alisanne

Title: Confession
Author: alisanne
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Severus Snape/Harry Potter.
Word Count: 720
Warnings: None.
Summary: Confession's good for more than just the soul.
A/N: Written for adventdrabbles/adventdrabbles' prompt # 8: North Pole. This is part 8 of my How Harry Claimed Severus series (LJ/IJ/DW).
Beta(s): None, poke me if you spot anything.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.


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Confession

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“Be very sure.” Severus’ eyes narrow as if he’s staring into Harry’s soul, and perhaps he is. “I’m a possessive man. If this is just to be a one-off, you should tell me now.”

“Do I seem the sort to have one-off’s?” Harry asks, his fingers playing with the short hairs at the nape of Snape’s neck. “I’m practically middle aged, and have three children.”

“Many so called ‘family men’ go out to clubs seeking companionship for one night, or even an hour.” Severus smoothes his thumb over Harry’s bottom lip. “There’s no shame in that, I just need to know what your intentions are.”

Harry exhales. “Before I ran into you a couple of days ago, I had no intentions of looking for any sort of companionship. I figured my job was to make sure I raised my kids into decent wizards.”

“So what changed?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Harry smiles. “I’ve always had a bit of a thing for you, as Ron recently reminded me. In fact, I was more than half in love with the Half-Blood Prince.”

Severus smirks. “Hm. If I’d known that’s all it took I would have given you my book earlier.”

Harry blinks. “Earlier?” A slow smile spreads across his face. “Wait, how much earlier are we talking?”

Clearing his throat, Severus drops his eyes. “I…There were no inappropriate thoughts while you were too young, I assure you.”

“Uh huh.” Harry hums. “Except, I got your book when I was sixteen, and last I checked, that’s considered too young. Any earlier than that and—”

Drawing back, Severus avoids Harry’s eyes. “I’ve said too much. I just want you to know I would never have done anything—”

“Oh, I know,” says Harry, linking his arms around Severus’ neck to prevent him from moving too far away. “I was just teasing.” He licks his lips. “And if I’m honest, I had my own inappropriate thoughts about you over the years.”

Severus’ eyes snap back up to search Harry’s. “As the Prince or before?”

Harry shrugs. “Mainly as the Prince. Before that you were—”

“Too mean?”

“Too far out of my league.” Harry coughs when Severus’ eyebrow goes up. “Okay, and maybe a bit too mean. Although I must say, there’s always been something about the swirl of your robes.”

There’s a pause, then Severus laughs. “My robes?”

“Yes. The way they used to billow behind you as you stalked away was pretty sexy.” Harry grins. “Not that I was about to admit that to myself when I was an adolescent.”

“Sexy, hm?” Severus’ smirk is back. “Is there anything else you need to confess this evening? A penchant for my boots perhaps? Or my trousers?”

Harry snorts. “No. Although there was something about those teaching robes you used to wear. You know, the ones with the millions of buttons. Those buttons were hot.”

“My…buttons?” Severus looks startled.

“Surely you knew?” A delighted giggle escapes Harry. “Merlin, you mean you didn’t know? I thought you were doing it deliberately!”

“Don’t know what?” Severus frowns.

Harry shakes his head. “Just about every girl in school, and a few of the boys, had fantasies about what was under those buttons.”

“You’re joking.” Severus scans Harry’s face. “Salazar! You’re not.”

“Nope.” Harry places his hand over Severus’ chest above his heart. “I swear, I more than once heard girls talking about how sexy those bloody buttons were.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Maybe. I get it, though.” Harry begins to drag Severus back towards him. “It’s the urge to search and discover,” he whispers as their lips almost meet. “To unwrap. It’s like receiving a gift.”

Severus kisses him, gathering him close to practically plunder his mouth. When he raises his head to allow them both to breathe, they’re both panting. “I’m unsure if I should believe you or not.”

“Believe me.” Harry stares into Severus eyes, the intense expression there making him shiver.

“Are you cold?” Severus asks immediately. “The rooms here can get almost arctic.”

“I’m okay.” Harry grins. “As long as we keep kissing, we could be at the North Pole and I probably wouldn’t notice.”

Humming, Severus raises his hand, and a blanket sails into it. He pulls it over them. “Then by all means,” he murmurs, lowering his head again, “more kissing it is.”

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Continued in Morning After (LJ/IJ/DW).