she was in heat and ovulating more often than usual

It's snarry_ldws time again! Only four drabbles left, so reading and voting and being awesome will take but an instant. :D

Title: Walk of Shame
Prompts: Non-magic AU, "way to go, Harry!"
Summary: Last night was good (incredible), but it's over now.
Rating/Warnings: R
Word Count: 300
Notes: This was non-magic AU week, so I took the opportunity to turn Hogwarts into the Enterprise and Harry and Snape into Chekov and McCoy and write blatant gift!fic for _beetle_ for being AWESOME and GLORIOUS. But then this whole scene might just be plagiarized from one of her actual ST fics so I dunno how much of a gift it is...*shoves fic at teh beetle and runs away*

( last week's drabble )

Have you voted yet?

It's that time again! I'd be much obliged if you wended your way over to snarry_ldws and cast your vote - there are only 6 drabbles this week, and they're all yummy non-magic AUs, so it should be a piece of cake. YOU HAVE NO EXCUSE NOT TO.

Title: After the Fall
Prompts: Angst, "cunning"
Summary: Harry wakes up in a bad mood and burns the porridge on purpose.
Rating/Warnings: PG, angst
Word Count: 300
Notes: Got a bit experimental with the stylistic stuff this time. *vbg* Big props to [Bad username: beetle_comma_the] for all the beta/cheerleading!
( angsty is my favorite mood for this ship )

psssst, go vote now, or else I might not make it through this round AND THEN THERE WOULD BE NO MORE SNARRY DRABBLES HERE, BOO HOO. [angst! angst! angst!]

Title: Lines
Author: la_dissonance
Summary: With Harry he was distant, removed, always demanding more of Harry and keeping one step ahead of Harry's efforts to satisfy him.
Rating/Warnings: PG, possibly young chan (or possibly not any chan at all, depending on how you want to read it).
Word Count: 299
Notes: AU in which Harry is randomly in Slytherin. Thanks to L for the insta-beta of awesome!

Snape's hand was cold on Harry's wrist, as cold as the dungeon classroom he ushered Harry into. Harry didn't shiver as he slid into the seat nearest the Professor's desk; he had grown accustomed to coldness of all kinds in the years since his Sorting.

Snape didn't speak as he swooped to his desk, only waved his wand at the blackboard to make Harry's assignment appear. Lines tonight. Hardly a punishment, but the infraction had been a minor one, barely enough to merit a warning.

But that was to be expected. Snape was harder on Harry than he was on the other Slytherins: less indulgent and more demanding. He didn't dote on any of his students, not hardly, but with Harry he was distant, removed, always demanding more of Harry and keeping one step ahead of Harry's efforts to satisfy him. Harry wanted to satisfy him, earn his approval just once, get a little closer and then a little closer until he was right inside Snape's impenetrable defences, as close as he could get.

Harry was long past been naïve enough to remain ignorant of the signs of his own desire. It would have been hard, especially when he spent every waking moment scrutinizing Snape for signs of the same, cultivating it with the graceful curve of his bared neck and the way he sucked on the end of his quill.

Tonight, Harry wasn't writing lines. I know you'll say this can't be true, but you have to believe me. I'm always thinking about you – the sound of your voice, the shape of your hands, I want to know, want you . . .

Harry glanced up through his eyelashes and caught the professor's stony gaze lingering on him. He kept writing.

This coldness, this distance, it wouldn't last for long.

So yeah I forgot to post this last week and so an extra one is attaching itself to this posting, blah blah blah. (Am I the only one who thinks about Bob Loblaw, the inept attourney to the Bluth family, every time I say/think/wirte that phrase? BOB LOBLAW. That was his fucking name. Frsrs.)

And because a) I am obnoxious and b) the lust to win at any and all costs burns through my veins like a hot river of crackling magma, I'm posting this link both before and after the cut: go read and vote!

Title: On a Silver Platter
Summary: There is NOTHING in canon that says for absolute sure that this didn't happen. Just try and find it, I dare you.
Rating/Warnings: R, dubcon, student/teacher, pervy-old-man-Snape
Word Count: 297
Prompts: Occlumency lessons, "Time waits for no man"
Notes: Due to a scheduling conflict me being a lazy arse, the one over at snarry_ldws is the un-beta'd version; this here is the officially beta'd, polished version. The use of the word "chasmal" is entirely _beetle_'s fault; she didn't tell me to put it in there but she said all these delightful things and then it was absolutely the perfect adjective and I couldn't help myself. Exciting times in the annals of obscure vocabulary!
( nothing ridiculous, but do heed the warnings )

Title: Tenacity
Summary: Severus cannot, will not, believe any of this is happening.
Rating/Warnings: PG-13, if only for a brief dalliance with the F word
Word Count: 300
Prompts: Humo(u)r, "madness"
Notes: Alas, 'tis only pre-slash. ;_; And as usual my beta is the bestest beta of all time ever, not even just out of the Hufflepuff betas. Even when I don't like the drabble myself! gax
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Picspam and suchlike from the slash retreat shall be posted tomorrow! It turns out I have a 10am shift at work tomorrow ick ick bleh. And I pour significant time and effort into my img tags, yo. Adding all these border attributes and shit... :P