Drabble Day Prompt 4
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Date: 2011-09-17 04:05 am (UTC)He hesitated over saying hello. Did the man – boy – remember being a Professor? Would he think that Harry was James?
Severus just stepped forward, forcing Harry to step aside and let him in.
"Potter," he said as he walked past. Then he walked up the stairs to his old room in Headquarters and that was that.
They moved around each other carefully, neither mentioning Voldemort, or suddenly being twenty years younger or the fact that in Harry's borrowed jeans and a face not lined from years of scowling Severus Snape bordered on the desirable. Instead they ate a breakfast prepared by Kreacher and left each other alone each day to potions and thoughts and endless letters to reply to. A month of this dance, and Harry didn't think he'd referred to Snape by name at all.
Still, each morning their fingers brushed over marmalade and over time there were shared gripes over the Daily Prophet's definition of reporting and even shared grins when one or the other came out with a particularly clever quip.
Then his Hogwart's letter arrived inviting him to an eighth year, and there was one addressed to Severus Snape as well. He pushed open Severus' door to find him sprawled on the bed and gazing out the window over the square. He looked relaxed and Harry had to look to that nose to believe it was really the Potion's Professor who had scared him for so long.
"The school sent a letter."
Snape didn't reply so Harry flopped onto the bed beside him, trying to see what was so interesting in the square. He handed the letter across and watched as Snape opened it.
"I don't want to go back." The words were so low that Harry barely heard them.
"Me neither," he managed to reply.
"So we can stay here?" Snape asked.
"Yes."
As he watched a small child throw a ball onto the street, Harry felt a leg creep over his own until it pinned him to the bed, however lightly. He decided not to comment on it.
"Will you join me for lunch, Severus?" was all he asked as he tried to hide his smile.
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Date: 2011-09-17 08:08 am (UTC)"Well, I mean, but he's not that fit, is he?" Lorcan tries, gnawing on the edge of his fingernail and staring out the window, budged up against Albus's shoulder as they sprawl across Lysander's bed.
Albus will say this for Gryffindor: their dormitory lacks the ambiance of his House but the view is miles better. Now, for instance, there's a rather pricky Potions substitute sitting-sprawling on the lawn in just a loose shirt and trousers, smoking lazily and pouring over a magazine. As far as Albus is concerned, it's views like this that make sneaking into Gryffindor worthwhile, because there's certainly no opportunity to watch Please-fuck-don't-call-me-Professor Malfoy from his own dorm.
And yeah, Merlin yeah, Please-fuck-don't-call-me-Professor Malfoy is absolutely that fit. He's put The Slug to shame since he arrived and every time Albus sees him, Albus sees something new to like. Smoking and reading on the Hogwarts lawn, in blatant violation of Filtch's rules, that's precisely the sort of thing Albus can get behind.
What really makes it, though, is how relaxed Mr. Malfoy seems, like he's done this exact thing a thousand times and he hasn't thought twice about picking it up here at Hogwarts. Albus wonders about that, how many other places Mr. Malfoy's slipped off his robes, unbuttoned his collar, and stretched out like this, how many other people have had the sense to just settle in and watch him at it. Probably loads, Albus thinks, because Mr. Malfoy's sort of pretty anyway but he looks so good in the sun, Albus can't imagine passing by him and not stopping to stare.
"Oi," Lorcan protests, jostling him with a quick knuckle-knock shove to the shoulder. "We didn't sneak in here to gawp."
Albus shoots him a dirty look because Merlin yes, they did. "Don't bitch at me because Irene's not out there, too," Albus counters. "It's hardly my fault she's escaped to the library on you."
Albus thinks about throwing in a bit about how oh, poor Lorcan, the only Ravenclaw in the school's history to be banned from the library for a week on account of misbehaviour in the stacks, but he doesn't, because he knows it's something of a sore spot still. Someday, Madame Pince is going to realize the Scamander boys swap robes sometimes and get up to no good, but until that day comes, he'll have to do the best mate thing and smuggle Lorcan out books, keep him abreast of all the goings-on.
Lorcan makes a resigned face, mouth pulling down like a shrug, then gets back to gnawing on his nail. Any other time, the constant clicking of it would drive Albus spare, especially since he's trying to concentrate on something else, but just now, he's got Mr. Malfoy to watch.
The clicking doesn't really rate, next to that.
"I thought we were up here to mess about with 'Sander's things," Lorcan muses. "Are we not?"
Mr. Malfoy stubs out his cigarette, moves his mouth a little and sends it up into the sky in the shifting form of a folded paper bird. Albus can't help but smile. Then Mr. Malfoy's making a face at his magazine, his fuck-Merlin-what-is-this-bullshit one like he makes when Nick Hardy-Wallace and Persephone Parkinson pass their Potions in, and Albus likes loads about his new favourite professor but he thinks maybe he likes that face best. Certainly that's when things tend to go entertainingly awry, and if there's anything more appealing than how easily Mr. Malfoy handles potential disaster in his classroom, Albus hasn't seen it yet.
Rest is here (http://curiouslyfic.livejournal.com/29538.html#cutid1).
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Date: 2011-09-17 08:58 am (UTC)Things changed when they grew up. They spent less time up there and more time in reality. There were times when one or the other longed for that secret spot. A place where they could get away from it all, but it seemed more like a dream with each passing year. Until, one day that changed.
It was the summer before Albus began his seventh year at Hogwarts. Albus, James, and Lily were spending time in Grimmauld's Place with their parents. They enjoyed it. They enjoyed it even more when their parents weren't fighting. One day when Albus could hear his mother's yells through the floorboards of his room, he left to find that secret place. It didn't surprise him to see James there.
Albus joined him on the bed. It was smaller than before, but had enough room to accommodate them. They looked out the window at nothing in particular. The peace and quiet made up for the lack of scenery outside besides the garden. Albus leaned closer to James, until their shoulders bumped, and threw a leg over James' legs. It was a habit he didn't completely grow out of.
Albus waited for James to push him away or snap at him. He smiled when James ruffled his hair instead.
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Date: 2011-09-17 10:52 am (UTC)We both had the same idea! I went with James/Albus for this one too! <3
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Thank you!
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Date: 2011-09-17 03:39 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2011-09-19 03:12 am (UTC)Flying Albus (James/Al)
Date: 2011-09-17 10:51 am (UTC)Pairing: James/Albus
Warnings: brotherly love, pre-slash, hints of incest
Words: 536
James lay on the bed, propped on his elbows looking out the window. He had been watching Albus fly out in the yard but his brother had packed it up and headed in just a few minutes before.
Albus was beautiful when he flew and James had watched him as he dipped and dived and performed like music in the air.
Suddenly he heard his door open, slamming against the wall and Albus bounded in the room. He was barefoot, but still wearing his grass stained and torn up old denims.
Before James had a chance to react, Albus was flying through the air without a broom and he flopped onto the bed. Or rather, right onto James' back.
James let out an "Oof!"
"Merlin, Albus! A little warning next time please," James' croaked out under his brother's decidedly heavy weight. "And roll off of me you berk! You're heavy!"
Albus rolled slowly to the right of James and grinned at him from behind his fingers as he bit his nails. His left leg was still draped over the back of James' thighs and they were touching shoulder to shoulder.
"That's a nasty habit you have there." James wrinkled his nose at Albus.
Albus just kept on grinning at him, his hair still windswept from his broom ride and a light sheen of sweat on his face and neck. At least he removed his fingers from his mouth and propped his head up on the one hand.
"What do you want, Al? You have that look on your face that means you want something. I've seen it a million times."
Albus bumped shoulders with James and grinned even wider. James rolled his eyes.
"I just wanted to know if I could use Dad's cloak when we go back to school. Please, Jamie?"
James narrowed his eyes at his brother. "Why? Where do you want to go sneaking about?"
Albus lowered his gaze and somehow managed to look shy for a moment. There was no doubt that the hat had placed Al correctly- the manipulative little git.
"Only up to Gryffindor Tower to see you of course. I get lonely down in the dungeons without you." Albus looked up at James through thick black lashes and from behind his long black fringe that fell down onto his face.
James just stared at Albus, trying to read him- to determine how much of that request was actually the truth.
Albus leaned over, and laid his head on James' shoulder, escaping his piercing gaze for now. James dropped his head over on top of Albus' and they stayed there for a comforting moment.
Albus whispered once more, "Please, Jamie? You'll be so glad I have it. You'll see."
And with that, Albus lifted his head up to place a quick kiss to Jamie's cheek. "Ok, I'm hungry! I'm off to find some food!" And then Albus was flying again, up, off the bed and out the door, not bothering to pull it closed behind him.
James watched his brother go and smiled indulgently after him. The boy couldn't be still for longer than five minutes before he was raring to go again.
Yeah, he'd let Albus have the cloak if he wanted it. He never could deny his younger brother anything. Especially not himself.
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Date: 2011-09-17 11:15 am (UTC)Re: Flying Albus (James/Al)
Date: 2011-09-17 12:00 pm (UTC)Re: Flying Albus (James/Al)
Date: 2011-09-17 03:19 pm (UTC)For this and Prompt 8: That palace of the soul serene.
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Date: 2011-09-17 09:33 pm (UTC)Summary Albus and James are brothers in this, nothing more, or I don't intend it. Although, I might do a different ending, where they Are sexual. But this is not it. Anyway, James feels lost without touch. Lying with Albus becomes his safe haven.
Word count 281
James was the touchy-feely type. He liked touching people, felt more grounded that way. It had no sexual cause, it was just … the way he was. He never thought too much about it, he was simply an “affectionate person” as his mother always said.
Today, that person happened to be Albus. They were staying at Teddy’s apartment, because their parents wanted to have the house to themselves. So, they were to sleep in the same bed, because Teddy only had one big guest bed.
Albus had excused himself after dinner, going to their room, supposedly to read. James had stayed in the kitchen with Teddy, catching up.
When Teddy decided he needed to get some sleep, as he had work the next day, James went into the guest bedroom. As he saw Albus laying on his stomach, propped up on his elbows, holding some book, he got this weird feeling. He felt like he was standing outside his body, looking at Albus, lying there in peace, and Teddy probably snoring already in the next room, and felt unsteady.
Like every time he got this kind of feeling, he got the urge to ground himself to someone. Crawling up onto the bed and lying beside his brother, James already felt better, his shoulder bumping Albus’s and twisting his leg up over his brother’s.
“James, please don’t interrupt me while I’m reading.” Albus sighed, not taking his eyes of his book.
“I won’t. I just... want to lie here, with you. I’ll be quiet, I promise.” James said, almost whispering. He didn’t want to get that strange feeling again. He wanted to enjoy this safe haven for as long as he could.
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Date: 2011-09-19 08:43 am (UTC)I'm a bit like that, have to touch someone sometimes just to ground myself, but I don't always do it, because some people take it the wrong way.
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