Celandine's Chronicle (celandineb) wrote in cels_fic_haven, @ 2011-09-27 17:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | hp ficlets harry/percy, hp quill-it 100.3 |
HP ficlet: Saturday Afternoon Tea [Harry/Percy, general]
Title: Saturday Afternoon Tea
Author: celandineb
Fandom: HP
Pairing: Harry/Percy
Rating: general
Length: 386 words
Warnings: schmoop
Summary: Percy wants this to be an extra-special tea for Harry.
Note: For quill_it, 100.3, prompt 26, "tea". For swtalmnd who wanted Percy with this prompt.
Percy always made a ritual out of Saturday afternoon tea. This week he had prepared two kinds of sandwiches: cucumber, with its crisp salted pale green rounds on triangles of white bread; and tangy watercress on buttered fingers of wholemeal bread. There were crisp wedges of buttery shortbread, and tiny round spice cakes plump with sultanas and cinnamon under their domed sugar-iced tops.
He rinsed out a teapot with boiling water, measured in the tea carefully, and filled the pot with hot water to steep. He repeated the process with a second teapot and a different tin of tea. While Percy preferred Earl Grey, Harry didn't care for it. He glanced over the tray, nodded to himself, and deftly carried it out to the other room where Harry waited.
"Everything looks marvellous, Percy," said Harry, looking first at the tray and then at Percy, and smiling. "You needn't have gone to so much trouble."
"You know I like to have a proper tea," said Percy, "and I wanted this one to be special."
"Oh? Why?" Harry raised his eyebrows.
"After tea I'll explain," said Percy, flushing slightly.
When only crumbs remained on the plates and dregs in the pots, Harry tipped his tea cup over to let the last drops drain, looked at the leaves in the bottom, and grinned at Percy. "Too bad I don't remember anything much from that part of Divination class, or perhaps I could find out why you wanted this tea to be special."
Percy's heart was beating so loudly that he thought Harry must be able to hear it too. He reached into the pocket of his robes and closed his hand around a tiny box, withdrawing it slowly. The words he had practiced sounded limp and foolish in his ears as he spoke them.
"Would you like to have tea with me like this every week for the rest of our lives?"
He held out the box to Harry, who took it and opened it to see, nestled inside, the plain platinum band Percy had chosen.
Harry cleared his throat, but his voice still cracked as he said, "I can't think of anyone I'd rather have tea with, forever."
Percy held Harry tight and kissed him. Now he could feel Harry's heart pounding just as hard as his own.