Playing With Fire (Snape x Harry - PG-13)
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themostepotenteTitle: Playing With Fire
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themostepotente
Word Count: 200 words
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Warnings: humour, snark, romance
Disclaimer: Not my sandbox, I just like to play in it.
Summary: In which the element of fire binds Snape and Harry.
Author's Notes: This is forcordelia_v and gaycrow. I owe them something much longer, but for the moment I offer them something quick and somewhat-dirty. Enjoy ladies ♥
Playing With Fire
Snape had been a student of elemental magics. Fire was not his forte, but his campfire was, nonetheless, perfect.
Oddly enough, so was Potter's food preparation. Snape had been right to encourage the boy's burgeoning skill. It hadn't mattered that the idiot had burnt the recipe parchment (along with his hand) and was planning to improvise. Potter was as blessed as someone in the throes of Felix Felicis.
The precise pinch of this ingredient. The exact dash of that ingredient. Just right on the outside. Tender on the inside.
Snape looked up from his book, peering down The Nose at Potter with something akin to fondness. They were in the middle of nowhere, deep in the woods. Alone. Ravenous.
The flames rose and fell with Potter's skill. Hunger gnawed at their bellies. That was, until Potter tripped on a hidden root and dumped their meals, the clumsy oaf. Luckily for Potter, there were other fires to be tempered.
Saving his place, Snape set his book down with a lascivious grin. He took Harry roughly in his arms, creating another perfect fire.
Man may have created fire, but boy sure knew how to play with it.
End
Author:
themostepotenteWord Count: 200 words
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Warnings: humour, snark, romance
Disclaimer: Not my sandbox, I just like to play in it.
Summary: In which the element of fire binds Snape and Harry.
Author's Notes: This is for
cordelia_v and gaycrow. I owe them something much longer, but for the moment I offer them something quick and somewhat-dirty. Enjoy ladies ♥Snape had been a student of elemental magics. Fire was not his forte, but his campfire was, nonetheless, perfect.
Oddly enough, so was Potter's food preparation. Snape had been right to encourage the boy's burgeoning skill. It hadn't mattered that the idiot had burnt the recipe parchment (along with his hand) and was planning to improvise. Potter was as blessed as someone in the throes of Felix Felicis.
The precise pinch of this ingredient. The exact dash of that ingredient. Just right on the outside. Tender on the inside.
Snape looked up from his book, peering down The Nose at Potter with something akin to fondness. They were in the middle of nowhere, deep in the woods. Alone. Ravenous.
The flames rose and fell with Potter's skill. Hunger gnawed at their bellies. That was, until Potter tripped on a hidden root and dumped their meals, the clumsy oaf. Luckily for Potter, there were other fires to be tempered.
Saving his place, Snape set his book down with a lascivious grin. He took Harry roughly in his arms, creating another perfect fire.
Man may have created fire, but boy sure knew how to play with it.
End
