Title: 30 Awkward Situations
Author: stupidmuse_hatesme
Prompt: 31 drabbles for the month of May. Any fandom allowed, one chapter per day (no posting ahead!), gayness required :) 100-1000 words per drabble.
Drabble #28: Easter
Summary: Harry has no idea how he always gets himself into these sorts of things...
Warnings: Absolutely none. Well, yeah. maybe cursing. And possibly sexual type activities. Who knows :D
Rating: For now? PG-13 for cursing.
Length: 355
AUTHORS NOTE: Yes...I will be finishing this. Eventually? :D
Harry waits at the gates of Hogwarts, nervously twirling his wand between his fingers on the dreary and gray morning after all of the other students have left. He and Snape, Harry gulps and lets his gaze skitter to the side, had decided to leave during the actual holiday to avoid the student crush.
The stone grinding into his back and grounding him from his flying anxiousness, Harry hopes that Snape comes. He sighs. At this point, he wouldn't even mind if it was just for his house's sake, and not his.
A tendril of...something, brushes the edges of his mind so he glances up the hill at that castle and locks eyes with the form of the Potions Master striding towards him. Harry is glad there is no sunlight peering through the thick cloud cover, because that would make this cliché almost unbearable. It's bad enough that Snape's stern and steady strides and billowing robes make Harry's breath catch in his throat and his heart flutter like a 14 year old crushing girl.
Snape's impassive face advances on him so Harry pushes off of the gate post and nods companionably, his voice refusing to work. Snape nods back, so Harry whirls on the spot and steps onto the street in front of Grimmauld Place. He strides up the stairs without looking, but he can feel Snape behind him like some sort of magical buffer muffling the general world behind him. He shudders when the house's magic meets his, but he doesn't know whether it's Grimmauld affecting him, or the feel of slender fingers pressing against his back and funneling their magic through his as he opens the door and enters the house.
Easter doesn't really seem to be copping up to being much of a holiday, really, Harry thinks to himself as he tries to convince his body to move away from Snape. If he can survive this without making a total and utter fool of himself, he'll count himself lucky.
Once the door is shut, he turns to the dour professor with a grim smile and asks "So, where shall we begin?"
