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I don't know what's gotten into me but I've written my first ever drabble. I'm looking for someone to blame for this but I'm coming up cold on this one.
"This is about war, Harry. War and death and the fear that you're not going to wake up tomorrow. Or, worse, that we'll lose."
"It's not about any of that. Can't it just be about love?"
"Typical of you to make it sound so easy." His voice gave away no more than usual, but Harry could sense uncertainty bubbling beneath the surface of the professor's cool gaze.
"Perhaps it's the only thing that is." Harry brushed a strand of hair from Severus' brow and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. "Perhaps it's the only thing that ever will be."
Yes. Okay. There it is.
"This is about war, Harry. War and death and the fear that you're not going to wake up tomorrow. Or, worse, that we'll lose."
"It's not about any of that. Can't it just be about love?"
"Typical of you to make it sound so easy." His voice gave away no more than usual, but Harry could sense uncertainty bubbling beneath the surface of the professor's cool gaze.
"Perhaps it's the only thing that is." Harry brushed a strand of hair from Severus' brow and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. "Perhaps it's the only thing that ever will be."
Yes. Okay. There it is.