gave up all pretense and did what he’d done whenever Draco had cried as a child. He drew Harry into his arms, stroking his back, and sang softly in French.
Harry sobbed into Snape’s robes, letting out all the pain of losing the only father he’d ever had. Somehow, Severus softly purring the soft, though he understood not one word of it, was comforting to Harry.
After many long minutes, Harry looked up at his teacher. He blinked his still-damp eyes and said brokenly, “It’s all...all m-my...f-fault...”
Severus halted his singing and stated calmly, “No, Potter, it was not your fault. Black disobeyed a direct order from Albus. It had nothing to do with you, and everything to do with his typical Gryffindor thick-headedness.”
Harry frowned, then nodded slowly. “Since you’re always the first person to point the finger at me and blame me, I’ll believe you.”
Severus gazed down into eyes a deeper, more brilliant shade of green than even Avada Kedavra. Eyes now full of acceptance. There was sadness as well, but all the guilt was gone. His gaze slid down to Harry’s lips. Surprisingly, full, sensual lips.
Damnit, this is HARRY POTTER! He berated himself. Don’t think like that!
Harry noticed his teacher’s gaze on his lips and was startled to realize it didn’t really bother him. The man had just comforted him as he cried, after all. He licked his lips and wondered what his Potion’s Master’s mouth would taste like.
Severus followed the movement of Harry’s tongue with his eyes, then growled softly and lowered his head. What the hell, he thought to himself. I’m a mean, snarky, and evil bastard; not to mention an ex-Death Eater. Might as well act like it... His lips touched Harry’s and he wondered how the boy would react.
A/N: (SARAH) W00t! I, FallenAngel, am responsible for the delay in postings. Sorry! The Snape-Harry interaction is totally my department and...here it is! With an evil cliffie and a set up for Snarry. More ASAP but I need to work on my story Revelations, too so no promises on a time frame! Just...as soon as I can get to it. Rate and review or I\'ll lose interest and not write anymore! And I\'m a Slytherin so I make threats. Don\'t like it? Then stop reading mine and my cousin\'s god-damned story! Thanks to everyone who reviewed! We love reading them! Please rate and review for me! 22-04-05 was my bday!--FA
A/N: (LIZZIE) Thanks to Jessica for the defense against the flames ^.^ We\'re thrilled that you like the story so much!! Not too many a/n\'s from me because Sarah wrote it...so yeah! R&R or we\'ll post somewhere else (and telling us we\'re better off if we do, won\'t get us to take it down, though we\'re impressed by your efforts!)
A/N: (Sarah) Hey, thanks antipyro...I\'m writing the next chapter for \"Revelations\" so I\'ll try to get it up and posted by next week! I have lots going on right now, though, so no promises! And to the really long flame...*sticks tongue out* Thanks for the reviews, guys...I love them! – FallenAngel