jocundasykes

 A drabble for the prompt of 'registration'. I'd love to see this forced marriage AU, preferably 80k with lots of pining XD


Annual Registration began at dawn, yet Potter stood waiting at the lifts beside the sign: ‘MANDATORY CENSUS’.

“Hi!”

Severus stuck his nose in the Daily Prophet.

They piled into a lift and Potter beamed. “What floor do you want?”

Severus did not answer, then exited at record speed. He had completed half his paperwork before Potter reached the Godric’s Hollow table.

The Ministry witch tutted. “Still unmarried?” 

Severus curled his lip.

“Have your Exile Forms ready for the next registration,” she said. 

Potter caught up with Severus in the Atrium.

“They’re exiling me next year, too,” he said, eyes sparkling.
 

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And a quick EWE hurt/comfort:


Severus tossed his novel under the bed and played dead as familiar footsteps neared the ward. 

The visitors’ chair creaked and Potter read Potions Quarterly aloud.

Potter held his hand—evidence Potter truly considered him unconscious. The things Potter sometimes whispered to him made Severus doubt this.

Later, Potter shuffled away.

“Still no change?”

Severus couldn’t hear the reply, but it wasn’t the Healer rubbing Numbing Salve into his neck.

“I hope you wake soon. I’ve got loads to tell you.”

Potter didn’t—he’d heard every word. And it astonished him when the apparently spell-damaged boy skimmed his lips over Severus’s knuckles.

 

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And another h/c!:

 

“I like you,” Harry gasped, clutching his ribs. “Romantically.”

“Hush, now. I’m concentrating.”

Severus poured a drachm of thick golden potion down Harry’s throat, blotted out Harry’s addled confessions, then wrote protective runes in the air with his wand.

Severus watched him sucking in painful breaths. “You should be improving.”

“I’ll be fine—I’m with you.”

“You’re not fine. You’re cursed.”

He measured out Painkilling Potion, and Harry clasped his wrist.

“Sorry. I thought you felt the same way.”

“Finite Incantatem!”

Harry scowled and said, “I’m not Confunded—” he cringed in pain “—don’t leave.”

“I never will,” Severus murmured. “Don’t fret.”