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Title: In Pursuit of Peace and Quiet
Rating: PG
Pairing(s): James/Teddy
Warnings: vague implication...?
Disclaimer: CAN NOT HAS. *sad*
Summary: See title.
AN: yay requests! For emzlovesharry, arineat, and savoy61
By the time Harry made it out the front doors of the castle, having dodged at least six invitations to the Three Broomsticks, he had decided that from then on, he'd keep his invisibility cloak on his person at all times. It wasn’t that he disliked his co-workers (with the possible exception of Professor Vector who had grown inconceivably bitter with age), he just needed a little time to himself. Once a month. Once a year.
Whenever he wasn’t actively teaching, he was meeting Minerva for a cup of tea (that inevitably turned into a glass of scotch), or he was firecalling the minister about recent legislation, or speaking at a charity banquet, or having a rare dinner with Ginny when she was back from training with the Harpies, or even more rare, spending time with his kids...
Harry sighed. Everything could wait for just an hour or two.
The Whomping Willow seemed to thrash even more violently as he approached, evidence, in Harry's opinion, of a long harboured grudge.
Hell, he thought, if someone hit me with a car, I'd be pissed too.
It took three tries with a levitating rock to hit the knot just right, as the old tree seemed intent on pulling itself out of the ground in order to get a vine around his neck. He sneered at it as he squeezed into the now too small passageway
By the time he reached the stairs leading up to the shack his neck ached terribly from stooping the entire way. He rolled his head from side to side, feeling old, and started up the splintered wooden stairs. As he climbed further though, he slowed to a stop. There were footprints in the dust, recent ones, leading up the stairs. And none leading back down.
Really? Harry's heart is suddenly thumping with how pissed he is that his alone time is being ruined by some stupid kid out of bounds and all he wanted to do was give out lots and lots of detentions and take lots and lots of points.
He continued up the stairs, being significantly more quiet, wanting nothing more than to ruin a students life for at least a month.
As he stepped into the Shack and approached the threshold of the adjacent room glimpsing a pair of bare feet propped on the arm of a broken down, cut-to-ribbons couch. Harry took out his wand and stepped directly into view.
The lithe blonde on the couch didn't seem to notice him. He had one arm slung over his eyes, head turned into the deteriorated fabric of the cushions, and the other...Merlin. The boys' white trousers were unbuttoned and a hand dipped dangerously beneath the waistband. Harry struggled not to blush at what he'd walked in on, but he had business to take care of, which involved teaching this kid a lesson about infringing on his personal time.
“Alright--” The boy started, and turned to face him, mortified. “TEDDY?!”
“Harr-Professor...! I..er..”
“Teddy, what are you doing here!”
“I-I was waiting for James!” The boy looked impossibly more humiliated at what he'd let slip.
“WHAT?!”
“I-Oh, fuck all...I-”
“No. Clothes. Now.” Harry turned his back and stared at the far wall in equal disbelief, confusion and embarrassment. Who decided that the rug of Harry's life needed to be yank from under him? Today, of all days, when he was already so near his breaking point...he let out an unnatural sounding bark of a laugh. He took a deep breath.
“Er...I'm done.” Teddy stood clutching his school bag to his chest, studying his feet through hanging platinum fringe.
“What's with the hair?” Harry's tone was perfectly level. The boy glanced up at him timidly, but seemed to find something in his godfather's eyes that gave him confidence.
“James likes blondes.” There was a moment of silence before they both started to laugh. Harry shoved Teddy playfully toward the door.
“Go to the Astronomy Tower like normal teens,” Harry told him, still grinning, “This is my spot.” Teddy smirked at him slyly and Harry saw Remus for a split second, like nothing had ever happened, before the boy turned and took off, full tilt, down the passageway. Harry couldn't help but smile.
“DON'T FORGET THAT CONTRACEPTIVE SPELL I TAUGHT YOU!”
Rating: PG
Pairing(s): James/Teddy
Warnings: vague implication...?
Disclaimer: CAN NOT HAS. *sad*
Summary: See title.
AN: yay requests! For emzlovesharry, arineat, and savoy61
By the time Harry made it out the front doors of the castle, having dodged at least six invitations to the Three Broomsticks, he had decided that from then on, he'd keep his invisibility cloak on his person at all times. It wasn’t that he disliked his co-workers (with the possible exception of Professor Vector who had grown inconceivably bitter with age), he just needed a little time to himself. Once a month. Once a year.
Whenever he wasn’t actively teaching, he was meeting Minerva for a cup of tea (that inevitably turned into a glass of scotch), or he was firecalling the minister about recent legislation, or speaking at a charity banquet, or having a rare dinner with Ginny when she was back from training with the Harpies, or even more rare, spending time with his kids...
Harry sighed. Everything could wait for just an hour or two.
The Whomping Willow seemed to thrash even more violently as he approached, evidence, in Harry's opinion, of a long harboured grudge.
Hell, he thought, if someone hit me with a car, I'd be pissed too.
It took three tries with a levitating rock to hit the knot just right, as the old tree seemed intent on pulling itself out of the ground in order to get a vine around his neck. He sneered at it as he squeezed into the now too small passageway
By the time he reached the stairs leading up to the shack his neck ached terribly from stooping the entire way. He rolled his head from side to side, feeling old, and started up the splintered wooden stairs. As he climbed further though, he slowed to a stop. There were footprints in the dust, recent ones, leading up the stairs. And none leading back down.
Really? Harry's heart is suddenly thumping with how pissed he is that his alone time is being ruined by some stupid kid out of bounds and all he wanted to do was give out lots and lots of detentions and take lots and lots of points.
He continued up the stairs, being significantly more quiet, wanting nothing more than to ruin a students life for at least a month.
As he stepped into the Shack and approached the threshold of the adjacent room glimpsing a pair of bare feet propped on the arm of a broken down, cut-to-ribbons couch. Harry took out his wand and stepped directly into view.
The lithe blonde on the couch didn't seem to notice him. He had one arm slung over his eyes, head turned into the deteriorated fabric of the cushions, and the other...Merlin. The boys' white trousers were unbuttoned and a hand dipped dangerously beneath the waistband. Harry struggled not to blush at what he'd walked in on, but he had business to take care of, which involved teaching this kid a lesson about infringing on his personal time.
“Alright--” The boy started, and turned to face him, mortified. “TEDDY?!”
“Harr-Professor...! I..er..”
“Teddy, what are you doing here!”
“I-I was waiting for James!” The boy looked impossibly more humiliated at what he'd let slip.
“WHAT?!”
“I-Oh, fuck all...I-”
“No. Clothes. Now.” Harry turned his back and stared at the far wall in equal disbelief, confusion and embarrassment. Who decided that the rug of Harry's life needed to be yank from under him? Today, of all days, when he was already so near his breaking point...he let out an unnatural sounding bark of a laugh. He took a deep breath.
“Er...I'm done.” Teddy stood clutching his school bag to his chest, studying his feet through hanging platinum fringe.
“What's with the hair?” Harry's tone was perfectly level. The boy glanced up at him timidly, but seemed to find something in his godfather's eyes that gave him confidence.
“James likes blondes.” There was a moment of silence before they both started to laugh. Harry shoved Teddy playfully toward the door.
“Go to the Astronomy Tower like normal teens,” Harry told him, still grinning, “This is my spot.” Teddy smirked at him slyly and Harry saw Remus for a split second, like nothing had ever happened, before the boy turned and took off, full tilt, down the passageway. Harry couldn't help but smile.
“DON'T FORGET THAT CONTRACEPTIVE SPELL I TAUGHT YOU!”