Gryffindors
Gryffindors
As Harry opened the door, there was a loud boom and he cringed, looking at the door that led to the Potions classroom. He could hear muffled shouting and noises he assumed was crying and even a few screams. He sighed as he sat in the chair behind the large desk, already envisioning the moods of all involved in the next twenty-four hours. He propped his feet up on the desk and waited.
He didn’t have to wait long. The door to the office was flung open minutes later and Harry was proud of himself for not jumping at the force with which it hit the stone wall. He winced in sympathy as he took in the burnt robes that Severus was already in the process of ripping off his body.
“You are in my seat.”
Harry huffed a quiet laugh, but pushed himself out of the chair and walked over to the man. He helped remove the final layer of destroyed fabric before leaning up and catching the frowning lips in a firm kiss. Despite Severus’ foul mood, he responded quickly and Harry smiled into the kiss when he felt some of the man’s tension leave his body. He pulled back and looked up into the dark, weary eyes.
“Who’s in the negative for points?” Harry asked, taking Severus’ hand and pulling him to the third door in the room.
“Who do you think?” Severus sniped.
Harry laughed. “Poor Gryffindors.”
“There is one Gryffindor that can rectify the situation.”
Harry pushed Severus onto the sofa and willingly allowed himself to be pulled into the man’s lap, knees on either side of the black clad thighs. He just leaned in again and initiated an even deeper kiss, infinitely proud of himself for removing all traces of tension from the Potions Master beneath him and being the only one in the world that could.
Fin