Title: SS <3 HP
Challenge: 231: Mask
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N Harry’s a student, 7th year. Happyfic.
SS <3 HP
In class, Snape’s glare rarely leaves Potter’s clumsy fingers.
“He’s a bloody arse,” Ron says, later, at dinner. Harry nods.
In the hallways, Snape’s voice curses him for being arrogant, stupid, late to class.
Hermione hurries beside him. Harry keeps his head down.
Everyone knows that if it weren’t for Dumbledore, Snape would’ve killed Harry years ago.
But only Harry knows the light of Severus’s eyes in bedroom semidarkness, the way his velvet voice murmurs where no one else can hear, and Harry’s never felt more alive than when fingernails scrape across vast back, Severus’s cock filling him to exploding.