Drabble: The Perils of Being Late
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alisanneTitle: The Perils of Being Late
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alisanne
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
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snarry100's challenge: #111: The Five Senses: Smell
Warning(s): None
A/N: Ever the teacher, Severus gives Harry another lesson.
Beta:sevfan. Thanks to r_grayjoy for title assistance.
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 Perils of Being Late
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A muffled curse woke Severus but he didn’t flinch, years as a spy having ingrained him with the habit of awakening stealthily.
“Bloody hell,” Potter muttered in the dark. “Bastard rearranged the furniture...”
Severus smirked.
When Potter finally found the bed and climbed in, Severus pulled him close, inhaling the scent of wind and sweat that clung to him.
“Late, sorry,” Potter muttered. “Match ran over, and I didn’t think I’d need a map to find my bed.”
“Serves to keep you on your toes,” Severus said.
“It won’t happen again,” Potter sighed.
“Indeed not.” Severus felt assured it wouldn’t.
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Author:
alisanneWord Count: 100
Rating: PG
Written for
snarry100's challenge: #111: The Five Senses: SmellWarning(s): None
A/N: Ever the teacher, Severus gives Harry another lesson.
Beta:
sevfan. Thanks to r_grayjoy for title assistance. Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
~
The Perils of Being Late
~
A muffled curse woke Severus but he didn’t flinch, years as a spy having ingrained him with the habit of awakening stealthily.
“Bloody hell,” Potter muttered in the dark. “Bastard rearranged the furniture...”
Severus smirked.
When Potter finally found the bed and climbed in, Severus pulled him close, inhaling the scent of wind and sweat that clung to him.
“Late, sorry,” Potter muttered. “Match ran over, and I didn’t think I’d need a map to find my bed.”
“Serves to keep you on your toes,” Severus said.
“It won’t happen again,” Potter sighed.
“Indeed not.” Severus felt assured it wouldn’t.
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