|snarryswapmod (snarryswapmod) wrote in snarry_swap,|
@ 2008-01-08 12:00:00
|Entry tags:||creation: fic, munanna, rated: nc-17|
Happy Daft Day, alisanne!
Title: Unfinished Business
Rating: NC-17, to be safe.
Warnings: Skirtporn/crossdressing, male on male action.
Prompt/Summary: Humor, snarky dialogue, teasing, first time, skirtporn, wall sex, public or semi-public sex.
Author/Artist's Note: My undying gratitude to Awesome Lifesaver and Beta Reader Extraordinaire, juniperus! :D
And to alisanne: It took some research before I understood what ‘skirtporn’ is (Heh, I even mailed you about it, remember? ;D), but I hope that you’ll find this short piece enjoyable nonetheless! Merry Christmas! *takes a bow and makes room for the smut*
”What do you mean, alive?!”
Draco sighed and pinched his nose. Gryffindors! It was typical, really, of them to make a scene in the middle of a tea shop. The other customers at Madame Puddifoot’s had stopped sipping their tea and stared at the young men by the counter. Silence had spread like an old blanket over the room.
“Keep it down, Potter. He doesn’t want everyone to know,” he hissed at his former classmate, who stood staring at him like he had grown a second head. He sighed again and handed the young witch behind the counter a couple of galleons.
“We’d like a more secluded table, please,” he said archly and shoved Harry gently to follow her as she walked towards a door further into the small tea shop, opened it, and gestured them inside. They entered and seated themselves by a small table, which was, in fact, the only table in the entire room. Draco suspected it to be a room for personnel, not customers. The girl quickly returned carrying a tray with their cups, a pot of tea, and a plate of biscuits. She looked at Harry with fascination, but he was oblivious to her. He seemed to be deep in thought. Unsure what to do, Draco cleared his throat. Harry looked up.
“I… I thought he died,” Harry said, slowly, as if speaking it out loud too carelessly would make it true.
“It was close, but no. For the first six months he was under medical observation, but after that he, well, got on with his life, I suppose. Everybody has thought that he was dead, which I suspect suited him perfectly. He’s a solitary man after all.”
Harry was silent for awhile. It had been a difficult year. Ron and Hermione had moved abroad to a better position for Hermione’s research and he missed them terribly. Somehow he had always envisioned them living close. Everybody he knew, more or less, left the country within a year after the war. All except Draco, of course. He had his heritage to think of, family business, and all that, which was why he was now having tea with his former nemesis. They, at least, understood what the other had gone through.
He couldn’t even begin to sort out the feelings that bubbled up in him when it finally sunk in that Snape was alive. Intense relief. Excitement, such as he hadn’t felt in a long time. Two years had gone by since Voldemort died and for the first time he felt an old shiver of anticipation.
“Where does he live?” Harry asked, at last.