Drabble: Love and Roasted Chestnuts
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alisanneTitle: Love and Roasted Chestnuts
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Rating: G
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adventdrabbles prompt #15: Chestnuts roasting on an open fire, and for snape100's Challenge #260: Severus Snape in Love.
Word Count: 100
Warnings: Mild fluff.
Beta:eeyore9990
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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Love and Roasted Chestnuts
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Severus would have to have been blind not to notice how longingly Potter was eyeing the vendors as they strolled Diagon Alley. “Surely you’ve had roasted chestnuts?” he asked.
Harry coloured, looking away. “My relatives didn’t let me celebrate much during the holidays,” he said.
Memories of sneaking away with another gorgeous, green-eyed Potter assailed Severus for a moment. “Your mother loved them,” he managed. “Come.”
Gesturing to a vendor, Severus purchased two packets, watching as Harry devoured his. Amazingly, they tasted even better than Severus remembered. The company, perhaps.
“Thanks,” Harry whispered afterwards, clasping Severus’ hand.
“My pleasure.”
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Author:
alisanneRating: G
Written for
adventdrabbles prompt #15: Chestnuts roasting on an open fire, and for snape100's Challenge #260: Severus Snape in Love. Word Count: 100
Warnings: Mild fluff.
Beta:
eeyore9990Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
~
Love and Roasted Chestnuts
~
Severus would have to have been blind not to notice how longingly Potter was eyeing the vendors as they strolled Diagon Alley. “Surely you’ve had roasted chestnuts?” he asked.
Harry coloured, looking away. “My relatives didn’t let me celebrate much during the holidays,” he said.
Memories of sneaking away with another gorgeous, green-eyed Potter assailed Severus for a moment. “Your mother loved them,” he managed. “Come.”
Gesturing to a vendor, Severus purchased two packets, watching as Harry devoured his. Amazingly, they tasted even better than Severus remembered. The company, perhaps.
“Thanks,” Harry whispered afterwards, clasping Severus’ hand.
“My pleasure.”
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