Title: Mutually Assured Passion.
Pairing(s): Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Challenge: Written for snarry_100 ( IJ, LJ, DW ) prompt challenges # 614: Bliss, #615:Passion.
Disclaimer: Don't own these characters. No money is being made out of this work.
Summary: “So there I was, patrolling the dungeons at night, minding my own business, when an exhausted Snape exits his lab and casts Finite on his head.”
A/N: I want to dedicate this particular work to my dear friend Teryarel, since today is her birthday, and I'm hoping this drabble will make her smile. Happy birthday, Teryarel! May your day, and year, be merry. :D
Mutually Assured Passion.
“So there I was, patrolling the dungeons at night, minding my own business, when an exhausted Snape exits his lab and casts Finite on his head.”
Ron goggles. “Was he wearing a glamour? Is he bald?”
“Neither. Potioneers’ standard head-shield, apparently. He’s got gorgeous shampoo hair.”
“Snape’s got shampoo hair.”
“Like the poncy bloke with the funny face on the Sleekeazy’s bottle?”
Harry laughs. “That’s not a funny face, Ron. It’s a smolder. It’s supposed to be sexy.”
“Does he know?”
“Snape. Does he know you’ve got— hair-passion?”
“It’s not hair-passion, Ron. It's Snape-passion.”
“Tell him, then. He’s over by the bar. Buy him a pint or something.”
“Because he thinks I’m a moron, Ron.”
“Snape thinks everyone is a moron.”
“You could make the funny face at him.”
“The smolder? No way. He’ll hex me.”
“Why? Having Snape-passion isn’t a crime, Harry.”
“Snape hates me. He’ll be disgusted that I want to paw his gorgeous hair and live with him in mushy, romantic bliss happily-ever-after.”
“Because you shouted the happily-ever-after bit and now he’s looking over with— Yep. That’s definitely Harry-passion.”