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Kimberly ([info]calanor) wrote,
@ 2009-03-25 23:36:00
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Current mood: creative
Current music:Weather Channel

Drabble:: Mine, Complete
Title:: Mine
Author:: [info]calanor
Pairings::Harry/Severus
Rating:: None..
Word count:: 197
Warning(s):: None..
Summary:: Severus and Harry are having their portrait painted
A/N:: inspired by Julie's art of Harry and Severus. It wouldn't leave me alone.. You can find the art here

Mine



Severus glared at the painter again, when he complained about His Harry's hair and facial hair. Yes, it looked a right mess. But Harry Potter with clean cut tamed hair?

Not that it would happen anytime soon.

Severus loved running his fingers through the short messy locks. The feel of those whiskers against his bare chest at night.

"The hair is too messy I tell you. And the whiskers make you look like a ruffian, Lord Potter. Let the stylist fix it," the man whined again.

"Master Goodwyn, you came highly recommended to us by Lord Malfoy," Harry began in a low dangerous purr, "when they sat for their own wedding portrait. Did you complain and whine this much to them?! Or is it just me?"

Severus glanced at his lover and drew him against his side. His hand sliding inside the leather coat he wore.

This man is mine.

As I am his.

Mine to protect.

Mine to love.

Just as he is.

Sending a deathly glare of his own at the painter, he smiled inwardly when the man visibly quailed, picked up his brush, and motioned them to sit, as he turned to his canvas.

~finis... but is it? Never..


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