Autumn drabbles
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advent_drabbles, I'll give you the prequel to one of my two advent_drabbles series.
Author:me_midget
Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape
Rating: G-ish - PG13
Warnings: none
Word count: each 100, plus the last one is 2x100, so 700 in total
Series: Belongs to the Autumn Series that preludes this year's Advent Drabbles Series
A/N: Unbeta'd.
They had been doing this for quite a while now. This 'friends' thing. Going for dinner, meeting over coffee, talking... It was working, even though Harry didn't quite understand how.
He clinked his glass against Snape's – lager against ale – and grinned. "Cheers!"
Snape's lips twitched into that weird almost-smile of his. "Cheers."
Harry's eyes were heavy from the late hour and their past few drinks. Yet he imagined Snape's eyes glued to his lips. Snape made a witty remark, Harry laughed – maybe a little too loud – and then there was his hand on Snape's arm. Harry let it rest there.
They left the bar a while later, walking slowly down the street. No-one but them was outside and the cold air was tickling their noses, already promising the end of autumn and the first snow. Harry liked their quiet walks, drunk or not. With no-one looking at them they could just be themselves.
"It was a fun night," Harry said then and slowed down to look at the stars. Thank Merlin he'd forgotten most he'd been taught in Divination and Astronomy. Now they were just pretty.
"Yes," Snape said. "Lovely." Harry turned around and noticed Snape was looking at him.
Later Harry wouldn't know who moved first, but in his blurred, alcohol-pretty world it didn't matter. What mattered was Snape's mouth on his – tongue hot, teeth clinking, noses bumping – and his arms around Harry. It was like his body suddenly woke up, like on fire, his brain still hazy, and his heart pumping like crazy.
Yes, yes, yes. Fuck yes. He had thought about it, but hadn't known it would feel this good. He pulled Snape closer, forgot about the cold and everything around them. Through the tick wool of their coats, he felt Snape's hard dick press against him.
When Harry woke up the next morning, his head was throbbing and his lips were tingling. Realisation dawned slowly on him. As his brain woke up, he remembered the bar, remembered the walk home, remembered the kiss.
Harry's eyes flew opened and he sat up in one go. The pain in his head worsened. Panicked, he looked around – the bed was empty and he was wearing all his clothes from the night before.
The panic lessened – but only some. After all, he'd kissed Snape and that had been a thing he'd sworn himself not to do. Snape was his friend.
A hangover potion, a hot shower and a bacon sandwich later, Harry felt human again. He probably should go check up on Snape, he thought and hoped Snape wouldn't be too angry with Harry. Harry ran a hand through his hair. Sure, he had thought of kissing Snape. But their friendship was too valuable for him. And now he'd messed everything up. Or they had.
Harry wondered if they could go back to the way it had been before. Or if he even wanted to. But no answers would be gained in his flat – he had to go see Snape.
Snape looked a bit worse for wear, Harry found as he walked into the shop. But he was standing and working – which Harry wasn't.
"Hey," Harry said, eloquently as ever.
Snape grunted a greeting. "I see you have managed to heave yourself out of bed."
"Barely, but yes." Harry stared intently down at the countertop with its potion-stains. "Do you... err..."
"I remember, yes. If that's what you wanted to ask about."
Harry swallowed thickly and nodded. "It's a bit... weird, isn't it?" he asked and when Snape didn't say anything, he added: "I'm just glad we didn't sleep with each other."
Snape looked at Harry like he'd just been slapped. And Harry realised how he must've sounded.
"No! No, I didn't mean it like that!" Harry ran a hand through his hair. "It's just... I wouldn't want to do it while we were drunk, you know. It... It should be special."
"What?"
"I mean... I thought about... you know. Kissing you. But this," Harry moved his hand back and forth between them. "It seemed too important. But if we were to... you know... it should be special." Because Snape was special, he wanted to say, but didn't dare to.
advent_drabbles, I'll give you the prequel to one of my two advent_drabbles series. Author:
me_midgetPairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape
Rating: G-ish - PG13
Warnings: none
Word count: each 100, plus the last one is 2x100, so 700 in total
Series: Belongs to the Autumn Series that preludes this year's Advent Drabbles Series
A/N: Unbeta'd.
They had been doing this for quite a while now. This 'friends' thing. Going for dinner, meeting over coffee, talking... It was working, even though Harry didn't quite understand how.
He clinked his glass against Snape's – lager against ale – and grinned. "Cheers!"
Snape's lips twitched into that weird almost-smile of his. "Cheers."
Harry's eyes were heavy from the late hour and their past few drinks. Yet he imagined Snape's eyes glued to his lips. Snape made a witty remark, Harry laughed – maybe a little too loud – and then there was his hand on Snape's arm. Harry let it rest there.
They left the bar a while later, walking slowly down the street. No-one but them was outside and the cold air was tickling their noses, already promising the end of autumn and the first snow. Harry liked their quiet walks, drunk or not. With no-one looking at them they could just be themselves.
"It was a fun night," Harry said then and slowed down to look at the stars. Thank Merlin he'd forgotten most he'd been taught in Divination and Astronomy. Now they were just pretty.
"Yes," Snape said. "Lovely." Harry turned around and noticed Snape was looking at him.
Later Harry wouldn't know who moved first, but in his blurred, alcohol-pretty world it didn't matter. What mattered was Snape's mouth on his – tongue hot, teeth clinking, noses bumping – and his arms around Harry. It was like his body suddenly woke up, like on fire, his brain still hazy, and his heart pumping like crazy.
Yes, yes, yes. Fuck yes. He had thought about it, but hadn't known it would feel this good. He pulled Snape closer, forgot about the cold and everything around them. Through the tick wool of their coats, he felt Snape's hard dick press against him.
When Harry woke up the next morning, his head was throbbing and his lips were tingling. Realisation dawned slowly on him. As his brain woke up, he remembered the bar, remembered the walk home, remembered the kiss.
Harry's eyes flew opened and he sat up in one go. The pain in his head worsened. Panicked, he looked around – the bed was empty and he was wearing all his clothes from the night before.
The panic lessened – but only some. After all, he'd kissed Snape and that had been a thing he'd sworn himself not to do. Snape was his friend.
A hangover potion, a hot shower and a bacon sandwich later, Harry felt human again. He probably should go check up on Snape, he thought and hoped Snape wouldn't be too angry with Harry. Harry ran a hand through his hair. Sure, he had thought of kissing Snape. But their friendship was too valuable for him. And now he'd messed everything up. Or they had.
Harry wondered if they could go back to the way it had been before. Or if he even wanted to. But no answers would be gained in his flat – he had to go see Snape.
Snape looked a bit worse for wear, Harry found as he walked into the shop. But he was standing and working – which Harry wasn't.
"Hey," Harry said, eloquently as ever.
Snape grunted a greeting. "I see you have managed to heave yourself out of bed."
"Barely, but yes." Harry stared intently down at the countertop with its potion-stains. "Do you... err..."
"I remember, yes. If that's what you wanted to ask about."
Harry swallowed thickly and nodded. "It's a bit... weird, isn't it?" he asked and when Snape didn't say anything, he added: "I'm just glad we didn't sleep with each other."
Snape looked at Harry like he'd just been slapped. And Harry realised how he must've sounded.
"No! No, I didn't mean it like that!" Harry ran a hand through his hair. "It's just... I wouldn't want to do it while we were drunk, you know. It... It should be special."
"What?"
"I mean... I thought about... you know. Kissing you. But this," Harry moved his hand back and forth between them. "It seemed too important. But if we were to... you know... it should be special." Because Snape was special, he wanted to say, but didn't dare to.
