alisanne (alisanne) wrote in snarry100, @ 2006-08-17 21:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | challenge 19: their idiosyncrasies |
Two drabbles
Original poster: lesyeuxverts00
Title: Forty-one Minutes of Forgetting
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: #19, Their idiosyncrasies
Warning(s): slash implied, kind of angsty
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
AN: Yes, there is a pattern to the numbers and no, it doesn't mean anything.
Life with Harry was lived by numbers. Two slices of toast, three cups of black coffee, eleven minutes washing the dishes, seventeen stolen kisses before lunch, Harry’s ear pressed against his chest for the count of nineteen heartbeats. Severus knew all the routines.
Twenty-three minutes at Ginny Weasley’s grave before Harry reached for his hand.
The last time Severus erred – twenty-nine minutes spent over tea and scones instead of thirty-one – Harry’s uncontrolled magic shook the stones of Hogwarts.
Forty-one minutes holding Harry in his arms after dinner, forty-one minutes of Harry’s breath warm against his neck, forty-one minutes of forgetting.
The boy was swathed in blankets, the tartan from McGonagall and Molly Weasley’s hand-knitted afghan clashing with the Navajo blanket they’d bought on vacation. Severus had hoped his gift of black cashmere would evict the others, but it only joined the pile.
Severus stretched out next to the bundle, covering himself with a cotton sheet. How Harry tolerated the warmth, Severus never knew.
The one night Severus unraveled the cocoon, Harry’s nightmares woke him. The boy had mumbled something about a cupboard and now the blankets were a taboo topic.
Severus pressed a kiss through the cashmere on Harry’s face.