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lesyeuxverts) wrote2007-07-30 09:45 pm
lesyeuxverts) wrote2007-07-30 09:45 pm
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All Necessary Means
Title: All Necessary Means
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: (100)(5)
Rating: R
Pairing: Snarry
Warnings: Dub-con. No DH spoilers.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
AN: The first drabble was written for![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
angela_snape - she, along with hambares, brienze, and jadzia7667, expressed an interest in what happened next, and so the sequels are for all of them.
The drifting swirls of dancers, the pop of champagne bottles, the Minister's false smile – Severus stiffens, gripping Harry's arm.
He drags Harry to an alcove, pressing him against the wall. Harry is warm against him.
"Severus –" Harry rubs against him, fingers clenched around his shoulders, lips on his neck.
Severus pinches him, holding him still. "Cardamon," he says. "You've dosed me with Amortentia –"
Harry closes his mouth with a kiss. "It's not like that," he says in Severus's ear. "We need to fool the Minister into pardoning you."
"Potter, if -"
"That's all. I'll release you, I swear."
-----
Potter, with his bewitching, spicy smell – Severus follows him onto the stage, mesmerized by the shine of his boots and the glittering swirl of his silk cloak.
Potter stops, turning to face the blurry crowd. He has the perfect profile – no angle too sharp, no curve too smooth. Severus takes a step back, fighting the pull of the potion.
Potter reaches for him, his hands pale in the bright candlelight. Severus bends to his will, stepping forward and taking his hand.
"Severus Snape has sacrificed more than any man can know," Potter says. "He has all my love and gratitude."
-----
The Ministry ballroom smells of sweat and champagne fizz – overcrowded and empty, a jumble of contradictions.
Out of Potter's shadow, Severus clings to the shadows. There are smiles and dances, silk robes swirling and sharp heels clicking on the marble. There's the flare of smokeless torches and the burn of the whiskey in his throat.
There's nothing like the warmth of Potter's smile.
On the other side of the dance, Potter raises his glass to Severus.
His smile is distorted by the champagne. Severus turns away, pressing his fingers to his lips. He feels the touch of Potter's lips still.
-----
Potter follows Severus into the gardens, catching him under the night-blooming jasmine. He pauses outside the arbor, the moonlight writ in large beams on his face.
The sweep of eyelashes, the crescent curve of his lips – Severus takes a step closer, takes a deep breath.
The breeze is fresh, the jasmine washed away. Potter is still, fingers clenched and feet poised for flight.
He smells of salt-sweat, a faint whisper of cologne without a single hint of cardamon. His skin is dark with stubble, and he rubs the lines from his face. He doesn't look at Severus. "I release you."
-----
The jasmine blossoms were bruised by Potter's passing. The air is empty without him, the moon shrouded and the night cold. Severus breaks off a spring of jasmine.
Potter's face, closed in sleep, is a study in shadows. Severus reaches to him, presses a finger to his cheekbone.
Potter starts awake, grasping Severus's wrist. "What?"
Severus pushes back the sheets, slipping into Potter's bed. "What you have taken from me, I will take from you."
Cool silk, warm skin – he dusts the jasmine over Potter's face, drawing him closer. "What you have won from me, I will win from you."
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: (100)(5)
Rating: R
Pairing: Snarry
Warnings: Dub-con. No DH spoilers.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
AN: The first drabble was written for
angela_snape - she, along with hambares, brienze, and jadzia7667, expressed an interest in what happened next, and so the sequels are for all of them.The drifting swirls of dancers, the pop of champagne bottles, the Minister's false smile – Severus stiffens, gripping Harry's arm.
He drags Harry to an alcove, pressing him against the wall. Harry is warm against him.
"Severus –" Harry rubs against him, fingers clenched around his shoulders, lips on his neck.
Severus pinches him, holding him still. "Cardamon," he says. "You've dosed me with Amortentia –"
Harry closes his mouth with a kiss. "It's not like that," he says in Severus's ear. "We need to fool the Minister into pardoning you."
"Potter, if -"
"That's all. I'll release you, I swear."
-----
Potter, with his bewitching, spicy smell – Severus follows him onto the stage, mesmerized by the shine of his boots and the glittering swirl of his silk cloak.
Potter stops, turning to face the blurry crowd. He has the perfect profile – no angle too sharp, no curve too smooth. Severus takes a step back, fighting the pull of the potion.
Potter reaches for him, his hands pale in the bright candlelight. Severus bends to his will, stepping forward and taking his hand.
"Severus Snape has sacrificed more than any man can know," Potter says. "He has all my love and gratitude."
-----
The Ministry ballroom smells of sweat and champagne fizz – overcrowded and empty, a jumble of contradictions.
Out of Potter's shadow, Severus clings to the shadows. There are smiles and dances, silk robes swirling and sharp heels clicking on the marble. There's the flare of smokeless torches and the burn of the whiskey in his throat.
There's nothing like the warmth of Potter's smile.
On the other side of the dance, Potter raises his glass to Severus.
His smile is distorted by the champagne. Severus turns away, pressing his fingers to his lips. He feels the touch of Potter's lips still.
-----
Potter follows Severus into the gardens, catching him under the night-blooming jasmine. He pauses outside the arbor, the moonlight writ in large beams on his face.
The sweep of eyelashes, the crescent curve of his lips – Severus takes a step closer, takes a deep breath.
The breeze is fresh, the jasmine washed away. Potter is still, fingers clenched and feet poised for flight.
He smells of salt-sweat, a faint whisper of cologne without a single hint of cardamon. His skin is dark with stubble, and he rubs the lines from his face. He doesn't look at Severus. "I release you."
-----
The jasmine blossoms were bruised by Potter's passing. The air is empty without him, the moon shrouded and the night cold. Severus breaks off a spring of jasmine.
Potter's face, closed in sleep, is a study in shadows. Severus reaches to him, presses a finger to his cheekbone.
Potter starts awake, grasping Severus's wrist. "What?"
Severus pushes back the sheets, slipping into Potter's bed. "What you have taken from me, I will take from you."
Cool silk, warm skin – he dusts the jasmine over Potter's face, drawing him closer. "What you have won from me, I will win from you."