I took prompts, and I'll be posting the resultant drabbles as I complete them.

11. rhiannonmr prompted me with Snape/Harry: closing time, pub.

A Thirst for Company (PG-13; Snarry; 150 words)

"You, er, you don't have to go home, that is, if you'd like to come . . . home with me."

Severus gaped at Potter. Was he propositioning him? Surely not. Their unexpected conversation had gone well, but not that well, not so well that the boy—all right, the young man—was interested in—

"I suppose I shouldn't have ask—"

"Wait!" Severus insisted, catching Potter by the wrist. "What are you asking me?"

Harry snorted. "To come home and shag me senseless—er, after another drink or two, if that's what you want."

Severus' grip tightened. "I'm not thirsty."

Potter's face fell. "Well, then I suppose you should let me go," he said, attempting to jerk free his wrist from Severus' grasp.

"I didn't say that I was opposed to shagging you, you idiot."

The grin that lit Potter's features then was only one of myriad reasons that Severus decided never to let him go.