Word Count: 3 x 100
Challenge: Written for snarry100 prompt 393: Weekend Plans.
Disclamer: Don't own the characters. No profit is being made from this story.
Summary: You can have some plans, but when there is Potter in your life everything is worthless because... well... Potter is Potter.
“Severus, here you are, thank Merlin!“ Minerva McGonagall cried out when she reached his office in the dungeons. “What are your weekend plans?”
The man blinked and frowned at her. “I need to prepare some potions for the hospital wing, Lupin asked me for his usual dose of Wolfsbane potion, and you...”
“All right, I understand you are busy man, my dear, but I need your help. Urgently!” She pleaded at him with her old eyes, eyes which he had started to connect with the eyes of his stepmother...
Snape sighed and then looked at her directly. “What is it this time?”
One day Severus will kill Potter, rightly, by his wand. And the present Hogwarts´ Headmistress as well. Both of them gave him this crazy child and left him alone for the whole afternoon. The whole afternoon!
Severus raged; he was as angry as never before in his life.
How dare they?!
He wouldn´t mind looking after small, calm Al or reasonable Lily... but James? Really? This hyperactive, annoyingly smiling, constantly prattling child?
For Salazar´s sake, Potter had to be mad and Minerva senile.
Snape sat in his favourite chair and numbly watched as that boy started to damage his rooms...
“Thank you, Sev,” Harry whispered later that night after their quite quick but passionate lovemaking.
The older man turned over and took his lover in his arms. “You owe me,” he declared clearly.
The younger wizard smiled. “Yes, I know, but Jamie was talking about you constantly...”
“Don´t talk about anyone else in my bed, Potter, I warn you, and definitely not about that scary creature of yours!”
Harry rolled his eyes. “You love them, all three, I know that you do.”
Severus growled like a dangerous wolfhound but his grip was steady.
Harry was wrong... He loved all four of them...