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31 Days of SSHG Flash Fiction 2024
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Published:
2024-07-18
Completed:
2024-07-31
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26,234
Chapters:
31/31
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July Flash Fiction 2024

Summary:

P&P July Flash Fiction.

There will be Ron-Weasleys-Dumbles bashing...
18, 19 & 20 are linked.
The rest of the drabbles or short fics are not connected stories.

Oh, and I seem to be playing fast and loose with the proscribed lengths of the fics for the challenge... Oops?

SS/HG HEA...Always :)

Chapter Text

Prompt:

"We're being watched."

"You always think that."

"And I'm always right."


Perhaps it had been a…mistake to attend together.

The vaulted hall was packed with every witch and wizard who could wrangle a ticket to the second anniversary ball of the Fall of Tom Riddle. The noise, the chatter and shriek and clatter, and the spin and whip of magic picked at my already strained nerves. Everyone wanted an eyeball or clammy hand on the Heroes of the Fall, and more than anything they wanted confirmation of the most impossible gossip.

Namely the betrothal of the Ice Princess, yes, thank you so much, Ronald Weasley, and the fascinating and eligible Dark Hero.

Long fingers drew a slow line along my bare shoulder and a delicious shiver chased over my skin. Severus' lips brushed the shell of my ear and that shiver, it chased down, down…

"We're being watched," I murmured, fighting the very real urge to sink back against the solid wall of his chest, to feel the press of his strong arms around me. That security. That safety of being surrounded by one of the most powerful wizards in Britain.

"You always think that."

Severus' warm breath, the smoky velvet of his voice was a reminder of our…activities only a hour before. Damn it, we should've stayed in that lovely bed rather than face the narrowed eyes of the whole of the wizarding world. The contingent of red heads hogging the buffet held an extra special glare. I fought back a sigh. "And I'm always right."

"I find I don't care. Let them look. I have the most beautiful, most magically powerful witch of her generation as mine." His voice was low and sure and hell, he knew fine well he was playing into my ridiculous praise kink… "And you, madam, have a dark wizard who has studied, and is a master of eromancy…"

I huffed a laugh. "That's Persian divination, as you well know, Severus."

His smile curved against my ear and the fall of his dark hair brushed my shoulder. "And now you are smiling and relaxed." His large hand pressed to the flat of my belly, its heat threading through the fine silk of my robes. "Ready for me." I drew in a breath and his smile deepened. "You did declare me a sex god not this hour past."

"I did." I tilted my face to him, catching the devilish shine of his so-black eyes. "You are."

"I know."

My grin grew. Gods, how had I fallen into the rather lovely perfection of finding my interest in Severus Snape returned?

Should I thank the idiocy of Ronald Weasley and a bordering-illegal potion to prove we were 'meant'? One that forced me to apparate to Severus' neat little apothecary on the first ginnel off Horizont Alley and…declare myself. Find mortification as he dosed me with the antidote.

And then be invited me up to his flat for tea…and more.

I couldn't hold back my smirk.

That had been a day of revelations…

"We should mingle."

I blinked. Severus Snape? Mingle? Voluntarily?

"I find…pleasure in having you as mine. To see the horror and the jealousy. I want them to see," his fingers stroked over the flatness of my belly, "and to suspect." His grin was shark-bright and my heart flip-flopped. Gods, I adored this wizard and his…pettiness. "Soon the evidence will be all too real that you, you especially, have taken me in every way an eager witch can."

My hand slipped over his, threading my slim fingers through his and I was aware that more than one witch and wizard gasped. Yes, the rumours would flash. And I didn't care. Not now. Not ever again. "Let them look."

A warmth slid into this dark gaze. "Let them burn with envy."

"Wicked man."

He drew me to his side and my hand curled around the iron muscle of his arm.

"Just so."