Fic: Morning After
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alisanneTitle: Morning After
Author:alisanne
Rating: PG
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Severus Snape/Harry Potter.
Word Count: 985
Warnings: None.
Summary: Severus and Harry discuss their future.
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adventdrabbles' prompt # 9: Cookies for Santa. This is part 9 of my How Harry Claimed Severus series (LJ/IJ/DW).
Beta(s):torino10154.
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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Morning After
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Harry wakes with a dry mouth, his body twisted into an odd position. He stretches, and upon realising he’s sprawled against a warm body, he freezes.
“Good morning.”
Eyes flying open, Harry blinks as the events of the evening before come flooding back. “Good morning,” he says, clearing his throat. “Sorry I fell asleep.” Pushing himself into sitting position, he wipes his face, self-conscious of his rumpled clothes and possible dried drool.
“Why are you sorry?” Severus asks. His posture is relaxed, but he speaks slowly, watching Harry carefully as he does. Harry senses he’s nervous. “It means you’re comfortable enough in my presence to lower your defences. Unless—”
“Unless?” Harry prompts when Severus doesn’t finish his thought.
“Unless you regret what we did.”
“What? No. Definitely not. I’m only sorry I fell sleep in the middle of snogging.” Harry leans towards Severus, then stops.
Severus raises an eyebrow. “You no longer wish to kiss me?”
Harry chuckles ruefully. “I’m not sure how awful my breath is. I don’t want to turn you off with my morning breath.”
“If it’s any consolation, I haven’t cleaned my teeth either,” says Severus. “So we’re on equal footing.” He reached for Harry slowly, giving him ample opportunity to refuse. “Shall we give it a try and see how bad it is?”
Harry swallows. “I’m game if you are,” he whispers, sighing as Severus’ mouth covers his.
It’s not horrible, Harry decides after a few moments. Snape’s mouth tastes like musty spices, but it’s not unpleasant, and from the way Severus is gathering him closer to deepen the kiss, it seems Harry’s mouth is just as acceptable to him.
“You’ll do,” murmurs Severus as he draws back. “I wouldn’t throw you out of bed.”
Harry laughs. “Good to know.” Exhaling, he looks out the window. “What time is it?”
“Just past seven.” Severus hums. “Do you need to go?”
“Eventually.” Harry smiles. “I’m due to pick the kids up from Molly’s at some point this morning, and then I promised we’d all make Christmas biscuits for St Nicholas.”
“Ah. Your older children still believe?”
“James does, although I suspect it’s only another year until he works it out. Albus is my skeptic. I suspect he already knows, but is only going along with his siblings to keep the peace.”
Severus smirks. “He sounds like a Slytherin.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised.” Harry coughs. “In case you didn’t know, he’s named after you and Dumbledore. Albus Severus.”
“Yes, I’d heard.” Shaking his head, Severus stands up, offering a helping hand to Harry. “At first I thought you mad.”
“Ginny thought I was, too.” Accepting Severus hand, Harry rises, looking around for his shoes. “I think it all worked out, though. Albus thinks you’re brilliant, he’s been researching your life.”
“Salazar.” Severus looks nonplussed. “And you let him? How old is he?”
“Six.” Harry grins as he slips on his trainers. “And when you meet him you’ll see why your asking why I let him do anything is funny. He’s the most stubborn person I’ve ever encountered in my life.”
“When I meet them?” Severus blinks.
Harry goes still. “Do you not want to? I assumed since we mentioned this not being a one-off—”
“I absolutely want to.” Severus draws him close. “I just wasn’t sure how soon you’d want that to happen.”
Harry relaxes. “I’ve been thinking about when the best time would be to introduce you as my— What should I call you?”
“I’ll probably just call you my friend when Scorpius asks,” says Severus.
Harry laughs. “My lot will see right through that immediately.” He shakes his head. “We’ll figure that out later. Right now, with it being the holiday season, I think this time of year would be the perfect time for them to meet you. Plus, it would get them accustomed to seeing you around.”
“Hm.” Severus clears his throat. “You’ve already met Scorpius, so that’s handled. But he should also become accustomed to seeing you around as well.”
“Good, because I plan to be around a lot,” whispers Harry, pressing up against Severus for another kiss.
When they separate, Severus takes Harry by the shoulders, moving him back. “Breakfast,” he says. “Before we decide to spend the day exploring each other in bed and the press discovers us here in a compromising position.”
“Ugh.” Frowning, Harry chews on his bottom lip. “Is this going to make things complicated with the Greengrass family and their custody suit?”
“Our potential relationship, you mean?” At Harry’s nod, Severus hums. “Possibly. We can argue that now that you’re with me and Draco’s with Longbottom, Scorpius will end up with several male role-models.”
“And you’re sure it won’t mess up your arrangement with Malfoy?”
Severus snorts. “I’m not sure of anything, Harry.” He pauses. “Well, anything other than I want whatever this is between us to work.”
“So do I.” Harry grins. “And a part of the beauty of us having known each other so long is we both know what we’re getting into.”
“We shall see about that.” Severus steers Harry towards the door. “Now come along. I need to feed you before I return you to your children.”
Harry looks down at his rumpled robes. “Yeah, and I’ll have to shower before I pick them up or they’ll know something’s up.”
“Wise decision,” Severus says. His voice deepens. “Perhaps next time, I can help you do that.”
“Help me shower, you mean?” Harry asks, looking back over his shoulder at Severus. At the smirk on Severus’ face, he groans. “I’m not sure that’s wise. We’d probably spend a bit too much time in there.”
“At least you’d be clean. I’d be sure to do a thorough inspection.” Dropping a kiss on the nape of Harry’s neck, Severus gestures him to a seat in the kitchen. “Now relax. Breakfast is coming up.”
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Continued in Mistletoed (LJ/IJ/DW).
Author:
alisanneRating: PG
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Severus Snape/Harry Potter.
Word Count: 985
Warnings: None.
Summary: Severus and Harry discuss their future.
A/N: Written for
adventdrabbles/adventdrabbles' prompt # 9: Cookies for Santa. This is part 9 of my How Harry Claimed Severus series (LJ/IJ/DW).Beta(s):
torino10154.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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Morning After
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Harry wakes with a dry mouth, his body twisted into an odd position. He stretches, and upon realising he’s sprawled against a warm body, he freezes.
“Good morning.”
Eyes flying open, Harry blinks as the events of the evening before come flooding back. “Good morning,” he says, clearing his throat. “Sorry I fell asleep.” Pushing himself into sitting position, he wipes his face, self-conscious of his rumpled clothes and possible dried drool.
“Why are you sorry?” Severus asks. His posture is relaxed, but he speaks slowly, watching Harry carefully as he does. Harry senses he’s nervous. “It means you’re comfortable enough in my presence to lower your defences. Unless—”
“Unless?” Harry prompts when Severus doesn’t finish his thought.
“Unless you regret what we did.”
“What? No. Definitely not. I’m only sorry I fell sleep in the middle of snogging.” Harry leans towards Severus, then stops.
Severus raises an eyebrow. “You no longer wish to kiss me?”
Harry chuckles ruefully. “I’m not sure how awful my breath is. I don’t want to turn you off with my morning breath.”
“If it’s any consolation, I haven’t cleaned my teeth either,” says Severus. “So we’re on equal footing.” He reached for Harry slowly, giving him ample opportunity to refuse. “Shall we give it a try and see how bad it is?”
Harry swallows. “I’m game if you are,” he whispers, sighing as Severus’ mouth covers his.
It’s not horrible, Harry decides after a few moments. Snape’s mouth tastes like musty spices, but it’s not unpleasant, and from the way Severus is gathering him closer to deepen the kiss, it seems Harry’s mouth is just as acceptable to him.
“You’ll do,” murmurs Severus as he draws back. “I wouldn’t throw you out of bed.”
Harry laughs. “Good to know.” Exhaling, he looks out the window. “What time is it?”
“Just past seven.” Severus hums. “Do you need to go?”
“Eventually.” Harry smiles. “I’m due to pick the kids up from Molly’s at some point this morning, and then I promised we’d all make Christmas biscuits for St Nicholas.”
“Ah. Your older children still believe?”
“James does, although I suspect it’s only another year until he works it out. Albus is my skeptic. I suspect he already knows, but is only going along with his siblings to keep the peace.”
Severus smirks. “He sounds like a Slytherin.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised.” Harry coughs. “In case you didn’t know, he’s named after you and Dumbledore. Albus Severus.”
“Yes, I’d heard.” Shaking his head, Severus stands up, offering a helping hand to Harry. “At first I thought you mad.”
“Ginny thought I was, too.” Accepting Severus hand, Harry rises, looking around for his shoes. “I think it all worked out, though. Albus thinks you’re brilliant, he’s been researching your life.”
“Salazar.” Severus looks nonplussed. “And you let him? How old is he?”
“Six.” Harry grins as he slips on his trainers. “And when you meet him you’ll see why your asking why I let him do anything is funny. He’s the most stubborn person I’ve ever encountered in my life.”
“When I meet them?” Severus blinks.
Harry goes still. “Do you not want to? I assumed since we mentioned this not being a one-off—”
“I absolutely want to.” Severus draws him close. “I just wasn’t sure how soon you’d want that to happen.”
Harry relaxes. “I’ve been thinking about when the best time would be to introduce you as my— What should I call you?”
“I’ll probably just call you my friend when Scorpius asks,” says Severus.
Harry laughs. “My lot will see right through that immediately.” He shakes his head. “We’ll figure that out later. Right now, with it being the holiday season, I think this time of year would be the perfect time for them to meet you. Plus, it would get them accustomed to seeing you around.”
“Hm.” Severus clears his throat. “You’ve already met Scorpius, so that’s handled. But he should also become accustomed to seeing you around as well.”
“Good, because I plan to be around a lot,” whispers Harry, pressing up against Severus for another kiss.
When they separate, Severus takes Harry by the shoulders, moving him back. “Breakfast,” he says. “Before we decide to spend the day exploring each other in bed and the press discovers us here in a compromising position.”
“Ugh.” Frowning, Harry chews on his bottom lip. “Is this going to make things complicated with the Greengrass family and their custody suit?”
“Our potential relationship, you mean?” At Harry’s nod, Severus hums. “Possibly. We can argue that now that you’re with me and Draco’s with Longbottom, Scorpius will end up with several male role-models.”
“And you’re sure it won’t mess up your arrangement with Malfoy?”
Severus snorts. “I’m not sure of anything, Harry.” He pauses. “Well, anything other than I want whatever this is between us to work.”
“So do I.” Harry grins. “And a part of the beauty of us having known each other so long is we both know what we’re getting into.”
“We shall see about that.” Severus steers Harry towards the door. “Now come along. I need to feed you before I return you to your children.”
Harry looks down at his rumpled robes. “Yeah, and I’ll have to shower before I pick them up or they’ll know something’s up.”
“Wise decision,” Severus says. His voice deepens. “Perhaps next time, I can help you do that.”
“Help me shower, you mean?” Harry asks, looking back over his shoulder at Severus. At the smirk on Severus’ face, he groans. “I’m not sure that’s wise. We’d probably spend a bit too much time in there.”
“At least you’d be clean. I’d be sure to do a thorough inspection.” Dropping a kiss on the nape of Harry’s neck, Severus gestures him to a seat in the kitchen. “Now relax. Breakfast is coming up.”
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Continued in Mistletoed (LJ/IJ/DW).
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Date: 2018-12-10 11:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-12-15 09:40 pm (UTC)Yeah, these types of conversations are often...difficult. Happily, they are both listening here.
:)
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Date: 2018-12-10 02:03 pm (UTC)Oh...and that shower scene is already going on in my imagination.
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Date: 2018-12-15 09:41 pm (UTC)*nods* They're older and I just think neither of them would be wanting to play games at this stage of life. :)
Thank you!
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Date: 2019-01-03 06:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-01-05 08:23 pm (UTC)