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bleedingangel84Title: Torment
Author:bleedingangel84
Beta: None
Pairing: Harry/Severus
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Sexual suggestion
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
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hogwarts365 Prompt 233- Image/quote prompt, History, Yellow
Notes: I watched Sense and Sensibility last night, and I could just hear Alan Rickman’s voice in my head reading that Neruda quote. That’s where this fic came from. I hope readers enjoy it.
Summary: Severus and Harry still torment each other.
“Where does the rainbow end? In your soul or on the horizon?”
“That’s just beautiful. I could listen to you read to me forever, Severus.”
“I’m old enough to be your father, Potter.”
“I’m not Potter, Severus. I’m Harry. We’ve been over this before. I realise that you and my father had a history, but it has no bearing on what happens between us unless we let it. I’m more than who my parents were.”
“Well, you’re certainly more intelligent than your father was.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“If you must.”
“Yes, I must.”
“Very well then”
A lazy silence fell between the pair as they sat wrapped in the fading yellow light of the summer sun. Harry broke the silence hesitantly, afraid to disturb the calm that enveloped him in Severus’ presence.
“Severus?”
“Yes, Harry?”
“Will you please stay? I’d rather not be alone tonight.”
“I shall stay if you wish me to.”
“I wish you would, but you don’t have to if you’d rather go.”
“I—wish to stay, Harry.”
“It makes me happy to hear you say so.”
“We’ve come a long way, you and I.”
“Would you be to upset if I said that I hope this journey never ends?”
“No, I would not. But such sentimentality should only be expressed by Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors.”
“Says the man who was just reading me Pablo Neruda in a public park.”
“Poetry is different. That’s culture.”
“It’s still romantic. And your voice is so…gods, I could drown in it.”
“That is physically impossible.”
“God, I swear, you could talk me to orgasm if you wanted.”
“Is that what you want, Harry?”
Harry merely let out a small squeak, nodding emphatically.
“Later perhaps, when we are alone. The things I wish to say to you are not for anyone else’s ears to hear.”
“All these years after school and you still delight in torturing me, don’t you?”
“Some things just don’t change, Harry. Are you complaining?”
“Not at all.”
“If only you’d been so compliant in classes.”
“If I’d known what a body you were hiding underneath your robes, I might’ve been.”
“You cheeky little thing. You deserve a spanking.”
“Promises, promises.”
Author:
bleedingangel84 Beta: None
Pairing: Harry/Severus
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Sexual suggestion
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Written for:
hogwarts365 Prompt 233- Image/quote prompt, History, YellowNotes: I watched Sense and Sensibility last night, and I could just hear Alan Rickman’s voice in my head reading that Neruda quote. That’s where this fic came from. I hope readers enjoy it.
Summary: Severus and Harry still torment each other.
“Where does the rainbow end? In your soul or on the horizon?”
“That’s just beautiful. I could listen to you read to me forever, Severus.”
“I’m old enough to be your father, Potter.”
“I’m not Potter, Severus. I’m Harry. We’ve been over this before. I realise that you and my father had a history, but it has no bearing on what happens between us unless we let it. I’m more than who my parents were.”
“Well, you’re certainly more intelligent than your father was.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“If you must.”
“Yes, I must.”
“Very well then”
A lazy silence fell between the pair as they sat wrapped in the fading yellow light of the summer sun. Harry broke the silence hesitantly, afraid to disturb the calm that enveloped him in Severus’ presence.
“Severus?”
“Yes, Harry?”
“Will you please stay? I’d rather not be alone tonight.”
“I shall stay if you wish me to.”
“I wish you would, but you don’t have to if you’d rather go.”
“I—wish to stay, Harry.”
“It makes me happy to hear you say so.”
“We’ve come a long way, you and I.”
“Would you be to upset if I said that I hope this journey never ends?”
“No, I would not. But such sentimentality should only be expressed by Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors.”
“Says the man who was just reading me Pablo Neruda in a public park.”
“Poetry is different. That’s culture.”
“It’s still romantic. And your voice is so…gods, I could drown in it.”
“That is physically impossible.”
“God, I swear, you could talk me to orgasm if you wanted.”
“Is that what you want, Harry?”
Harry merely let out a small squeak, nodding emphatically.
“Later perhaps, when we are alone. The things I wish to say to you are not for anyone else’s ears to hear.”
“All these years after school and you still delight in torturing me, don’t you?”
“Some things just don’t change, Harry. Are you complaining?”
“Not at all.”
“If only you’d been so compliant in classes.”
“If I’d known what a body you were hiding underneath your robes, I might’ve been.”
“You cheeky little thing. You deserve a spanking.”
“Promises, promises.”