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phineasjonesproductivity. it's a funny word, really. like all other words, when you say it enough times, it begins to lose its meaning.
more voyeur fic. for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fuschia. this isn't exactly snape slash... and it exceeds 100 words. but hope it works for you.
watching
The time to do the proper thing in this situation had long since expired. He was stuck here now. Idiotic boys. Who would wander into the potions dungeons, for this purpose, and not check that the room was completely empty? Perhaps they had assumed that if Professor Snape had indeed been in the supply closet, he would have stormed out and chastised them as soon as he heard them. Yes, that would have been the proper thing to do.
They certainly made enough noise, glued together at the face, crashing into chairs as they made their clumsy way toward his desk. His desk! His desk was now covered by Malfoy’s bare back. His quill was being crushed by Potter’s knee. But there was nothing for it now. Nothing without admitting he’d been in here for a good seven minutes, silent and watching.
There were limits, however. There were things he most certainly would not do. His cheeks would remain pale. No blood could color skin this shade of white. His hands would remain outside his robes. And the door would remain as it had been – only open the smallest crack.
It was enough to see Potter holding Malfoy down. He wouldn’t have guessed Malfoy would be so acquiescent. Or Potter so domineering. But that shouldn’t surprise him. It doesn’t surprise him. Nor does the smug grin on Potter’s face when Malfoy shouts. The grin is disturbingly familiar. Snape breathes a barely audible sigh of relief when Malfoy reaches for Potter’s face and pulls off his glasses. He looks so much less like his father without them. Slowly, silently, Snape closes the door.
more voyeur fic. for
fuschia. this isn't exactly snape slash... and it exceeds 100 words. but hope it works for you. watching
The time to do the proper thing in this situation had long since expired. He was stuck here now. Idiotic boys. Who would wander into the potions dungeons, for this purpose, and not check that the room was completely empty? Perhaps they had assumed that if Professor Snape had indeed been in the supply closet, he would have stormed out and chastised them as soon as he heard them. Yes, that would have been the proper thing to do.
They certainly made enough noise, glued together at the face, crashing into chairs as they made their clumsy way toward his desk. His desk! His desk was now covered by Malfoy’s bare back. His quill was being crushed by Potter’s knee. But there was nothing for it now. Nothing without admitting he’d been in here for a good seven minutes, silent and watching.
There were limits, however. There were things he most certainly would not do. His cheeks would remain pale. No blood could color skin this shade of white. His hands would remain outside his robes. And the door would remain as it had been – only open the smallest crack.
It was enough to see Potter holding Malfoy down. He wouldn’t have guessed Malfoy would be so acquiescent. Or Potter so domineering. But that shouldn’t surprise him. It doesn’t surprise him. Nor does the smug grin on Potter’s face when Malfoy shouts. The grin is disturbingly familiar. Snape breathes a barely audible sigh of relief when Malfoy reaches for Potter’s face and pulls off his glasses. He looks so much less like his father without them. Slowly, silently, Snape closes the door.
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Date: 2002-12-04 12:43 pm (UTC)wheeeee! dominant!harry.
i just can't stop with the drabbling today!
::hugs::