The 2015 Halloween Slashabbles Fest - Day 1 - Snape/Harry PG
For majmunka
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Prompt: Halloween Masquerade Ball leads to some lucky misunderstandings
Rating: PG
Words: 100 X 9
Warnings: None (except no beta)
AN: Day 1 of the 2015 Halloween Slashabbles Fest. I've hardly gotten any prompts so I'd really love some. Learn more and leave prompts here. Thank you to majmunka for her fun prompt. I got a tad carried away with it.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter nor do I make any money on this. If I did - Snape and Harry would have both had better lives.
Who Were Those Masked Men
“This is ridiculous.”
“No, this is fantastic. You are ridiculous.”
Snape glared at Draco who only grinned at him, not seeming intimidated in the least. Snape wondered when Draco had stopped fearing him.
“Let’s face it, Severus, you are ridiculously picky. This one’s too tall, that one’s too freckly, he’s too muscular, his eyes are too dark, you hate blonds…” Draco smirked at him… “probably because we have too much fun and you can’t stand having fun.”
Snape harrumphed at him. “I know perfectly well how to have fun and masked balls are not fun.”
“You don’t and they are.”
----
“I’m sure this blind date will be another dismal moron.”
Draco frowned. “You say you want someone but you reject anyone that seems interested. Stop judging everyone so harshly.”
“I went out twice with that one idiot.”
“Yes...beautiful, sexy Jeremy.”
“He had the IQ of a bowl of oranges.
”Since then, you dismiss them almost immediately without seeing if they have any redeeming qualities. Your looks aren’t exactly winning anyone over.”
Snape glared at him.
“I mean that everyone knows who you are and prejudges you. This way you can win him with your sparkling personality.”
“Dressed as Zorro?”
----
Snape shifted uncomfortably, looking around the garishly decorated ballroom. It was full of people dressed in all manner of obnoxious costumes - each one more elaborate than the next and almost all of them were horrid. He watched as one person dressed as a golden snitch kept repeatedly apologizing for his wings knocking everything over. That was the second best part of the evening so far. The best was when the fire-breathing dragon sneezed on the curtains and lit up the place. The combined power of ten “Aguamenti” spells drenched the entire front half of the room. That had been fantastic.
---
Snape saw the man he was supposed to meet - Captain Jack Sparrow. Like his, it was another muggle costume. So few wizards knew muggle culture that Draco thought it would be easy for them to spot each other. After the war, Snape had developed a taste for muggle movies while he hid away from wizarding society. He wondered if the other wizard knew who he was dressed as.
The man was short and lean. Snape approved. He liked a compact, tight body - shallow as that sounded. He also wanted intelligence and humor but based on past experience, that wasn’t likely.
---
“Aren’t you a little short to be a pirate?” Snape asked, his voice disguised through magical means.
The man looked at him, startled.
Snape wanted to roll his eyes but he spied Draco across the room. Instead, he held out a cup of rum and pumpkin punch. “You look thirsty.”
“Um, yes. Thank you.”
“I’m Stephen,” Snape offered.
“Um...Larry...that’s me,” the man said, haltingly.
So far Snape thought he didn’t seem very bright. He would have left but Draco was watching them.
“Nice muggle reference, by the way,” Larry said. “I love Star Wars.”
Snape decided to stay.
---
“Care to dance?” Snape asked.
Larry nodded. Snape led him to the dance floor. They were quiet but oddly Snape didn’t mind. He liked companionable silences. He also liked the way their bodies fit together. Also, Larry smelled good...really good.
“I like your cologne.” Snape never started a conversation but for once he wasn’t ready to leave.
“Thanks. It’s a muggle one I got in New York.”
Snape was intrigued. Most wizards rarely ventured into muggle territory. “Is that where you saw Star Wars?” It wasn’t Snape’s favorite movie, but it had its own charms, much like this man.
---
After hours of discussing movies and Larry’s anxious admission to recently returning to the wizarding world, Snape felt a kinship with him. Draco may have finally found the right man.
“There’s a Hitchcock marathon in London next weekend. Would you like to attend?”
“Don’t you want to wait until midnight when we are supposed to reveal who we are?” Larry asked.
“No...I wish.to continue this but am...concerned you might not want to go when you learn who I am.”
“Me, too,” Larry said nervously.
“So let’s decide now. Whoever we are, we give this a chance.”
“OK.”
---
The clock rang midnight and all the magical costumes disappeared, revealing the wizarding party goers to each other. Snape removed his mask. Larry used magic to remove the muggle make-up that hid his own pale skin and took the wig off to reveal messy dark hair.
Snape was shocked. No one had seen Harry Potter in well over 15 years. No wonder he wanted this to be private.
The stillness broke when a voice rang out, “Severus!” Draco yelled as he walked toward them. “I’m so sorry that Oliver didn’t make it!” He stopped suddenly. “Potter? Is that really you?”
---
Harry turned as if he was about to bolt. Snape grabbed his arm. “Wait. You promised.”
Harry stopped. “You still want to…?”
Snape was surprised. He thought Harry wouldn’t have been interested but it seemed as if Harry thought Snape might not be. He answered, “Yes. Do you with me? I can’t imagine you would want anything to do with me.”
Harry smiled softly. “I guess I did promise.” And Snape could see the man the Boy-Who-Lived became and wanted to know him better.
Snape then turned towards Draco. “And really...Oliver Wood? That’s who you set me up with?”
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Prompt: Halloween Masquerade Ball leads to some lucky misunderstandings
Rating: PG
Words: 100 X 9
Warnings: None (except no beta)
AN: Day 1 of the 2015 Halloween Slashabbles Fest. I've hardly gotten any prompts so I'd really love some. Learn more and leave prompts here. Thank you to majmunka for her fun prompt. I got a tad carried away with it.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter nor do I make any money on this. If I did - Snape and Harry would have both had better lives.
Who Were Those Masked Men
“This is ridiculous.”
“No, this is fantastic. You are ridiculous.”
Snape glared at Draco who only grinned at him, not seeming intimidated in the least. Snape wondered when Draco had stopped fearing him.
“Let’s face it, Severus, you are ridiculously picky. This one’s too tall, that one’s too freckly, he’s too muscular, his eyes are too dark, you hate blonds…” Draco smirked at him… “probably because we have too much fun and you can’t stand having fun.”
Snape harrumphed at him. “I know perfectly well how to have fun and masked balls are not fun.”
“You don’t and they are.”
----
“I’m sure this blind date will be another dismal moron.”
Draco frowned. “You say you want someone but you reject anyone that seems interested. Stop judging everyone so harshly.”
“I went out twice with that one idiot.”
“Yes...beautiful, sexy Jeremy.”
“He had the IQ of a bowl of oranges.
”Since then, you dismiss them almost immediately without seeing if they have any redeeming qualities. Your looks aren’t exactly winning anyone over.”
Snape glared at him.
“I mean that everyone knows who you are and prejudges you. This way you can win him with your sparkling personality.”
“Dressed as Zorro?”
----
Snape shifted uncomfortably, looking around the garishly decorated ballroom. It was full of people dressed in all manner of obnoxious costumes - each one more elaborate than the next and almost all of them were horrid. He watched as one person dressed as a golden snitch kept repeatedly apologizing for his wings knocking everything over. That was the second best part of the evening so far. The best was when the fire-breathing dragon sneezed on the curtains and lit up the place. The combined power of ten “Aguamenti” spells drenched the entire front half of the room. That had been fantastic.
---
Snape saw the man he was supposed to meet - Captain Jack Sparrow. Like his, it was another muggle costume. So few wizards knew muggle culture that Draco thought it would be easy for them to spot each other. After the war, Snape had developed a taste for muggle movies while he hid away from wizarding society. He wondered if the other wizard knew who he was dressed as.
The man was short and lean. Snape approved. He liked a compact, tight body - shallow as that sounded. He also wanted intelligence and humor but based on past experience, that wasn’t likely.
---
“Aren’t you a little short to be a pirate?” Snape asked, his voice disguised through magical means.
The man looked at him, startled.
Snape wanted to roll his eyes but he spied Draco across the room. Instead, he held out a cup of rum and pumpkin punch. “You look thirsty.”
“Um, yes. Thank you.”
“I’m Stephen,” Snape offered.
“Um...Larry...that’s me,” the man said, haltingly.
So far Snape thought he didn’t seem very bright. He would have left but Draco was watching them.
“Nice muggle reference, by the way,” Larry said. “I love Star Wars.”
Snape decided to stay.
---
“Care to dance?” Snape asked.
Larry nodded. Snape led him to the dance floor. They were quiet but oddly Snape didn’t mind. He liked companionable silences. He also liked the way their bodies fit together. Also, Larry smelled good...really good.
“I like your cologne.” Snape never started a conversation but for once he wasn’t ready to leave.
“Thanks. It’s a muggle one I got in New York.”
Snape was intrigued. Most wizards rarely ventured into muggle territory. “Is that where you saw Star Wars?” It wasn’t Snape’s favorite movie, but it had its own charms, much like this man.
---
After hours of discussing movies and Larry’s anxious admission to recently returning to the wizarding world, Snape felt a kinship with him. Draco may have finally found the right man.
“There’s a Hitchcock marathon in London next weekend. Would you like to attend?”
“Don’t you want to wait until midnight when we are supposed to reveal who we are?” Larry asked.
“No...I wish.to continue this but am...concerned you might not want to go when you learn who I am.”
“Me, too,” Larry said nervously.
“So let’s decide now. Whoever we are, we give this a chance.”
“OK.”
---
The clock rang midnight and all the magical costumes disappeared, revealing the wizarding party goers to each other. Snape removed his mask. Larry used magic to remove the muggle make-up that hid his own pale skin and took the wig off to reveal messy dark hair.
Snape was shocked. No one had seen Harry Potter in well over 15 years. No wonder he wanted this to be private.
The stillness broke when a voice rang out, “Severus!” Draco yelled as he walked toward them. “I’m so sorry that Oliver didn’t make it!” He stopped suddenly. “Potter? Is that really you?”
---
Harry turned as if he was about to bolt. Snape grabbed his arm. “Wait. You promised.”
Harry stopped. “You still want to…?”
Snape was surprised. He thought Harry wouldn’t have been interested but it seemed as if Harry thought Snape might not be. He answered, “Yes. Do you with me? I can’t imagine you would want anything to do with me.”
Harry smiled softly. “I guess I did promise.” And Snape could see the man the Boy-Who-Lived became and wanted to know him better.
Snape then turned towards Draco. “And really...Oliver Wood? That’s who you set me up with?”