Week 15
"Potter!"
Snape flung his dripping hair back off his face as his sleeves started to slip past his elbows. The woolen material quickly became drenched and he growled as his forearms started to itch.
"Be still, dammit!"
A heartless giggle was the reply and he flinched as a handful of bubbles struck his face. He felt himself go cross-eyed as he watched the tiny, multicoloured balls drip slowly down his nose.
"Harry James Potter - "
A struggle, a twist. Snape grit his teeth and fumed, he would not lose his quarry.
"POTTER!"
Despite Snape's best intentions, he was too late. Harry jumped out of the bath and eluded the hands uselessly grasping for him. Snape watched in resignation as Harry's shiny, slippery, bubble-covered naked body ran out the door and into the field.
He sighed as he listened to Harry gasping for air through his laughter, daring Snape to catch him.
Snape sighed again, shook his head, pulled his robes up over his knees and ran out the door in an attempt to catch his mischievous prey.
Within minutes he was panting. He hadn't realised how much of an effort it would be pursuing Harry.
