snarryhols (snarryhols) wrote in snarry_holidays, @ 2007-11-13 09:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | fic, post-dh: ewe, rated: nc-17 |
Persona Non Grata, for katling
Title: Persona Non Grata (2/2)
Author: jadzialove
Giftee: katling
Word Count: approx. 12,900
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape
Warnings: Rimming, Light Bondage, Some DH spoilers but basically EWE
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Co. belong to Jo Rowling and, in part, by various other large companies that are not me.
Summary: katling's prompt: Severus is still viewed with suspicion and distrust, Harry dislikes this intensely and decides to take steps. Hope this fits the bill, katling!
Persona Non Grata
Continued from Part One
The hangover Harry awoke with the next day was earned honestly and he'd suffered in silence. He felt better by Monday, when he made his way once again to Diagon Alley. After his outburst the other day, he thought he ought to use the Anonymous spell again—he considered not going at all, but he had to, had to know if it'd done any good.
Snape made his way to the bookshop and entered without giving Harry a second glance. Harry had barely crossed the threshold himself when Snape pushed past him, and it took a moment to realize that the "Potter!" he'd spat as he exited was a general curse and not because Snape had recognized him.
He dropped the Anonymous and stepped into the shop. "What happened?"
The clerk glared at him. "I was nice to 'im! Just like you asked, an' look what it got me!"
Uncertain as to whether or not this was a successful turn of events, Harry tried to appease the man. "Look, I'm settling back down here and I plan to have a library—would you be able to help me stock it?"
When he left an hour and forty minutes later, his purse was somewhat lighter, promising to be lighter still in the near future, and he and the clerk, Owen, were old friends.
On Wednesday, Harry found himself the owner of a side of beef, four hams and thirteen quails.
On Thursday, Snape failed to show at all.
By Friday afternoon, Harry had become concerned. Edna and her counterpart paced the little teashop taking it in turns to peer out the doorway and down the alley, checking the time. Harry sat uncomfortably at one of the dozen lace-covered café tables, his Earl Grey growing cold in the dainty teacup.
Harry admitted defeat on Monday when Owen asked with concern, "D'you reckon he's all right?"
It was, he knew, time to face the music.
"So you just arbitrarily decided to take action without speaking to him first?"
Hermione's office was tastefully decorated and rather on the large-ish size, but it seemed to shrink to the size of a cubicle as her disappointment and alarm filled the room.
"I get it, okay? I bollocksed it up!"
"Harry, it's so much more than that—you've taken away his outlet without warning or anything to put in its place. There's no telling what he might resort to as a substitute!" The only thing keeping Harry from lashing back at her was the truly distressed tone in her voice.
And the fact that he'd spent the entire weekend and most of that morning, wondering and worrying about the very same thing.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, hoping to untangle the knots that were in his stomach. "How do I fix it?" He looked up and caught her eye, pleading with his own. "Please help me fix it, Hermione. I only meant to help."
Harry could almost see the lecture on arrogance forming in her head, but nothing she could say would be worse than what he'd already thought of himself. Though there really wasn't anything much worse than her disappointment.
His face must have conveyed some of that, as she sighed, then said, "Wait here."
She squeezed his shoulder in comfort as she passed, and it filled him with gratitude.