Fic: Warning Signs
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alisanneTitle: Warning Signs
Author:alisanne
Rating: PG
Pairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Pomona Sprout/Xiomara Hooch (implied).
Word Count: 365
Genre: Romance
Warnings: None
A/N: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hogwarts365's prompt #36: Pomona Sprout, Soul.
The next part of my In Vino Veritas Series.
It's also continued from Chance Encounter (LJ/IJ/DW), The Road to His Door (LJ/IJ/DW), The Drunken Truth (LJ/IJ/DW), The Great Pretender (LJ/IJ/DW), Planned Experimentation (LJ/IJ/DW), Losing the Armour (LJ/IJ/DW), No Turning Back (LJ/IJ/DW), Regaining His Senses (LJ/IJ/DW), and Getting Lucky (LJ/IJ/DW).
Betas:sevfan and emynn
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Warning Signs
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Harry woke to find Severus wrapped around him, nose buried in Harry’s hair. Shifting, Harry gazed at him. Gone was the dour professor, and the intense lover from earlier; this man was relaxed, looking years younger. Harry smiled. Sex is clearly good for the soul.
Rhythmic tapping caught his attention and, not disturbing Severus, Harry slipped out of bed, pulling on his shirt before padding into the hallway.
The tapping was coming from the living room. Harry blinked, recognising Hermione’s owl. “Hello, Arianrhod,” he murmured, opening the window. “Is Hermione looking for me?”
Arianrhod hooted.
Chuckling, Harry retrieved the parchment on her leg. ‘Dear Harry. I’m assuming you’re fine and not lying in a ditch, but if I don’t hear from you soon, I’ll be mobilising a search. Send word with Arianrhod if you’re all right.’
Laughing out loud, Harry patted Arianrhod, feeding her some toast. “I’ll Floo call her, okay?”
Arianrhod, appearing to understand, hopped onto the windowsill and flew away.
Closing the window, Harry approached the Floo and, grabbing some powder, tossed it in. “Hermione Granger.”
Hermione’s face appeared. “There you are!”
Harry smiled. “I’m fine.”
Hermione’s eyes narrowed. “That’s the same shirt you were wearing last night.”
Harry blushed. Damn. “I haven’t been home yet,” he admitted.
Her eyes softened. “You met someone.”
“Yes.”
“I can’t wait to meet him.” Hermione coughed. “Or her--”
Harry rolled his eyes. “It’s a him.”
Hermione exhaled. “Thank goodness. So you did understand what we were trying to explain last night.”
Harry laughed. “Yes. Plus I ran into Neville, who blurted it out--”
Hermione giggled. “He’s very hung over today. Hooch tripped over him on her way from Professor Sprout’s at six.”
Harry frowned. “What was Hooch doing at Sprout’s that early?”
Hermione smirked. “I imagine the same things you were doing last night.”
“Hermione!”
“What, you thought you were the only gay person?” There was a crash and Hermione winced. “Hugo’s awake. I’ll talk to you later. I’m glad you’re okay, though.”
“I’m more than okay,” Harry said softly.
Hermione blinked. “Sounds serious.”
Harry nodded, realising it was. “It could be.”
“Be careful, Harry.”
Harry exhaled once the Floo was closed. “Too late,” he whispered.
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Continued in Reassurances (LJ/IJ/DW)
Author:
alisanneRating: PG
Pairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Pomona Sprout/Xiomara Hooch (implied).
Word Count: 365
Genre: Romance
Warnings: None
A/N: Written for
hogwarts365's prompt #36: Pomona Sprout, Soul.The next part of my In Vino Veritas Series.
It's also continued from Chance Encounter (LJ/IJ/DW), The Road to His Door (LJ/IJ/DW), The Drunken Truth (LJ/IJ/DW), The Great Pretender (LJ/IJ/DW), Planned Experimentation (LJ/IJ/DW), Losing the Armour (LJ/IJ/DW), No Turning Back (LJ/IJ/DW), Regaining His Senses (LJ/IJ/DW), and Getting Lucky (LJ/IJ/DW).
Betas:
sevfan and emynnDisclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Warning Signs
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Harry woke to find Severus wrapped around him, nose buried in Harry’s hair. Shifting, Harry gazed at him. Gone was the dour professor, and the intense lover from earlier; this man was relaxed, looking years younger. Harry smiled. Sex is clearly good for the soul.
Rhythmic tapping caught his attention and, not disturbing Severus, Harry slipped out of bed, pulling on his shirt before padding into the hallway.
The tapping was coming from the living room. Harry blinked, recognising Hermione’s owl. “Hello, Arianrhod,” he murmured, opening the window. “Is Hermione looking for me?”
Arianrhod hooted.
Chuckling, Harry retrieved the parchment on her leg. ‘Dear Harry. I’m assuming you’re fine and not lying in a ditch, but if I don’t hear from you soon, I’ll be mobilising a search. Send word with Arianrhod if you’re all right.’
Laughing out loud, Harry patted Arianrhod, feeding her some toast. “I’ll Floo call her, okay?”
Arianrhod, appearing to understand, hopped onto the windowsill and flew away.
Closing the window, Harry approached the Floo and, grabbing some powder, tossed it in. “Hermione Granger.”
Hermione’s face appeared. “There you are!”
Harry smiled. “I’m fine.”
Hermione’s eyes narrowed. “That’s the same shirt you were wearing last night.”
Harry blushed. Damn. “I haven’t been home yet,” he admitted.
Her eyes softened. “You met someone.”
“Yes.”
“I can’t wait to meet him.” Hermione coughed. “Or her--”
Harry rolled his eyes. “It’s a him.”
Hermione exhaled. “Thank goodness. So you did understand what we were trying to explain last night.”
Harry laughed. “Yes. Plus I ran into Neville, who blurted it out--”
Hermione giggled. “He’s very hung over today. Hooch tripped over him on her way from Professor Sprout’s at six.”
Harry frowned. “What was Hooch doing at Sprout’s that early?”
Hermione smirked. “I imagine the same things you were doing last night.”
“Hermione!”
“What, you thought you were the only gay person?” There was a crash and Hermione winced. “Hugo’s awake. I’ll talk to you later. I’m glad you’re okay, though.”
“I’m more than okay,” Harry said softly.
Hermione blinked. “Sounds serious.”
Harry nodded, realising it was. “It could be.”
“Be careful, Harry.”
Harry exhaled once the Floo was closed. “Too late,” he whispered.
~
Continued in Reassurances (LJ/IJ/DW)
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