alisanne (alisanne) wrote in snarry100, @ 2006-09-09 20:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | challenge 22: back to school, dracofiend |
Crush
Original poster: dracofiend
Title: Crush
Author: dracofiend
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 4x100
Challenge #22: Back to School
Warnings: None
A/N: For gauriel, whose "Sunset" drabble from Getting to Coffee and Cake inspired this. :)
Disclaimer: JKR owns them.
He'd been busy, Severus told himself as he marched up the unfamiliar lane. It only took a moment to send an owl, but he'd been busy. And Potter was an early riser, Granger had said.
Severus strode toward Potter's front door, to deliver the parchment he should've sent weeks ago.
Potter was--unattached. Still looking, Granger had said.
It was an irrelevant thought, part of his train of recollection concerning Granger, at the Ministry gala, two months before. The same one at which Potter had sidled up to him, holding a glass of wine and wearing a lopsided smile, full of desultory chat. Severus had been monosyllabic. "Fancied you in seventh year," Potter had chuckled, before ambling off. "Still not sure why."
Severus rang the doorbell.
Silence, as Severus adjusted his cuffs. Glanced down his front. He waited, gazing at the door.
He straightened his collar, and rang again.
"Yes?" The door had opened to a narrow cleft, which broadened with an "Oh! Professor." Potter appeared, in sleepy hair and rumpled clothing, framed by weak gray light and an unlit hall.
Severus arched a brow. "Missed your morning exercise?"
Potter blinked, hand on the doorknob. "Sorry?"
"I understood you woke with the birds? Miss Granger mentioned your six-in-the-morning ritual of--" he broke off. No prattling.
Potter nodded. "Oh. Yeah. I normally go running. Had a late night last night, though." He smiled. "So--first day of school. You here about that? The Headmistress said to expect a schedule of classes I'm supposed to visit, but I haven't gotten anything." Potter leaned against the doorframe, grinning. "Getting a class schedule, watching first-years get Sorted--makes me feel like a student again, except it's only for a day."
Severus eased, smirking. "It'd take more than a day to make up for--"
A tap started, in the house. "Fuck!" came a muffled voice. "Harry!"
Potter twisted around. Severus looked up.
He was standing at the upper-floor railing, a man Severus didn't know--all thick muscles and golden hair and dark fluffy towel.
"Oh. Sorry," he muttered, glancing down at Severus. The man retreated to the bathroom.
"That's my--" Potter began.
"Your schedule," Severus said abruptly, thrusting out the scroll. "Good day."
He turned from the door and paced swiftly down the lane, crushing gravel and disappointment, ruthlessly.
Sequel: Revelation