FIC: Unexpected Title: Unexpected Author: torino10154 Pairing: Severus/Harry Word Count: 304 Rating: PG Warning: Some DH spoilers Disclaimer: Not mine. They belong to JKR. Summary: Severus waits for the other shoe to drop. A/N: Sequel to Whiter Than White. Unbeta’d. For this weeks hp_prompts-“doing something unexpected”. The title-'tis lame. My apologies.
Severus was waiting for it to all go wrong-his relationship with Harry, whatever it was, couldn’t last. He was sure of it. He had resisted Harry’s advances, hoping to discourage him. Another heartbreak at his age was unbearable. But Harry was the picture of patience.
Severus realized he actually enjoyed the boy’s-no, the man’s company. The dined out often, something neither of them experienced as children. Harry picked up the tab frequently claiming he had more money than he could ever spend, but did allow Severus the dignity of paying on occasion.
Harry had kissed him good night but he knew that he wanted more. Severus wanted more too. But he wasn’t about to make the first move. Once it seemed Harry was sincere, Severus allowed himself to imagine what it might like were they to stay together-until Harry dropped him like a hot potato because some young thing passed his way.
And now Severus found himself utterly humiliated. Harry had turned up unannounced and caught him washing his intimates. Surely, now the brat would take the knife and turn it-make the most of his embarrassment. That’s what Gryffindors do. What Potters do, he thought bitterly.
“When I washed for Aunt Petunia, she always made me use vinegar in the rinse after I bleached the towels and other whites. It helps eliminate the strong smell,” Harry said as Severus stood silently. “I’ll wait for you in the kitchen. How about a cuppa?”
He nodded wordlessly and Harry smiled, turning away and walking out of the bathroom. Severus stood there, water dripping onto the floor as the sound of cabinets opening and closing filtered in from the kitchen.
That was unexpected. Severus smiled as he tossed the wet clothes back into the sink. Or maybe, just maybe, Harry really was his mother’s son after all.