SIMple Reflections of Life

Harry glanced over at the main table in the study of the rooms he shared with his new husband Draco. He and Dray hadn\'t had very many evenings alone, it seemed every time he looked about Draco had his nose buried in one of those dusty old tomes, working on something he wouldn\'t talk to Harry about. He supposed he hadn\'t found what he wanted, for tonight he\'d asked his old mentor, Severus Snape, to come over and help him to find what it is he desired.



Harry had offered to help two days ago and Draco had simply told him that he had other help coming. He should have known who it would be. Draco had been over at that table every waking hour this weekend. Harry had given up trying to get his attention, and had broken out his computer game to play.



He\'d brought the pair tea and biscuits but that had gotten him a smile from Draco and a sneer from Severus. That man drove him insane. He wasn\'t even sure why he tried anymore.



He sighed and allowed the game to load up, then began to work on a new character. If he couldn\'t be friends with him in life, maybe he\'d just make a character for his Sims game and have his Sim character make friends with him. Hm. How to make him, though? He started up the character designer and began to make his selections.



Gender: Male

Skin Tone: Pale, sallow.

Eye color. What color were Severus\' eyes, anyway? What the hell, he\'d make \'em really dark brown.

Hair? Harry began to flip through the hair styles, examining each then passing over each of them offhandedly; they\'d never do. Well, this longhaired look wasn\'t bad. The ponytail was just not Severus\' style.

Nose: long and pointed.

Face: angular.

Build: Slim.



Harry was so focused on creating his character representation of Snape he did not notice when Draco and Snape left the room. He finally noticed when he glanced about, then he sighed and shrugged. Ah, well. He\'d have Draco back once this potion that was obsessing all of his time was done. Usually the focused part of the preparation of potions didn\'t take longer than, what, a week?



Except for regular tending, that was. Merlin, he might have to put up with that snarky presence around for weeks.



He clicked to save the character then went into his neighborhood, placing Severus Snape\'s Sim into a little bachelor apartment and ensuring he had a phone. Once he had the home set, he exited and went back to the neighborhood, then opened his Potter-Malfoy family to play.



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After a while of playing, he glanced over and the two were back; neither seemed to be paying him the slightest bit of attention. He looked back at the screen and clicked on SimHarry, having him offer SimSeverus a gift. He chose several more actions, then pushed the computer back. He had to go use the loo!



Severus watched Harry out the corner of his eye, waiting until the younger wizard rose from the table and left his computer running. He smirked and rose, moving over to the computer, taking the mouse in hand.



Draco watched him a moment, curious. Severus clicked several times, turned down the volume, and then returned calmly to his seat again. "Severus, what are you doing?"



"Have you found that reference to Pomegranate essential oils yet? I need that in order to assist you, Draco. Focus, please." Severus said, redirecting his thoughts back to the potion. "You wanted this by the end of the month, did you not?"



"Well, of course! Damn it I know where I saw that…" Draco was curious about what Severus had done, but applied himself to the potion. This was one he was making for a very special customer and he did not intend to delay it a moment longer than absolutely necessary.



Harry returned to the room, sitting down at his seat. He stared at the screen in disbelief as SimSeverus and SimHarry leapt at each other, suddenly vanishing in a cloud of dust as fists flew and a fight broke out between them. He watched, trying to break up the fight; SimDraco stood by, panicking as the fight proceeded. When the fight ended, SimHarry was crying and SimSeverus stalked away and out of the house.



"Bloody hell!" Harry murmured, looking at the screen in disbelief. He\'d told SimHarry to make friends with SimSeverus, not fight! What had happened?!



"What\'s wrong, Harry…?" Draco asked, looking over.



"Hum? Oh. Nothing; it\'s nothing…" he mumbled, still glaring at the screen. SimHarry was infuriated with SimSeverus; it would take quite a while before he was able to work up to even mutual dislike! Disgusted, he turned off the computer and slipped it away, moving out of the room.



Draco looked pointedly at Severus, who ignored him for several long moments. Finally he looked up with a very calm expression, the faintest of smirks touching his lips.



"What did you do, Severus…?" Draco asked.



"Let us just say I injected a bit of reality into his simulated life." He said blandly, his smile growing. "If your husband intends to be friends with me, real or simulated, he\'s going to have to put a LOT of work into it."