Four drabbles from drabble night
Snape/Lupin, It’s not easy being green
When Remus sits in the library, hunched over a book, he pushes back his hair every seven minutes and frowns, a little annoyed.
He is reading about one and a half pages per minute, and he can take notes without looking.
His scroll is full of little drawbles and squiggles, but his handwriting is quite neat.
His breathing is even, Severus counts until 70 when he decides he should be paying attention to his book.
And then Black enters the library and Remus’ breath hitches, his notes become scribbles and when Sirius touches his shoulder he smiles. Severus looks away.
Harry/Bill, Please share my umbrella
Harry had been surprised when he had received Bill’s owl. Need your help, it said, meet me outside the Leaky Cauldron tomorrow at 5?
The next day, he hurried up the stairs of Charing Cross station, carrying an umbrella in one hand. It had been pouring in Little Whinging when he had left, and it the weather in London wasn’t any better. Outside, he could see Bill seeking shelter in front of the pub. Grinning, Harry walked up to him and slightly lifted his right arm in greeting. “Please share my umbrella.”
Bill laughed. “Hello Harry. Thanks for meeting me.” He had to stoop a bit to fit under the umbrella with him, but it felt comfortable rather than cramped. “Now. I hope I didn’t drag you away from anything important, but I really need your help with finding a birthday present for my dad…”
It wasn’t that Harry didn’t believe him, but really, Bill kept bumping against him accidentally an awful lot. Not that he minded much.
Percy/Ron, There’s always tomorrow
There’s always tomorrow. As Ron picks up the picture from Percy’s desk, the note attached flutters down on the desk. There’s always tomorrow, he reads as he and his parents and Ginny and all of his brothers are cheerfully waving at him from the old newspaper cutting.
For what? Ron wonders. Tomorrow for what? An apology, forgiveness? He puts the picture into the waiting box, along with Percy’s letters and notes on cauldron thickness and the correct length of quills. Hermione’s standing in the door, waiting.
At some point Ron realizes he’s crying and that sometimes there isn’t a tomorrow.
Ron/Severus, Duck
“Mr. Weasley.“
Ron can’t help grinning at Severus’ stern voice. He knows exactly what is coming. He’s standing in the kitchen, rummaging through the drawers and cupboards and Severus has just come home.
“What *is* that?”
“It’s a duck,” Ron answers non-challantly. Ah, yes. He found the old bread.
“I can see that.” Now impatience has crept into his voice. After more than one year, Ron still isn’t sure whether that is a good thing or not, but he can’t help teasing him.
“Then why are you asking me what it is?”
“What in Merlin’s name is it doing in our living room?” Severus runs one hand through his hair and his exasperation is visible. Ron grins once more.
“It’s - he is going to live with us.”
”It - he - what?”
There is nothing like seeing Severus Snape speechless. Ron takes the bread and walks over to the living room, stopping for a moment to press a kiss on Severus’ lips.
“It’s something I saw on the tellyvision when I was over at Harry’s place. Those two muggles were living together, and they had a duck and a goose.”
“A duck and a - Ron, please tell me there isn’t a goose hiding somewhere, too.”
For a moment, Ron is tempted, but in the end he shakes his head. “Nah, it’s just the duck. What do you reckon we should call him?”
“I don’t think we should call him anything. I do not think it has become custom to name your food, or has it? Ronald?”
Ron rolls his eyes. “Don’t worry, you’re not going to end up food,” he tells the little duckling. “He’s not going to end up food,” he repeats. “Trust me, you’re going to like him. He’s cute, don’t you think?”
“Cute?” Severus asks and makes it sound like something very disgusting.
“Yes, cute. Also, I thought it’d be nice, having a pet.”
He looks at Severus who is still eyeing the duck as if he might attack him any second. He slides an arm around his lover’s waist. “Please? Severus?”
The other man lets out a sigh. “A pet. Yes. But Ron? Why? A duck?”
Ron smiles triumphantly, but it fades when he sees Severus evil grin. “I think we should call him Donald. It’s something I saw on the tellyvision.”
When Remus sits in the library, hunched over a book, he pushes back his hair every seven minutes and frowns, a little annoyed.
He is reading about one and a half pages per minute, and he can take notes without looking.
His scroll is full of little drawbles and squiggles, but his handwriting is quite neat.
His breathing is even, Severus counts until 70 when he decides he should be paying attention to his book.
And then Black enters the library and Remus’ breath hitches, his notes become scribbles and when Sirius touches his shoulder he smiles. Severus looks away.
Harry/Bill, Please share my umbrella
Harry had been surprised when he had received Bill’s owl. Need your help, it said, meet me outside the Leaky Cauldron tomorrow at 5?
The next day, he hurried up the stairs of Charing Cross station, carrying an umbrella in one hand. It had been pouring in Little Whinging when he had left, and it the weather in London wasn’t any better. Outside, he could see Bill seeking shelter in front of the pub. Grinning, Harry walked up to him and slightly lifted his right arm in greeting. “Please share my umbrella.”
Bill laughed. “Hello Harry. Thanks for meeting me.” He had to stoop a bit to fit under the umbrella with him, but it felt comfortable rather than cramped. “Now. I hope I didn’t drag you away from anything important, but I really need your help with finding a birthday present for my dad…”
It wasn’t that Harry didn’t believe him, but really, Bill kept bumping against him accidentally an awful lot. Not that he minded much.
Percy/Ron, There’s always tomorrow
There’s always tomorrow. As Ron picks up the picture from Percy’s desk, the note attached flutters down on the desk. There’s always tomorrow, he reads as he and his parents and Ginny and all of his brothers are cheerfully waving at him from the old newspaper cutting.
For what? Ron wonders. Tomorrow for what? An apology, forgiveness? He puts the picture into the waiting box, along with Percy’s letters and notes on cauldron thickness and the correct length of quills. Hermione’s standing in the door, waiting.
At some point Ron realizes he’s crying and that sometimes there isn’t a tomorrow.
Ron/Severus, Duck
“Mr. Weasley.“
Ron can’t help grinning at Severus’ stern voice. He knows exactly what is coming. He’s standing in the kitchen, rummaging through the drawers and cupboards and Severus has just come home.
“What *is* that?”
“It’s a duck,” Ron answers non-challantly. Ah, yes. He found the old bread.
“I can see that.” Now impatience has crept into his voice. After more than one year, Ron still isn’t sure whether that is a good thing or not, but he can’t help teasing him.
“Then why are you asking me what it is?”
“What in Merlin’s name is it doing in our living room?” Severus runs one hand through his hair and his exasperation is visible. Ron grins once more.
“It’s - he is going to live with us.”
”It - he - what?”
There is nothing like seeing Severus Snape speechless. Ron takes the bread and walks over to the living room, stopping for a moment to press a kiss on Severus’ lips.
“It’s something I saw on the tellyvision when I was over at Harry’s place. Those two muggles were living together, and they had a duck and a goose.”
“A duck and a - Ron, please tell me there isn’t a goose hiding somewhere, too.”
For a moment, Ron is tempted, but in the end he shakes his head. “Nah, it’s just the duck. What do you reckon we should call him?”
“I don’t think we should call him anything. I do not think it has become custom to name your food, or has it? Ronald?”
Ron rolls his eyes. “Don’t worry, you’re not going to end up food,” he tells the little duckling. “He’s not going to end up food,” he repeats. “Trust me, you’re going to like him. He’s cute, don’t you think?”
“Cute?” Severus asks and makes it sound like something very disgusting.
“Yes, cute. Also, I thought it’d be nice, having a pet.”
He looks at Severus who is still eyeing the duck as if he might attack him any second. He slides an arm around his lover’s waist. “Please? Severus?”
The other man lets out a sigh. “A pet. Yes. But Ron? Why? A duck?”
Ron smiles triumphantly, but it fades when he sees Severus evil grin. “I think we should call him Donald. It’s something I saw on the tellyvision.”