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Title: The Move III
Author: [personal profile] alisanne
Rating: PG
Pairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter.
Word Count: ~1200
Genre: Flangst, romance.
Warnings: None.
A/N: Written for [ profile] adventdrabbles' prompts #31: New year baby.
This is part 3 (the final part) of The Move.
Previous parts: The Move (LJ/IJ/DW) and The Move II (LJ/IJ/DW)
Beta(s): [personal profile] sevfan and [personal profile] emynn.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.


The Move III


“So let me get this straight,” said Ron. “While we were gone, George hired Snape at the Wheezes, they’ve created a new line of products, and you and Snape have started shagging?” He shook his head. “Bloody hell. We’re never going away again, Hermione.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Yes we are, and that’s wonderful, Harry. I’m so happy for you.”

Harry grinned. “Thanks. So we haven’t had a chance to talk about your trip at all. How was it spending Christmas on a beach in the tropics?”

Ron’s scowl melted into a fatuous smile. “Aw, mate, it was sodding brilliant. Did you know they’ll bring you drinks and snacks while swimming?”

“Not to mention the romantic nights,” Hermione chimed in.

Ron went bright red. “He doesn’t want to hear about that.” He paused. “You don’t, do you?”

“No more than you want to hear about how Severus and I spent Christmas Day,” Harry said, winking.

Ron’s eyes went wide. “No, no I don’t. In fact, I think I need another drink just to forget you told me that much.”

“I’ll take a glass of champagne,” said Hermione. She glanced over at the clock. “It’s almost midnight.”

Ron nodded. “Need anything, Harry?”

Harry held up his mostly full goblet of ale. “I’m good.”

Once Ron was gone, Hermione leaned in. “Right. While he’s off, you can tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

Hermione raised an eyebrow.

Harry sighed. “Why do I even bother to try to keep anything from you?”

“No idea.” Hermione smiled. “Now tell me. It’s about Snape, isn't it?”

“Yes.” Harry licked his lips. “He’s…damn, I can’t even tell you. He’s brilliant, and the things he makes me feel, I can’t even—”

“Take a breath.” Hermione slapped his arm. “This sounds like it’s serious.”

Exhaling, Harry nodded. “It is for me. I…he’s the one, Hermione. So I went to the Potter vault a few days ago and I retrieved something. Took me a ages to find them, too.”

“Them?” Hermione narrowed her eyes. “What?”

Harry ducked his head. “A couple of rings.”

“Oh!” Hermione clapped a hand over her mouth. “Are you talking about bonding rings? You’re going to prop—”

“Shh!” Harry hissed, looking back over his shoulder to check that Severus was still across the room talking to Minerva and Kingsley and not within earshot. “I want to surprise him, but yeah. I was thinking I’d ask him on his birthday. Do you think that’s too soon?”

“No. It’s not as if you just met. You’ve known each other years.” Sniffing, Hermione gave him a one-armed hug. “I think it’s wonderful.”

“He hasn’t said yes yet,” Harry reminded her, even as he hugged her back.

Pulling away, Hermione snorted. “He’s no fool. He knows a good thing when he sees it. Plus, I can see him from where we’re standing, and he can’t take his eyes off you. I’d say whatever you’re feeling for him, it’s mutual.”

“Oh.” Harry grinned. “Yeah?”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Yes. Now, come on, we need to get ready for the midnight toast.”

“Champagne,” said Ron, holding a glass out to Hermione.

“I guess I need to get some, too,” Harry said, setting down his goblet.

“Ask and you shall receive,” said a smooth voice behind him.

Harry smiled at Severus, who handed him a glass of champagne. “Thanks.”

As Hermione and Ron chatted together softly, Harry murmured, “Looked like that was an intense conversation with Minerva and Kingsley.”

Severus hummed. “They were inquiring as to my career plans. It seems Horace is again retiring, and Minerva’s looking for someone to teach Potions. As for the Minister—” He smirked. “He says the Ministry is in need of a potions consultant, and he asked if I would be interested. It’s not a full-time position, but it does pay well when they need assistance, which they estimate will be several times a year.”

“Wow, all sorts of opportunities are opening up for you,” said Harry. “Are you unhappy at the Wheezes?”

“Far from it.” Severus shook his head. “I’m quite enjoying myself.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“That depends,” said Severus, watching Harry carefully. 


“On…us.” Severus exhaled. “It’s likely too soon to talk about where you and I are going, but—”

“I don’t think it’s too soon.” Harry clasped Severus’ hand. “I…I like where we’re going. I’d like to continue what we’re doing.”

Severus raised an eyebrow. “Even if I return to work at Hogwarts?”

“Yes.” Harry smiled. “I mean, it’ll be harder to see you as often, but the castle’s on the Floo Network. We could make it work.”

“Alas, teaching was never my forte,” Severus said after a moment. “I’m a better experimenter. I told Minerva I didn’t think it a good fit for me, but that perhaps one of my former students could fill the position. I even gave her several names.”

Harry squeezed Severus’ fingers. “And the Ministry?”

“There’s no reason I can’t continue my work at the Wheezes and also consult for the Ministry.” Severus swallowed. “However, I can’t keep abusing your hospitality. I should find my own place.”

“If you need to leave, you should, of course,” said Harry, feeling his way. “But I lo—like having you stay with me. And it’s not just because of the sex. Although that is brilliant, of course—”

Severus’ lips twitched. “Good to know.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Seriously. I like having you live with me. I liked it even before we did anything. Please don’t feel like you need to leave.”

“Then my preference is to continue our current arrangement,” Severus finally admitted. “If that’s acceptable.”

Harry stepped closer to him. “If I haven’t made it obvious already, then let me say it now. That’s more than acceptable. As far as I’m concerned, you can stay as long as you like.”

“Ah.” Severus smiled. “As long as you’re sure. It’s almost the new year. They say whatever you’re doing at at the beginning of the new year is what you’ll be doing the rest of the year.” His eyes dipped to Harry’s mouth. “Are you prepared to see a lot of me in the upcoming year?”


“Then perhaps we should make our way…home.”

Home. That sounded nice. Harry smiled. “We need to kiss first.”

“Ah yes, the festivities.” Severus sighed. “Perhaps I could nudge the clock a bit—” he said, reaching for his wand.

Laughing, Harry placed a hand on his arm. “How about we stay, kiss at the proper time, and then get out of here?” he said.

“If we must,” murmured Severus. “Although you should know, I’ve plans for the rest of our evening. Plan I’d like to get to as soon as possible.”

The heated look in Severus’ eyes made Harry shiver. “Should I be worried?” he asked.

Severus smirked. “I believe you’ll be able to handle it.” He leaned close. “For now and the rest of the year.”

And as the clock struck midnight, and their lips met in a sweet kiss, Harry surrendered himself to Severus. Something told him the next year would be one to remember.


The End

Date: 2017-05-01 03:39 pm (UTC)
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Something told him the next year would be one to remember. And the next, too. And the one after that. And the next. And...

Thank you for this story! (Although now I'll never know what Harry will owe to George. Maybe Harry has to find a date for him. How about Nate?)


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