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A Matter Of Convenience by Switchknife (PG-13)
Fandom: HARRY POTTER
Pairing: Snape/Hagrid
Author LJ:
switchknife
Author Website: Weapon of Choice
Why this must be read:
Because it has a lovely Snape, an amusing Hagrid, and is both believable and sweet. It's more like preslash, but subtly done.
It was like a different world in here. Warm and close and... singed--well--that was one thing Hagrid's hut did have in common with his dungeons. The stench of exploded potions and charred cauldrons were so familiar to Snape by now that the air here, thickened with dragon-induced smoke, didn't even bother him.
'Why did ye say ye were leavin' before, Pr'fessor?' Hagrid asked as he poured them both cups of what Snape knew, from past experience, to be three parts alcohol and one part tea.
'I thought...' And here Snape suddenly felt uncomfortable again, and he reached into his robe pocket to clutch his little vial of mugwump as though it were a charm against blushing. 'I thought that you had company.'
And why the ruddy hell was he sounding diffident? Snapes don't sound diffident. No Snape, not even his unassuming, Muggle-marrying Uncle Hephaestus, had ever sounded diffident.
Snape managed to dredge up an appropriate sneer.
A Matter Of Convenience
Pairing: Snape/Hagrid
Author LJ:
Author Website: Weapon of Choice
Why this must be read:
Because it has a lovely Snape, an amusing Hagrid, and is both believable and sweet. It's more like preslash, but subtly done.
It was like a different world in here. Warm and close and... singed--well--that was one thing Hagrid's hut did have in common with his dungeons. The stench of exploded potions and charred cauldrons were so familiar to Snape by now that the air here, thickened with dragon-induced smoke, didn't even bother him.
'Why did ye say ye were leavin' before, Pr'fessor?' Hagrid asked as he poured them both cups of what Snape knew, from past experience, to be three parts alcohol and one part tea.
'I thought...' And here Snape suddenly felt uncomfortable again, and he reached into his robe pocket to clutch his little vial of mugwump as though it were a charm against blushing. 'I thought that you had company.'
And why the ruddy hell was he sounding diffident? Snapes don't sound diffident. No Snape, not even his unassuming, Muggle-marrying Uncle Hephaestus, had ever sounded diffident.
Snape managed to dredge up an appropriate sneer.
A Matter Of Convenience
