Author: tir-synni

Title: Lovely Distractions

Rating: G – PG – R – NC-17

Summary: 8. Snape's got a funny feeling whenever Harry's around. Is it indigestion?

      Heartburn? Appendicitis? Snape's never been in love before and realizing

      what's going on with him is simply... unacceptable. Or is it? (Kira)

Disclaimer All characters, rights, money, etc. in the Harry Potter Universe belong to JKR, Warner

Bros, and several others whom just aren't me.

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Beta: My beautiful sister, Stef.

Part of the From Dusk Till Dawn Harry Potter/Severus Snape Fuh-Q-Fest Wave III at:

http://www.kardasi.com/HPSS/storyindex.htm

     Lovely Distractions

G

     Sometimes, he would look into those emerald eyes, usually burning with rage at him, and feel

odd. It wasn't the same oddness as when Voldemort summoned him. That felt like someone had

hexed him from behind. He would sense someone there, but not expect the pain. No, this was

different. Lighter. Seeing that smooth face, ablaze after another insult. . . . It was distracting him. He

could not deal with distractions.

     "Twenty points from Gryffindor, Potter!" Snape barked. "For . . . adding the leaves too soon."

     "Did you hear that creep?" he heard Weasley hissing. "He was *looking* for an excuse!"

     Snape ignored him.

PG

     The anger was gone from those emerald eyes, but the heat remained. More and more often, he

would glance over at the seventh year, and those eyes would impale him. That idiot child. He always

distracted him.

     He looked away, watching the other cauldrons. His stomach fluttered oddly. He frowned. He

supposed he would have to stop drinking that new tea. It was upsetting his stomach badly.

     "Ten points from Gryffindor!" he snarled. "Keep your eyes on your own work, Potter!"

     "Bastard!" Weasley snarled. "That lousy–"

     Snape ignored the rant. All he noticed was Potter's eyes, never wavering from him.

PG-13

     Now the brat was distracting him out of class. The boy always seemed to be in the halls when

he left his dungeons. Casually, Potter would saunter past him. His fingers brushed Snape's robes. His

shoulder touched Snape's biceps. He could almost feel his breath warming his cheek. Snape's

stomach clenched. He felt hot. Was he feverish now? Dammit, maybe he would have to speak with

Pomfrey. Ridding himself of the tea hadn't helped.

     He glared at Potter, who only smiled back. Potter was probably planning his next prank. He

would have to check on it. . . .

     After he visited Pomfrey.

NC-17

     Snape moaned as Potter expertly fondled him. Damn brat! He couldn't even glare at Potter's

insufferably smug look. He shuddered as Potter's free hand cupped his balls.

     "Feeling better?" Potter asked solicitously. The twinkle in his eyes increased at Snape's

choked snarl.

     Snape scowled before the heat of Potter's mouth on him distracted him once again. Damn him

anyway, with his sparkling eyes and quick tongue and for the love of Merlin *don't stop!!*

     Potter seemed to laugh around him. Snape howled.

     Perhaps Potter distracting him wasn't so bad. Even if the strange feeling in his stomach *did*

get worse.

Argh! I was trying to write a long fic, but I never was going to get it done in time. So instead I'm

submitting this (and probably another two drabbles) and saving the long fic for the next wave.

(sweatdrop)