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Well, joosetta is doing the 'you drabble, I draw,' and the 'you draw, I drabble' and it's lovely! I got my drabble in, and got a wonderful picture back. This drabble kind of inspired me to work on my gift ficlet, and I think I'll use it in that fic. So, here's the drabble! It's for soobunny, and it's Harry/Snape during the war. Angsty, but PG.
Snape entered slowly, the door clicking behind him. The room was dimly lit, and it’s occupant, Potter, lay curled up on the bed, his back to Severus. He appeared asleep, and Snape didn’t bother him. He sat down quietly in the chair, still wondering why Molly had sent him in here. He was sure that Potter would be angry with him. Spitting fire of hatred was more like it.
He studied Harry as he slept. The marks from the death eaters latest escapades were still visible on Harry’s back, bruises healed so they were faded, scars lining old cuts. Severus didn’t hesitate as his long, spindly fingers reached out, tracing all the scars. He wondered what grand picture they would make.
Harry shifted, and mumbled, waking up. Severus quickly grabbed his hand away.
“Mr. Potter. I am sorry for the recent troubling events,” Severus said, not saying sorry for his actions, but it was enough. He wasn’t sorry for his actions anyway, he had to make a choice, and he thought he had made the right one. He rested his hand on Harry’s shoulder, and Harry found his hand slipping to rest on Severus’.
“Aren’t we all though?”
ETA: I want to see The Village. I've been on it for at least a month. Gah! Can't wait! Hopefully I'll be going to see it this week. Yeah!!!
Snape entered slowly, the door clicking behind him. The room was dimly lit, and it’s occupant, Potter, lay curled up on the bed, his back to Severus. He appeared asleep, and Snape didn’t bother him. He sat down quietly in the chair, still wondering why Molly had sent him in here. He was sure that Potter would be angry with him. Spitting fire of hatred was more like it.
He studied Harry as he slept. The marks from the death eaters latest escapades were still visible on Harry’s back, bruises healed so they were faded, scars lining old cuts. Severus didn’t hesitate as his long, spindly fingers reached out, tracing all the scars. He wondered what grand picture they would make.
Harry shifted, and mumbled, waking up. Severus quickly grabbed his hand away.
“Mr. Potter. I am sorry for the recent troubling events,” Severus said, not saying sorry for his actions, but it was enough. He wasn’t sorry for his actions anyway, he had to make a choice, and he thought he had made the right one. He rested his hand on Harry’s shoulder, and Harry found his hand slipping to rest on Severus’.
“Aren’t we all though?”
ETA: I want to see The Village. I've been on it for at least a month. Gah! Can't wait! Hopefully I'll be going to see it this week. Yeah!!!