Pickled Potions Master

Disclaimer: Not mine. Don\'t sue.

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Professor Severus Snape groaned as he opened his eyes blurrily. Slowly, he brought his hand up to his forehead and closed his eyes once more. ‘What happened?’.

It was then that the man lately known as “Stone-Cold-Snape” jumped out of bed hurriedly, as if stabbed in the bum with a needle. A look of horror washed over his face as he looked down into his previously thought unoccupied bed.

There, laying peacefully in all his glory was the Golden Boy himself.

Frantically, he searched his mind, looking for some form of reality that would make sense out of this bombastic situation. What did he remember of the night before? He closed his eyes tightly and held his temples.

There had been a battle. His eyes snapped open. Voldemort was gone. Potter had done it. And then it all came flooding back. He, Potter, and the Weasley twins had all gone out to celebrate at a muggle pub in London. He had been drinking… but not enough to have a hang-over. He had only had one glass of fire whiskey before everything went blank.

He didn’t have much more time to think further, because the man in his bed began to stir slightly. He held hi breath as he watched the emerald eyes flutter open softly. After a moment, the soft face of Harry Potter smiled and sat up gingerly.

“Hello.” He said saucily. The golden, toned muscles of the raven haired boy’s became more defined as he stretched silkily. “Why don’t you come back to bed?”

Severus jerked from his thoughts quickly and shook his head. “What are you doing in my bed Potter?” he asked darkly.

A look of slight hurt crossed Potter’s face. “You mean you don’t remember?”

“There’s nothing to remember.” He barked. “I’ve woken up with a man I had absolutely no intention of seeing in this position, in my bed, and a splitting headache.”

The smaller man covered himself up uncomfortably with the white sheet from the feather bed. “Well if that’s how you feel…” he muttered.

“Of course that’s how I feel! I have never, in my right mind done anything, said anything, or even thought anything to lead you to believe that.... that… this,” here he gestured between himself and Potter, “was even… comprehendible!” He stopped mid-rant as the boy sighed and splayed his arms out, as if making himself comfortable. “Get out of my bed!”

“Alright. Alright.” Groaned Potter, as he pulled himself out of the large bed. “Barmy old coot.” He mumbled quietly. “No manners at all for his guests… not even a good morning.”

The potions master blushed bright red as the Boy-Who-Lived stepped out of bed and into view. He looked away quickly, missing the look of smug satisfaction gracing the features of the naked man before him.

He turned around silently and pretended to be searching for something as he heard Potter bustling around for his clothes. Once dressed, Potter walked up behind the older man and wrapped his arms around his waist.

Severus jumped and whirled around, startled. Potter smirked. “Don’t you want to know what happened last night?” he asked playfully.

“No.” he answered firmly. “Now if you don’t mind, I’d appreciate it if you left.”

Once again, Potter sighed and turned away making his way to the door. He made his way half way through it before he was stopped by the voice of his old professor.

“What did happen?”

He turned around with a grin. “Nothing.” He stated simply.

“Nothing?” asked Severus in confusion.

“Nope. The twins and I drugged your drink and set this all up. This is for all of those years of Hell in Potions.”

The boy was about to turn back around when he was stopped once more?”

“You’re absolutely sure?”

“Absotively possilutely.” And with that, Harry Potter was gone, leaving behind a very confused, and slightly disappointed professor.

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Author’s Note: I had fun writing this. It was pretty pointless though. Anyways... hope you all enjoyed!

~WMW~