More Drabbles: Time Passages
Wow, two drabble postings from me in as many days.
This is the drabble series I wrote for the third wave of the Dawn to Dusk Snarry fest. Some really good stuff came out of this wave. You can find the rest of the third wave drabbles and fics here. (You'll need to join ladykardasi's mailing list to get the password information for that page.)
Enjoy!
Title: Time Passages
Author: GMTH
Rating: NC-17, R, PG, G
Pairing: SS/HP
Disclaimer: Everything you recognize from the Harry Potter series belongs to JK Rowling, Warner Bros., Scholastic and whoever else lays claim to it. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit is being made from this attempt at creativity.
Feedback: Yes, please. Lots. Kudos and con crit equally welcome. gmarasco@hotmail.com
Archive: The Dusk till Dawn Severus Snape/Harry Potter Fuh-Q-Fest, and my website (http://gmth.slashcity.net/) when the fest is over, and then whoever else wants it. Just let me know where it ends up, please.
Summary: Things change as time goes by.
Notes: With Kira's kind permission, I have reversed the ratings order of the drabbles. Thanks to nimori and maeglinyedi for looking these over for me before posting.
TIME PASSAGES
NC-17
Three months before Potter left Hogwarts, Snape fucked him for the first time.
Potter's body opened reluctantly to accept him and he ravaged it with fierce strokes, one ear cocked for the moment Potter's moans changed timbre from pain to pleasure. But when the change came, it was not in the form of words, but in the barely perceptible relaxation of Potter's muscles, the softening of his handsome face into an expression of almost innocent wonder, and the metamorphosis was unsettling.
By the time Potter arched and came into his own hand, Snape knew everything else had changed, as well.
****
R
The night before Harry left Hogwarts, Severus made love to him one last time.
Their movements were slow and luxurious, punctuated with long anticipatory pauses that left them both breathless. Severus's climax was sharp and bittersweet; when he fell to the bed beside Harry, his bones were melting and his heart ached.
"I'll write you," Harry said.
*Please,* Severus thought.
"Don't," Severus said.
Harry frowned. "Why not?"
*Don't forget me.* "Forget me, Potter. Go live your life. I have nothing more to give you."
"I don't care. I love you."
Severus looked away until Harry gathered his things and left.
***
PG
Six months after Harry left Hogwarts, he found a letter to Severus he had started but never finished. The parchment was smeared and dark with lines crossing out the words he'd wished he could say but didn't dare.
The letter was old now, and it made him smile to read it. Snape had been right; he had nothing to offer that Harry had not found in the beds of any one of his many lovers since then. He'd been foolish to imagine it had been anything more.
He crumpled the letter into a ball and tossed it into the hearth.
***
G
Every morning when the post owls arrived, Severus looked up with a guarded sense of hope. Perhaps today would bring the long expected, long overdue letter. And every morning, the birds swooped low over the staff table, bringing him an avalanche of magazines, howlers and mountains of other unwanted correspondence, but the writing on the envelopes never matched the tiny, neatly looped script he so longed to see.
The mornings piled one upon the next, and the tiny spark of hope he'd nurtured for so long began to die.
One year after Harry left Hogwarts, Severus finally stopped looking up.
***
This is the drabble series I wrote for the third wave of the Dawn to Dusk Snarry fest. Some really good stuff came out of this wave. You can find the rest of the third wave drabbles and fics here. (You'll need to join ladykardasi's mailing list to get the password information for that page.)
Enjoy!
Title: Time Passages
Author: GMTH
Rating: NC-17, R, PG, G
Pairing: SS/HP
Disclaimer: Everything you recognize from the Harry Potter series belongs to JK Rowling, Warner Bros., Scholastic and whoever else lays claim to it. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit is being made from this attempt at creativity.
Feedback: Yes, please. Lots. Kudos and con crit equally welcome. gmarasco@hotmail.com
Archive: The Dusk till Dawn Severus Snape/Harry Potter Fuh-Q-Fest, and my website (http://gmth.slashcity.net/) when the fest is over, and then whoever else wants it. Just let me know where it ends up, please.
Summary: Things change as time goes by.
Notes: With Kira's kind permission, I have reversed the ratings order of the drabbles. Thanks to nimori and maeglinyedi for looking these over for me before posting.
TIME PASSAGES
NC-17
Three months before Potter left Hogwarts, Snape fucked him for the first time.
Potter's body opened reluctantly to accept him and he ravaged it with fierce strokes, one ear cocked for the moment Potter's moans changed timbre from pain to pleasure. But when the change came, it was not in the form of words, but in the barely perceptible relaxation of Potter's muscles, the softening of his handsome face into an expression of almost innocent wonder, and the metamorphosis was unsettling.
By the time Potter arched and came into his own hand, Snape knew everything else had changed, as well.
****
R
The night before Harry left Hogwarts, Severus made love to him one last time.
Their movements were slow and luxurious, punctuated with long anticipatory pauses that left them both breathless. Severus's climax was sharp and bittersweet; when he fell to the bed beside Harry, his bones were melting and his heart ached.
"I'll write you," Harry said.
*Please,* Severus thought.
"Don't," Severus said.
Harry frowned. "Why not?"
*Don't forget me.* "Forget me, Potter. Go live your life. I have nothing more to give you."
"I don't care. I love you."
Severus looked away until Harry gathered his things and left.
***
PG
Six months after Harry left Hogwarts, he found a letter to Severus he had started but never finished. The parchment was smeared and dark with lines crossing out the words he'd wished he could say but didn't dare.
The letter was old now, and it made him smile to read it. Snape had been right; he had nothing to offer that Harry had not found in the beds of any one of his many lovers since then. He'd been foolish to imagine it had been anything more.
He crumpled the letter into a ball and tossed it into the hearth.
***
G
Every morning when the post owls arrived, Severus looked up with a guarded sense of hope. Perhaps today would bring the long expected, long overdue letter. And every morning, the birds swooped low over the staff table, bringing him an avalanche of magazines, howlers and mountains of other unwanted correspondence, but the writing on the envelopes never matched the tiny, neatly looped script he so longed to see.
The mornings piled one upon the next, and the tiny spark of hope he'd nurtured for so long began to die.
One year after Harry left Hogwarts, Severus finally stopped looking up.
***