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littleblackbowTitle: Not Your Mother's Eyes
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Pairing: Snape/Harry
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: This is just a little drabble that wouldn't get out of my head. The idea of Harry constantly hearing that he has his mother's eyes and othewise looks just like his father... God, that would bug the hell out of me.
"Please, I can't."
The look on Snape's face was telling. He was in absolute agony over this strange situation. For a moment, he looked as if he would be willing to give in and allow Harry to be a part of his life. Then as soon as that door seemed to open a crack, he slammed it shut again.
"Give me one good reason," Harry said, grasping both of Severus' arms. He stared directly up into the dark pools of his eyes and felt Snape relax a little.
Slowly, Snape pulled his arms out of Harry's grasp and brought them up to the sides of his face. "I just..." his voice cracked as he spoke, "... you have your mother's eyes." Snape's voice trailed off into a light whisper. The room around them was too quiet, and even his whisper echoed as if he'd screamed that observation.
"No, you're wrong," Harry said with a determined look on his face. "They're my eyes. And this isn't my father's face, it's my face. And this isn't anyone's body but my own."
Harry took a step backward, never breaking his gaze with Severus even as the other man's arms fell to his side. "It's all mine. It's mine to do with as I please. And if I should choose to give it all away to someone, then that's my choice."
As he stood there, trembling, Harry carefully noted Snape's reaction.
"I don't deserve--"
"NO! You don't understand. This isn't about deserving or about a reward for one thing or another. This isn't a prize or a payment or an award. This is me." Harry patted his chest. "I'm giving a gift. It's a present. It isn't something you can just decide if you deserve it or not. If you want it, and if you're willing to accept it, then... it's yours."
It took Severus a moment to collect his thoughts and process this information. He wasn't used to receiving gifts. As far as he was concerned, if a gift was involved, it would require some other type of re-payment later. There was no such thing as "free" in his world.
"Stop thinking for a second and answer me, Snape! Do you want me?"
It took Snape too long to answer. He paused for a moment to think of how to phrase the answer to such a direct question. "I want..."
Before he could finish, he found himself with an armful of Harry Potter. "I know you want."
Petting back Harry's hair, Severus ducked his head into the young man's shoulder. "Please. Make me take this."
There was no answer, just a slightly tighter squeeze around Snape's chest and a soft kiss to the side of his neck.
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littleblackbowPairing: Snape/Harry
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: This is just a little drabble that wouldn't get out of my head. The idea of Harry constantly hearing that he has his mother's eyes and othewise looks just like his father... God, that would bug the hell out of me.
"Please, I can't."
The look on Snape's face was telling. He was in absolute agony over this strange situation. For a moment, he looked as if he would be willing to give in and allow Harry to be a part of his life. Then as soon as that door seemed to open a crack, he slammed it shut again.
"Give me one good reason," Harry said, grasping both of Severus' arms. He stared directly up into the dark pools of his eyes and felt Snape relax a little.
Slowly, Snape pulled his arms out of Harry's grasp and brought them up to the sides of his face. "I just..." his voice cracked as he spoke, "... you have your mother's eyes." Snape's voice trailed off into a light whisper. The room around them was too quiet, and even his whisper echoed as if he'd screamed that observation.
"No, you're wrong," Harry said with a determined look on his face. "They're my eyes. And this isn't my father's face, it's my face. And this isn't anyone's body but my own."
Harry took a step backward, never breaking his gaze with Severus even as the other man's arms fell to his side. "It's all mine. It's mine to do with as I please. And if I should choose to give it all away to someone, then that's my choice."
As he stood there, trembling, Harry carefully noted Snape's reaction.
"I don't deserve--"
"NO! You don't understand. This isn't about deserving or about a reward for one thing or another. This isn't a prize or a payment or an award. This is me." Harry patted his chest. "I'm giving a gift. It's a present. It isn't something you can just decide if you deserve it or not. If you want it, and if you're willing to accept it, then... it's yours."
It took Severus a moment to collect his thoughts and process this information. He wasn't used to receiving gifts. As far as he was concerned, if a gift was involved, it would require some other type of re-payment later. There was no such thing as "free" in his world.
"Stop thinking for a second and answer me, Snape! Do you want me?"
It took Snape too long to answer. He paused for a moment to think of how to phrase the answer to such a direct question. "I want..."
Before he could finish, he found himself with an armful of Harry Potter. "I know you want."
Petting back Harry's hair, Severus ducked his head into the young man's shoulder. "Please. Make me take this."
There was no answer, just a slightly tighter squeeze around Snape's chest and a soft kiss to the side of his neck.
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Date: 2009-04-12 07:41 pm (UTC)Poor guy. He's so used to being trampled or used.