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Blind Dates

Original poster: koshweasley

Author: koshweasley

Word Count: 1o0

Rating: G

Challenge: #2o: Their Insecruities

Warnings: None

A/N My response for this weeks snarry100

Disclaimer: J.K.Rowling created these characters and she owns them all, not me.


A special thanks to evilauntiesnape for helping me with this! She is wonderful ;)





"What was that woman thinking, fixing me up with, him?"

Severus stared at the image in the mirror. "I'm don't have the looks of Black, or the animalistic sex appeal of Malfoy, Lupin, or James Potter."

No! he snarled. I have the bloody hawk nose of that hateful, loveless muggle bastard. Beady eyes, greasy graying hair. Bollocks I should have gotten a different shampoo. He dates good looking, young men. Not, middle aged, wrinkled, pale, bony, worthless, ex-Death Eater virgins.

With a final growl, Severus left the loo only to have his fears confirmed, as Harry darted toward the exit.



And then





"Ah, Monsieur, Potter. Check already?" the chef de rang, asked. "Your date not as expected?"

"Give me your best bottle of champagne," Harry beamed.

He turned just in time to run into Severus. "I thought we had a date?"

"I...I thought you'd left?"

"I went to choose the champagne?" Harry said, offering the bottle.

"Krug, Clos du Mesnil? That's exquisite champagne," Severus murmured.

"So, will you stay then? My word, I won't try anything," Harry promised.

Snape sneered. "How Gryffindor of you."

"I make no promises regarding our second date, though," Harry said cheekily, steering Severus back toward their table.