June 6 - canard
Pairing: Harry/Snape
Rating: PG
Word of the Day™: canard
Summary: Thoughts on the Daily Prophet and being idolized.
Author’s Note: AU past HBP, sadly. Not that I could’ve known at the time.
“I think there’s something you should see, Harry…” Hermione said, worrying her lip as she set down a copy of the Daily Prophet in front of him at breakfast.
It can’t be any worse than the garbage they’ve already printed on me. Unhinged, psychotic, hormonal, emotional, dating Hermione, making up stories about Voldemort… Harry looked vaguely annoyed as he skimmed the article tucked away in section C (“for Charms!” it proclaimed). He could feel a number of stares boring into the back of his skull, but that wasn’t unusual. He had, after all, aided in the final defeat of Voldemort only a few months previously, and hero worship never seemed to fade in the Wizarding community.
Hermione leaned over again, “It’s just a canard, Harry. They could’ve done a lot worse, after all. I wouldn’t worry about it. Although, really… Snape
And suddenly Harry wondered why there weren’t more than twenty people looking at him. The article stated, in no uncertain terms, that perfect angel Harry Potter was shagging Professor Snape, ex-Death Eater and greasy Potions Master.
The article was an abomination, as per the Prophet’s usual style. If he hadn’t been so appalled at the editor’s gall, he might have laughed. When the article cited some source who had seen the two, “huddled close together, as if in a post-coital cuddle,” Harry snorted. If bypost-coital cuddle they mean “trying desperately to heal each other before another Unforgivable was thrown our way,” then yes. That would be correct.
Harry, looking more amused than resigned sighed, “I guess they had to get something right eventually,” the Gryffindors around him looked shocked. Across the table, Ginny dropped her spoon.
“But they’ve got a few of the details wrong. We weren’t shagging during the war. Severus insists that we wait until after I’ve graduated.
As Harry exited Great Hall, he was more aware of Severus watching him from the staff table than the boggling Gryffindors. He’d endured the prickly feeling of being watched for seventeen years; he would certainly survive another month until the term was over and he could finally make good on some of the things the Prophet had printed
Rating: PG
Word of the Day™: canard
Summary: Thoughts on the Daily Prophet and being idolized.
Author’s Note: AU past HBP, sadly. Not that I could’ve known at the time.
“I think there’s something you should see, Harry…” Hermione said, worrying her lip as she set down a copy of the Daily Prophet in front of him at breakfast.
It can’t be any worse than the garbage they’ve already printed on me. Unhinged, psychotic, hormonal, emotional, dating Hermione, making up stories about Voldemort… Harry looked vaguely annoyed as he skimmed the article tucked away in section C (“for Charms!” it proclaimed). He could feel a number of stares boring into the back of his skull, but that wasn’t unusual. He had, after all, aided in the final defeat of Voldemort only a few months previously, and hero worship never seemed to fade in the Wizarding community.
Hermione leaned over again, “It’s just a canard, Harry. They could’ve done a lot worse, after all. I wouldn’t worry about it. Although, really… Snape
And suddenly Harry wondered why there weren’t more than twenty people looking at him. The article stated, in no uncertain terms, that perfect angel Harry Potter was shagging Professor Snape, ex-Death Eater and greasy Potions Master.
The article was an abomination, as per the Prophet’s usual style. If he hadn’t been so appalled at the editor’s gall, he might have laughed. When the article cited some source who had seen the two, “huddled close together, as if in a post-coital cuddle,” Harry snorted. If bypost-coital cuddle they mean “trying desperately to heal each other before another Unforgivable was thrown our way,” then yes. That would be correct.
Harry, looking more amused than resigned sighed, “I guess they had to get something right eventually,” the Gryffindors around him looked shocked. Across the table, Ginny dropped her spoon.
“But they’ve got a few of the details wrong. We weren’t shagging during the war. Severus insists that we wait until after I’ve graduated.
As Harry exited Great Hall, he was more aware of Severus watching him from the staff table than the boggling Gryffindors. He’d endured the prickly feeling of being watched for seventeen years; he would certainly survive another month until the term was over and he could finally make good on some of the things the Prophet had printed