shoeboxes4all (shoeboxes4all) wrote in severus_sighs, @ 2010-01-10 07:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | drabble, member: shoebox, pairing: severus/harry, rating: pg-13 |
reposted for Krishna on her birthday
Written before we had the ij comm - Krishna wanted stories where the boys had problems with getting older. This fits the bill, sort of.
Title: Wailing
Author: shoeboxes4all
Pairing: Severus/Harry
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 558
Warnings: In the spirit of the great warnings debate - none necessary, I feel.
Summary: In which Harry gets drunk and Severus worries. Again.
A/N: Prompt: Snow said 'Snape prodded (blank) with his wand'. Features pissed!Harry (that's pissed in the English sense), slightly uncertain!Snape. Unbetad - all mistakes are my own.
ObDisclaimer - These characters are not mine, they were created by someone else. I just give them stuff to do in their spare time.
Severus started awake from a very pleasant doze on the sofa, his senses tingling. Someone, or something, was making a terrible wailing sound. He sat for a minute getting his bearings. The sound seemed to be coming from upstairs.
He stalked quietly up the stairs, listening intently as the wailing turned into hiccup-y sobs.
Harry was slumped on the bedroom floor, clothes scattered everywhere and a pair of tight black jeans round his knees.
Bleary eyes tried to focus on the figure leaning on the door frame.
"I can't get them on, Sev'rus."
"Why are you trying? Those are from years ago. You had a growth spurt about 10 years ago, remember. We agreed all the old clothes are going to the charity shop. They were packed and ready to go."
The wailing started again. "But they are my favourites. Oh gods Sev'rus I'm fat. And old."
"And drunk. Have you been out with Weasley again?"
"Mmhmm, early birthday cel'bration." Harry brightened up "It's my birthday tomorrow."
"I know. The big 3-0." He moved to sit on the floor beside Harry, and put his arm around the distressed and hiccuping twit. "It's no age at all, you know, especially for people like us."
"But nobody will look at me ever again."
"I will look at you." he said softly.
Unaware of the tension creeping into Severus' voice, Harry blubbed on, "Nobody will ever fancy me again. NO-ONE fancies a 30-year-old queen."
"I will fancy you Harry."
"NOBODY. I might as well be invisible. And I can't get my trousers on." By now he was hunting round the floor "I need more drink. Where's my bottle?"
Suddenly feeling very old, Severus sighed and shoved the liquor bottle away with his foot. "I think you've had enough."
"Have not. Give me my bottle." Harry lunged for the bottle, forgetting that he had tight trousers wrapped around his knees. Somehow he ended up on his back. Severus saw his chance and sat on him.
"I will look at you. And I will fancy you."
"Yes but YOU don't count."
Severus froze. Was that really how he felt? He'd always known, deep down, that that this relationship was most likely temporary. Such a bright and vital young man couldn't really want to be with an emotionally stunted ex-Death Eater, could he? Looking down at the currently not so bright and vital young man snivelling on the floor he gave himself a mental shake, and drew his wand.
Now it was Harry's turn to freeze. Shit, an instant SoberUp moment.
"Now listen to me, you quidditch drunkard." Severus growled. "I. look. at. you. I. fancy. you. And I. fucking. well. do. count." All the while he had been prodding Harry's chest with his wand.
Red-rimmed green eyes looked up at him. "Merlin, you're hot when you're angry."
"Yes, erm well." Nonplussed, Severus started to pull away but caught himself just in time. Giving himself another mental shake he brought his wand up again and tapped the end of Harry's nose. "I mean it. I do count."
"Of course you do." Harry may have been a bit squiffy but he knew he'd leapt way way over the line. He caught Severus's hand and squeezed. They stayed quiet for a little while, catching their breath, calming down, appreciating one another's presence.
"Umm, Severus"
"Yes Harry."
"I can't feel my legs."
ends