First Published on 16
October 2005
Edited on 16 October 2005
Fic Title: Sketchbook
Author: Firesword
Summary: Drabble. Harry, Severus,
and sketches.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and its
characters belong to JK Rowling and so on.
Rating: Green Flame
Warnings: HP/SS. OOC. Purr Fluff.
Bunny arose because of pic. Set in the world of 'Unpredictable Life'?
SKETCHBOOK
by Firesword
In the Great Hall, a lot of
students were busy doing their assignments as the Library and most
study corners in the castle were undergoing some renovation. Harry,
too, was busy doing his Potions assignment, but as he had been working
on that for the past hour, he was soon getting restless.
Harry muttered a soft curse
and pushed his parchment away, before thrusting his hand into his bag
and taking out his sketchbook.
"What are you doing?" Ron
muttered. "Aren't you going to be in trouble if..." His friend leaned
closer and whispered into his ear. "What if he comes here and he sees
you not working?"
"I need a bloody break," Harry
answered moodily.
"What is up with you? You've
been acting strange since morning!"
Emerald eyes flickered over to
his right, and Harry smiled, a little ruefully. "You honestly don't
want to know." At his reply, Ron started to swear quite explosively and
Harry laughed softly.
The bracelet Severus had given
him gleamed softly under the light that penetrated the tall windows of
the Great Hall. Harry smiled fondly as he looked at it, and then shook
his head slightly before opening his sketchbook. He turned to the page
he had last worked at, and continued to work on the small sketch of
Severus sleeping. He knew that Ron had noticed him, but thankfully, his
friend was not too curious about what he was drawing.
"Trust Bill to get you
addicted to something," Ron mumbled softly.
Harry sniggered and touched up
on the shadows on the Potions Master's side.
All around the picture, there
were small, scribbled words of quotes, and all were the words Severus
had said to him. His personal favorite was: 'I have plans...' Harry had even
drawn a small face resembling his lover, and Severus had this little,
sexy smirk on his lips. He was so preoccupied with what he was doing he
had not noticed Severus' presence.
Suddenly, a shadow had fallen
over him and his sketchbook was pulled out of his grasp.
:Start working on your assignment,:
Severus instructed him crisply.
:All right.: Harry gulped and
hastily reached out for his abandoned assignment. His eyes stared
blankly at the words written on the paper as a blush slowly crept up to
his face. Beside him, Ron had hid his face behind his textbook.
:Hmmmm. You did pay attention. How
remarkable it is that you actually remembered what I had said to you,:
Severus whispered silkily inside his mind.
:Sev...: Harry felt his face
getting hotter.
:I wonder if you can use your ability to
remember what I have taught you ... academically,: Severus
continued on blithely.
:All
right, all right, Sev. I get the picture.:
:You
should stop drawing -- no, you should start charming these sketchbooks
of yours, love.: Harry heard the mental sigh. :Can you imagine how
scandalous it would be if this falls into the hands of Draco?:
:Like he's going to do anything!:
Harry retorted. :He respects you too
much!:
:I can
only hope, but will he remain respectful if he notices the huge bump
under the blanket? Not to mention the legs that are sticking out of it
... and those can't possibly be mine.:
Yes, they're not. Harry groaned.
:Now, get
my assignment ready. I'll look over it later. And love...:
Harry shyly looked to his left
and took back his sketchbook. However, Severus did not release it.
Although he did not want to, he looked up at Severus through his
eyelashes.
Oh hell. His stomach tightened as
his eyes stared at Severus' slightly, curved lips.
:I do have plans for this evening.:
The sexy smirk grew sexier.
The emerald-eyed wizard was
still blushing furiously after Severus had left. Harry quickly covered
his face in his hands and ignored the sounds that Ron was making beside
him.
"What did I tell you?"
"All right, Ron. Don't keep
reminding me," Harry muttered.
"But you never listen! Did you
want him to catch you sketching every time?" Ron asked suspiciously.
"Well, no..."
"Right."
"Seriously."
"Right."