Dec 16, Harry Potter, Severus/Remus, A Good Time Title: A Good Time Author:shadowycat Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: Severus/Remus Word Count: 470 words Prompt: 16: People drinking champagne, holding sparklers, and wearing festive hats. Rating: PG Warning: unbeta'd
Remus wandered through the holiday gathering, trying not to show how bored he was. He didn’t work for the Ministry of Magic and, since the war, there’d been such a turnover in staff that he didn’t even recognize many of the people who stood around him laughing and talking and swilling champagne. It had been nice of Kingsley to include him in the invitation, but he’d really rather be home by the fire. He smiled to himself, apparently he really was getting old.
Severus, on the other hand, seemed to be having a great time. Of course, he did work for the Ministry now and must know most of the people at the party. Remus paused and took a sip of his champagne as he watched Severus over the rim of his glass. The new Head of the Ministry Potions Lab was chatting up the Minister for Magic, and they both seemed to be enjoying the conversation immensely.
Remus turned away and tried very hard not to be jealous. Severus had had a very tough time during the war. Now that it was finally over, he deserved to have as much fun and receive as many offers of respect, admiration, and affection as came his way. If Remus wished that he didn’t seem to enjoy talking with his extremely attractive boss quite so much, well, Remus was just going to have to get over it.
A short time later, as Remus was occupying himself counting the many ornaments on the huge Christmas tree for the second time, he suddenly became aware of someone standing rather close behind him. Severus’s voice floated over his shoulder. “Can we leave yet?”
Surprised, Remus turned around. “You want to leave so soon? You seemed to be having such a good time talking with Kingsley.” Remus mentally cringed as he heard a hint of his jealousy in his voice.
Severus raised an eyebrow and a knowing smirk played with the corner of his lips. “I was merely being polite. He is the Minister for Magic and my boss, you know.”
“I know,” agreed Remus quietly.
Severus leaned in closer and rested his hand on Remus’s arm. His thumb began making soft, circular motions against the exposed skin of Remus’s wrist. “A huge gathering like this isn’t my idea of a good time,” he murmured softly.
Remus’s heart began to beat faster in his chest and abruptly his collar seemed much too tight.
“No?” he whispered through a suddenly dry mouth.
Severus smiled a slightly predatory smile. “No, my idea of a good time doesn’t involve champagne, sparklers, funny hats, and hoards of tedious people. It simply involves you and me, a warm fire, a soft rug, and very little clothing...”
Remus stared into Severus’s dark eyes for a moment before saying, “I’ll get our cloaks.”