Fanfic: Ruined
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slytherinrosesTitle: Ruined
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Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters/Main Pairing: HarryPotter/Severus Snape
Rating: General
Word Count: 1200
Tags: Coffee AU,
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hp_coffeehouse
Summary: Harry can't seem to stop crying, especially when he spills his coffee
Notes: Prompt 61 - Spilled Contents
Damn, sodding bastard’ Harry hissed jumping back from his desk as the contents of his coffee created a brown pool in the centre of the notebook he had been writing in. The more he tried to stop the minor flood, the worse things became.
Stripping off his robes, and cursing under his breath Harry hung it on the hook, waving his wand over the garment. Turning back to the table and misguiding his steps, Harry stubbed his toe on the leg of his chair and while he was steadying himself put his hand in the puddle of coffee, which was still scalding hot, thanks to the heating charms he’d cast over it. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, right wanker bastard, he cursed holding his hand.
‘Having troubles?’ A voice asked from the doorway to his office
Harry looked up and narrowed his eyes at his visitor ‘what’s it bloody look like’ he snapped
Severus took a breath and walked further into the office. This had been one of Harry’s many default moods of late, the former Potions Master turned Ministry worker had learned very quickly to go with the flow and wait till it passed.
‘Are you all right?’ Severus asked cautiously, scanning the desk for Harry’s wand, lest he used it against him (not that he needed it)
‘I spilled my coffee, which was lovely by the way, I got it from the Coffee Cart witch, she makes the best coffee, stubbed my toe and burnt my sodding hand and now everything’s ruined’ Harry countered, his hand throbbing in pain.
Severus gently took his hand and muttered a spell, Harry could feel the pain abating almost instantly and he breathed a sigh of relief. ‘Thank you’ he said quietly
‘What else can I help with?’ Severus asked
‘Nothing’ Harry said ‘my notebook is ruined, all my hard work writing things down for the hearing is ruined, and now that poor girl’s adoption wont go through and she’ll be stuck in the orphanage for life, she’ll be traumatised more than she already is and will be all my fault’
Tears had begun to well in his eyes; Severus took another breath and gathered the distraught wizard into his arms. ‘We can get you another notebook and you’ve a very good memory and will be able to copy down everything again or we could use this wonderful invention called magic and spell the book dry’
Harry looked up at his husband through his tear filled eyes ‘Don’t be a smart arse’ he scoffed and buried his head back into Severus’ chest ‘I’ve worked so hard to make sure this adoption goes through and now it’s gone just gone, the family will never forgive me, I’ll lose my job and be cast out onto the street, you’ll leave me for someone who has a job and isn’t a loser’
Severus took another deep breath and held onto Harry a little tighter. He knew how important the adoption of this child was to his husband, the hours of work he had put into assembling the required forms, the countless arguments and Ministry red tape he’d had and overcome just to get a date in front of the wizard court. Severus knew it was his husbands difficult childhood that had driven him to ensure this child got the life and love she deserved.
As head of the Ministries adoption department he carried the burden and responsibility on his shoulders more than his colleagues. Harry had been made for the job and several successful adoptions had already been approved because of Harry’s dedication to his job, including his former Hogwarts classmates who’d been unable to conceive a child. All of this he could understand and could fix for his husband, what baffled the older wizard was the reaction Harry was having to a spilled cup of coffee.
This too had been a regular occurrence in the repertoire of his husbands ever changing moods. Last week he had teared up over a strawberry he’d been eating, saying the taste was so sweet and he was sure nothing had ever tasted so good. On another occasion Severus had been dressed in formal robes for a function, Harry came into their bedroom and burst into tears at how handsome he looked.
‘We will sort it out’ he soothed ‘there are always your memories that can be viewed and don’t you normally use a memory sphere as a back up?’
‘Broke it yesterday’ Harry mumbled into Severus’ chest ‘Delilah hasn’t gotten around to ordering any more from the supply room’
Severus recalled that the previous day, when he’d come to collect Harry for lunch, his eyes had been red rimmed as though from crying, Harry had brushed it off as having had a sneezing fit. ‘I will personally go and get you one from the supply room and have it on your desk by the end of the day’
‘Thanks Sev’ Harry sniffled ‘I don’t know what’s wrong with me lately, I cry over the smallest things, every inch of me hurts, I am sensitive all over the place’
‘Anywhere in particular?’ Severus teased lightly and was jabbed for his troubles ‘perhaps you should go and see a Healer?’
‘I made an appointment for this afternoon’ Harry murmured ‘why did you come to see me?’
‘Thought we might go and have lunch together, maybe a stroll in the park?’ Severus suggested
‘Does it include another cup of coffee?’ Harry asked hopefully
‘It can be arranged, yes’ Severus smiled
‘Ok’
Harry and Severus sat in the consulting rooms of St Mungo’s later that afternoon waiting for the results of the tests the Healers had performed. Things had improved slightly after the tumultuous morning, although Harry opted to not inform his husband he’d had another crying jag when the Coffee Cart witch had brought him a piece of lime cheesecake especially after hearing he’d had a bad morning. His husbands doing no doubt Harry had concluded. ‘Probably got some weird arse virus that’s going around’ Harry said offhandedly as he sat flicking through a magazine.
‘Knowing you it will be some unique malady that no-one has ever heard of’ Severus jibed
‘Definitely won’t be made privy to my sensitive spots now’ Harry shot back
‘I know everything one of them intimately’ Severus all but purred
‘Not anymore’ Harry sniffed
‘Thank you for waiting gentlemen’ the Healer said as he came into the consulting room, a file folder in hand ‘I have your results Harry’
‘What’s wrong with me?’ Harry asked, his voice edged with nervousness, Severus took his hand in his own and squeezed gently.
‘Nothing serious’ the Healer said assuringly ‘it is my great pleasure to inform you both that Harry is pregnant’
‘Oh Merlin’ Harry breathed ‘I’m- I’m pregnant?’
‘Yes, about 8 weeks along’ the Healer confirmed
‘Sev we’re going to be parents’ Harry whispered, tears filling his eyes ‘we’re going to have a baby’
‘We are my love’ Severus replied, tears of his own forming
‘A baby’ Harry muttered, laying a hand over his stomach
‘A baby’ Severus repeated ‘What a perfect end to the day’
As the months progressed, Severus acquainted himself with Harry’s sensitive places old and new.
Author:
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters/Main Pairing: HarryPotter/Severus Snape
Rating: General
Word Count: 1200
Tags: Coffee AU,
Challenge:
hp_coffeehouseSummary: Harry can't seem to stop crying, especially when he spills his coffee
Notes: Prompt 61 - Spilled Contents
Damn, sodding bastard’ Harry hissed jumping back from his desk as the contents of his coffee created a brown pool in the centre of the notebook he had been writing in. The more he tried to stop the minor flood, the worse things became.
Stripping off his robes, and cursing under his breath Harry hung it on the hook, waving his wand over the garment. Turning back to the table and misguiding his steps, Harry stubbed his toe on the leg of his chair and while he was steadying himself put his hand in the puddle of coffee, which was still scalding hot, thanks to the heating charms he’d cast over it. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, right wanker bastard, he cursed holding his hand.
‘Having troubles?’ A voice asked from the doorway to his office
Harry looked up and narrowed his eyes at his visitor ‘what’s it bloody look like’ he snapped
Severus took a breath and walked further into the office. This had been one of Harry’s many default moods of late, the former Potions Master turned Ministry worker had learned very quickly to go with the flow and wait till it passed.
‘Are you all right?’ Severus asked cautiously, scanning the desk for Harry’s wand, lest he used it against him (not that he needed it)
‘I spilled my coffee, which was lovely by the way, I got it from the Coffee Cart witch, she makes the best coffee, stubbed my toe and burnt my sodding hand and now everything’s ruined’ Harry countered, his hand throbbing in pain.
Severus gently took his hand and muttered a spell, Harry could feel the pain abating almost instantly and he breathed a sigh of relief. ‘Thank you’ he said quietly
‘What else can I help with?’ Severus asked
‘Nothing’ Harry said ‘my notebook is ruined, all my hard work writing things down for the hearing is ruined, and now that poor girl’s adoption wont go through and she’ll be stuck in the orphanage for life, she’ll be traumatised more than she already is and will be all my fault’
Tears had begun to well in his eyes; Severus took another breath and gathered the distraught wizard into his arms. ‘We can get you another notebook and you’ve a very good memory and will be able to copy down everything again or we could use this wonderful invention called magic and spell the book dry’
Harry looked up at his husband through his tear filled eyes ‘Don’t be a smart arse’ he scoffed and buried his head back into Severus’ chest ‘I’ve worked so hard to make sure this adoption goes through and now it’s gone just gone, the family will never forgive me, I’ll lose my job and be cast out onto the street, you’ll leave me for someone who has a job and isn’t a loser’
Severus took another deep breath and held onto Harry a little tighter. He knew how important the adoption of this child was to his husband, the hours of work he had put into assembling the required forms, the countless arguments and Ministry red tape he’d had and overcome just to get a date in front of the wizard court. Severus knew it was his husbands difficult childhood that had driven him to ensure this child got the life and love she deserved.
As head of the Ministries adoption department he carried the burden and responsibility on his shoulders more than his colleagues. Harry had been made for the job and several successful adoptions had already been approved because of Harry’s dedication to his job, including his former Hogwarts classmates who’d been unable to conceive a child. All of this he could understand and could fix for his husband, what baffled the older wizard was the reaction Harry was having to a spilled cup of coffee.
This too had been a regular occurrence in the repertoire of his husbands ever changing moods. Last week he had teared up over a strawberry he’d been eating, saying the taste was so sweet and he was sure nothing had ever tasted so good. On another occasion Severus had been dressed in formal robes for a function, Harry came into their bedroom and burst into tears at how handsome he looked.
‘We will sort it out’ he soothed ‘there are always your memories that can be viewed and don’t you normally use a memory sphere as a back up?’
‘Broke it yesterday’ Harry mumbled into Severus’ chest ‘Delilah hasn’t gotten around to ordering any more from the supply room’
Severus recalled that the previous day, when he’d come to collect Harry for lunch, his eyes had been red rimmed as though from crying, Harry had brushed it off as having had a sneezing fit. ‘I will personally go and get you one from the supply room and have it on your desk by the end of the day’
‘Thanks Sev’ Harry sniffled ‘I don’t know what’s wrong with me lately, I cry over the smallest things, every inch of me hurts, I am sensitive all over the place’
‘Anywhere in particular?’ Severus teased lightly and was jabbed for his troubles ‘perhaps you should go and see a Healer?’
‘I made an appointment for this afternoon’ Harry murmured ‘why did you come to see me?’
‘Thought we might go and have lunch together, maybe a stroll in the park?’ Severus suggested
‘Does it include another cup of coffee?’ Harry asked hopefully
‘It can be arranged, yes’ Severus smiled
‘Ok’
Harry and Severus sat in the consulting rooms of St Mungo’s later that afternoon waiting for the results of the tests the Healers had performed. Things had improved slightly after the tumultuous morning, although Harry opted to not inform his husband he’d had another crying jag when the Coffee Cart witch had brought him a piece of lime cheesecake especially after hearing he’d had a bad morning. His husbands doing no doubt Harry had concluded. ‘Probably got some weird arse virus that’s going around’ Harry said offhandedly as he sat flicking through a magazine.
‘Knowing you it will be some unique malady that no-one has ever heard of’ Severus jibed
‘Definitely won’t be made privy to my sensitive spots now’ Harry shot back
‘I know everything one of them intimately’ Severus all but purred
‘Not anymore’ Harry sniffed
‘Thank you for waiting gentlemen’ the Healer said as he came into the consulting room, a file folder in hand ‘I have your results Harry’
‘What’s wrong with me?’ Harry asked, his voice edged with nervousness, Severus took his hand in his own and squeezed gently.
‘Nothing serious’ the Healer said assuringly ‘it is my great pleasure to inform you both that Harry is pregnant’
‘Oh Merlin’ Harry breathed ‘I’m- I’m pregnant?’
‘Yes, about 8 weeks along’ the Healer confirmed
‘Sev we’re going to be parents’ Harry whispered, tears filling his eyes ‘we’re going to have a baby’
‘We are my love’ Severus replied, tears of his own forming
‘A baby’ Harry muttered, laying a hand over his stomach
‘A baby’ Severus repeated ‘What a perfect end to the day’
As the months progressed, Severus acquainted himself with Harry’s sensitive places old and new.
