Drabble: Habituation
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alisanneTitle: Habituation
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alisanne
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
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snarry100's challenge: #106: Word of the day (April 23 2008: Ubiquitous)
Warning(s): None
A/N: For someone who wasn't sure she could do this prompt, I certainly wrote enough. ;)
Beta:sevfan
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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Habituation
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At first, Severus thought nothing of Potter’s constant presence. St. Mungo’s was a public place, and Genevra was a Trainee Healer.
But after weeks of Potter’s loitering, Severus began to wonder. Potter hadn’t even been this ubiquitous as a student.
“What are you plotting?” he finally snapped one day.
At Potter’s smile, Severus grew nervous. “Getting you used to me,” was the surprising answer.
“What?”
Potter grasped his arm, and Severus found himself transfixed. “First to my presence, then to my touch,” Potter said.
“Miss Weasley?” Severus managed.
“Is with Neville.”
Habituation to Potter’s touch wasn’t so bad, Severus discovered.
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Author:
alisanneWord Count: 100
Rating: G
Written for
snarry100's challenge: #106: Word of the day (April 23 2008: Ubiquitous)Warning(s): None
A/N: For someone who wasn't sure she could do this prompt, I certainly wrote enough. ;)
Beta:
sevfanDisclaimer: 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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Habituation
~
At first, Severus thought nothing of Potter’s constant presence. St. Mungo’s was a public place, and Genevra was a Trainee Healer.
But after weeks of Potter’s loitering, Severus began to wonder. Potter hadn’t even been this ubiquitous as a student.
“What are you plotting?” he finally snapped one day.
At Potter’s smile, Severus grew nervous. “Getting you used to me,” was the surprising answer.
“What?”
Potter grasped his arm, and Severus found himself transfixed. “First to my presence, then to my touch,” Potter said.
“Miss Weasley?” Severus managed.
“Is with Neville.”
Habituation to Potter’s touch wasn’t so bad, Severus discovered.
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