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Summer Loves
Title: Summer Loves
Author: Patolozka
Beta-read: lovetoseverus
Word Count: 5x100 plus or minus (it´s difficult to hold the count for me, sorry...)
Rating(s): G
Challenge: Written for snarry100 prompt 382: Summer Loving.
Warning(s): None
Disclamer: Don't own the characters. No profit is being made from this story.
A/N: The drabble was better when I wrote it shorter, but it wouldn't stop at 100 words a piece, so I had to prolong it... Hope you like it even so.
Summary: Snape met every one of Potter's summer loves, only Harry has never had one. Severus' POV.
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The first time I met Potter and his amazing girlfriend was on holiday between the Hogwarts hero's third and fourth school years. I had to visit the Quidditch Championship and I caught sight of them – with the Weasley family, of course. It was Granger by his side, the famous know-it-all with curly hair and really big teeth. I wasn't surprised, not at all – every student and all of the staff knew they were inseparable, like some kind of Siamese twins.
So, I came near them and sneered. “Your first summer love, Potter?”
The boy only blinked and then he shook his head.
ooOoo
The second time fell at the end of term, after the unfortunate finish of the Triwizard Tournament and the Dark Lord's return.
Children were standing at the train station in Hogsmeade, waiting for the Hogwarts Express to finally take them home; to enjoy their holidays and do silly, meaningless bullshit with their parents.
Potter, however, was cuddled with that pretty Chang girl. She was crying like a baby. I had to snort.
“Leaving your summer love to her fate, Potter?”
I saw disbelief in green eyes before he shook his head and turned away to give her his last goodbye. True Gryffindor, indeed.
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The next occasion happened a month after Black's pitiful death, at number twelve, Grimmauld Place. One of the meetings of The Order of the Phoenix took place there. I had to attend and report what happened.
I found Potter with the young, red-haired, freckled girl, Ginevra Weasley. I couldn't help myself, I had to laugh at the view on the stairs.
“Your newly chosen summer love, Potter?”
I couldn't interpret what I saw in his eyes apart from anger and despair. I turned around and walked away, to Hogwarts, to my solitary place where no green-eyed, scarred devil could haunt me.
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The fourth time was after our retreat from the Astronomy Tower. I was in pain, I was distressed, I was filled with immense fury because of the Headmaster's last wish, because of the Dark Lord's orders, because of everyone, including myself. I was almost broken...
I knocked Potter down with my own charm. I came close to him and whispered, “No summer love, Potter? Only a Half-Blood Prince this year?”
I saw the recognition in his face. I left him where he was lying and returned to my Lord. I had a job that needed to be done.
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The last time was in the summer, about two months after the final battle. I'd survived, he'd survived – the two of us had such luck.
Potter entered my office and I smirked on impulse.
“Looking for your summer love, Potter?”
“No,” he answered immediately, for the first time ever. I was interested in what that change meant.
“No? No what?” I challenged him mockingly.
“No, not a summer love. A relationship, Headmaster,” he said, and grasped my hand without permission. I could feel his breath on my skin. “Till the end of my life...”
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