Drabble: The Way It Was
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alisanneTitle: The Way It Was
Author:alisanne
Pairing/Characters: Severus Snape/Harry Potter (eventually).
Word Count: 100 x 6
Rating: PG
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snarry100's prompt #568: Strong.
Warning(s): None. This is part three of what I'm calling my Wisdom Series (LJ/IJ/DW).
Beta(s):sevfan and emynn.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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The Way It Was
~
“Here we are,” Harry said, leading Snape into Grimmauld Place. “And sorry if there’s a strong odor of lemon oil, I’ve been cleaning.”
“As odors go,” Snape said, looking around, “it’s relatively inoffensive.”
“Right.” Harry held his breath, waiting for his verdict.
“You’ve renovated,” Snape finally said. “A definite improvement.”
“Thanks.” Harry looked around. He’d stripped the house down to the studs to rebuild, and in doing so, discovered he liked a modern aesthetic. White walls, dark wood floors, clean lined furniture. “I like it.”
“I see why. You’ve…good taste.”
Harry blushed. “Thanks.”
Snape hummed. “Dinner?”
“Right this way.”
~
“Is garlic acceptable?” Harry asked as he gathered ingredients.
“Certainly,” Snape replied. He was leaning against the kitchen counter, watching Harry work, and it felt oddly domestic. “Why?”
“Garlic’s a strong flavor, so I like to check.”
Snape hummed. “So you weren’t referencing my reputation as a vampire?”
Harry rolled his eyes. “That hadn’t even entered my head.”
Snape chuckled. “It’s fine. I know how my former students saw me.”
“And you didn’t do anything to encourage that impression, right?” Harry deadpanned. “What with the snapping, black robes.”
Snape smirked. “I’ve no idea what you mean.”
Harry laughed. “I’m sure.”
~
Snape didn’t say much as they ate, but he did accept seconds, and he cleaned his plate. Harry took it as a strong indicator he’d enjoyed the meal.
“I’ve berries and cream if you’d like pudding,” Harry said once he’d cleared the table.
Snape cleared his throat. “I shouldn’t. I ate too much as it is. You’re…not a bad cook.”
“Thanks.” Harry pursed his lips. “You’re sure? It won’t be heavy. Just some strawberries and raspberries.”
“And cream,” Snape said.
“Right.” Harry grinned. “Or we can have elf wine.”
“Wine?” Snape hummed. “Why didn’t you say so? Lead on.”
~
“Wow,” Harry said after his first sip of elf wine. “That’s strong.”
“Elf wine’s double distilled,” Snape said. “It’s potent.”
Harry set his glass aside. “I should slow down or I’ll be pissed in no time.”
“Have you never sampled it before?” Snape asked.
“Nope.”
“You’ve quite the collection for someone who isn’t a connoisseur.”
Harry shrugged. “Gifts. People give me stuff and I put it away to gather dust.”
Snape snorted. “Then I’m pleased to give you an opportunity to open a few bottles. I’ll be back whenever you wish to sample more.”
“Brilliant.” Harry grinned. “It’s a date.”
~
Snape went still. “Date?”
Shit! Harry coughed. “I misspoke. I meant no offence—”
“I wasn’t offended,” Snape said, face expressionless. “I’m just curious who told you.”
Harry blinked. “Told me?”
“That I like men.”
Harry’s mouth fell open and he had the strong urge to pinch himself to see if he was dreaming. “You’re gay?”
“As I just indicated.” Snape huffed. “If this makes things awkward—”
“No!” Harry ran a hand through his hair. “It’s just a surprise, is all.”
“Why?”
Harry raised an eyebrow. “My mum?”
“Ah.” Snape nodded. “We were friends. I loved Lily, but not like that.”
~
“How was it, then?” Harry asked, moments later.
“She was my best…my only friend.” Snape sighed. “And I ruined it. In my desire to show her how wrong she was about Voldemort, I proved her right.”
Nodding, Harry picked up his glass of wine, taking a sip. His eyes watered as the strong liquor trickled down his throat.
Snape took his own sip of wine, closing his eyes. “In the end, it all worked out, I suppose. And, to honour her, I ended up looking after you.”
Harry cleared his throat. “I never said thanks.”
“That’s unnecessary.”
“Thanks anyway.”
~
Continued in Honoured Information (LJ/IJ/DW).
Author:
alisannePairing/Characters: Severus Snape/Harry Potter (eventually).
Word Count: 100 x 6
Rating: PG
Challenge: Written for
snarry100/snarry100/snarry100's prompt #568: Strong. Warning(s): None. This is part three of what I'm calling my Wisdom Series (LJ/IJ/DW).
Beta(s):
sevfan and emynn.Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
~
The Way It Was
~
“Here we are,” Harry said, leading Snape into Grimmauld Place. “And sorry if there’s a strong odor of lemon oil, I’ve been cleaning.”
“As odors go,” Snape said, looking around, “it’s relatively inoffensive.”
“Right.” Harry held his breath, waiting for his verdict.
“You’ve renovated,” Snape finally said. “A definite improvement.”
“Thanks.” Harry looked around. He’d stripped the house down to the studs to rebuild, and in doing so, discovered he liked a modern aesthetic. White walls, dark wood floors, clean lined furniture. “I like it.”
“I see why. You’ve…good taste.”
Harry blushed. “Thanks.”
Snape hummed. “Dinner?”
“Right this way.”
~
“Is garlic acceptable?” Harry asked as he gathered ingredients.
“Certainly,” Snape replied. He was leaning against the kitchen counter, watching Harry work, and it felt oddly domestic. “Why?”
“Garlic’s a strong flavor, so I like to check.”
Snape hummed. “So you weren’t referencing my reputation as a vampire?”
Harry rolled his eyes. “That hadn’t even entered my head.”
Snape chuckled. “It’s fine. I know how my former students saw me.”
“And you didn’t do anything to encourage that impression, right?” Harry deadpanned. “What with the snapping, black robes.”
Snape smirked. “I’ve no idea what you mean.”
Harry laughed. “I’m sure.”
~
Snape didn’t say much as they ate, but he did accept seconds, and he cleaned his plate. Harry took it as a strong indicator he’d enjoyed the meal.
“I’ve berries and cream if you’d like pudding,” Harry said once he’d cleared the table.
Snape cleared his throat. “I shouldn’t. I ate too much as it is. You’re…not a bad cook.”
“Thanks.” Harry pursed his lips. “You’re sure? It won’t be heavy. Just some strawberries and raspberries.”
“And cream,” Snape said.
“Right.” Harry grinned. “Or we can have elf wine.”
“Wine?” Snape hummed. “Why didn’t you say so? Lead on.”
~
“Wow,” Harry said after his first sip of elf wine. “That’s strong.”
“Elf wine’s double distilled,” Snape said. “It’s potent.”
Harry set his glass aside. “I should slow down or I’ll be pissed in no time.”
“Have you never sampled it before?” Snape asked.
“Nope.”
“You’ve quite the collection for someone who isn’t a connoisseur.”
Harry shrugged. “Gifts. People give me stuff and I put it away to gather dust.”
Snape snorted. “Then I’m pleased to give you an opportunity to open a few bottles. I’ll be back whenever you wish to sample more.”
“Brilliant.” Harry grinned. “It’s a date.”
~
Snape went still. “Date?”
Shit! Harry coughed. “I misspoke. I meant no offence—”
“I wasn’t offended,” Snape said, face expressionless. “I’m just curious who told you.”
Harry blinked. “Told me?”
“That I like men.”
Harry’s mouth fell open and he had the strong urge to pinch himself to see if he was dreaming. “You’re gay?”
“As I just indicated.” Snape huffed. “If this makes things awkward—”
“No!” Harry ran a hand through his hair. “It’s just a surprise, is all.”
“Why?”
Harry raised an eyebrow. “My mum?”
“Ah.” Snape nodded. “We were friends. I loved Lily, but not like that.”
~
“How was it, then?” Harry asked, moments later.
“She was my best…my only friend.” Snape sighed. “And I ruined it. In my desire to show her how wrong she was about Voldemort, I proved her right.”
Nodding, Harry picked up his glass of wine, taking a sip. His eyes watered as the strong liquor trickled down his throat.
Snape took his own sip of wine, closing his eyes. “In the end, it all worked out, I suppose. And, to honour her, I ended up looking after you.”
Harry cleared his throat. “I never said thanks.”
“That’s unnecessary.”
“Thanks anyway.”
~
Continued in Honoured Information (LJ/IJ/DW).
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Date: 2017-03-23 06:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-03-25 05:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-03-26 04:29 pm (UTC)Anyway, I'm glad that they are both quite open to the possibility of dating. ;)
I wonder, though, what happend/will happen with Harry's teeth. (Did anything happen, and I just forgot about it?!)
Thank you for your story, dear alisanne!
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Date: 2017-03-26 08:31 pm (UTC)LOL! Nothing's happened with Harry's teeth yet. He has pain potion now, though, so they should be okay. :)
Thank you, dear!
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Date: 2017-09-08 01:31 am (UTC)And, may I add, these drabbles are my temporary escape from Hurricane Irma stress, & very much needed. Thank you!
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Date: 2017-09-11 02:11 pm (UTC)*nods* Dry, slightly tipsy Severus is fun, I agree. ;)
And I hope you're okay and Irma didn't cause you too much damage. :(