roozetter (roozetter) wrote in severus_sighs, @ 2010-08-25 11:59:00 |
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A Potion For That
Title: A Potion For That
Author:
Word Count: 869
Rating: PG
Warnings: Erm, none.
Pairing: Harry/Severus
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Written around 1am in response to atypicalsnowman’s drabble prompt to, “No, there is not a potion for that.” It’s short and fluffy.
“…Was wondering if you had a potion that could reverse…” Harry trailed off miserably, encompassing the destroyed room around him with a single, heart-felt gesture. “This.”
Severus stared blankly at his lover and said, "No, there is not a potion for that."
“Really?” Harry answered in a small voice. “Not even if I promise to do that thing with the feathered handcuffs you’ve been hinting at for weeks?”
A slight pause. “No, not even then.” Severus frowned, crossing his arms defensively across his chest. “I never lower myself to such asinine actions as hinting, Potter.”
“If you say so.” Harry looked less than impressed, surveying the scene before him with drooping shoulders, lower lip pouting out.
Severus rolled his eyes, turning to examine the trashed greenhouse with a critical eye. “Precisely what possessed you to invade Longbottom’s domain in the first place?”
“It was supposed to be a surprise!” Harry wailed, lifting his hands to tug at his hair. “He’s been so good about distracting Ginny lately that I thought it would be a good idea to buy him a surprise plant and tidy up his greenhouse before he came back from their vacation.” They both watched as a wilted plant with yellow leaves steadily dribbled mucus onto the once pristine countertop.
“Clearly, not one of your brightest ideas.”
Harry scowled half-heartedly, sending cleaning spells around the room at random. “Hopefully Ginny put out on their vacation and Nev won’t be too mad at me.” Harry turned his big green eyes to Severus, emphasizing his pout in the way he knew Severus secretly adored. “Will you still love me even if it becomes public that I am a compete failure at planning surprises, and really am, in fact, a hopeless romantic with the survival instincts of a mosquito?”
“Potter.” Severus rolled his eyes. “I have no recollection of comparing your survival instincts to those of a mosquito, though it does appear to be linguistically correct.” One arm wrapping automatically around Harry as he cuddled into his side, Severus leaned down and placed a brief kiss on those pouting lips before pulling away and striding to the door. “I may not have a potion to correct your newest foul-up, but I do possess something better.”
“Oh, yeah?” Harry glanced warily at the twitching plants around him before turning and hurrying after his lover. “What’s that? A potion equivalent to a small atomic bomb that will wipe out Neville’s entire home instead of just his greenhouse?”
“No.” Severus paused slightly, seeming to consider whether or not he would be able to produce such a potion, before continuing on his trek towards the house’s back door.
“Then what? What could you possibly have that will bail me out of this mess?”
Severus turned, giving Harry a tight, mean smirk before collecting a handful of Floo powder. “A lifetime of acquiring blackmail.”
An hour later Pomona Sprout, Narcissa Malfoy, Minerva McGonagall, and Horace Slughorn were putting the finishing touches on a gleaming, freshly stocked greenhouse, while Severus observed them all with his arms crossed over his chest and a scowl on his face. Harry stood beside him, bouncing on his toes with happiness. “It’s so shiny!”
“So, Severus, my boy.” Horace gave his former colleague a wary look. “How did you manage to track me down after the war?”
“One need not resort to outlandish clubs in order to effectively collect information.”
“Really, Severus.” Narcissa gave a chiding smile, reaching up to ensure her hair was still perfectly coifed. “You needn’t have thrown those silly old pictures in my face after all these years.” She straightened her pristine robes as she glided towards the door. “You know I derived as much pleasure posing for them as you’ve had looking at them all these years.” Harry’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Now I am off. Gardening is so hard on one’s skin, I really must go get a full body wrap.” She blew a kiss to Severus, gave Harry a perfectly bland smile, and vanished out the doors.
“Pictures?”
Pomona and Minerva patted Harry on the shoulder and glared at Severus before taking their leave. “I have not the faintest notion what Narcissa was referring to.” Severus smiled mockingly at his co-workers as they left, ignoring Slughorn entirely as the man slunk out behind them. “I will, however, admit to a weakness for handcuffs and artistic positioning. A throwback to my childhood desire to emulate James Bond, if you will.”
Harry gave one last glance around the bright room before turning and sliding his arms around Severus’s waist. “If I let your childhood desires mesh with your adult desires and let you handcuff and position me to your heart’s content, will you get rid of her old pictures?” Severus frowned down at him in response. Harry pouted again, stretching on tiptoes to rub his mouth against Severus’s neck. “I think there’s a way to add sound to animated photos now…”
Severus smirked, wrapping his arms tightly around Harry and Apparrating them directly to their bedroom. Harry shivered as he felt his robes vanish, wondering if he should feel more nervous or aroused when Severus whispered hotly in his ear, “I do have a potion for that.”