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bleedingangel84Title: Champagne
Author: bleedingangel84
Beta: None
Pairing: Harry/Severus
Rating: PG
Warnings: Drinking, Slight sexual suggestion
Word Count: 365
Written for; hogwarts365 Prompt #173- “And now we welcome the new year, full of things that have never been”― Rainer Maria Rilke; Untransfigure; Insecure
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.Notes: I have no idea where this came from, but I hope readers like it.
Summary: Harry and Severus bond over champagne
Champagne
“And now we welcome the new year, full of things that have never been. May your year be filled with all manner of positive and pleasant things.”
“I’d have found it very pleasant indeed not to have attended this infernal Ministry gala,” Harry grumbled to himself, unaware that he was being overheard.
“I have to say, I agree Potter.”
“Professor Snape! What are you doing here?! I—not that you aren’t welcome, of course, I’m glad you’re here, but—”
“Do take a breath, Potter. I imagine we are here for the same reasons.”
“Did Hermione drag you here too, then?” Harry asked curiously.
“Minerva McGonagall. She threatened to turn me into a shrubbery if I missed this year’s gala. And since my ability to untransfigure objects is rather lacking, I thought it best to come and…endure this yearly debacle. How did Granger get you here, then?”
“Oh, in the usual way: ‘Harry, you saved everyone. They just want to thank you. It’s only right that you let them.’ I should have just told her to stuff it.”
“She thinks that saving the world puts you under more obligations to the people in it? That is rather ludicrous, even for a Gryffindor.”
“She meant well, I know. But sometimes I think she takes advantage of the fact that I had an insecure childhood.”
“Why do you let her?”
“Because she doesn’t do it out of malice. She just wants what she feels is best for me. And the champagne is good. I figured that even if I had a miserable time, if I drank enough, I could forget it.”
“It seems we had similar thought patterns, then. Merlin help me.”
Harry snorted in wry amusement, offering a champagne flute from a tray carried by a passing house elf.
“Here’s to similar thought patterns.”
“Cheers, Potter.”
“That wasn’t so terrible, was it?”
“Not entirely. But if you drink too much of that, you’ll have a hangover.”
“And you won’t?”
“Hangover Potion.”
“What makes you think I didn’t take one?”
“Your eyes are glassy, and you are flushed. It seemed a natural conclusion.”
“What if I were to tell you it has nothing to do with alcohol?”