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traintracks) wrote2012-12-27 05:36 pm
traintracks) wrote2012-12-27 05:36 pm
"Falling", Harry/Teddy, PG-13
Title: Falling
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traintracks
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Teddy, (Harry/Ginny, Potter kids, Weasleys)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~790
Warnings: cross-gen, chan (16), godfather/godson UST, pre-infidelity?
Disclaimer: I don't own much of anything, least of all anything having to do with Harry Potter.
A/N: This is for adventdrabbles and prompt #27: ice skating.
Teddy wasn't sure he liked this whole skating thing. Okay, that wasn’t true. He fucking hated it. He was insanely jealous of little Lily who was too little to try it yet and comfy-warm at the Burrow with Molly, while the rest of the Weasley clan -- plus Jamie and Al who were half Weasley, of course -- and he and Harry were all forced to endure this…unique form of winter punishment. For one, it was freezing cold. It was weird – it didn't look cold on the telly. The girls all wore those little dresses with their bums hanging out, and sometimes they fell, and then they just got up and went on like nothing happened. Teddy couldn't even imagine taking his gloves off at this point!
The only thing that made him feel better was that Harry seemed to be having very similar thoughts (and very similar problems). The Weasleys, including Harry's wife and kids, were all like penguins they were so comfortable on the ice. Teddy felt like he had his skates on the wrong feet and that they'd buttered the rink.
He'd have been miserable except that –
"OH BLOODY FUCK LOOK OUT!!!!"
Harry came barreling toward him, no brakes, no ready magic apparently – just pure frozen panic. Teddy would have held out his arms and tried to catch him, but…well, he was just as terrible as Harry obviously was at this skating bollocks, and attempting a mid-skate-slash-flounder rescue would have merely doomed them both. He did the only thing he could: hold onto the low wall and brace for impact.
THUD!
Harry slammed into him at roughly ten miles per hour, and the force was enough to take both of them down anyway. George, skating by at that moment, doubled over giggling.
"Very funny!" Harry hollered after him. "Shit, Teddy, I'm sorry."
Teddy, on his arse with Harry half on top of him, managed a smile, though it felt like half his face was frozen solid. "No problem. I was due for a fall. Haven't had a good one in over three minutes."
"Merlin's bollocks, I hate this," Harry confided quietly. He tried to right himself and stand, but instead slipped, his feet doing a funny run in place before he collided with Teddy's body again and had them sprawling on the ice once more. "Bugger!"
"Harry," Teddy said. He could feel Harry's warm breath on his neck where his scarf had come unwound. "It's all right. The longer I'm down here, the less I actually have to try to skate."
"Would it make me a terrible person if I Apparated us to somewhere indoors where they serve hot chocolate? Just for twenty minutes or so? I mean, look at them."
Teddy looked. The Weasleys, including Ginny, Jamie, and Al, were a bunch of laughing, happy, Olympic-level skaters. They didn't seem to give a hoot about Harry or Teddy or their sore bums and cold eyeballs. And Teddy's eyeballs were quite cold. The only thing keeping him warm at the moment…was Harry. Teddy swallowed. "Let's go."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"God, I love you," Harry sighed, and for just one lovely, awful moment, they were looking into one another's eyes, and it was all Teddy could do not to whimper a little. "Right then," Harry said. "I'd offer you a hand up, but I feel certain we'd just wind up back here, further bruised and ridiculous."
Teddy just smiled. Harry was lying sort of between his legs – so very close. It was exhilarating in ways that could soon become embarrassing and revealing and…embarrassingly revealing. Teddy watched the rise and fall of Harry's chest, could feel the ghost of his breath, smell his aftershave….
"Hold onto me," Harry told him, his voice low and thrilling.
Teddy wrapped his arms around his godfather's neck, and there was that moment before they Apparated when it was just this lovely thing – their bodies flush, breath in one another's ears, the whole world slipping away.
Teddy closed his eyes.
But in the next moment, they were just outside The Three Broomsticks, and Teddy had to let go. Harry opened the door for him, and the warmth inside was divine.
Harry smiled -- "Well, go on, or are you frozen to that spot, Teddy?" -- and gestured for Teddy to lead the way. He Vanished their skates first, of course. They found a corner table near enough the hearth to warm their socked feet. Teddy surreptitiously glanced at how Harry wiggled his toes.
"Think they'll miss us?" Teddy asked.
"Not a chance," Harry admitted, "They're having way too much fun. And honestly. Right now? I don't really care."
Teddy's heart raced at his words, and for the next warm, dry, perfect twenty minutes, Harry was all his.
Author:
traintracksFandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Teddy, (Harry/Ginny, Potter kids, Weasleys)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~790
Warnings: cross-gen, chan (16), godfather/godson UST, pre-infidelity?
Disclaimer: I don't own much of anything, least of all anything having to do with Harry Potter.
A/N: This is for adventdrabbles and prompt #27: ice skating.
Teddy wasn't sure he liked this whole skating thing. Okay, that wasn’t true. He fucking hated it. He was insanely jealous of little Lily who was too little to try it yet and comfy-warm at the Burrow with Molly, while the rest of the Weasley clan -- plus Jamie and Al who were half Weasley, of course -- and he and Harry were all forced to endure this…unique form of winter punishment. For one, it was freezing cold. It was weird – it didn't look cold on the telly. The girls all wore those little dresses with their bums hanging out, and sometimes they fell, and then they just got up and went on like nothing happened. Teddy couldn't even imagine taking his gloves off at this point!
The only thing that made him feel better was that Harry seemed to be having very similar thoughts (and very similar problems). The Weasleys, including Harry's wife and kids, were all like penguins they were so comfortable on the ice. Teddy felt like he had his skates on the wrong feet and that they'd buttered the rink.
He'd have been miserable except that –
"OH BLOODY FUCK LOOK OUT!!!!"
Harry came barreling toward him, no brakes, no ready magic apparently – just pure frozen panic. Teddy would have held out his arms and tried to catch him, but…well, he was just as terrible as Harry obviously was at this skating bollocks, and attempting a mid-skate-slash-flounder rescue would have merely doomed them both. He did the only thing he could: hold onto the low wall and brace for impact.
THUD!
Harry slammed into him at roughly ten miles per hour, and the force was enough to take both of them down anyway. George, skating by at that moment, doubled over giggling.
"Very funny!" Harry hollered after him. "Shit, Teddy, I'm sorry."
Teddy, on his arse with Harry half on top of him, managed a smile, though it felt like half his face was frozen solid. "No problem. I was due for a fall. Haven't had a good one in over three minutes."
"Merlin's bollocks, I hate this," Harry confided quietly. He tried to right himself and stand, but instead slipped, his feet doing a funny run in place before he collided with Teddy's body again and had them sprawling on the ice once more. "Bugger!"
"Harry," Teddy said. He could feel Harry's warm breath on his neck where his scarf had come unwound. "It's all right. The longer I'm down here, the less I actually have to try to skate."
"Would it make me a terrible person if I Apparated us to somewhere indoors where they serve hot chocolate? Just for twenty minutes or so? I mean, look at them."
Teddy looked. The Weasleys, including Ginny, Jamie, and Al, were a bunch of laughing, happy, Olympic-level skaters. They didn't seem to give a hoot about Harry or Teddy or their sore bums and cold eyeballs. And Teddy's eyeballs were quite cold. The only thing keeping him warm at the moment…was Harry. Teddy swallowed. "Let's go."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"God, I love you," Harry sighed, and for just one lovely, awful moment, they were looking into one another's eyes, and it was all Teddy could do not to whimper a little. "Right then," Harry said. "I'd offer you a hand up, but I feel certain we'd just wind up back here, further bruised and ridiculous."
Teddy just smiled. Harry was lying sort of between his legs – so very close. It was exhilarating in ways that could soon become embarrassing and revealing and…embarrassingly revealing. Teddy watched the rise and fall of Harry's chest, could feel the ghost of his breath, smell his aftershave….
"Hold onto me," Harry told him, his voice low and thrilling.
Teddy wrapped his arms around his godfather's neck, and there was that moment before they Apparated when it was just this lovely thing – their bodies flush, breath in one another's ears, the whole world slipping away.
Teddy closed his eyes.
But in the next moment, they were just outside The Three Broomsticks, and Teddy had to let go. Harry opened the door for him, and the warmth inside was divine.
Harry smiled -- "Well, go on, or are you frozen to that spot, Teddy?" -- and gestured for Teddy to lead the way. He Vanished their skates first, of course. They found a corner table near enough the hearth to warm their socked feet. Teddy surreptitiously glanced at how Harry wiggled his toes.
"Think they'll miss us?" Teddy asked.
"Not a chance," Harry admitted, "They're having way too much fun. And honestly. Right now? I don't really care."
Teddy's heart raced at his words, and for the next warm, dry, perfect twenty minutes, Harry was all his.