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ayane_tsurugi) wrote2009-10-31 04:01 pm
ayane_tsurugi) wrote2009-10-31 04:01 pm
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Shelter Me With Kisses (Harry/Pansy, PG)
Title: Shelter Me With Kisses
Author:ayane_tsurugi
Rating: PG
Pairing: Harry/Pansy
Word Count: 300
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are the property of J.K. Rowling, who is definitely not me. I make no money from my efforts here; I’m just playing around.
Warnings: None.
Summary: Harry's acting strangely, and Pansy doesn't approve.
Author’s Notes: Written for October Prompt 3 at Dyno Drabbles on LJ.
Pansy stood in the doorway to their bedroom, arms crossed over her chest. “You’re hiding something from me, Potter.”
Even as he pulled clothes from the drawers and stuffed them haphazardly into a trunk, she could see him roll his eyes. “I wish you’d stop resorting to calling me ‘Potter’ when you’re annoyed with me. It’s your name now, too.”
She waved that off. “Be that as it may, you’re hiding something from me, and it needs to stop right now. Along with the packing.” Neither stopped. “Damn it, Harry!”
She stepped forward and started pulling the clothes - hers - back out of the trunk. He grabbed onto her hands and she struggled to get loose, but he refused to let go, instead pulling her close and into a kiss.
She melted into it. No matter how angry she got at him, she never missed a chance to kiss her husband. When he pulled back, though, she ripped her hands away. “You don’t honestly think that’s going to make me drop it.”
He didn’t answer, just kissed her again. Several times, in fact. Finally she pushed him away slightly. “Tell me.”
He sighed, defeated and saddened for reasons she didn’t understand. “The Carrows sent me a message today,” he said. He’d been working on catching them for nearly a year, and she knew it had taken a real toll on him. “It said to make sure I took care of you. So that’s what I’m doing.”
“And you were, what? Going to send me away without a word? Shelter me with kisses and sentimental Gryffindor crap?”
“No.” His breathing had gone short and ragged. “No.” He looked up at her, and his expression nearly broke her. “But I need you to do that for me.” And she kissed him.
Author:
ayane_tsurugiRating: PG
Pairing: Harry/Pansy
Word Count: 300
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are the property of J.K. Rowling, who is definitely not me. I make no money from my efforts here; I’m just playing around.
Warnings: None.
Summary: Harry's acting strangely, and Pansy doesn't approve.
Author’s Notes: Written for October Prompt 3 at Dyno Drabbles on LJ.
Pansy stood in the doorway to their bedroom, arms crossed over her chest. “You’re hiding something from me, Potter.”
Even as he pulled clothes from the drawers and stuffed them haphazardly into a trunk, she could see him roll his eyes. “I wish you’d stop resorting to calling me ‘Potter’ when you’re annoyed with me. It’s your name now, too.”
She waved that off. “Be that as it may, you’re hiding something from me, and it needs to stop right now. Along with the packing.” Neither stopped. “Damn it, Harry!”
She stepped forward and started pulling the clothes - hers - back out of the trunk. He grabbed onto her hands and she struggled to get loose, but he refused to let go, instead pulling her close and into a kiss.
She melted into it. No matter how angry she got at him, she never missed a chance to kiss her husband. When he pulled back, though, she ripped her hands away. “You don’t honestly think that’s going to make me drop it.”
He didn’t answer, just kissed her again. Several times, in fact. Finally she pushed him away slightly. “Tell me.”
He sighed, defeated and saddened for reasons she didn’t understand. “The Carrows sent me a message today,” he said. He’d been working on catching them for nearly a year, and she knew it had taken a real toll on him. “It said to make sure I took care of you. So that’s what I’m doing.”
“And you were, what? Going to send me away without a word? Shelter me with kisses and sentimental Gryffindor crap?”
“No.” His breathing had gone short and ragged. “No.” He looked up at her, and his expression nearly broke her. “But I need you to do that for me.” And she kissed him.