On a Rainy Day
Harry/Snape, Snarry
A/N: It's short, messy and slightly odd, but enjoy!
It finally happened on a rainy day.
A completely soaked Severus Snape was quickly walking down a deserted Diagon Alley. His arms were full of newly bought potions ingredients, wrapped up neatly into small packages. He desperately tried to cover them from the rain with his black cloak. Severus sighed and berated himself for leaving his wand at home, making him unable to cast a charm strong enough to fully protect them from the rain. Yes, as unbelievable as it sounds, Severus Snape had forgotten to bring his wand.
Being occupied by his wet ingredients, Severus failed to notice a person stepping out of the shop he just passed. It was not until he heard his name being called that his attention was ripped from his burden and he turned around to face them.
Before he could stop it, his heart skipped a beat.
Harry Potter was not happy. In fact he would even go as far as to describe his emotional state as slightly depressed. It was exactly three months and nine days since he had experienced the greatest kiss of his life. With no hope of a repeat in sight.
Feeling restless and lovesick, Harry had continuously tried to occupy his mind with other matters, but all attempts had failed so far. At the moment he was in a small shop in Diagon Alley that sold various kinds of yarn. His current attempt to busy himself was to take up knitting, but, maybe not completely unexpectedly, he was rubbish at it. So far his attempts at knitting had resulted in eight woolen socks and not a single one of them matched enough to be called a pair.
It was when he weighed the choices between a bright orange yarn and a purple one that Harry saw a very familiar shape blur by the shop's window. He quickly dropped the yarn he was holding and hurried out the door.
Severus regretted turning around. He regretted it with his every being, but now it was too late. It was too late and now nothing could stop him from doing what his heart had desired for months, what it still desired.
"Severus…"
Harry was unsure if he really had spoken, but before he knew it he was swept into a tight, though wet, embrace. And no yarn or mismatched socks would be needed to distract him again.
The potions ingredients got ruined by the rain. But that didn't really matter anymore.