Drabble: Cult of Personality
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Pairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Rating: PG
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snape100's prompt #510: Cult of Personality
Word Count: 100 x 9
Warnings: None
Betas: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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Cult of Personality
~
It had been a month since his trial, since Potter had defended him to the Wizengamot. Severus had chosen to hide, even redirecting his mail in hopes of avoiding Howlers.
But this trip’s unavoidable, he thought, entering Diagon Alley. After considering a disguise, he’d discarded that idea. Best get the negative attention over with.
So, when the first whispers reached him, he thought he was hallucinating. “...Snape the hero?”
“Looks like!”
“...think he’d give me his autograph?”
Severus spotted a discarded Prophet, blinking at the headline. “‘Snape the Hero!’”
He frowned. How had a cult of personality arisen around him?
~
“I should’ve known you’d be behind this,” Severus snapped, tossing a copy of the Prophet onto Draco’s desk.
Draco smirked. “Of course I am. And you’re welcome.”
“I didn’t ask--”
“Of course you didn’t.” Draco leaned back in his chair. “You never do. I decided to rehabilitate your reputation for free.”
“My reputation didn’t need rehabilitation!”
Draco snorted. “Yes it did. In case it skipped your notice, people weren’t exactly cheering when you were acquitted.”
Severus huffed. “But this cult of personality you’ve created--”
“Worked.”
Severus frowned. “You didn’t achieve this alone.”
“Oh no.” Draco smiled. “It was Potter’s idea.”
~
“Since when do you do Potter’s bidding?” Severus snapped.
“Since he helped me set up this public relations firm.”
“Public relations?” Severus blinked.
Draco hummed. “He thought you’d be the perfect first client. I thought he was mad, but it worked, and now people pay me very handsomely to create cults of personality for them.”
“Where’s Potter?” Severus gritted out.
“His place is Unplottable,” Draco said. He smirked when Severus glared. “However, I’ve instructions to send you right along if you ask.” Scribbling something onto some parchment, he handed it to Severus. “Tell him I said hello.”
Severus snarled. “Indeed.”
~
Severus knocked on Potter’s door, mentally preparing his argument. How dare he hire Draco to manage my reputation? This ridiculous cult of personality they’ve created cannot be allowed to continue--
The door opened and Potter, when he saw who it was, beamed. “Snape! Great to see you! Come in!!”
Before he could say a word, Severus found himself inside Potter’s front hallway, the door closed behind him. “Potter, I’m here about--”
“Draco Flooed and told me you’d be stopping by,” said Potter, leading Severus into the parlour. A tea service was waiting. “Tea?”
Severus huffed. He was hungry. “Very well.”
~
Over shortbread biscuits and tea, Severus cleared his throat. “Draco claims you’re spearheading this cult of personality he’s been promoting in the press.”
Potter nodded. “It’s time to express our gratitude for all you did for us in the war, sir.”
“While it is...admirable of you, I didn’t ask--”
“I know, but it’s only right.” Potter smiled faintly. “Plus, it got you to visit me.”
Severus blinked. “You wanted me to visit?”
“Absolutely.” Potter blushed. “It’s great to see you.”
Nonplussed, Severus looked away. “Indeed.”
“Maybe we can have dinner together sometime?”
Severus stared. Did Potter believe Draco’s propaganda?
~
Evidently Potter did, since over the following weeks, he invited Severus to several social events. And wherever they went, press photographers took note. Soon, there were articles appearing in the Prophet’s society column about their ‘relationship’, continuing the cult of personality.
“You cannot be comfortable with this,” Severus said, gesturing towards the newspaper when Potter visited one evening.
Potter shrugged, not even glancing at the headline. “It’s fine.”
“It’s not. People will believe we’re dating.”
“Aren’t we?” Potter murmured.
Severus’ eyes widened. “Potter--”
Potter blushed. “Honestly? I wouldn’t mind.”
Severus swallowed hard. “Nor would I,” he confessed.
Potter beamed. “Brilliant!”
~
Dating Harry proved very good for Severus’ reputation, and as their relationship got serious, more members of the public began believing Severus’ cult of personality.
Harry took it all in stride. “Of course they love you,” he’d say when Severus would shake his head and snort at the latest newspaper drivel. “I’m quite fond of you myself.”
“There’s just one thing to do now,” Draco said one day after dropping by Severus’ home.
“What’s that?”
“Start cohabiting with Potter.”
“If we do that it’ll be because we wish it,” Severus informed him.
Draco smirked. “Don’t you?”
Severus huffed. Smug prat.
~
Living with Harry, loving him, wasn’t all sunshine and roses. They argued, often, but at his core, Severus knew their relationship was strong. Perhaps I’m beginning to believe my own cult of personality.
Cohabitation morphed into a proposal, over which Severus agonised and Harry eagerly accepted. Severus drew the line at allowing Draco to plan their bonding ceremony, however. “He’d create a ridiculous spectacle.”
Harry, straddling his lap, hummed. “Either Draco or Molly will plan it. Who would you prefer?”
Severus smirked. “Perhaps we should let them fight it out.”
Harry laughed. “And people think you’re nice?”
“More fool them.”
~
Bonding day dawned bright and clear. Severus had slept lightly, cradling Harry.
Upon stirring, Harry smiled. “Did you sleep at all?” he murmured, kissing Severus softly.
“I rested a few minutes.”
“Planning to sleep on our honeymoon?”
Severus’ embrace tightened. “What a nontraditional approach to a honeymoon,” he purred.
Harry laughed. “Nontraditional? That’s me.” Burrowing close, he sighed, “Can’t we...elope?”
“Sadly, no.” Severus smirked. “It’s your cult of personality that made our bonding the event of the year.”
“Actually,” said Harry. “I think it’s because I’m marrying the man of the year.”
Severus hummed, content. “Let’s agree to disagree.”
~
Author:
alisannePairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Rating: PG
Challenge: Written for
snape100/snape100/snape100's prompt #510: Cult of PersonalityWord Count: 100 x 9
Warnings: None
Betas:
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.
~
Cult of Personality
~
It had been a month since his trial, since Potter had defended him to the Wizengamot. Severus had chosen to hide, even redirecting his mail in hopes of avoiding Howlers.
But this trip’s unavoidable, he thought, entering Diagon Alley. After considering a disguise, he’d discarded that idea. Best get the negative attention over with.
So, when the first whispers reached him, he thought he was hallucinating. “...Snape the hero?”
“Looks like!”
“...think he’d give me his autograph?”
Severus spotted a discarded Prophet, blinking at the headline. “‘Snape the Hero!’”
He frowned. How had a cult of personality arisen around him?
~
“I should’ve known you’d be behind this,” Severus snapped, tossing a copy of the Prophet onto Draco’s desk.
Draco smirked. “Of course I am. And you’re welcome.”
“I didn’t ask--”
“Of course you didn’t.” Draco leaned back in his chair. “You never do. I decided to rehabilitate your reputation for free.”
“My reputation didn’t need rehabilitation!”
Draco snorted. “Yes it did. In case it skipped your notice, people weren’t exactly cheering when you were acquitted.”
Severus huffed. “But this cult of personality you’ve created--”
“Worked.”
Severus frowned. “You didn’t achieve this alone.”
“Oh no.” Draco smiled. “It was Potter’s idea.”
~
“Since when do you do Potter’s bidding?” Severus snapped.
“Since he helped me set up this public relations firm.”
“Public relations?” Severus blinked.
Draco hummed. “He thought you’d be the perfect first client. I thought he was mad, but it worked, and now people pay me very handsomely to create cults of personality for them.”
“Where’s Potter?” Severus gritted out.
“His place is Unplottable,” Draco said. He smirked when Severus glared. “However, I’ve instructions to send you right along if you ask.” Scribbling something onto some parchment, he handed it to Severus. “Tell him I said hello.”
Severus snarled. “Indeed.”
~
Severus knocked on Potter’s door, mentally preparing his argument. How dare he hire Draco to manage my reputation? This ridiculous cult of personality they’ve created cannot be allowed to continue--
The door opened and Potter, when he saw who it was, beamed. “Snape! Great to see you! Come in!!”
Before he could say a word, Severus found himself inside Potter’s front hallway, the door closed behind him. “Potter, I’m here about--”
“Draco Flooed and told me you’d be stopping by,” said Potter, leading Severus into the parlour. A tea service was waiting. “Tea?”
Severus huffed. He was hungry. “Very well.”
~
Over shortbread biscuits and tea, Severus cleared his throat. “Draco claims you’re spearheading this cult of personality he’s been promoting in the press.”
Potter nodded. “It’s time to express our gratitude for all you did for us in the war, sir.”
“While it is...admirable of you, I didn’t ask--”
“I know, but it’s only right.” Potter smiled faintly. “Plus, it got you to visit me.”
Severus blinked. “You wanted me to visit?”
“Absolutely.” Potter blushed. “It’s great to see you.”
Nonplussed, Severus looked away. “Indeed.”
“Maybe we can have dinner together sometime?”
Severus stared. Did Potter believe Draco’s propaganda?
~
Evidently Potter did, since over the following weeks, he invited Severus to several social events. And wherever they went, press photographers took note. Soon, there were articles appearing in the Prophet’s society column about their ‘relationship’, continuing the cult of personality.
“You cannot be comfortable with this,” Severus said, gesturing towards the newspaper when Potter visited one evening.
Potter shrugged, not even glancing at the headline. “It’s fine.”
“It’s not. People will believe we’re dating.”
“Aren’t we?” Potter murmured.
Severus’ eyes widened. “Potter--”
Potter blushed. “Honestly? I wouldn’t mind.”
Severus swallowed hard. “Nor would I,” he confessed.
Potter beamed. “Brilliant!”
~
Dating Harry proved very good for Severus’ reputation, and as their relationship got serious, more members of the public began believing Severus’ cult of personality.
Harry took it all in stride. “Of course they love you,” he’d say when Severus would shake his head and snort at the latest newspaper drivel. “I’m quite fond of you myself.”
“There’s just one thing to do now,” Draco said one day after dropping by Severus’ home.
“What’s that?”
“Start cohabiting with Potter.”
“If we do that it’ll be because we wish it,” Severus informed him.
Draco smirked. “Don’t you?”
Severus huffed. Smug prat.
~
Living with Harry, loving him, wasn’t all sunshine and roses. They argued, often, but at his core, Severus knew their relationship was strong. Perhaps I’m beginning to believe my own cult of personality.
Cohabitation morphed into a proposal, over which Severus agonised and Harry eagerly accepted. Severus drew the line at allowing Draco to plan their bonding ceremony, however. “He’d create a ridiculous spectacle.”
Harry, straddling his lap, hummed. “Either Draco or Molly will plan it. Who would you prefer?”
Severus smirked. “Perhaps we should let them fight it out.”
Harry laughed. “And people think you’re nice?”
“More fool them.”
~
Bonding day dawned bright and clear. Severus had slept lightly, cradling Harry.
Upon stirring, Harry smiled. “Did you sleep at all?” he murmured, kissing Severus softly.
“I rested a few minutes.”
“Planning to sleep on our honeymoon?”
Severus’ embrace tightened. “What a nontraditional approach to a honeymoon,” he purred.
Harry laughed. “Nontraditional? That’s me.” Burrowing close, he sighed, “Can’t we...elope?”
“Sadly, no.” Severus smirked. “It’s your cult of personality that made our bonding the event of the year.”
“Actually,” said Harry. “I think it’s because I’m marrying the man of the year.”
Severus hummed, content. “Let’s agree to disagree.”
~
