This is an AU, one-shot. Any chapter added to it, will also be written in the style of a one-shot, connected only by the subject matter and theme. I know that defies the definition of a one-shot, but that's how it's working out for me. This fic was inspired by a picture (pic fic), which this site will not let me link or show you. It's basically a pic of Sev looking great in a modern suit.
Harry had waited years to see this sight. And this date. It hadn't been easy, befriending Snape after the war and firmly planting himself in his life. Against all advice and against the pleas of his friends, he was the one to ask for the first date. He was the one to initiate the first kiss. How they'd proven everyone wrong. Not only was Snape human beneath all those iron-black layers, he was a warm, great lover. And now Harry took tremendous delight in seeing their wedding guests eat their words.
Sev may have had a few too many drinks to get him through the reception, but he'd done it for Harry. The sight of him in a modern suit, shirt open at the collar, and dark eyes glinting with thinly veiled intoxication, made Harry proud to show him off.
Harry was supposed to be the younger, pretty one, but all eyes were on Snape, who tolerated it by keeping his eyes on Harry. To Snape, this was still just a room full of idiots who'd been made to see how wrong they were, and a traditional wedding hadn't been his first choice. He'd done it for Harry. They both knew the reception couldn't last forever. This was Harry's night to show off the man he'd married. None of their guests had ever suspected that such a prince lurked beneath a teacher's tight composure.
When he and Harry looked at one another from across the room, through a film of champagne glasses and desire, their guests blushed for them. Everyone saw Harry's eyes promise to pay the price in full, for such cooperation from Severus.
(There is a chapter 2)
Top stories by this writer are in the Unbearable Series.
