elmyraemilie (elmyraemilie) wrote in snape_potter, @ 2014-07-04 11:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | summer challenge14 |
Summer Challenge 14: We Are Wizards (General, Romance)
Title: We Are Wizards
Author: elmyraemilie
Other pairings/threesome: Minerva McGonagall and Pomona Sprout, mentioned in passing
Rating: General
Word count: ~600
Theme chosen: My own--long weekend.
Warning(s): None
Summary: There's always too much to do, but some things just won't wait
A/N: Unbetaed. If I was a witch with an Apparation license, I'd never get anything done.
When Harry woke that Friday morning, the spot beside him was empty and cool. It was still early. Hadn't he and Snape been getting up at six in the morning for twenty years? They didn't need to set an alarm anymore, though on weekdays Snape set one anyway; he had a horror of being late to the office.
So, even though there was no reason to be out of bed before seven on this day off, Harry yawned and stretched and put his feet into slippers to go in search of his spouse. In the kitchen, there was a pot of tea charmed to stay hot; next to it, quill, ink and parchment. Harry poured himself a cup and took a seat to see what was up.
Tea
Pick dew-wort and clean
Finish Molly's gnome repellent
Pickle dew-wort
Clean laboratory
Scrivenshaft's--ink, fresh quills?
Laundry!
Dinner--ask Minerva and Pomona?
Finish and send letter to editor
He sat there for a few minutes, drinking his tea, thinking about his own plans. Then he padded back upstairs, showered, dressed and, after a stop in the kitchen, headed out to Snape's lab. At the door, he knocked; it had only taken two near-disasters early in their marriage for him to learn that Snape wasn't kidding when he said some potions were extremely sensitive.
"Enter."
"Good morning!" Harry held out the cup of tea he'd brought. "Holy Merlin, that stinks."
"Ah, thank you." Snape sipped and regarded the white-enameled cauldron currently simmering over a low flame. "For the tea, that is."
"What's that stuff for again?"
With a raised brow and a quirked lip, Snape replied, "Beauty cream."
"You're not serious."
Nodding, Snape put his cup down and went to cast a measurement charm over the cauldron. Whatever the result was, he was satisfied with it, and spelled out the flame. "Here, you can help me with this."
Six tall jars waited in a row. Harry held the funnel as Snape filled the jars with the pickled dew-wort. The lids were spelled to seal, and Snape wiped his hands on a towel. Picking up his cup again, he asked, "What are your plans for the day?"
"Mmmmm. I don't know. I was thinking of going into town."
"Perhaps we can go together. I need to purchase ink and quills. I can't stay long, though. The lab--"
"Not that town."
Snape narrowed his eyes. "London, then?"
"Um, no, not London either."
Irritation crept into Snape's voice. "Don't play coy, Harry. I have quite a lot to do today."
"Yes, I saw your list. That's a lot to get done in one day. We do have three days this weekend, remember? A bit of time off."
"These tasks won't do themselves, will they? Where is it that you plan to go?"
"Well, I'm hungry. I could do with some breakfast."
"Harry..." A warning tone.
"Croissants, specifically. As you often remind me, we are wizards. I thought maybe a day in Limoges might be nice." Harry sidled a little closer and teased his hand up under Snape's long braid to rub at his neck. "It would be much, much nicer if you came along. We could have coffee and pastries, take a walk through the botanical garden, maybe see the guild museum." He closed the gap between his lips and Snape's ear to whisper, "Perhaps a romantic dinner overlooking the river. That is, if you think Scrivenshaft's can wait."
Snape shifted; he leaned away, then leaned back toward Harry. "Scrivenshaft's is...ah...open tomorrow, I believe." Harry continued to nibble at his earlobe. Slowly, Snape turned to fasten a kiss on his mouth. "But perhaps we might have lunch, rather than breakfast. You've reminded me of something...quite important...that we must do before we leave."