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“Potter, what are you doing?”
“What?”
Severus shifted his eyes up at the raven-haired man. “Take that down immediately.”
Harry had not-so-inconspicuously placed a small cluster of mistletoe above Severus’ office door.
“Why?”
“Do you know how many people frequent my office? Faculty and students?”
Harry considered a moment. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?” he smirked. “Come and help me then. I can’t quite reach it.”
Severus rolled his eyes. “Are you a wizard or not?”
“I don’t have my wand at the moment.”
As Severus reached for his own, Harry got there first. “Oh, no, you don’t.”
“Potter! Enough of this foolishness!” How simple his life had been before Harry Potter. Though far less interesting, he had to give him that.
Harry gave him a mischievous smirk. “Help me out here. It will only take a moment.”
Severus massaged his temples as he glared at the man. “Ugh, fine.” Severus pushed back his chair, stomping toward the door. As he had expected, Harry grabbed his wrist before he could lift it above his shoulders.
“It would be a shame for it to go to waste.” Harry looked up at him, emerald eyes sparkling. The power he held over Severus with just one look.
“Potter, I—”
“Come now, Sev.”
“Professor Potter, then,” he teased.
Harry laughed, wrapping his arms around Severus’ slight waist. “You really are impossible; you know that?”
Severus let out a soft sigh. “Against all sense and reason—impossibly in love.”
Harry smiled brightly, then quirked up an eyebrow. “So, who’s the bloke?”
Severus’ hissed, trying to break free from Harry’s embrace, but the man held firm.
“I’m teasing. I’m sure Professor Binns would be flattered.”
“And I’m the one that’s impossible?” spat Severus, yanking a tough of Harry’s unruly hair.
“Ah! That hurt!” said Harry, rubbing his head.
Severus slid a single finger along Harry’s jaw before lifting his chin. “Merely a taste of what awaits you if you behave.”
“Never been my strong suit, now has it?” smirked Harry, pulling Severus closer. He slid a hand up the nape of Severus’ neck, lacing his fingers into his long hair. Severus shivered. “I love you, Sev.”
Severus kissed him, not the passionate collision of tongues and teeth, but sweet and gentle. Harry’s fingers grasped Severus’ hair as he deepened this kiss. The Potions master pulled back. Disappointment flickered in Harry’s eyes.
“I love you too.” He kissed Harry’s nose as he grabbed the mistletoe. “I think I have a better place for this,” he smiled. “Class starts in twelve minutes; you mustn’t be late.”
Harry let out an exasperated groan. “I can keep track of my own schedule, thank you very much.”
Severus gave him a knowing look.
“So I’m a bit lax in the structure department. Better to be the cool Professor than the most despised of the entire staff.”
“That hurts, Potter. It’s taken years for me to earn such an honour. Now get.” He tapped Harry on the ass as he pushed him past the threshold.
“I’ll see you later then, yeah?” asked Harry.
“Always.”