Fic: Camping Revisited
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alisanneTitle: Camping Revisited
Author:alisanne
Pairings/threesome: Severus Snape/Harry Potter.
Rating: G
Word count: 400
Challenge: Written for the Snarry Summer Fest at![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
snape_potter. Theme chosen: Holiday.
Warning(s): None
Summary: Camping has its uses.
A/N: Thanks tosevfan and emynn for their assistance!
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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Camping Revisited
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Harry looked around. “This is the Forest of Dean! I’ve mentioned I hate camping, right?”
“Indeed,” said Severus, extracting a shrunken tent from his pocket.
Harry raised an eyebrow. “Then why are we here?”
After placing the tent on the ground, Severus approached him. “Because it’s summer and I want to be alone with you.” He drew Harry into his arms. “And because this was where I first saw you as a sexual being.”
Harry blinked. “You...Oh! In the lake? The night you sent your Patronus, you mean?”
“Indeed.” Severus kissed Harry’s scar. “I hadn’t seen you in a year, and there you were, all grown up. You couldn’t see me, of course, but when you stripped and dove into the water--” He hummed. “Well, suffice to say, my world underwent a fundamental shift.”
“Like what happened when I saw your memories,” Harry whispered. He pressed closer. “But I still don’t know why you picked camping.”
“Because it’s time we supplant old, painful memories with newer, pleasant ones.” Severus smiled. “Now, shall I set up the tent so that we can begin our camping adventure?”
Harry sighed. “All right. And I suppose I can set up the wards.” He grinned. “Trust me, no one will find us when I’m done.”
Severus was impressed with Harry’s shielding skills, and once they were done with the tent, which, according to Harry, was nicer than the one in which he’d spent his months on the run from Voldemort, they went for a swim the lake.
“This is much better in the summer,” declared Harry as he floated, looking up at the sunlight coming through the trees. “The night I dove in, it was ridiculously cold.”
“I recall,” murmured Severus, floating beside him. He clasped Harry’s hand. “And this is considerably better.”
By the time they returned to the tent, wet and relaxed, they were both ravenous. Severus cooked, Harry ate every bite, and later, as they lay in bed, arms around each other, Harry sighed. “This isn’t bad.”
“Camping can be enjoyable, when done for leisure and not of necessity,” said Severus. He shifted, wincing a bit at his sore muscles.
“It’s not something I want to do often, though,” said Harry, caressing Severus’ back as if aware of his discomfort.
Severus exhaled. Knowing Harry, he probably was.
Harry yawned. “After all, we can always ‘camp’ at home.”
Severus hummed, content. “Indeed.”
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Author:
alisannePairings/threesome: Severus Snape/Harry Potter.
Rating: G
Word count: 400
Challenge: Written for the Snarry Summer Fest at
snape_potter. Theme chosen: Holiday.Warning(s): None
Summary: Camping has its uses.
A/N: Thanks to
sevfan and emynn for their assistance! 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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Camping Revisited
~
Harry looked around. “This is the Forest of Dean! I’ve mentioned I hate camping, right?”
“Indeed,” said Severus, extracting a shrunken tent from his pocket.
Harry raised an eyebrow. “Then why are we here?”
After placing the tent on the ground, Severus approached him. “Because it’s summer and I want to be alone with you.” He drew Harry into his arms. “And because this was where I first saw you as a sexual being.”
Harry blinked. “You...Oh! In the lake? The night you sent your Patronus, you mean?”
“Indeed.” Severus kissed Harry’s scar. “I hadn’t seen you in a year, and there you were, all grown up. You couldn’t see me, of course, but when you stripped and dove into the water--” He hummed. “Well, suffice to say, my world underwent a fundamental shift.”
“Like what happened when I saw your memories,” Harry whispered. He pressed closer. “But I still don’t know why you picked camping.”
“Because it’s time we supplant old, painful memories with newer, pleasant ones.” Severus smiled. “Now, shall I set up the tent so that we can begin our camping adventure?”
Harry sighed. “All right. And I suppose I can set up the wards.” He grinned. “Trust me, no one will find us when I’m done.”
Severus was impressed with Harry’s shielding skills, and once they were done with the tent, which, according to Harry, was nicer than the one in which he’d spent his months on the run from Voldemort, they went for a swim the lake.
“This is much better in the summer,” declared Harry as he floated, looking up at the sunlight coming through the trees. “The night I dove in, it was ridiculously cold.”
“I recall,” murmured Severus, floating beside him. He clasped Harry’s hand. “And this is considerably better.”
By the time they returned to the tent, wet and relaxed, they were both ravenous. Severus cooked, Harry ate every bite, and later, as they lay in bed, arms around each other, Harry sighed. “This isn’t bad.”
“Camping can be enjoyable, when done for leisure and not of necessity,” said Severus. He shifted, wincing a bit at his sore muscles.
“It’s not something I want to do often, though,” said Harry, caressing Severus’ back as if aware of his discomfort.
Severus exhaled. Knowing Harry, he probably was.
Harry yawned. “After all, we can always ‘camp’ at home.”
Severus hummed, content. “Indeed.”
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