bleedingangel84 | Settling the Terms (Reply)

Title: Settling the Terms

Beta: None

Pairing: Harry/Severus

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Mentions of drinking and crossdressing

Word Count: 365

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.

Written for: hogwarts365 Prompt #121-“Learn from yesterday, live for today, and hope for tomorrow.”; Stage; Champagne

Notes: Follows Bets and Revelations. I have no idea why Harry/Severus was playing in my brain today, but it was. I’m still not that great at Snarry, so I’m sorry if this is doesn’t quite measure up.

Summary: Harry talks Severus into making good on their wager.

Settling the Terms

“I won our bet, Severus."

“So, young Weasley’s head didn’t explode at the news that you were associating with me? I’m shocked,” Severus commented drily.

Harry’s eyes were alight with wicked mischief when he answered. “You know what that means: You have to wear a skirt! You promised me.”

“Clearly, I should learn to keep my mouth closed when I’ve had too much to drink. That champagne went right to my head.”

“We were celebrating the fact that your wounds have finally healed.”

“You ought not hold me to that bet. I was clearly not in my right mind when we made it, or I never would’ve agreed to wear a skirt.”

“Please, Severus. For me? You’re the one always saying you want to practise living for the day, yes?” Harry pointed out, throwing in a pout for good measure.

“Potter, pull that lip up before you trip over it. I swear to Merlin, you are dramatic enough to be on a stage in the West End sometimes.”

“But you love me?”

“I’m quite fond of you, though Merlin knows why.”

“I keep your life interesting, and you know it.”

“You are quite the amusing diversion, I grant you. “

“Am I not more than that?” Harry wondered aloud, feeling his stomach flutter nervously in anticipation of Severus’s answer.

“You know you are. Why must you make me say it?”

“I like hearing that I mean something to you, Severus. It gives me hope for the future.”

“You needn’t fear for our future, Harry. When I make promises, I keep them. “

The older man looked into the eyes of the younger, allowing every emotion he felt to transmit through his dark ebony eyes. Harry felt as if some force of tangible and undeniable strength was drawing the two of them together, causing him to gasp as their lips met in a sincere kiss that made warmth spread throughout his body. He sighed deeply, feeling overwhelmed by the emotion swamping him. However, when he did manage to speak, his voice was playful and somewhat wheedling.

“Does that mean you’ll wear the skirt?”

“You’re near-Slytherin in your cunning, Harry.”

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes.’”