Eppy
Title:  You Don't Own Me
Author:  Eppy
E-mail:  LizzyPaul@aol.com

Rating:  PG13
Pairing:  Harry/Snape
Spoilers:  Everything through OotP
Summary:
"Don't tell me what to do
And don't tell me what to say
And when I go out with you
Don't put me on display"

Disclaimer:  Harry Potter, etc., belong to J.K. Rowling and associated
publishers.  They're not mine, no matter how much I dream. 

*~*~*

Harry never thought he'd end up as a trophy wife.  As Severus dragged him to
yet another ministry function, his arm tight around his shoulders, Harry
reflected on the circumstances.  He watched in a detached sort of way as Severus
smirked at the incredulous onlookers.  The incredulous weren't so numerous as
they'd once been; most were now used to the spectacle and watched as they would
a particularly bad accident.  Harry rolled his eyes at this juvenile display
but allowed himself to be led to a table.  One in the middle of the room.  In
perfect view of everyone.  Of course. 

Harry sat down.  "What, not going to hold my chair for me?"  He sighed in
mock annoyance.  

"Brat," Severus said.

"You know, if you want to flip everyone off it'd be more convenient--for me
especially, I might add--to just get up on the platform and do it.  You can
reach everyone that way, too, instead of the ones who happen to see us."  If
only, everyone and their pet frog had seen them, Severus made sure of that.  "You
could throw in a nice 'fuck you' and accomplish all your goals for the
evening."

"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about," Severus said,
straightening in his chair, and Harry smiled at the involuntary fidget.  One point for him.

"Oh, of course, I'm sorry, I've forgotten how much you *love* these types of
events.  Obviously, it has nothing to do with me.  How many did you go to
before we were together?  One?  Two on the outside?"      

"You are the most *infuriating*--" he stopped abruptly when he saw the boy
coming to their table. 

"'lo, Harry," he said with a nervous glance towards Severus.

"'lo, Geoffrey," Harry responded easily, leaning back in his chair.  He
resisted the impulse to prop his feet up on the table, his current relaxed position
would irk Severus enough.  "How are you doing?"

"Good."  Geoffrey was very obviously *not* looking at Severus.  "I'm staying
with mum as dad's off in Germany.  He didn't want me tagging along this time. 
It'd interrupt school." 

"Is your mother here?"  Harry could barely suppress his laugh when he looked
over at Severus, who was all but twitching.  He *hated* these types of
conversations; the small talk grated on him even as Harry was fueled by it.

"No," Geoffrey said, relaxing a bit.  "I came with...uh..." an involuntary
glance to the side. 

"That adorable blond?"  Harry asked.  Geoffrey's flush was answer enough.  "I
don't think I've met her.  Do you want to bring her over to our table?"  He
couldn't restrain the smile when Severus made a low cough. 

"Uh, no," he said, a bit nervously.  "No, that's fine, thank you.  Um...but
if you wanted to come over to ours, I'm sure she would be thrilled."  'Without
Severus' was implied, but everyone heard it, regardless. 

"In a minute," Harry promised.

"Well, uh, bye then," Geoffrey said, and quickly walked away.  Harry admired
his swaying hips, then turned back to a glaring Severus.

When Geoffrey was out of earshot, Severus hissed, "You were...were...watching
him." 

"Of course I was, we were having a conversation, nitwit.  It'd be rude to not
acknowledge him." 

"You know what I mean.  You found him *attractive*." 

Harry rolled his eyes.  "Well, yeah."

"You're disgusting," Severus sneered.  "He's the emotional equivalent of your
nephew.  And he's underage." 

"My nephew," Harry said, trying for nonchalant but blushing a bit anyway. 
"No, not really.  *Ron's* children would be the closest thing to nephews and
nieces I have--well, and godchildren, of course--but the extended Weasley clan
are more like my cousins.  Which would make Geoff my second cousin.  And that's
legal!"  He finished brightly.

"He's underage.  And he's your student."  There was a sort of wild agitation
building in Severus's eyes. 

"Oh, we all know how horrible teacher-student relationships end up," Harry's
voice was dripping with sarcasm.  At Severus's sharp breath, he decided to
back off.  No use provoking a large-scale fight in the middle of a group.  "But
you're right, he's a few months shy of legal.  And he's not my type." 

"Your...type?" 

"Hmm.  I tend to go for the older, irritating ones."

Severus's vexation seemed to be dissipating.  "Do you." 

"Yes.  I'm going to go talk to Geoff and his new girl now.  You're welcome to
join me." 

His nostrils flared.  "I don't want you talking to that boy." 

Harry stood anyway.  He leaned down until their faces were nearly touching. 
"You don't own me, Severus Snape."  Then he planted a bright kiss on his nose.
 "I'll be back soon," he tossed over his shoulder. 

Let him seethe. 

Geoff and his girlfriend were sitting with some of their friends.  The girl
was charming, a fourth year name Meghan who he hadn't had in class so far.  He
sat and was surprised by the fun, if stiff, conversation.  After a while, he
noticed their growing restlessness and excused himself.  He needed to find
Severus, anyway. 
    
He wasn't anywhere in the hall.  Maybe he'd stepped outside for some air? 
Harry looked and found him sitting on a bench in the garden.  He sneaked up and
wrapped arms around Severus's neck, smiling when he jumped. 

"Point for me," he whispered in Severus's ear.  Severus quickly swiveled
around and Harry tumbled into his lap.  Severus gave a large 'oof'. 

"Do I have to continually remind you that you're not sixteen anymore, Harry?"

"Heh.  I'm scrawny.  You're just getting old." 

"Mmm." 

"I don't mind," Harry said, brushing the strand of gray hair.  "There's a lot
to be said for maturity.  And, you know, I'm attracted to older men."  He
leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek.  He tailed his lips up to
Severus's ear and nipped it.  "I'm going to fuck you into the mattress," he breathed,
and kissed him hard. 

Severus disentangled himself from Harry.  "Brat.  You will do no such thing. 
I won." 

"Oh, please.  I scored at least an eight.  You have, what, three on me?" 

"Eight?  *Eight*?  How much wine did you consume this evening?  You couldn't
have more than four.  I count six for you." 

"One: you fidgeted at the beginning of dinner.  Two through six: my
conversation with Geoff--"

"You are imagining things--"

Harry continued as if there wasn't an interruption.  "Seven:  you jumped when
I put my arms around you.  Eight:  you groaned when I settled on your lap." 

"You have too high an opinion of yourself.  I most certainly didn't do
*anything* while you were talking to that...that...*boy*, no matter how much I
wanted to." 

"Oh, Severus," Harry sighed, and kissed the hollow of his throat.  "What
violent passions did you restrain?" 

"I wanted to curse him into the ground," Severus said frankly.  "You should
have seen the way he was looking at you, girlfriend or no."

"I did see.  As I said, though, not my type.  And Ron would kill me, if
Charlie didn't get to me first."  Harry smiled, and kissed him again.  "You're cute
when you get jealous."

"I was *not* jealous..." 

Harry silenced him with a kiss.  "Yes, you were."  He leaned in close so he
could whisper.  "Admit it and I'll let you have tonight," and he wiggled
suggestively. 

"I was jealous," Severus said quickly, and they apparated back to the house.


*END*