Title: Beaky
Word
Count: 100
Characters/Pairings: Draco, Snape
Author's
Notes: My favorite crazy theory. This scenario has been in my
mind for years. Originally written for hp100 on
6-11-2006.
"What? How are we going to get a room at an inn?"
"Shut up, Draco," Snape growled.
The receptionist looked up. "What d'yer… I mean, hello, and how can I help you?"
Draco gaped. Had Snape always been this attractive? His nose was distinguished, not grotesque. And his hair wasn't greasy, it was silky. He longed to run his fingers through it…
Before he knew it, they had been hustled into a room free of charge. Snape answered before Draco could ask.
"Veela, on my mother's side."
"Really, sir? I never guessed."
"How did you think I got this nose?"