Fic: To Just Touch
Title: To Just Touch
Author: lemondropseven
Pairing: Snarry
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Warnings: None
Summary: Severus pursues a hobby; Harry questions him about it.
A/N: I do not own Harry Potter and company. Written for snarry_ldws, week 5. Thanks to nix-this for wonderful suggestions and comma wrangling, and to brittanyksduh for helping me bounce plot bunnies around even though she's not an HP fan. ♥
Genre: Post-war
Prompt: Philately, the study of stamps, post cards, etc.
Harry walked into the Headmaster’s office, calling out, “Severus! I found it!” He looked around the room, pulling a plain package from his pocket.
“Severus?”
Shrugging, he laid it on the desk and made his way to the private rooms connected to the office. Changing into sweatpants and a t-shirt, Harry shuffled back into the office to find Severus impatiently waiting for him.
“Hey, there you are.”
Severus acknowledged him with a nod when Harry plopped down in the chair, sighing. “I must’ve flooed through half of England looking for this.” Snatching up the package, he started to unwrap it. “And to actually obtain it, I had to take a taxi, ‘cause the bloke who owned it is a Muggle.”
Carefully placing the stamp in front of Severus, who was practically vibrating with restrained excitement, Harry muttered, “You’re not even listening to me.”
Severus leaned over the desk, a bare inch away from the delicate, rare stamp, focused on the minute details interesting only to philatelists. “Of course, I’m listening to you,” he replied absently.
Harry rolled his eyes. “I don’t know why you waste your time on such a pointless hobby, anyway.” Realizing his mistake instantly, he sucked in a breath at his careless, cruel words.
Severus tore his attention away from his new treasure, pinning Harry with a look he hadn’t seen in decades; the piercing glare hadn’t lost any of its strength.
“I have nothing but time to waste,” Severus hissed.
In the years since the War-through the arguments, misunderstandings, and endless nights dreaming of the impossible-Harry had never wanted to reach out and just touch his friend more than he did at that moment.
The ghost of Severus Snape floated through the wall, leaving him alone.
Harry whispered his apology to the empty room.
Author: lemondropseven
Pairing: Snarry
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Warnings: None
Summary: Severus pursues a hobby; Harry questions him about it.
A/N: I do not own Harry Potter and company. Written for snarry_ldws, week 5. Thanks to nix-this for wonderful suggestions and comma wrangling, and to brittanyksduh for helping me bounce plot bunnies around even though she's not an HP fan. ♥
Genre: Post-war
Prompt: Philately, the study of stamps, post cards, etc.
Harry walked into the Headmaster’s office, calling out, “Severus! I found it!” He looked around the room, pulling a plain package from his pocket.
“Severus?”
Shrugging, he laid it on the desk and made his way to the private rooms connected to the office. Changing into sweatpants and a t-shirt, Harry shuffled back into the office to find Severus impatiently waiting for him.
“Hey, there you are.”
Severus acknowledged him with a nod when Harry plopped down in the chair, sighing. “I must’ve flooed through half of England looking for this.” Snatching up the package, he started to unwrap it. “And to actually obtain it, I had to take a taxi, ‘cause the bloke who owned it is a Muggle.”
Carefully placing the stamp in front of Severus, who was practically vibrating with restrained excitement, Harry muttered, “You’re not even listening to me.”
Severus leaned over the desk, a bare inch away from the delicate, rare stamp, focused on the minute details interesting only to philatelists. “Of course, I’m listening to you,” he replied absently.
Harry rolled his eyes. “I don’t know why you waste your time on such a pointless hobby, anyway.” Realizing his mistake instantly, he sucked in a breath at his careless, cruel words.
Severus tore his attention away from his new treasure, pinning Harry with a look he hadn’t seen in decades; the piercing glare hadn’t lost any of its strength.
“I have nothing but time to waste,” Severus hissed.
In the years since the War-through the arguments, misunderstandings, and endless nights dreaming of the impossible-Harry had never wanted to reach out and just touch his friend more than he did at that moment.
The ghost of Severus Snape floated through the wall, leaving him alone.
Harry whispered his apology to the empty room.