alisanne (alisanne) wrote in snape_potter, @ 2014-07-08 21:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | alisanne, ficlet, rating: pg, summer challenge14 |
Summer Challenge 14: A Real Holiday
Title: A Real Holiday
Author: alisanne
Other pairings/threesome: N/A
Rating: PG
Word count: 300
Theme chosen: Travel
Warning(s): None.
Summary: One man's conference is another's holiday.
A/N: Thanks to sevfan and emynn for the beta-reading assistance. *glomps*
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A Real Holiday
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Severus found Harry waiting in the piazza by the conference hotel. “Did you find a way to entertain yourself today?”
Harry grinned in welcome. “I did.” Linking his arm with Severus’ he said, “Did you know there’s a gelato shop on just about every corner? They make some fantastic flavours, too.”
Severus hummed. “I know. That’s not all you ate today, was it?”
“Nope. I had pizza and fried rice balls and these donut-like things--”
“So basically you snacked all day.” Severus shook his head. “Must be nice to have the metabolism of an Auror.”
Harry snorted. “Yeah, because you’re so fat?”
Severus smirked. “Point. I suppose you’re not interested in eating now, then?”
“I didn’t say that.” Steering them towards a tiny alley, Harry murmured, “I spotted a small restaurant back here that I thought we could try. The carbonara smelled divine when I passed by earlier.” He paused. “Unless you have to go back?”
“No,” said Severus. There was a conference dinner, but given the choice between hotel food and an authentic Italian meal with Harry, there wasn’t much to think about.
As they sat on the restaurant’s patio sipping wine and sharing a huge plate of spaghetti carbonara, Harry asked, “Is the conference running all day tomorrow, too?”
“Alas, yes.” Severus sighed. “I had hoped I’d have time to make this a real holiday with you--”
Harry clasped his hand. “Oh, no worries,” he said. “This works out fine. You get to do your potions thing, and I get to sleep in and sightsee. I think it’s a real holiday.”
Severus relaxed. “And at least we get to spend our evenings together.”
“Exactly.” Harry’s fingers tightened possessively on his. “Those potions people may claim your days, but your nights belong to me.”
Severus hummed. “Indeed they do.”
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