pekeleke

Title: Arriving At Perfection.

Rating : G

Author: pekeleke

Word Count: 400

Challenge: Written for snarry_100 ( DW, IJ, LJ ) prompt challenge 400: Special. For this challenge only, you are allowed to write a 400 word ficlet, or even a set of 400 word ficlets. And of course, as usual, if you want to do 4 sets of 100 word drabbles, go for it.

Warnings: None.

Disclaimer: Don't own these characters. No money is being made out of this work.

Summary: Severus Snape arrives at perfection in the blink of green eyes.

A/N: I want to dedicate this particular drabble to my dear friend pat, (patolozka ) who so patiently puts up with my shameless begging for her snarry drabbles and every so often pampers me by writing one just for me. I've been thinking about returning the favor for a while, pat, so here it is: a drabble just for you. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it, my friend. <3

Arriving At Perfection.

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Severus' determination crumbles on his way to the owlery. His fingers tighten around the match-making questionnaire that he's forced himself to fill as he struggles with unwelcome second thoughts.

His dark eyes widen with panic and he suddenly freezes, certain that he's making a mistake. This can't be the right way to find himself a companion. He wants... No. Needs to find someone special. He's been increasingly lonely these past years, first embroiled in a war that almost destroyed him and then recovering from his wounds, his guilt, the shock of his survival. It's been hell. All of it. And he's endured it alone. Always alone. Always so terribly alone...

He's decided to start playing the romantic game, only... he's absolute pants at it. Seducing men has never been his problem. It's keeping them past breakfast that defeats him. He knows he needs professional help, yet his inner Hufflepuff insists that this isn't be the right way to find a partner and the idea of sending out this questionnaire is making him feel pathetic.

'I don't want to be matched to some idiot with a six pack, a fake suntan and a bright smile. I want to fall in love all by myself. I want to look into a man's eyes and know that he's The One. I want to feel my heart pound a mile-a-minute while a thousand butterflies flutter wildly inside my tummy. I want to feel the magic of romance, not settle for someone... compatible.'

“Are you alright, Severus?” Potter's voice, coming from directly behind him, startles him and he turns towards his colleague without realizing how very close they are standing to one another.

His gaze clashes with concerned emerald eyes and time itself stands still as he gasps and stares at this man he's known for years with incredulous disbelief.

“Potter...” He croaks shakily, feeling uncharacteristically tongue-tied in the presence of... The One.

“What is it? You look awfully pale, Severus...” Potter frowns, grabbing his elbow with obvious concern and Severus' shocked gaze widens as he feels that small touch burn him clear to the bone.

“It's you, Potter.” He whispers dazedly. ”It has always been you...”

“You're not making any sense... Is everything alright? You are not hurt, are you?” Potter looks frantic with worry and Severus suddenly realizes that he isn't the only one feeling... attraction.

“I'm fine, Po...-Harry. Everything is finally... perfect.”