|janus (janus) wrote in adventdrabbles,|
@ 2009-12-22 23:15:00
Dec. 21, Harry Potter, Severus/Rabastan, First Kiss
December 21, 2009
Title: First Kiss
Fandom: Harry Potter
The older ones were pairing off now. True, they were out of school, but they were his generation - his own friends rather than the ones who had followed Voldemort since before he was born. Lucius was with Narcissa. Rodolphus was enamoured with Bellatrix, her sister. There would be no one for him, he knew. No one said a word, had ever said a word, ever, but he knew he was half-blood. There would be no pure-blood girl for him, and he wouldn't have anything less, not now. Lily was gone.
He scrupulously avoided the mistletoe, hung cheerfully and almost coyly about the manor. It was not to avoid being kissed. It was to avoid the sense of emptiness when no one kissed him, even when they were invited, even summoned by the white berries. There was no one for Abraxas either, and that comforted him a little. He was not the only one alone.
But that night, as he was bending his leg to climb up into his bed, there was a voice at his ear. They were all staying the night after the party. "Severus."
Just his name, and he turned.
A hand was at his chest, pushing him to the wall. Confused, he moved with it. It was not rough, just decisive. And it was gentle. Rabastan. What? He just looked at his eyes, trusting, waiting to see: What?
The older boy kissed him then, on the lips, but with a strange chasteness. His lips were gentle as well; his mouth did not open. It was almost like shaking hands, but closer, softer, more personal. It was more complex. It was complex but uncomplicated, without implication.
Severus looked back at Rabastan after, his own lips smiling naturally. This was the second time the older boy had given him this contact when he wanted it, despaired of it. It was welcome but unasked. He had never asked. His chest was still pinned beneath the big hand, its fingers curling a little in his nightshirt now. What?
Rabastan released him and gestured above his head.
"Mistletoe. I didn't mean to..." Severus didn't know what to say. Was it just because...
"I did. I put it there."
How odd. Severus' stomach felt so warm, suddenly...
I know I am behind. It is so busy, though I know that excuses avail one nothing. I also know this is out of order. I left the 20th (Snowman) at work. I'll type it up tomorrow night.