Title: Shagging Like Rabbits (short piece)
Snape/Harry slash, humour, metafic
A/N: This is my first and probably only attempt at humour, I don't think it's my forte somewhow :-)
The author tried once again to get to sleep, but Snape and Harry were having none of it. "You can't write this," protested Snape in his most vicious snarl. "It's nothing but sex! Plot, woman, where's the plot? We can't spend every story shagging like rabbits!"
"Oh, I don't know, Sev," added Harry. "I quite like it when we shag like rabbits."
"You would! And anyway, that's a misnomer, shagging like rabbits. Rabbits are not any more energetic than the next animal, it's just their litters are large and so people always make that joke because rabbits have so many offspring."
"Ooh, and you're clever too," sighed Harry. "There's nothing wrong with the story."
"Nothing wrong? Nothing wrong?" Snape snatched the offending piece of parchment out of the author's hand and perused it at length. "That postion isn't even remotely possible! I'd do my back in!"
"Oh, let me see," insisted Harry and tried to grab the parchment but Snape held it above his head. Harry jumped up and down, trying to get it, but didn't succeed. "Can't you make me just a bit taller in your stories?" he asked the author. "It's no fun being short."
"I don't know, Potter. I quite like you short," said Snape.
"You do?" Harry's eyes gleamed in the moonlight.
"Yes, you're much easier to carry for example." With that, Snape scooped Harry up in his arms and carried him over to the bed. The author's bed, with the author and her husband in it.
"Do you mind?" she asked.
"No, I don't mind at all," drawled Snape. He desisted from kissing Harry's neck for a moment and scowled at the author. "Shouldn't you be taking notes?"
The author sighed and threw up her hands in despair. She had to give them what they wanted.
Another story where Snape and Harry shagged like rabbits.