Fic: A Very Dresden (and Potter) Sequel (1/1) Dresden Files (TV)/HP (Dresden/Bob; Harry/Snape)
Fic: A Very Dresden (and Potter) Sequel
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Dresden Files (TV)/Harry Potter
Pairings: Harry Dresden/Bob; Harry/Snape
Rating: PG
Summary: Set soon after Harry, Harry, Snape, and Bob, a tiny sequel with a little bit of domestic bliss, some good news, and a small fire (it is Dresden after all).
Dis: Lies and bullshit, as always.
Author's Notes: For
leaper182, who requested it. I hope you like it, hon! Self-betaed. First person to spot a typo gets a pony! (Pony not guaranteed.)
A Very Dresden (and Potter) Sequel
By Perpetual Motion
“Like this?” Dresden asked. He was standing in the middle of the living room, the couch and coffee table having been shoved to the other end of the room, and he had his wand in his right hand, pointing it at the fireplace.
“Yes,” Bob said, walking around Harry to inspect him. “Now, concentrate on the fireplace and recite the spell.”
“Incendio!” Dresden said. Flame burst out of his wand, wavered towards the fireplace, and landed on a dishtowel. “Damnit!” Dresden yelped.
Bob lifted the pitcher of water in his left hand and doused the fire with it. “It’s fine.”
Dresden walked over to inspect the dish towel, scowling at the scorch mark on his counter. “That’s the third thing I’ve torched today,” he said to Bob. “Would you mind telling me, before we run out of towels and mint plants and blankets why I’m learning British wand work technique?”
“Because you set dish towels on fire by accident,” Bob replied, picking up the soggy mess and tossing it in the wastebin. He pointed towards the cleared living room space. “Back to one.”
“What shall we set on fire this time?”
Bob shrugged. “I supposed we’ll see.” He watched Dresden set his feet again. “No, not like that.” He walked behind Dresden, nudging at his feet to make him open his legs a little wider. “Keep your shoulders down,” he said, pressing on Dresden’s shoulders and massaging them briefly when Dresden adjusted them. “You have to follow the line of your wand.” He pressed against Dresden’s back and lined up their arms, curling his fingers over Dresden’s hand. “The end of your wand is like a gun sight. Pay attention to what it’s pointing at, and put your concentration on that point.”
“Little hard to do when you’re wrapped up around me,” Dresden said with a chuckle.
Bob slipped his arm around Dresden’s waist and brushed his nose behind Dresden’s ear. “Oh?”
The front door opened, and Harry Potter walked in, a pizza in one hand and a grin on his face. He stopped as the door shut, and he caught sight of Dresden and Bob. “Still?” he asked, laughing when Dresden stuck out his tongue. “You were feeling each other up when I left!”
“This is not feeling up,” Dresden said. “This is wand work.”
“Sure,” Harry said. “That’s what I always call it, too.”
“And changing the subject,” Dresden said, stepping away from Bob to inspect the pizza as Harry opened the box. “Pizza? Thought we were having sandwiches.”
“We were, but then I got a call.” Harry waved his cell phone, then huffed when there was a pop and a curl of smoke. “Why do I even bring it inside?” he muttered and tossed the cell into the wastebin next to the dishtowel. “Anyway,” he said as he reached for Dresden’s paper towels, “it was Fern. You remember Fern?”
Dresden winced. “Yes,” he muttered. “Though I’ve tried to block it from my mind, thanks.”
“Well, she’s decided to forgive you for setting her cat on fire-”
“And this is why you need to work on your wand control,” Bob interrupted.
“Yes, dear,” Dresden said in falsetto, making Harry grin and Bob roll his eyes.
“And actually pay for our services.”
Dresden beamed. “Yeah?”
“The check’s in the mail, minus the vet bill, which was pretty minor. You burned a patch of its hair off, but its okay otherwise.”
“Huh,” Dresden said, glancing at Bob. “A paying job.”
“It had to happen sometime,” Bob deadpanned.
“Oh, that reminds me,” Harry said, patting down the pockets of his cargo pants with his left hand while balancing his pizza in the other. He pulled out a stoppered vial and tossed it to Dresden. “Severus’s weekly donation to the business.”
“I am so tired of the taste of Mugwort,” Dresden said, but he uncorked the vial and downed it. “I haven’t even been injured in two months.”
“Stubbed toe on the coffee table two days ago,” Bob said.
“Blow to the head from the suspect last week,” Harry added.
“You know what I mean,” Dresden groused. He rolled his eyes when Bob and Harry grinned at one another.
“Tell Severus thank you,” Bob told Harry.
Harry nodded. “Will do. Though he’ll call you and remind you to quit thanking him and remind you that Dresden’s a liability.”
Dresden poked Harry in his scar. “Yeah, I’m the liability.”
“This liability is getting you paying work,” Harry pointed out. “Because, apparently, saying you’re a wizard in a British accent is more convincing for people than saying you’re one if you’re American.”
“We’re a skeptical people,” Dresden said.
“And still carrying a genetic disposition to secretly trust the British,” Bob replied. Harry laughed, and Dresden poked Bob with his wand.
“Careful,” Bob said, stepping away. There was a tiny plume of smoke coming off his shirt. He sighed and swatted at it, giving Dresden a look of mixed affection and annoyance. “Finish your pizza, and it’s back to work.”
“Work,” Harry snorted, snagging another slice of pizza and walking towards the lab. “I’m going to check the tracking potion and review the books. You may break even this month.”
“Will wonders never cease?” Dresden asked. Harry laughed again, and Bob curled his hand in Dresden’s shirt.
“I should hope not,” Bob said, and he smiled when Dresden kissed him.
“That’s not how you improve your wand work!” Harry called from the doorway of the lab.
“Depends on your definition of wand work,” Dresden retorted, and Harry fake-screamed in disgust as he shut the door of the lab.
“Really, Harry,” Bob said, but he chuckled when Dresden pushed him against the counter and kissed him again.
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Dresden Files (TV)/Harry Potter
Pairings: Harry Dresden/Bob; Harry/Snape
Rating: PG
Summary: Set soon after Harry, Harry, Snape, and Bob, a tiny sequel with a little bit of domestic bliss, some good news, and a small fire (it is Dresden after all).
Dis: Lies and bullshit, as always.
Author's Notes: For
leaper182, who requested it. I hope you like it, hon! Self-betaed. First person to spot a typo gets a pony! (Pony not guaranteed.)
A Very Dresden (and Potter) Sequel
By Perpetual Motion
“Like this?” Dresden asked. He was standing in the middle of the living room, the couch and coffee table having been shoved to the other end of the room, and he had his wand in his right hand, pointing it at the fireplace.
“Yes,” Bob said, walking around Harry to inspect him. “Now, concentrate on the fireplace and recite the spell.”
“Incendio!” Dresden said. Flame burst out of his wand, wavered towards the fireplace, and landed on a dishtowel. “Damnit!” Dresden yelped.
Bob lifted the pitcher of water in his left hand and doused the fire with it. “It’s fine.”
Dresden walked over to inspect the dish towel, scowling at the scorch mark on his counter. “That’s the third thing I’ve torched today,” he said to Bob. “Would you mind telling me, before we run out of towels and mint plants and blankets why I’m learning British wand work technique?”
“Because you set dish towels on fire by accident,” Bob replied, picking up the soggy mess and tossing it in the wastebin. He pointed towards the cleared living room space. “Back to one.”
“What shall we set on fire this time?”
Bob shrugged. “I supposed we’ll see.” He watched Dresden set his feet again. “No, not like that.” He walked behind Dresden, nudging at his feet to make him open his legs a little wider. “Keep your shoulders down,” he said, pressing on Dresden’s shoulders and massaging them briefly when Dresden adjusted them. “You have to follow the line of your wand.” He pressed against Dresden’s back and lined up their arms, curling his fingers over Dresden’s hand. “The end of your wand is like a gun sight. Pay attention to what it’s pointing at, and put your concentration on that point.”
“Little hard to do when you’re wrapped up around me,” Dresden said with a chuckle.
Bob slipped his arm around Dresden’s waist and brushed his nose behind Dresden’s ear. “Oh?”
The front door opened, and Harry Potter walked in, a pizza in one hand and a grin on his face. He stopped as the door shut, and he caught sight of Dresden and Bob. “Still?” he asked, laughing when Dresden stuck out his tongue. “You were feeling each other up when I left!”
“This is not feeling up,” Dresden said. “This is wand work.”
“Sure,” Harry said. “That’s what I always call it, too.”
“And changing the subject,” Dresden said, stepping away from Bob to inspect the pizza as Harry opened the box. “Pizza? Thought we were having sandwiches.”
“We were, but then I got a call.” Harry waved his cell phone, then huffed when there was a pop and a curl of smoke. “Why do I even bring it inside?” he muttered and tossed the cell into the wastebin next to the dishtowel. “Anyway,” he said as he reached for Dresden’s paper towels, “it was Fern. You remember Fern?”
Dresden winced. “Yes,” he muttered. “Though I’ve tried to block it from my mind, thanks.”
“Well, she’s decided to forgive you for setting her cat on fire-”
“And this is why you need to work on your wand control,” Bob interrupted.
“Yes, dear,” Dresden said in falsetto, making Harry grin and Bob roll his eyes.
“And actually pay for our services.”
Dresden beamed. “Yeah?”
“The check’s in the mail, minus the vet bill, which was pretty minor. You burned a patch of its hair off, but its okay otherwise.”
“Huh,” Dresden said, glancing at Bob. “A paying job.”
“It had to happen sometime,” Bob deadpanned.
“Oh, that reminds me,” Harry said, patting down the pockets of his cargo pants with his left hand while balancing his pizza in the other. He pulled out a stoppered vial and tossed it to Dresden. “Severus’s weekly donation to the business.”
“I am so tired of the taste of Mugwort,” Dresden said, but he uncorked the vial and downed it. “I haven’t even been injured in two months.”
“Stubbed toe on the coffee table two days ago,” Bob said.
“Blow to the head from the suspect last week,” Harry added.
“You know what I mean,” Dresden groused. He rolled his eyes when Bob and Harry grinned at one another.
“Tell Severus thank you,” Bob told Harry.
Harry nodded. “Will do. Though he’ll call you and remind you to quit thanking him and remind you that Dresden’s a liability.”
Dresden poked Harry in his scar. “Yeah, I’m the liability.”
“This liability is getting you paying work,” Harry pointed out. “Because, apparently, saying you’re a wizard in a British accent is more convincing for people than saying you’re one if you’re American.”
“We’re a skeptical people,” Dresden said.
“And still carrying a genetic disposition to secretly trust the British,” Bob replied. Harry laughed, and Dresden poked Bob with his wand.
“Careful,” Bob said, stepping away. There was a tiny plume of smoke coming off his shirt. He sighed and swatted at it, giving Dresden a look of mixed affection and annoyance. “Finish your pizza, and it’s back to work.”
“Work,” Harry snorted, snagging another slice of pizza and walking towards the lab. “I’m going to check the tracking potion and review the books. You may break even this month.”
“Will wonders never cease?” Dresden asked. Harry laughed again, and Bob curled his hand in Dresden’s shirt.
“I should hope not,” Bob said, and he smiled when Dresden kissed him.
“That’s not how you improve your wand work!” Harry called from the doorway of the lab.
“Depends on your definition of wand work,” Dresden retorted, and Harry fake-screamed in disgust as he shut the door of the lab.
“Really, Harry,” Bob said, but he chuckled when Dresden pushed him against the counter and kissed him again.