Two drabbles: Twice Damned, Summer | PG | Snapeslash
Just found these sitting around on my hard drive, and figured I should probably, y'know, actually POST them. I have no idea how long ago I wrote these.
TITLE: Twice Damned
WORD COUNT: 100
A/N: Feedback hugely welcome.
CHALLENGE: Snape makes another bad choice.
He watches you, and it makes your shoulders itch while you write on the slate.
He's staring when you turn around. Granger, the annoying little swot, studies him and frowns in your direction. She knows something's different, but can't guess what. If you have anything to say about it, she'll never know.
It was a suicidal impulse, you think, and They’ll kill me… The others see your curled lip as a precursor to some especially nasty classwork. They duck your hot black gaze. He doesn’t. He wants you to see him.
"Mister Weasley. Detention. Tonight."
He smiles. "All right, Professor."
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TITLE: Summer
WORD COUNT: 100
CHALLENGE: Ink
A/N: Feedback hugely welcome.
It was Harry's fault they were at Hogwarts that summer. They could've been in Spain like civilised Wizards, or touring America, or anywhere else.
It'll be nice, Severus. We'll have the place to ourselves, Severus, Snape recalled, annoyed, and glared at his husband.
Harry snickered. "It isn't the end of the world."
Snape refused to respond. Lake water was cold, and he wasn't twenty-two anymore...
Harry became suddenly serious. "What's that?"
The pair were jerked across the Lake. "We've been discovered by the Squid. Bloody hell."
Harry grabbed Snape's shoulder. "I think it likes you. You've got black on you."
TITLE: Twice Damned
WORD COUNT: 100
A/N: Feedback hugely welcome.
CHALLENGE: Snape makes another bad choice.
He watches you, and it makes your shoulders itch while you write on the slate.
He's staring when you turn around. Granger, the annoying little swot, studies him and frowns in your direction. She knows something's different, but can't guess what. If you have anything to say about it, she'll never know.
It was a suicidal impulse, you think, and They’ll kill me… The others see your curled lip as a precursor to some especially nasty classwork. They duck your hot black gaze. He doesn’t. He wants you to see him.
"Mister Weasley. Detention. Tonight."
He smiles. "All right, Professor."
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TITLE: Summer
WORD COUNT: 100
CHALLENGE: Ink
A/N: Feedback hugely welcome.
It was Harry's fault they were at Hogwarts that summer. They could've been in Spain like civilised Wizards, or touring America, or anywhere else.
It'll be nice, Severus. We'll have the place to ourselves, Severus, Snape recalled, annoyed, and glared at his husband.
Harry snickered. "It isn't the end of the world."
Snape refused to respond. Lake water was cold, and he wasn't twenty-two anymore...
Harry became suddenly serious. "What's that?"
The pair were jerked across the Lake. "We've been discovered by the Squid. Bloody hell."
Harry grabbed Snape's shoulder. "I think it likes you. You've got black on you."