Fic: A Change of Pace
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alisanneTitle: A Change of Pace
Author:alisanne
Rating: G
Pairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter (eventually)
Summary: Harry wants a change.
Word Count: 569
Genre: Fluff and nonsense?
Warnings: Pre-slash.
A/N: Written for![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-community.gif)
adventdrabbles's prompt #2 Christmas puppies, and is a follow up to yesterday's ficlet: Bedtime Reading (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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A Change of Pace
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“This is quite a change of pace, mate.” Ron looked around. “When you said you wanted a break from Auror training I didn’t think you meant this.”
Harry grinned. “I do find it peaceful,” he said, just as a fight broke out between a couple of puppies in a basket. Of course, since the fight was nothing more than the puppies trying to crawl on top of each other to escape, Harry easily reached across and settled them back in the basket.
Ron shook his head. “It’s definitely different. Why work in a Muggle pet shop, though? Any of the familiar shops in Diagon would have been happy to take you.”
“I needed to get away from all of it,” Harry said. “And after that last article in the Prophet--”
Ron sighed. “Yeah. That was bang out of line, it was. It’s none of their business who you--” He paused, searching for a socially acceptable word.
“Fancy?” Harry said.
“Exactly.” Ron smiled. “Anyway, you should know Hermione’s plotting something.”
Harry snorted. “When is she not?” Absently picking up a Maltese puppy that had been mewling, he petted it.
Ron laughed. “Point. Anyway, when I tried to see what she was up to she shooed me out of her office. I was there long enough to see that it involved those pictures we took for charity in the summer. You know, the ones with us practically naked?”
Harry groaned. The Maltese puppy licked his face, making him chuckle. “I thought we’d got rid of all those?”
“Believe me, I tried.” Ron shrugged. “But mysterious are the ways of Unspeakables.”
“Especially when they’re named Hermione,” Harry sighed. “What was she doing with the pictures?”
“No clue.” Ron smiled sympathetically. “But you can be sure something will happen soon.”
“Well that’s a useful warning,” Harry deadpanned. When the Maltese started squirming in his arms, he put it down on the counter. “Here,” he said to it, pulling out one of the pet Santa hats the store kept for marketing purposes. “Play with this.”
“Anyway, we miss you; looks like you’re doing all right, though. Will we see you for dinner Sunday?” asked Ron.
“Sure.” Harry looked up as a couple of customers entered. “Gotta go.” He put the puppy back in its basket.
“Right, see you later, mate!” With a cheery wave, Ron was gone.
After taking care of the customers, Harry returned to the counter to find the Maltese puppy wearing the hat. “Now how did you manage to do that?” he laughed, pulling it out again to cuddle. Walking to the back to restock, he continued carrying the puppy, loving how sweet the animal was.
The owner of the shop, a Squib named Brown, had wanted a few days of holiday prior to Christmas, which was a busy time in retail, and upon discovering Harry was a wizard, had immediately hired him for the season. He tended to stop by once a week to check on things, and Harry was expecting him any moment.
So, when the doorbell jingled, Harry continued playing with the puppy for a few seconds, figuring it was Mr Brown, and that he would announce himself eventually.
Emerging from the back, Harry said, “Hey, I was wondering when you’d--” Eyes wide, Harry paused. “You’re not Mr Brown,” he whispered.
Severus Snape smirked. “No. Indeed I am not.”
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Continued in Candy Cane Connection (LJ/IJ/DW).
Author:
alisanneRating: G
Pairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter (eventually)
Summary: Harry wants a change.
Word Count: 569
Genre: Fluff and nonsense?
Warnings: Pre-slash.
A/N: Written for
adventdrabbles's prompt #2 Christmas puppies, and is a follow up to yesterday's ficlet: Bedtime Reading (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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A Change of Pace
~
“This is quite a change of pace, mate.” Ron looked around. “When you said you wanted a break from Auror training I didn’t think you meant this.”
Harry grinned. “I do find it peaceful,” he said, just as a fight broke out between a couple of puppies in a basket. Of course, since the fight was nothing more than the puppies trying to crawl on top of each other to escape, Harry easily reached across and settled them back in the basket.
Ron shook his head. “It’s definitely different. Why work in a Muggle pet shop, though? Any of the familiar shops in Diagon would have been happy to take you.”
“I needed to get away from all of it,” Harry said. “And after that last article in the Prophet--”
Ron sighed. “Yeah. That was bang out of line, it was. It’s none of their business who you--” He paused, searching for a socially acceptable word.
“Fancy?” Harry said.
“Exactly.” Ron smiled. “Anyway, you should know Hermione’s plotting something.”
Harry snorted. “When is she not?” Absently picking up a Maltese puppy that had been mewling, he petted it.
Ron laughed. “Point. Anyway, when I tried to see what she was up to she shooed me out of her office. I was there long enough to see that it involved those pictures we took for charity in the summer. You know, the ones with us practically naked?”
Harry groaned. The Maltese puppy licked his face, making him chuckle. “I thought we’d got rid of all those?”
“Believe me, I tried.” Ron shrugged. “But mysterious are the ways of Unspeakables.”
“Especially when they’re named Hermione,” Harry sighed. “What was she doing with the pictures?”
“No clue.” Ron smiled sympathetically. “But you can be sure something will happen soon.”
“Well that’s a useful warning,” Harry deadpanned. When the Maltese started squirming in his arms, he put it down on the counter. “Here,” he said to it, pulling out one of the pet Santa hats the store kept for marketing purposes. “Play with this.”
“Anyway, we miss you; looks like you’re doing all right, though. Will we see you for dinner Sunday?” asked Ron.
“Sure.” Harry looked up as a couple of customers entered. “Gotta go.” He put the puppy back in its basket.
“Right, see you later, mate!” With a cheery wave, Ron was gone.
After taking care of the customers, Harry returned to the counter to find the Maltese puppy wearing the hat. “Now how did you manage to do that?” he laughed, pulling it out again to cuddle. Walking to the back to restock, he continued carrying the puppy, loving how sweet the animal was.
The owner of the shop, a Squib named Brown, had wanted a few days of holiday prior to Christmas, which was a busy time in retail, and upon discovering Harry was a wizard, had immediately hired him for the season. He tended to stop by once a week to check on things, and Harry was expecting him any moment.
So, when the doorbell jingled, Harry continued playing with the puppy for a few seconds, figuring it was Mr Brown, and that he would announce himself eventually.
Emerging from the back, Harry said, “Hey, I was wondering when you’d--” Eyes wide, Harry paused. “You’re not Mr Brown,” he whispered.
Severus Snape smirked. “No. Indeed I am not.”
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Continued in Candy Cane Connection (LJ/IJ/DW).
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Date: 2013-12-04 07:17 pm (UTC)Thanks, hon!