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snarry100 Drabbles: A Secured Party
Title:A Secured Party
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unbroken_halo
Word Count: 2 X 100
Rating(s): PG
Challenge: #167: Redemption
Warning(s): Fluff
A/N: Alternative definitions of the word used. Thanks toalisanne and eeyore9990 for the once-overs. *smooches*
A Secured Party
Harry stood, biting his lip and nervously rocking back and forth on his heels. The dry air in the room was almost stifling, and he ran a finger around the collar of his robes, swallowing hard, as he cut his eyes up to check the time. The hour of redemption was fast approaching.
As if by magic, the door opened just as the clock struck noon. The chiming of the hour was drowned out by the sound of sharp footsteps on the floor and the fluttering of robes as Severus swiftly entered the room with a parchment in his hand.
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"Took you long enough," Harry whispered.
"I do believe that it is called being 'fashionably late', according to Mister Malfoy. Were you nervous?"
Harry shook his head. "No, not nervous, per se but…" he trailed off, biting his lip again.
Arching a brow, Severus shot Harry a look. "Redemption of this pledge is not something I would renege upon."
Those words were as close to a declaration as Harry could possibly receive from Severus. Softly breathing a sigh of relief, Harry took Severus's hand as they faced the magistrate.
A small smirk curled Severus's lips, and he squeezed Harry's fingers.
Author:
unbroken_haloWord Count: 2 X 100
Rating(s): PG
Challenge: #167: Redemption
Warning(s): Fluff
A/N: Alternative definitions of the word used. Thanks to
alisanne and eeyore9990 for the once-overs. *smooches*Harry stood, biting his lip and nervously rocking back and forth on his heels. The dry air in the room was almost stifling, and he ran a finger around the collar of his robes, swallowing hard, as he cut his eyes up to check the time. The hour of redemption was fast approaching.
As if by magic, the door opened just as the clock struck noon. The chiming of the hour was drowned out by the sound of sharp footsteps on the floor and the fluttering of robes as Severus swiftly entered the room with a parchment in his hand.
"Took you long enough," Harry whispered.
"I do believe that it is called being 'fashionably late', according to Mister Malfoy. Were you nervous?"
Harry shook his head. "No, not nervous, per se but…" he trailed off, biting his lip again.
Arching a brow, Severus shot Harry a look. "Redemption of this pledge is not something I would renege upon."
Those words were as close to a declaration as Harry could possibly receive from Severus. Softly breathing a sigh of relief, Harry took Severus's hand as they faced the magistrate.
A small smirk curled Severus's lips, and he squeezed Harry's fingers.
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