Those Hands, a Drabble
Summary: Sirius doth protest too much.
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“No, crush the beans, don’t cut them, Lily. Like this!” Sniv had lost that awful accent, and today his voice rang baritone; Sirius looked over involuntarily.
Sniv was flushing faintly, those clever hands guiding Evans’s.
Sirius had dreamed about hands…. What had he dreamed? He frowned, trying to remember.
James followed the direction of his frown. “Oily git-he’ll drip grease all over her!”
“He’ll leave great grease marks all over everything,” Sirius agreed fervently.
Slimy, shabby, skinny oddball-ol’ Sniv deserved every insult James and he could invent!
He snuck another look.
Only… those deft hands were oddly impressive.
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A/N: Inspired by Whitehound’s essay “Canon vs. Fanon,” and in particular by her observation that Sirius’s obsessive hatred of Snape seems to boil down to Padfoot’s taking it as a personal affront that he doesn’t find Sev pretty.
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“No, crush the beans, don’t cut them, Lily. Like this!” Sniv had lost that awful accent, and today his voice rang baritone; Sirius looked over involuntarily.
Sniv was flushing faintly, those clever hands guiding Evans’s.
Sirius had dreamed about hands…. What had he dreamed? He frowned, trying to remember.
James followed the direction of his frown. “Oily git-he’ll drip grease all over her!”
“He’ll leave great grease marks all over everything,” Sirius agreed fervently.
Slimy, shabby, skinny oddball-ol’ Sniv deserved every insult James and he could invent!
He snuck another look.
Only… those deft hands were oddly impressive.
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A/N: Inspired by Whitehound’s essay “Canon vs. Fanon,” and in particular by her observation that Sirius’s obsessive hatred of Snape seems to boil down to Padfoot’s taking it as a personal affront that he doesn’t find Sev pretty.