Drabble: First Date
Aug. 28th, 2008 08:20 pmTitle: First Date
Author:
alisanne
Rating: PG
Written for
snape100's challenge #244: First Impression
Word Count: 100
Warnings: AU
Beta:
sevfan
Notes: This is a loose follow up to Second Chance, my first response to this prompt, although this drabble can be read independently.
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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First Date
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“Gentlemen.” The maître d’ gestured. “Your table.”
Snape shocked Harry by personally seating him.
“Is this your first time with us?” the waiter asked.
Snape nodded. “Indeed, but your excellent reputation precedes you.”
Harry watched, amazed, as Snape charmed the entire staff.
“That was brilliant,” he said after Snape Side-Along-Apparated him home.
“An enjoyable first date,” Snape murmured.
“Yes,” Harry breathed, tilting his head expectantly.
Snape brushed his thumb across Harry’s lips, then pulled back. “Never on the first date, Mr. Potter,” he purred. “What sort of first impression would that be?”
Harry went to bed aching that night.
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Author:
Rating: PG
Written for
Word Count: 100
Warnings: AU
Beta:
Notes: This is a loose follow up to Second Chance, my first response to this prompt, although this drabble can be read independently.
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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First Date
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“Gentlemen.” The maître d’ gestured. “Your table.”
Snape shocked Harry by personally seating him.
“Is this your first time with us?” the waiter asked.
Snape nodded. “Indeed, but your excellent reputation precedes you.”
Harry watched, amazed, as Snape charmed the entire staff.
“That was brilliant,” he said after Snape Side-Along-Apparated him home.
“An enjoyable first date,” Snape murmured.
“Yes,” Harry breathed, tilting his head expectantly.
Snape brushed his thumb across Harry’s lips, then pulled back. “Never on the first date, Mr. Potter,” he purred. “What sort of first impression would that be?”
Harry went to bed aching that night.
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