Fic title: In Light of a Prediction (Formerly A Halloween Ritual)
Author: DBZ Vegeta
Summary: The night of the honored dead… All Hallows Eve. A prediction causes a bit of trouble for two men.
Rating: PG-13 Version
Chapter: 10 ?
Word Count: 903
Beta: (Unbeta'd at this time)
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Part 10 – Kill Me Now
"You might as well kill me now," deadpanned Severus.
"Awww, Sev don't be like that. It isn't the end of the world if you don't get your books. There are other things that we can do that doesn't involve reading," Harry said and then flushed at the innuendo he inadvertently said.
Severus smirked at the flushed man, "Be careful what you ask for, Mr. Potter. You never know what you might get." With that said, he turned on his heel and with a flash of black coat was gone.
Harry was left behind gaping at the rejoinder to his inadvertent innuendo, before a sly smile crossed his face. If that was how the older Slytherin wished to play this game, he was entirely up to the challenge. He stuck his hands in his pocket and sauntered out of the book store with a low whistle and a smile.
When Harry sauntered into the cottage a few hours later, he had a paper bag under one arm and a large carryall in the other hand. His grin from earlier spread as he caught sight of Severus sitting in the high-back chair in front of the fireplace, a large black tome in his hands.
Leaning against the doorway to the living room, he watched the contented expression that was on the dark-haired man's face. 'I wish that it was me that was giving him such pleasure, instead of a book,' flitted through Harry's mind before he shook his head at the thoughts and turned away.
Walking into the kitchen he sat the paper bag on the table and the carryall on the counter. Opening drawers and cabinets, he pulled out plates and utensils arranging them on the table before pulling out the contents of the paper bag and placing the boxes in the center of the table.
"Severus," he called out loudly, "dinner's ready, if you can pull yourself away from your reading."
He continued to prepare, pulling out two bottles of beer from the refrigerator and placing them on the table. He stood up as Severus walked into the kitchen.
"What in the name of Merlin is that?"
"That would be dinner," Harry stated as he waved to the small white boxes that littered the table.
"I don't eat food that comes in little white boxes." Severus growled, causing a shiver to race down Harry's spine. Ever since their little innuendo clash earlier today, he had been feeling quite stimulated.
"That is Chinese food, Sev. And it comes in little white boxes. Come on, I know you will like it, just give it try." Harry said as he sat down and started opening the boxes, trying to take his mind of the sexy wizard across from him.
Harry watched as the other man sat down, grumbling all the time and dished some of the contents onto his plate. He could not help himself as he watched Severus eat, the slim fingers delicately handling the fork. He shook his head at the thoughts of how those fingers would feel upon his skin and turned back to his food, knowing that the former was a nearly impossible dream.
"So," Harry started between bites, "I see that you were able to find something to read."
"You'd be surprised at what a little money and persuasion can do to a person," Severus commented.
"So you basically used your git personality and got what you wanted," Harry teased, ignoring the dark look that was flashed his direction. "Well then since you seemed to have taken care of your needs, then you won't want what I brought back for you."
Severus looked up from his plate, an eyebrow arched high as he looked over at the smug Gryffindor across from him.
"And what do you think you could have found that I would be interested in?"
"Oh I don't know. There was this really interesting estate sale and I came across several large and dusty tomes. But since you aren't interested, I'll just have to give them to Hermione." Harry said, scooping up a bit of his food and popping it in his mouth. His eyes rolled as Severus bolted out of his chair and snatched the bag off the counter. He watched at the older man pulled out book after book, his eyes getting wider with every title he read.
"Do you know what you have found, Potter!" Severus exclaimed, holding one particular book gently, his fingertips trailing over the title in awe.
"Nope, but I am sure you are about to tell me." Harry replied cheekily.
"These are the memoirs of Morgana. They have been sought after for thousands of years and you think that they are just dusty books." Severus bellowed, looking affronted at the casual distain Harry had for precious works.
"Sorry Sev, you know that I am not much of a historical buff. If they are that important, do you think that the other books at the sale might be as well?"
"What! There were other books!" Severus shouted, bolting up from his chair and crossing the room to tower over Harry. "Where is this estate sale, we need to go now."
"Sorry Sev, they closed for the day when I left. But if you want we can go tomorrow and you can browse to your hearts content." Severus sat back down with a thump, clearly not happy.
"Fine, we will go tomorrow."