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gin_tonicAnd so it begins! This year, I'm trying to finish all 24 days of Adventdrabbles. I can't promise to post one per day, but I'll do my very best. This year, I'll have one series going. It can be found under the tag adventdrabbles15.
Title: Peace and Quiet
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Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape, George Weasley/Viktor Krum
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adventdrabbles' Dec 01 Prompt: Winter sunrise
Word Count: 300
Warnings: none
A/N: All entries to this series can be found here.
Harry watched the sun cast its first rays onto the snow. It was a cold morning in Scotland and he was thankful the elves had already lit the fire. Wrapped in a thick bathrobe, he shuffled over to the small table and reached for the mug of tea that was waiting for him there, just like every morning. There was nothing like a cup of tea in the morning.
At least it was Saturday now, which meant no teaching. But he still had to go out and brace the masses in Diagonal Alley in order to buy some Christmas presents.
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"Jingle Bells, your arsehole smells—" Harry quickly shut the small music box and glared at George. "This isn't what I had in mind when I said 'present'."
George shrugged. "Well, you should have been more precise. Some information can be vital. For example: Who is it for?"
Harry blushed and looked around furtively, and then whispered, "Severus."
"Oh, right! You want to get into his pants!"
"What? I—No—"
"Harry. Mate. Everyone knows."
"Everyone?" squeaked Harry.
"Everyone."
"Even Severus?"
"Especially Severus. You've been mooning over the man for well over a year now."
Harry crossed his arms in front of his chest. "You're just jealous."
George laughed and placed the music box back on the shelf. "Hey, I don't have to jealous. I have my own personal professional Quidditch player."
Harry gave him a look. "Whatever. Do you have a fitting present or do I need to go elsewhere?"
"Honestly? If I were you and tried to get into his pants, I'd shop elsewhere. Now, if you're looking for something for my ickle sister, I've got some stink bombs I might interest you in," George called after Harry, but Harry had already turned around and left the shop.
Title: Peace and Quiet
Author:
me_midgetRating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape, George Weasley/Viktor Krum
Prompt: Written for
adventdrabbles' Dec 01 Prompt: Winter sunriseWord Count: 300
Warnings: none
A/N: All entries to this series can be found here.
Harry watched the sun cast its first rays onto the snow. It was a cold morning in Scotland and he was thankful the elves had already lit the fire. Wrapped in a thick bathrobe, he shuffled over to the small table and reached for the mug of tea that was waiting for him there, just like every morning. There was nothing like a cup of tea in the morning.
At least it was Saturday now, which meant no teaching. But he still had to go out and brace the masses in Diagonal Alley in order to buy some Christmas presents.
"Jingle Bells, your arsehole smells—" Harry quickly shut the small music box and glared at George. "This isn't what I had in mind when I said 'present'."
George shrugged. "Well, you should have been more precise. Some information can be vital. For example: Who is it for?"
Harry blushed and looked around furtively, and then whispered, "Severus."
"Oh, right! You want to get into his pants!"
"What? I—No—"
"Harry. Mate. Everyone knows."
"Everyone?" squeaked Harry.
"Everyone."
"Even Severus?"
"Especially Severus. You've been mooning over the man for well over a year now."
Harry crossed his arms in front of his chest. "You're just jealous."
George laughed and placed the music box back on the shelf. "Hey, I don't have to jealous. I have my own personal professional Quidditch player."
Harry gave him a look. "Whatever. Do you have a fitting present or do I need to go elsewhere?"
"Honestly? If I were you and tried to get into his pants, I'd shop elsewhere. Now, if you're looking for something for my ickle sister, I've got some stink bombs I might interest you in," George called after Harry, but Harry had already turned around and left the shop.
