alisanne

Title: Social Success
Author:

alisanne
Pairing/Characters: Severus Snape/Harry Potter, George Weasley/Angelina Johnson.
Word Count: 100 x 8
Rating: PG
Challenge: Written for

snarry100/

snarry100's prompt# 636: Social.
Summary: Matchmaking is apparently Harry's superpower.
Part Sixty-Six of the Wisdom Series (LJ/IJ/DW).
Beta(s):

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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Social Success

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“So, what’s this social occasion in aid of really?”

Harry, seated on the sofa, smiled. “Making Severus’ life easier.”

Severus, handing George a drink, snorted.

George laughed. “Right. Except he doesn’t seem to be in on your plan.”

“It’s supposed to be a surprise.” Harry winked at Severus. “Surprise!”

Rolling his eyes, Severus showed George a chair before settling beside Harry and muttering, “I hate surprises.”

Leaning close to him, Harry kissed his cheek, whispering, “I know.”

Watching, George shook his head. “You two are ridiculous.”

Harry coughed. “Sorry.”

George sighed. “I should be as ridiculous.”

“It’ll happen,” promised Harry.

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By the time the Floo sounded, the topic of conversation had moved on to new products George was contemplating selling in the shop.

Harry began to stand, but Severus stopped him with a look. “A moment,” he said, moving towards the door.

George eyed Harry. “Did you invite someone else tonight?”

“Maybe.”

George groaned. “Tell me this whole evening wasn’t just a matchmaking ploy!”

Harry coughed. “Severus says I’m a terrible liar—”

“I knew it! I knew this couldn’t be a genuine social—” George froze, his eyes going wide, his mouth gaping.

“Hello, Harry,” said Angelina Johnson, walking in. “George.”

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George, looking like someone had smacked him on his head with a Quaffle, whispered, “Angelina?”

Angelina, beautiful in mint-green robes, smiled. “Yes, it’s me. Is everything all right? I heard yelling.”

Harry looked over at George, who was staring. “We were just discussing some new items for George’s shop.”

“Ah.” Walking over to one of the chairs next to George’s, Angelina sat, crossing her legs. Harry hid a smirk as George’s eyes were immediately drawn to them. “So, what are you considering, then?”

George blinked mutely at her.

Harry hummed. Perhaps ‘social’ wasn’t the best word for the evening ahead.

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When, minutes later, Severus brought wine for Angelina, George had recovered and was able to speak.

Harry watched as he and Angelina chatted, and as George subtly tried to find out as much as possible about Angelina’s personal life. “So you’re on tour with your team? Sounds…lonely.”

“It’s not bad—” Looking up, she smiled at Severus. “Thank you, Professor. Oh! I mean—”

Severus smirked. “Since you’re here socially, you may call me by my first name, Ms Johnson.”

Angelina laughed. “I hope you’ll do the same, Severus.”

“Quite.” Severus hummed. “So, now that we’re all here, shall we eat?”

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“This was delicious,” sighed Angelina. “Thanks for the invitation. I don’t get many opportunities to be social while on tour, so this was lovely. Although I’m thinking about retiring soon, so—”

George, who had been staring at her, an infatuated look on his face, sat up straight. “You are? When?”

Angelina shook her head. “I’m not sure yet.” She laughed. “These new players fresh out of school are making me feel old.”

“The playing life of a professional Quidditch player is short,” agreed Severus.

“What will you do?” asked Harry.

“Not sure.” Angelina flicked a glance at George. “Maybe retail.”

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“They’re planning dinner together when she returns to England,” said Severus, watching from the kitchen door. “And Azizi’s in Angelina’s lap.”

“She’s a smart kitty.” Harry grinned. “And things are clearly looking up for George in the social life department.”

Shaking his head, Severus walked towards Harry. “Why’d you choose her for George?”

Harry shrugged. “The idea came to me when I heard about her team being on tour on the wireless.”

Severus hummed. “You realise they are the second couple you’ve successfully paired up?”

“Who was the first?”

“Ginevra and Penelope.”

“Oh, right.” Harry beamed. “Maybe matchmaking's my superpower.”

~

When Severus and Harry re-entered the parlour, George and Angelina sprang apart.

Harry, moving carefully, settled in a chair. Immediately, Amiri bounced into his lap, falling asleep.

Azizi, stretched out on the sofa, jumped down. She approached Severus who, sighing, nodded. Climbing up his body, she draped herself around his neck.

“Enough social time,” said Angelina. “It’s my bedtime.”

“Oh.” George’s face fell.

Angelina cleared her throat. “I’d love an escort back to my hotel, however.”

George blinked. “I could—”

“Perfect.” Grabbing his hand, Angelina waved at Harry and Severus before heading for the Floo. “Thanks again for dinner. Goodnight!”

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“Well,” said Severus once the Floo closed. “That worked.”

“Right?” Harry stood, placing Amiri on the chair before approaching Severus. “Actually, you forgot one other couple I managed to get together.”

Eyeing Harry, Azizi jumped off Severus.

“You scared our Kneazle.” Severus embraced Harry. “And who’d I forget?”

“Us,” whispered Harry. “If I’d waited for you, we’d still be eye-fucking each other across the counter of your apothecary.”

Severus snorted. “Oh, I knew you had more on your mind, trust me.”

“Oh?”

“Indeed.” Severus hummed. “You were obviously ready to socialise.”

“And you weren’t?”

Severus laughed. “I never claimed that.”

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Continued in No Accident (LJ/IJ/Dw).