Snarry100

mood: complacent

Original poster: arcencielfw

Title: Still a little Bit & Like Every Sunday
Author: arcencielfw
Word Count: 100(x2)
Rating: PG15
Challenge: #18 In their Spare Time
Warning: slash
Disclaimer: JKR owns all world of HP.  Nothing and nobody are mine.
Summary: 2 different drabbles of a Snarry Sunday.
N/A: A great, huge 'Thank You' to alisanne because she is a very kind person, every time encouraging and a very delicious author.

Still a little Bit & Like Every Sunday

Original poster: ravenna_c_tan

Title: Secret Obsession
Author: Ravenna C. Tan
Word Count: 100
Prompt: "spare time"
Rating: R
Warning: implied underage Harry
A/N: I suppose this is pre-slash/pre-snarry, actually...


No one on the Hogwarts staff, not even Dumbledore, knows of Severus Snape's hobby.

Oh, Minerva McGonagall knew that when he was a student he liked to doodle in the margins of his books, but he never let on to the nosy Gryffindor how much talent he hid.

If his quill produced trees, or mountains, or ships at sea, he might not hide it. But rare afternoons he has to himself always end with him on his knees by the grate, burning the sheafs one by one.

The curve of Harry's back, and other parts Severus can only imagine... burn.

Original poster: gauriel

Title: Not Even the Junior Version
Author: gauriel
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Challenge: #18, In Their Spare Time
A/N: A followup to my previous drabble two parter The Not So Greatest Game in the World, from a suggestion by snapesgirl I just couldn’t resist.


Severus narrowed his eyes in concentration.

Plunk.

The green ball bounced and rolled back.

Severus huffed once, and swung again.

Plunk

The wooden blade continued on its arc.

Severus watched as the ball dribbled back, stopping between his feet. He closed his eyes, counted to ten, and swung.

Plunk

“That is IT!” he roared. “That cursed windmill is MOCKING ME!!” Severus pulled his wand out and blasted the obstacle to smithereens. A young boy nearby looked stunned, before bursting into tears.

Harry sighed, exasperated, and gently pried the putter out of his husband’s hands. Clearly, minigolf wasn’t Severus’ game either.