The prompt and original drabble posts for this drabblethon were lost to my back-up snafu. These drabbles were written on the occasion of my 400th friending.
58. For queenrissa, whose prompt was "Harry/!VampireSeverus, red rose, lips, death (not necessarily Harry or Severus)."
Dark Creature (PG-13; Snarry; 100 words)
Harry believed that Death had met him as a pair of sneering lips pulling away from curse-sharpened teeth to tear at his throat. Snape's lips. Snape's teeth. Blood blooming like a red rose from his throat and He'd laughed at, mocked, the rumors.
Snape, a vampire? Snape, a vampire!
He struggled, but that just made the thing holding him grasp him more savagely, and then the room spun until he was lying over a hard surface feeling the cold air against his arse, and then . . . .
When he came to, a bruise was all he found, an emptiness, all he felt.
59. For queenrissa, whose prompt was "Harry/Severus, verituserium and red."
Playing with the Truth (NC-17; Snarry; 100 words)
Administering the Veritaserum, to which he had added another, special, ingredient, had been an easier task than he'd imagined. And now that he had the boy, Severus meant to play. He began with a simple question.
"You don't like me, do you?"
"I hate you, Snape!" Harry exclaimed, with far more affect than the Potions master was expecting.
"Good," he replied, removing his captive's clothing with a spell before slowly stripping in Harry's face—which had gone red with embarrassment. "I like honesty in fucking. It makes it far more pleasurable."
"Now, tell me that you want my cock."
60. For elewyiss, whose prompt was "Snape/Harry: laundry, dishes, cock."
A New Profession (NC-17; implied Snarry; 150 words)
Severus, deeply satisfied, had been busily planning his Defense Against the Dark Arts curriculum, so he was livid when Albus summoned him and gave him the news of Harry Potter's "defection."
"What do you mean, Potter's left? The term hasn't even begun!"
"Harry has decided that he no longer wishes to be a part of the magical world. He's converted his galleons into pounds and taken a London flat. I need you to persuade him to return."
It was a simple matter to find the brat. Without house elves to look after him, the stench of his laundry would have been enough. Severus easily bypassed Potter's wards and stepped into a lounge filled with filthy dishes, stopping short when he spied how the little coward currently elected to spend his time.
"Fond of your cock, are you, boy?" he sneered, as Harry came all over himself and yelped in surprise.