Drabble: Man of Order
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Author:alisanne
Pairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Rating: PG
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snape100's prompt #508: Snape and Order. This is also a continuation of last week's Snape100 drabble: Man of Mystery.
Word Count: 100 x 8
Warnings: None
Beta:emynn and sevfan.
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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Man of Order
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“This is flattering.” Severus said. “But I owe Minerva too much to leave mid-term--”
Kingsley smiled. “Actually, I checked with Minerva first to be sure I wouldn’t be leaving her without an advanced Potions master. She gave me her blessing.”
“Ah.” Severus narrowed his eyes. “Thus explaining why she asked my impression of Gabrielle Delacour’s potions abilities.”
“Possibly.” Kingsley rose. “Consider my offer, Severus. Having worked with you in the Order, I know you’d be an asset. And you’d see more of Harry.” He smiled. “According to Minerva, you and he are friends.”
That busybody. Severus raised an eyebrow. “Indeed.”
~
Looking up, Severus saw Potter hovering by his door. He smirked. “Potter. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
Potter grinned. “I heard you joined the Ministry. How’s the new office?”
Severus sighed, looking around. “I’m putting things in order. This office’s last occupant was...haphazard.”
“Whose office was this?” Potter asked.
“Percival Weasley.”
Potter blinked. “Percy? He always seemed pretty organised.”
“Indeed. Clearly looks can be deceiving, and volatile potion ingredients are unforgiving.”
“Ah.” Potter smiled. “I can offer a reprieve. How about a drink?”
Severus hummed. “That sounds acceptable. Give me one moment.”
Potter beamed. “Take your time.”
~
“Where are you living now that you’ve left Hogwarts?” Potter asked, sipping his ale.
Severus sighed. “Spinner’s End. I’m in the process of restoring it to order.”
Potter frowned. “Didn’t someone set fire to it a while back?”
Severus nodded. “Indeed. Mulciber. He was caught and sent to Azkaban.”
“Where are you sleeping, then?”
Severus snorted. “Trust me, I’ve lived in worse circumstances.”
“But you don’t have to,” Potter said, looking concerned. “I’ve more than enough room at Grimmauld. You can stay with me.”
Severus blinked. “That’s not necessary--”
“I insist.”
Severus sighed. “Just until Spinner’s End is ready.”
“Brilliant!”
~
Severus began cooking in the evenings before Potter got home. Since his job involved research, his hours were better than Aurors’.
“You shouldn’t have,” Potter said the first time he arrived home to find dinner ready.
“It’s easier to prepare meals for two,” Severus told him.
Potter looked disturbed until he took his first bite. “Bloody hell!” he exclaimed.
“Acceptable?” Severus asked.
“Brilliant,” said Potter around another mouthful of Grandma Prince’s beef stew.
Severus smirked. “I took the liberty of ordering some additional spices for the kitchen. I thought perhaps Persian food tomorrow?”
Potter’s hum was music to Severus’ ears.
~
“...rumours now that Snape’s living with you. Are you sure cohabitation’s a good idea?”
Severus, outside Potter’s office, paused to listen.
“Living with him is brilliant.” Potter sounded defensive. “And nothing’s going on, Ron, much as I wish there was.”
Weasley sighed. “I just want to see you happy. You’re sure Snape’s the one who can give that to you?”
“As sure as I can be while nothing’s going on.” Potter sounded sad.
“Say something to him,” Weasley advised.
“No. He likes things to be...orderly. I can’t disrupt that.”
Severus pursed his lips. Perhaps some disorder was in order.
~
When Potter got home that evening, Severus had the scene set. Floating candles threw a warm glow over the intimate table setting. Severus had made his mother’s chicken pot pie, the recipe she swore had made Tobias propose. Wine was breathing.
Potter walked into the dining room and froze. “Expecting company?”
Severus shook his head. “This is for you. For us.”
Potter closed his eyes. “You overheard my conversation with Ron today.”
“Indeed.” Severus smiled. “And--”
“And you decided to do this in order to mock me.” Potter’s eyes blazed. “This is low, Snape.” And, turning on his heel, left.
~
Severus found Potter in the back garden. “Po-Harry.”
Harry sighed. “I’m a fool.”
“Oh?”
Harry turned, staring at him. “As soon as I got out here it occurred to me that you had no reason to poke fun at me. You could’ve just pretended not to know.”
“Indeed.”
“But instead you made me a romantic dinner.” Harry smiled tentatively. “That must mean something.”
“Correct again.”
“You’re...interested?”
“Most definitely. But in order to see if we’re compatible, we should...interact. Hence dinner.”
“Compatible?” Harry smiled. “Oh, I’ve a better way to tell.” And dragging Severus close, he kissed him.
~
“Definitely compatible,” Harry murmured into Severus’ neck.
They were lying on wet grass, and it was getting chilly. Severus simply cast another non-verbal Warming Spell. “Indeed,” he said, hands splayed across Harry’s naked back.
Harry raised his head. “Are those candles still burning in the house?”
Severus blinked, and together, they stared at the house. “We should go inside,” he said. “It wouldn’t do to burn down the Order’s meeting place.”
“Not to mention that with your place still a burnt mess, we’d have no home,” Harry said.
Severus smiled. “Not so. Home, after all, is where the heart is.”
~
Author:
alisannePairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Rating: PG
Challenge: Written for
snape100/snape100/snape100's prompt #508: Snape and Order. This is also a continuation of last week's Snape100 drabble: Man of Mystery. Word Count: 100 x 8
Warnings: None
Beta:
emynn and sevfan.Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
~
Man of Order
~
“This is flattering.” Severus said. “But I owe Minerva too much to leave mid-term--”
Kingsley smiled. “Actually, I checked with Minerva first to be sure I wouldn’t be leaving her without an advanced Potions master. She gave me her blessing.”
“Ah.” Severus narrowed his eyes. “Thus explaining why she asked my impression of Gabrielle Delacour’s potions abilities.”
“Possibly.” Kingsley rose. “Consider my offer, Severus. Having worked with you in the Order, I know you’d be an asset. And you’d see more of Harry.” He smiled. “According to Minerva, you and he are friends.”
That busybody. Severus raised an eyebrow. “Indeed.”
~
Looking up, Severus saw Potter hovering by his door. He smirked. “Potter. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
Potter grinned. “I heard you joined the Ministry. How’s the new office?”
Severus sighed, looking around. “I’m putting things in order. This office’s last occupant was...haphazard.”
“Whose office was this?” Potter asked.
“Percival Weasley.”
Potter blinked. “Percy? He always seemed pretty organised.”
“Indeed. Clearly looks can be deceiving, and volatile potion ingredients are unforgiving.”
“Ah.” Potter smiled. “I can offer a reprieve. How about a drink?”
Severus hummed. “That sounds acceptable. Give me one moment.”
Potter beamed. “Take your time.”
~
“Where are you living now that you’ve left Hogwarts?” Potter asked, sipping his ale.
Severus sighed. “Spinner’s End. I’m in the process of restoring it to order.”
Potter frowned. “Didn’t someone set fire to it a while back?”
Severus nodded. “Indeed. Mulciber. He was caught and sent to Azkaban.”
“Where are you sleeping, then?”
Severus snorted. “Trust me, I’ve lived in worse circumstances.”
“But you don’t have to,” Potter said, looking concerned. “I’ve more than enough room at Grimmauld. You can stay with me.”
Severus blinked. “That’s not necessary--”
“I insist.”
Severus sighed. “Just until Spinner’s End is ready.”
“Brilliant!”
~
Severus began cooking in the evenings before Potter got home. Since his job involved research, his hours were better than Aurors’.
“You shouldn’t have,” Potter said the first time he arrived home to find dinner ready.
“It’s easier to prepare meals for two,” Severus told him.
Potter looked disturbed until he took his first bite. “Bloody hell!” he exclaimed.
“Acceptable?” Severus asked.
“Brilliant,” said Potter around another mouthful of Grandma Prince’s beef stew.
Severus smirked. “I took the liberty of ordering some additional spices for the kitchen. I thought perhaps Persian food tomorrow?”
Potter’s hum was music to Severus’ ears.
~
“...rumours now that Snape’s living with you. Are you sure cohabitation’s a good idea?”
Severus, outside Potter’s office, paused to listen.
“Living with him is brilliant.” Potter sounded defensive. “And nothing’s going on, Ron, much as I wish there was.”
Weasley sighed. “I just want to see you happy. You’re sure Snape’s the one who can give that to you?”
“As sure as I can be while nothing’s going on.” Potter sounded sad.
“Say something to him,” Weasley advised.
“No. He likes things to be...orderly. I can’t disrupt that.”
Severus pursed his lips. Perhaps some disorder was in order.
~
When Potter got home that evening, Severus had the scene set. Floating candles threw a warm glow over the intimate table setting. Severus had made his mother’s chicken pot pie, the recipe she swore had made Tobias propose. Wine was breathing.
Potter walked into the dining room and froze. “Expecting company?”
Severus shook his head. “This is for you. For us.”
Potter closed his eyes. “You overheard my conversation with Ron today.”
“Indeed.” Severus smiled. “And--”
“And you decided to do this in order to mock me.” Potter’s eyes blazed. “This is low, Snape.” And, turning on his heel, left.
~
Severus found Potter in the back garden. “Po-Harry.”
Harry sighed. “I’m a fool.”
“Oh?”
Harry turned, staring at him. “As soon as I got out here it occurred to me that you had no reason to poke fun at me. You could’ve just pretended not to know.”
“Indeed.”
“But instead you made me a romantic dinner.” Harry smiled tentatively. “That must mean something.”
“Correct again.”
“You’re...interested?”
“Most definitely. But in order to see if we’re compatible, we should...interact. Hence dinner.”
“Compatible?” Harry smiled. “Oh, I’ve a better way to tell.” And dragging Severus close, he kissed him.
~
“Definitely compatible,” Harry murmured into Severus’ neck.
They were lying on wet grass, and it was getting chilly. Severus simply cast another non-verbal Warming Spell. “Indeed,” he said, hands splayed across Harry’s naked back.
Harry raised his head. “Are those candles still burning in the house?”
Severus blinked, and together, they stared at the house. “We should go inside,” he said. “It wouldn’t do to burn down the Order’s meeting place.”
“Not to mention that with your place still a burnt mess, we’d have no home,” Harry said.
Severus smiled. “Not so. Home, after all, is where the heart is.”
~
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Date: 2013-11-19 03:00 am (UTC)Thanks so much!