Step 4: Tactical Retreat.
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pekelekeTitle: Step 4: Tactical Retreat.
Fandom: Harry potter (Snarry)
Characters: Harry Potter, Severus Snape.
Author: pekeleke.
Rating: G.
Word count: 606
Disclaimer: Don't own these characters. No money is being made out of this work.
A/N: Unbetaed. Written for the adventdrabbles (DW,LJ, IJ) 2014 prompt 8: Red and/or Green, Prompt 9: The North Pole.
A/N2: This is the next part of my In Love And War Series.
Summary: “I can't do this today. I can't do this at all. I have a million things to do, Potter.”
Step 4: Tactical Retreat.
Potter made a beeline for the staff-room's fireplace as soon as they crossed the doorway, claiming loudly along the way:
“Brrrr! I haven't noticed how cold I was until I set foot inside the castle. Feels like we spent the afternoon in the North Pole instead of the Quidditch pitch, doesn't it, Severus?”
Aurora, Pomona and Minerva, who were the only other teachers present, swiveled towards them in unison. Feminine eyebrows arched in curious inquiry as their gazes traveled from Potter's moving frame to his own.
“There's still some tea in the kettle, Harry. Twinky brought it over less than five minutes ago.” Minerva said, smiling at the relieved sigh the DADA professor exhaled as he extended his cold-reddened hands towards the fire.
“Tea sounds absolutely lovely, Minerva. I'll pour us both a cup as soon as the feeling gets back into my fingers.”
“Don't bother. I'll get it, Potter.” Severus found himself interjecting, deeply troubled by the idea that the brat intended to serve him a drink even though he was clearly in need of warming up after flying all afternoon long. “I didn't realize you'd gotten so cold. You should have cast a Warming Charm bubble around yourself.”
“I did. I told the kids to cast one, too, so don't go rushing down there to check if they're fine. They are, I promise you, Severus. I just don't like to include my broom's handle in the Warming Charm because it gets overly hot and my sweat prevents me from getting a proper grip on it, that's why my hands get so cold. But they're fine now, see? My fingers are moving enough to take my coat off and everything.”
Suiting actions to words Potter started unbuttoning his coat as Severus placed his own scarf on the back of his precious couch and set off to prepare their tea. The women went back to whatever idle gossip they'd been discussing and he lost himself in the blessed simplicity of pouring two cups of tea, one of them sickeningly sweet.
Halfway back towards his colleague, precious tea carefully balanced on an ancient plastic tray, Severus lifted his gaze and froze. Potter had sat on the couch, winter-pale neck extended against the backrest as he basked in the fire's warmth with his eyes closed. He'd dumped his coat carelessly on the floor but had draped his scarf over Severus' own, forming a loosely linked rope of red and green fabric that struck him as the epitome of intimacy. Severus stared at their intertwined scarves intently, unable to understand why such a simple sight affected him so much and a wave of utter terror rose within him.
As if his distressed thoughts had seeped into the room and tapped him on the shoulder, Potter's eyes suddenly opened and he stared right at him, frowning almost immediately with unmistakable concern:
“What's wrong? You look pale, Severus.”
“I have a million things to do. I can't stay here and argue with you over who should be sitting on that couch, Potter.” He mumbled and had to stop himself from physically cringing at the obvious agitation in his tone.
“I thought we were having tea.” Potter said, peering myopically at him through heat-fogged lenses, but Severus wasn't willing to sit here and play house with a boy who could, literally, play that game with anyone he wanted, so he plonked the tea-tray atop the closest table and spoke with cold finality:
“I can't do this today. I can't do this at all. I'm way too busy, Potter. And I—I do not desire to be burdened with the unbearable levity of holiday-related... camaraderie.”
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Date: 2014-12-09 07:45 pm (UTC)I know it will be OK in the end, though.
*mutters at Sev and pets Harry*
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Date: 2014-12-11 02:16 am (UTC)Thanks so much for taking the time to both read and review this story so far. Your comment was greatly appreciated.
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Date: 2014-12-09 08:26 pm (UTC)It's heartening to see how Harry immediately reacts the moment he is aware of Severus's distress. Perhaps he can sway Sev's reaction and get him to stay, so that they can finish their tea? But, even if it takes longer, I'm confident that he will succeed in the end.
Thank you for this chapter! ^^
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Date: 2014-12-11 02:18 am (UTC)I'm thrilled you're still enjoying this story. Thanks, as always, for your lovely comment, teryarel.
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Date: 2014-12-10 08:31 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2014-12-11 02:21 am (UTC)I'm glad you're still enjoying this story, agnes. Thanks, as always, for your lovely comment. :)
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Date: 2014-12-11 04:31 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2014-12-12 07:25 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2014-12-17 04:04 am (UTC)I'm glad you're still having fun with this fic. Thanks so much for your gorgeous comment.:)
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Date: 2014-12-14 05:14 pm (UTC)No matter how you persist in trying to push Harry away it won't work. One of these days you'll get that.
Looking forward to more.
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Date: 2014-12-17 04:06 am (UTC)I'm glad you're still enjoying this fic, ali. Thanks, as always, for taking the time to both read and review another work of mine. :D