Red and Silver
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lesyeuxvertsTitle: Red and Silver
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: 600
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Severus/Harry
Prompt: splash
Warnings: no DH spoilers
Disclaimer: Not mine.
AN: Written for the lovely![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
alisanne
The fountain was dyed magenta, the water splashing in bloody, bubbly arcs into the basin. The water sparkled with faint gold bubbles – the color of champagne, the colours of Gryffindor. Severus drew his wand and paced around the perimeter of the fountain, looking for the culprit.
His footsteps echoed on the flagstones, the sun beating on his bare neck and the silence of the gardens cloaking him.
Potter's voice echoed in the Great Hall, a florid speech that resonated against Hogwarts' old stones. Raucous applause, the clink of champagne glasses – Severus whirled at the sound of a footstep.
"Professor Snape," Potter said. "You should be in there."
"The word 'should' holds little meaning for me now."
Potter came closer, close enough for Severus to feel his heat through the summer air. The rose garden bloomed around them, heady with fragrance and rich with color. A bee buzzed near Severus's ear, and he brushed it away.
"You deserve their accolades," Potter said.
"Polysyllabic words," Severus said, taking a step away from him. "Did you discover a dictionary on your Horcrux hunt, or was Miss Granger finally a good influence on you?"
Potter pressed two fingers to Severus's lips. "Don't," he said. "I know you don't mean it."
The water splashed between them, staining Potter's pearl-gray robes. Potter gasped and groped for his wand, patting the stain into his clothing.
He was gape-mouthed, full lips stretched in a round circle, and the dye splashed great uneven blots on his robes, mirroring the red-and-silver pattern of a goldfish. Potter swore, and a nervous titter sounded from the bushes to their left.
Severus tightened his grip on his wand and made his way for the bushes. "Mr. Weasley," he said. "I might have known that you'd return to Hogwarts with more pranks in store."
Fred, the Weasley twin with two freckles on his left earlobe, grinned at Severus. "You know me well, sir."
He held his wand at the ready, his fingers curled around it with casual ease. He was a poised fighter, a warrior grown – there was no way to assign him detention, no way to deduct points or penalize him for the mockery he'd made of Hogwarts property. Severus ground his teeth together.
Potter reached over and put a hand on his elbow. "Professor, don't ... it's just a celebration, there's no harm in it."
"I'll just leave the two of you alone together now," Fred said, slipping into the bushes. The thorns parted for him, flexible and blunt for him. He was hidden from view, weaving his way into the rose maze, and as he laughed, the flutter of the rose petals in his wake disappeared.
Potter turned to Severus. His green eyes sparkled with power, his wand still warm and sizzling with the curse that killed the Dark Lord.
The Great Hall echoed behind them, the deft tones of the string quartet and the thunder of a thousand heels following in the rhythm of a dance. Severus looked past Potter, to the swirl of silks and the lilt of laughter, the celebration unearned and underappreciated.
Potter had fought for them, for their dance and their insipid freedom – the petty speeches and the bubbly champagne, the sweep of robes across the marble floor and the click of high heels, all of the revelry that he disdained.
Silver sparks shot out of Potter's wand, the colours of Slytherin swirling around him as he leaned closer to Severus. He was a dark silhouette, beautiful against the Gryffindor-coloured fountain.
"There's no harm in it," he repeated, and he silenced Severus's objections with a kiss.
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: 600
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Severus/Harry
Prompt: splash
Warnings: no DH spoilers
Disclaimer: Not mine.
AN: Written for the lovely
alisanneThe fountain was dyed magenta, the water splashing in bloody, bubbly arcs into the basin. The water sparkled with faint gold bubbles – the color of champagne, the colours of Gryffindor. Severus drew his wand and paced around the perimeter of the fountain, looking for the culprit.
His footsteps echoed on the flagstones, the sun beating on his bare neck and the silence of the gardens cloaking him.
Potter's voice echoed in the Great Hall, a florid speech that resonated against Hogwarts' old stones. Raucous applause, the clink of champagne glasses – Severus whirled at the sound of a footstep.
"Professor Snape," Potter said. "You should be in there."
"The word 'should' holds little meaning for me now."
Potter came closer, close enough for Severus to feel his heat through the summer air. The rose garden bloomed around them, heady with fragrance and rich with color. A bee buzzed near Severus's ear, and he brushed it away.
"You deserve their accolades," Potter said.
"Polysyllabic words," Severus said, taking a step away from him. "Did you discover a dictionary on your Horcrux hunt, or was Miss Granger finally a good influence on you?"
Potter pressed two fingers to Severus's lips. "Don't," he said. "I know you don't mean it."
The water splashed between them, staining Potter's pearl-gray robes. Potter gasped and groped for his wand, patting the stain into his clothing.
He was gape-mouthed, full lips stretched in a round circle, and the dye splashed great uneven blots on his robes, mirroring the red-and-silver pattern of a goldfish. Potter swore, and a nervous titter sounded from the bushes to their left.
Severus tightened his grip on his wand and made his way for the bushes. "Mr. Weasley," he said. "I might have known that you'd return to Hogwarts with more pranks in store."
Fred, the Weasley twin with two freckles on his left earlobe, grinned at Severus. "You know me well, sir."
He held his wand at the ready, his fingers curled around it with casual ease. He was a poised fighter, a warrior grown – there was no way to assign him detention, no way to deduct points or penalize him for the mockery he'd made of Hogwarts property. Severus ground his teeth together.
Potter reached over and put a hand on his elbow. "Professor, don't ... it's just a celebration, there's no harm in it."
"I'll just leave the two of you alone together now," Fred said, slipping into the bushes. The thorns parted for him, flexible and blunt for him. He was hidden from view, weaving his way into the rose maze, and as he laughed, the flutter of the rose petals in his wake disappeared.
Potter turned to Severus. His green eyes sparkled with power, his wand still warm and sizzling with the curse that killed the Dark Lord.
The Great Hall echoed behind them, the deft tones of the string quartet and the thunder of a thousand heels following in the rhythm of a dance. Severus looked past Potter, to the swirl of silks and the lilt of laughter, the celebration unearned and underappreciated.
Potter had fought for them, for their dance and their insipid freedom – the petty speeches and the bubbly champagne, the sweep of robes across the marble floor and the click of high heels, all of the revelry that he disdained.
Silver sparks shot out of Potter's wand, the colours of Slytherin swirling around him as he leaned closer to Severus. He was a dark silhouette, beautiful against the Gryffindor-coloured fountain.
"There's no harm in it," he repeated, and he silenced Severus's objections with a kiss.
