elmyraemilie (elmyraemilie) wrote in snape_potter, @ 2014-07-01 20:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | summer challenge14 |
Summer Challenge 14: Are We There Yet? (General, Romance)
Title: Are We There Yet?
Author: elmyraemilie
Other pairings/threesome: none
Rating: G
Word count: 354
Theme chosen: Travel
Warning(s): Nothing to warn for.
Summary: The war is over. Now there's time for normal life stuff, like going away on holiday.
A/N: Unbetaed; it's a quickie.
"Will you stop complaining?"
"There is ample cause for complaint. That international portkey was worthless. The time and money spent on that could have been expended on something that actually functioned. There should never be any reason to--"
"--'recharm such an important magical device.' Yes, you've said so five times, and I've agreed with you four times. Now I'm asking you to just let it go. The trip is over, we've arrived. Or at least I have."
Severus stood by the dresser and continued to stew, but at least he did it in silence. Harry crossed to the dresser; he pulled his suitcase from his pocket and restored it to size. Without looking up, he said, "It's a really nice room, isn't it? This is going to be so much fun. Ten days away from everything. I can't wait to try the spa."
"Spa," Severus sniffed. "We have a well-appointed bath at home." He pushed down on the mattress with the flat of one hand. "This bed seems hard."
Shirts in hand, Harry stared over at him. "Oh, yes. We do have a bath and a bed at home. Very comfortable they are, too. But Severus..." When Snape did not look at him, he put the clothes down and repeated, "Severus."
The dark eyes Harry loved so much finally met his. "We have a lovely home. But we do not have this." With a wave of his wand, Harry opened the curtains at the broad window. Severus opened his mouth. He closed it and opened it again, and looked at Harry. "No." Looked out the window of their room. "No, we do not have that."
Draping one arm around Severus' waist, Harry pulled him over and rested his head on his shoulder. Together they gazed out at Mount Blanc, magnificent, improbably close, painted pink and gold and blue by the setting sun.
"It's our holiday, Severus. You deserve it. So do I. We're going to have a fantastic time. We'll hike and eat and lay around and have mind-blowing sex and nobody can stop us. Nobody but ourselves, anyway. Try to relax, okay?"
"Very well," Severus murmured. "I will do my best. Understand that I am only doing this for you, however."
With a sigh, Harry said, "Whatever gets you here. Now, help me unpack, then you can use your potions-journal French on the restaurant staff. I'm starving."
~end~
Note: Severus and Harry are on holiday in Chamonix, France.