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gin_tonicTitle: Birthday Wishes – Part 1
Author:me_midget
Written for:dreamingjewel, who bought this series at Fandom Aid and wished for Harry/Severus/Kingsley
Rating: PG-13 (in this part only)
Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape/Kingsley Shacklebolt
Word Count: 5x100
Warnings: threesome
A/N: Yet another one of these that is (incredibly) late. And I'm sorry for that! I hope you have an awesome birthday, though. So… Happy Birthday!!! :D I hope you like the drabbles.
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When Harry had moved in with Ron, he'd thought it would be like in Hogwarts. Hanging out together, going to the pub… But Ron spent all of his time at Hermione's, only returning to the flat to get fresh clothes. Harry suspected he wasn't even bringing back the dirty ones. And so life – post-war, post-Hogwarts – his new life, started out pretty damn boring.
Every day of the week was the same. Harry would get up, go to work, return late, eat dinner alone, crawl into a cold bed and fall asleep. The weekend only lacked the distraction of his job.
******
It was no surprise then, Harry pounced on the first invitation to go out he got: Kingsley's birthday party, held at a pub. Normally, Harry would have felt weird to go to his boss' party, but they'd fought side by side and taking a hex for somebody kind of stripped away the whole hierarchy thing.
And so Harry bought a nice bottle of wine, wrapped it with a big bow and made his way over to the pub. A lot of people attended the party, but Kingsley still spotted him right away when he entered and came over.
"Happy Birthday."
******
Beer in hand, Harry felt a bit lost. Kingsley was busy entertaining his many other guests and Harry was left between mostly strangers. Looking for some place to sit, he spotted an empty space in a booth – a booth that was occupied by none other than Snape!
With a smile that was almost why, Harry slid into the booth. "Hullo."
Snape looked up and sneered. "You."
"Looks that way. I didn't know you were invited, too."
"Disappointed?"
Harry shook his head. "Hardly. I've been meaning to talk to you for about a while now."
Snape sighed. "About your mother?"
"No. Err ... –" How to elegantly put that he'd meant to apologize and that he wanted to spend time with Snape? "About … about you." Not like that.
******
Harry had apologised and quickly fetched two ales at the bar. Snape seemed to forgive him, at least, and for a while they kept in the innocent waters of recent Daily Prophet blunders and catching up on Diagon Alley developments. Despite that, Harry wasn't bored. He found himself fascinated by Snape, by the way his lips moved, the way his rough, slender fingers gestured. He'd long ago accepted his crush on Snape – after all, he was sure nothing would or could ever happen between them. Until Harry reached for Snape's glass to get them another round and their fingers touched.
******
Before Harry could do more than blush furiously, Kingsley slid next to Harry into the booth."I trust you're enjoying the party?"
Harry nodded dumbly, all too aware of the way Snape was looking at him.
Kingsley eased the tension with stories and jokes, but it never completely dissipated. But Harry found himself glad Kingsley was there, so close, warmth and confidence emanating from him. Harry sipped slowly on his beer, fearing that more alcohol would cause him to spill his desires. Kingsley was just too close to ignore – and when he spoke with that deep, velvety tenor of his, Harry tingled down to his toes. Snape had a different effect on him, but no less strong. The object of his admiration ever since Harry had learned the truth about him, Harry still had conflicted feelings about him. And the way he was looking at Harry – like he wanted to rip off his clothes and fuck him … though maybe that was just wishful thinking on Harry's part.
******
End of Part 1 – Find Part 2 here
Author:
me_midgetWritten for:
dreamingjewel, who bought this series at Fandom Aid and wished for Harry/Severus/KingsleyRating: PG-13 (in this part only)
Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape/Kingsley Shacklebolt
Word Count: 5x100
Warnings: threesome
A/N: Yet another one of these that is (incredibly) late. And I'm sorry for that! I hope you have an awesome birthday, though. So… Happy Birthday!!! :D I hope you like the drabbles.
When Harry had moved in with Ron, he'd thought it would be like in Hogwarts. Hanging out together, going to the pub… But Ron spent all of his time at Hermione's, only returning to the flat to get fresh clothes. Harry suspected he wasn't even bringing back the dirty ones. And so life – post-war, post-Hogwarts – his new life, started out pretty damn boring.
Every day of the week was the same. Harry would get up, go to work, return late, eat dinner alone, crawl into a cold bed and fall asleep. The weekend only lacked the distraction of his job.
It was no surprise then, Harry pounced on the first invitation to go out he got: Kingsley's birthday party, held at a pub. Normally, Harry would have felt weird to go to his boss' party, but they'd fought side by side and taking a hex for somebody kind of stripped away the whole hierarchy thing.
And so Harry bought a nice bottle of wine, wrapped it with a big bow and made his way over to the pub. A lot of people attended the party, but Kingsley still spotted him right away when he entered and came over.
"Happy Birthday."
Beer in hand, Harry felt a bit lost. Kingsley was busy entertaining his many other guests and Harry was left between mostly strangers. Looking for some place to sit, he spotted an empty space in a booth – a booth that was occupied by none other than Snape!
With a smile that was almost why, Harry slid into the booth. "Hullo."
Snape looked up and sneered. "You."
"Looks that way. I didn't know you were invited, too."
"Disappointed?"
Harry shook his head. "Hardly. I've been meaning to talk to you for about a while now."
Snape sighed. "About your mother?"
"No. Err ... –" How to elegantly put that he'd meant to apologize and that he wanted to spend time with Snape? "About … about you." Not like that.
Harry had apologised and quickly fetched two ales at the bar. Snape seemed to forgive him, at least, and for a while they kept in the innocent waters of recent Daily Prophet blunders and catching up on Diagon Alley developments. Despite that, Harry wasn't bored. He found himself fascinated by Snape, by the way his lips moved, the way his rough, slender fingers gestured. He'd long ago accepted his crush on Snape – after all, he was sure nothing would or could ever happen between them. Until Harry reached for Snape's glass to get them another round and their fingers touched.
Before Harry could do more than blush furiously, Kingsley slid next to Harry into the booth."I trust you're enjoying the party?"
Harry nodded dumbly, all too aware of the way Snape was looking at him.
Kingsley eased the tension with stories and jokes, but it never completely dissipated. But Harry found himself glad Kingsley was there, so close, warmth and confidence emanating from him. Harry sipped slowly on his beer, fearing that more alcohol would cause him to spill his desires. Kingsley was just too close to ignore – and when he spoke with that deep, velvety tenor of his, Harry tingled down to his toes. Snape had a different effect on him, but no less strong. The object of his admiration ever since Harry had learned the truth about him, Harry still had conflicted feelings about him. And the way he was looking at Harry – like he wanted to rip off his clothes and fuck him … though maybe that was just wishful thinking on Harry's part.
