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Charity auction -- who wouldn't pay tons of galleons for a couple of evenings with Harry Potter? Harry's very reluctant to be auctioned off, but does it for the charity. He convinces Snape to save him from the crazy fangirls by bribing him and giving him his own money for the bidding.
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читать дальше"Oh no," said Snape again, "I'm just an innocent bystander in the wild landscape of your imagination."
"It's brilliant," Harry said, taking no notice of Snape's objections.
"It's mad," Snape rebutted, waving a hand in front of Harry's face as if he'd caught him sleepwalking. "Potter!" Harry blinked and looked at Snape. "Don't you see that if I bid on you—if any man bids on you—everyone will think you're—"
Harry could almost see the list of socially acceptable euphemisms being examined and discarded. "Gay?" he suggested helpfully.
"Queer," decided Snape.
Harry shrugged.
Snape stared at him a moment. "Oh." He sat back in his chair.
"You don't, er, mind, do you?" Harry said as Snape continued to stare. When no answer made it past Snape's slightly agape lips, Harry went on. "Because I notice that you don't mention any objection to bidding on me since everyone will think you're, um—"
"Gay," said Snape though Harry couldn't tell if it was a question or not.
"Queer," Harry finished.
They stared at each other. Snape was the one who looked away first, staring down into his tea cup as if searching the dregs for divination inspiration. "I suppose it's too late to mention the 'in love with your mother' thing?" Snape said without much hope. сам фик тут:
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