Severus Snape/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley.Word Count:
100 x 7Rating:
Written for snarry100
's prompt# 598: Lie(s). Summary:
Harry's ready for meetings and...other things.
Part Thirty-Three of the Wisdom Series
). Beta(s): sevfan
The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Hermione blinked, clearly surprised. “She can do that?”
Severus sighed. “I’m beginning to suspect we’ve a special Kneazle,” he said. “Although it’d be a lie for me to say I know all her capabilities.”
“But Polyjuice—” Hermione shook her head. “That’s a serious charge.”
“How do we prove it?” asked Harry.
“I can’t say I’ve seen Percy drink or eat anything recently,” said Hermione. “But we aren’t in the same circles. He’s much higher up in the Ministry these days.”
“So what now?” Harry asked.
“Polyjuice’s properties remain the same,” said Severus. “We have to observe Percy for an hour.”
“I can request a meeting,” said Hermione. “Say I wish to go over the charges and perhaps see if we can come to a settlement.”
“We’re not settling!” cried Harry.
Hermione rolled her eyes. “I know that, but he doesn’t. And once we get him in a meeting room, we can make sure he doesn’t ingest anything for an hour, and we’ll know.”
Severus nodded. “Easier said than done, I suspect. Especially since Harry let him know we’re fighting the charges.”
Harry scowled. “I wasn’t about to lie.”
“Wise choice.” Severus hummed. “You’re a terrible liar.”
Harry squeezed his hand.
“The earliest we'll meet’s tomorrow,” said Hermione. “Make yourselves comfortable, I’ll be back with news.”
“Okay.” Harry sighed. “May I bring some things in here, or will that twist someone’s knickers?”
Hermione smiled. “The powers that be plan to look the other way when it comes to Severus’ holding arrangements. Severus can’t leave, but it’s fine if you make the cell more comfortable for yourselves. Plus, the…Auror guard you’ve been assigned should be…understanding.”
Harry frowned. “Who is it?”
“You’ll see.” Hermione winked. “Now I should go. I need to lie convincingly to Percy’s secretary about needing a meeting.”
“I won’t be able to sleep unless it’s someone I trust,” said Harry once Hermione’s left. “I’ll lie awake all night.”
“Well,” murmured Severus, shifting Azizi off his lap and onto the floor, “I believe I can distract you.”
Grinning, Harry shifted closer. “I thought you could,” he whispered against Severus’ lips.
They kissed, Harry wrapping his arms around Severus and moaning as the kiss deepened, went deep and hot.
Severus was just laying Harry down onto his back when someone cleared their throat. Breaking apart, Harry and Severus turned their heads.
Ron smiled weakly. “Hey, guys. I’m your guard.”
“Hey, mate!” said Harry, sitting up. “It’s great to see you.”
Severus cleared his throat.
“Yeah.” Flushed, Ron stared at a spot above Harry’s right shoulder. “I’m going to pretend that’s not a lie, and that I didn’t just walk in on…what I just walked in on, okay?”
Harry bit back a grin. “Fair enough. Did Hermione fill you in?”
Ron nodded. “Yeah.” He scowled. “And just when we thought Percy was being decent for a change.”
“Oh, I guess you haven’t heard the latest, then,” said Harry.
“Latest?” Frowning, Ron shook his head.
Harry sighed. “You’d best sit.”
“You’re saying Percy isn’t
Percy, he’s someone else Polyjuiced?”
“That’s the theory.”
“According to your…Kneazle.” Ron shook his head. “Mate, I know you’re honest, but you’ll need more evidence to convince the Wizengamot these aren’t lies.”
“When you put it that way—” Harry sighed. “We’ve Pensieve evidence.”
Ron shrugged. “Ever since you talked about how Slughorn tampered with his own memories, Pensieve evidence isn’t seen as reliable.”
“Ugh.” Harry leaned his head on Severus’ shoulder.
“We’re tired,” said Severus. “We should postpone further discussion until tomorrow.”
“Good idea.” Blushing, Ron rose. “I’ll…let you get back to…um, resting.”
“At least now you’ll rest tonight,” Severus said once they were alone.
“You said earlier you thought you’d lie awake all night.”
“Oh, right.” Harry smiled. “I trust Ron with my life, with our
lives.” Leaning in, he kissed the corner of Severus’ mouth. “How about you? Think you can sleep?”
“Perhaps.” Severus rested his forehead against Harry’s. “It occurs to me we can’t make love, though.”
“Without my potion, I remain impotent.”
Harry smiled, reaching into his pocket. “Good thing I packed us some stuff before leaving New York, then, hm?”
“You brought it?”