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When He Says Nothing At All.
Title: When He Says Nothing At All.
Author: pekeleke
Pairing(s): Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Challenge: Written for hogwarts365 Prompt #297#2: Cope.
Rating: G
Length: 365
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Don't own these characters. I make no profit from writing fanfiction.
Summary: Commitment. Severus Snape can’t believe he’s about to promise something he never imagined himself offering to another living soul.
A/N: The title of this drabble is a reference to the song “When She Says Nothing At All” written by Paul Overstreet and Don Schlitz.
When He Says Nothing At All.
Severus crosses his rooms briskly when he arrives home, determined to follow through on the impulse that made him brave the relative anonymity of Diagon Alley instead of searching Hogsmeade for the, to his mind, telling item he's purchased.
He enters his cramped bathroom and is in the process of reaching for the pitiful-looking inkwell he'd Engorgioed ages ago to accommodate his toothbrush, when the enormity of his actions finally hits him: commitment. He's about to promise something he never imagined himself offering to another living soul.
Severus hadn't seen the point of buying himself a fancy toothbrush stand when he'd first settled at Hogwarts, or in the twenty years that followed. He hadn't thought his choice of sink accessory odd until Harry saw it for the first time and laughed at its' weirdness.'
Severus had been furious. Their—whatever still too young for him to cope gracefully with his brand-new lover's amusement. Nowadays, Severus realizes that, even back then, Harry had been confident enough in their future to try teasing him.
It's obvious that Harry arrived at the conclusion that they're meant to be long before Severus came to terms with the fact that this thing between them isn't casual anymore. These days they spend more time together than apart. Most of Harry's clothes already reside inside Severus's wardrobe, along with the auror's ratty trainers. The brat's friends Floo Severus's rooms first whenever they're searching for Harry.
Severus grabs the re-purposed inkwell, removes his toothbrush from it and stuffs it inside his recent purchase. He lifts the toothpaste that's wedged behind the faucet, alongside the ridiculous Gryffindor-red toothbrush Harry keeps attaching to the bathroom mirror with a Sticking Charm, and shoves them inside his posh new stand too.
Severus plonks the whole thing on the sink and stands back, admiring his bathroom's new decor. The sight of their toothbrushes sitting side by side comfortably makes him feel unexpectedly emotional. Severus twitches nervously, worrying that Harry will laugh this time around too. Then realizes he's being an idiot. Of course his lover won't laugh. Harry will take one look at the sink and see what Severus is seeing: a home. For both of them. Together.
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that is so severus
and such a nice thing to do
and i am sure harry will know what is going on as well- he can be clever like that!
what a sweet little thing you wrote!
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Also, thank you for pointing out the writers of the song - I only knew the Ronan Keating version, but I like this one much more. (I found a version where there's just an accoustic guitar playing...)
I don't want to go all mushy on you, so I'll just say that I immensely enjoyed reading the latest shenanigans of Severus and Harry and hope that I'll see you and them around again, soon. Their sweetness was sorely missed. (I swear Severus is even more mushy than I am.) :)
(I also hope I'll someday soon find enough incentive to grab a pen or keyboard and actually write down those stories that I keep in my head.)
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I'm thrilled to hear that seeing the announcement that I'd posted a new work made you as happy as seeing your name appear on my inbox when you posted this comment made me. It's good indeed to see you again, my dear friend.
I'm glad that you found a version of this song that you like better than Ronan Keating's. I've heard his version too, and it is probably better known than the older recordings. :)
Yes. It's been ages. I haven't been commenting much lately either. I've been busy writing a multichapter, and I tend to disappear altogether when I'm on 'creative' mode. I hope you're doing well and that life, and fandom in general, have been treating you kindly. I hope you get to write the stories you keep in your head too, whether they're in story form or as small little snippets left on a comment. It's OK if you don't manage it, though. Or if you don't have the time. I'll be content just having you around to chat about our mutual snarry obsession every now and then. :D ;D :D
LOL. I think Severus will probably hex you if he hears you calling him mushy (even though he is) He'll feel honor-bound to defend his precious Slytherin dignity. Hopefully, Harry will distract him with a kiss or two, and he'll forget that we're even there. :D
I feel a bit like a fairy godmother now because I'm about to make your hope to see more of these two come true. As I mentioned before, I've been working on a snarry multichapter for the last two years. I'm in the process of editing the final draft right now, so it's going to hit the web in the next two weeks or so. I'll be posting a chapter a day for about a month, so you're going to get pretty sick of receiving notifications about my work real soon. :D :D :D
Anyway, I'm glad that you enjoyed this little drabble so much. Thanks, as always, for taking the time to both read and review it. Your kind and lovely comment left me smiling from ear to ear.
Hugs, as always,
pekeleke
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