A Game of Fate (слэш)

"Imagine this—I called Ginny by the wrong name in bed."
A flicker of a glance downward.
He could swear that Snape’s fingers—tight around his cup—had gone even paler than usual.
"I see," Snape said flatly.
"Your name, Professor," Harry murmured.
Notes: Read the original fic in Russian here
 
Dear Snarry shippers,
Here comes another completed Snarry fic for you—dripping with tension, unspoken emotions, and all the delicious drama you love. The passage of time in this story is slow, thick as honey—be prepared for that. Every word lingers, every moment stretches; the entire fic unfolds over just a few hours within this dense, intoxicating world.
Your feedback means the world to me, and I’d be beyond grateful to find a beta among you to help refine this translation to perfection. Every comment feels like a celebration, and I cherish each and every one.
The stunning cover art for this fic was created by the wonderful keterok.
 
⚠️ ACHTUNG! ⚠️
I'm a Russian author, which means my familiarity with AO3’s interface and microflora is… questionable at best. 🤡 I might not fully understand some niche tags or fandom traditions, so if something unexpectedly triggers you—please know it’s not intentional, just me wandering through the fog. Instead of grabbing pitchforks, feel free to give me a heads-up. Thanks for your understanding. Now, let’s step into the dark. 🖤

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Chapter 1: Sincerity Chapter Text
 
From the heights of a London high-rise, the bustling square below resembled a sprawling, multicoloured anthill. The ants—Londoners, to be precise—never stopped moving. Each was rushing somewhere, for some unfathomable reason, and the sight of it all m