Post by Rachael on Nov 12, 2011 16:42:45 GMT -8
Title: Rendezvous
Rating: PG, because there's french kissing.
Word Count: 299
Warnings: Slash Kiss
Summary: Harry meets someone on the Quidditch Pitch.
Meet me on the Quidditch Pitch at midnight.
That’s what the note said. Harry had no problem figuring out who sent the note. The neat, slanted hand-writing was a giveaway. How the Half-Blood Prince had known was a mystery. Harry stood on the Quidditch Pitch, almost leaping out of his skin when a voice whispered in his ear. “You’ve been cheating.” Harry whirled around, drawing his wand instinctually. There was nothing but shadows. “Tut, tut. One would think a Gryffindor Seeker would have faster reflexes than that. You’ll have to try harder.” Harry spun. Nothing! “Try ag–”
Harry spun before the voice even finished speaking, latching on to a pitch-black robe. “I’m not a Quaffle to be tossed around,” Harry said warningly.
“Indeed,” the shadows answered earnestly. “Instead you’re the Golden Snitch; prized...precious...beautiful.”
Harry’s face flooded with colour. “Who are you?” he whispered.
“Can you think of no one?”
“...Are you a current resident of Hogwarts?”
“Yes.”
“...And you’re not a student.” The shadow chuckled quietly, the sound sending a jolt through Harry’s abdomen. “You’re not Filch...are you...?”
“Thankfully not.”
“You’re not Flitwick...”
“Oh, for Merlin’s sake.” A pair of hands gripped Harry’s arms, tugging him close. A demanding mouth claimed Harry’s lips, eliciting a gasp. A tongue took advantage, exploring vigorously. Harry melted into the shadow’s kiss with a soft moan, returning the kiss fervently. One of the shadow’s hands slid upwards, losing itself in Harry’s messy hair, while the other descended, sliding around Harry’s waist, pressing him closer. “I’d have thought my identity was obvious,” the shadow whispered, withdrawing. “It is a Potions textbook.”
“Professor Snape?!”
“Indeed. I look forward to our next rendezvous, my Golden Snitch.” Gaping like a fish, a weird feeling in his abdomen, Harry felt Snape brush past him, making his escape.
Rating: PG, because there's french kissing.
Word Count: 299
Warnings: Slash Kiss
Summary: Harry meets someone on the Quidditch Pitch.
Meet me on the Quidditch Pitch at midnight.
That’s what the note said. Harry had no problem figuring out who sent the note. The neat, slanted hand-writing was a giveaway. How the Half-Blood Prince had known was a mystery. Harry stood on the Quidditch Pitch, almost leaping out of his skin when a voice whispered in his ear. “You’ve been cheating.” Harry whirled around, drawing his wand instinctually. There was nothing but shadows. “Tut, tut. One would think a Gryffindor Seeker would have faster reflexes than that. You’ll have to try harder.” Harry spun. Nothing! “Try ag–”
Harry spun before the voice even finished speaking, latching on to a pitch-black robe. “I’m not a Quaffle to be tossed around,” Harry said warningly.
“Indeed,” the shadows answered earnestly. “Instead you’re the Golden Snitch; prized...precious...beautiful.”
Harry’s face flooded with colour. “Who are you?” he whispered.
“Can you think of no one?”
“...Are you a current resident of Hogwarts?”
“Yes.”
“...And you’re not a student.” The shadow chuckled quietly, the sound sending a jolt through Harry’s abdomen. “You’re not Filch...are you...?”
“Thankfully not.”
“You’re not Flitwick...”
“Oh, for Merlin’s sake.” A pair of hands gripped Harry’s arms, tugging him close. A demanding mouth claimed Harry’s lips, eliciting a gasp. A tongue took advantage, exploring vigorously. Harry melted into the shadow’s kiss with a soft moan, returning the kiss fervently. One of the shadow’s hands slid upwards, losing itself in Harry’s messy hair, while the other descended, sliding around Harry’s waist, pressing him closer. “I’d have thought my identity was obvious,” the shadow whispered, withdrawing. “It is a Potions textbook.”
“Professor Snape?!”
“Indeed. I look forward to our next rendezvous, my Golden Snitch.” Gaping like a fish, a weird feeling in his abdomen, Harry felt Snape brush past him, making his escape.