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hp_goldenageTitle: Golden Anniversary
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flaminia_x
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Draco/Hermione, Portrait!Severus/Portrait!Remus
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~1575
Content/Warning(s): None
Summary/Prompt: After almost fifty years together, the three of them are tired of hiding.
A/N: This was a fun trio to write, and I was happy that the prompter suggested the bonus pair in the portrait. I hope everyone enjoys!
“Oh, sod it all,” Hermione grumbled. Angrily flicking her wand, she sent her stacks of books and papers flying haphazardly toward her desk. Flopping down in her favorite armchair, she brushed her hair back out of her eyes in irritation, sighing as she eased her feet out of her shoes.
“Rough day?” Harry asked, walking over and kissing the top of her head gently.
Hermione growled. “I swear, Harry Potter, that we were never that young.”
Harry chuckled. Running his hands along her shoulders, he began to massage some of the knots out of her tense muscles. “First-year students at it again, eh?” he asked.
“You have no idea,” she muttered angrily. “Two of them thought it was funny to go poking at the Whomping Willow and nearly got themselves brained in the process, while a third one decided to try a charm that even the Twins would have stayed away from until at least fourth year on her roommate and almost turned her into a chicken.”
“Who’s a chicken?” Draco asked, walking into the room and loosening his necktie. “Not me, I hope?”
Coming over to the other two, he kissed Harry hello. “What’s this? A bit of foreplay without me, hmm?”
“Hermione’s had a rough day,” Harry said.
“More of the first-year antics?” Draco asked.
“Don’t you know it,” Hermione responded, leaning forward so that Harry could work his way down her spine.
“Well, then!” Draco said briskly. “There’s only one proper cure for that—”
“I don’t think she wants a shag right now, Draco,” Harry interjected with a laugh.
“No, you pillock, that’s your idea of stress relief,” Draco said acerbically. “Not that I mind. Much. No, I meant that we should go out for dinner. No one cooks, no one cleans, we are all waited on hand and foot, and then we come home for the shag.”
Harry laughed and swatted at Draco’s head. “What do you say, Hermione? Feel like traipsing into Muggle London?”
Hermione sighed, tilting her head back so she could see the two men at the same time. “Do you know something, gentlemen?”
“Uh oh, she said gentlemen,” Draco whispered, looking askance at Harry, who nodded worriedly.
She continued as though she had not been interrupted. “Do you know how long the three of us have been together?”
“Forty-nine years, six months, and three days,” Draco said instantly.
“Four days,” Harry corrected.
“Well, depends on whether you’re talking about the dinner or the shag,” Draco said cheekily.
“Oh, you and your shagging!” Hermione snapped. “Not that it isn’t lovely, mind you, but it’s been almost fifty years, and for whatever reason, we still don’t really go out in public! Our families know. Our friends know. And do you know what? No one cares! The only … thing … that seems to stick in our collective craws is Hogwarts’s antiquated old rule about the number of people that can live in the Headmistress’s suite, and don’t you think I haven’t been working on the castle’s magic for about as long as I’ve been there.”
Behind her head, Harry and Draco nodded at each other knowingly. “I could probably recite her whole speech along with her,” Harry mouthed to Draco, prompting a smothered laugh.
“And that’s why I think we should just do it,” Hermione stated.
“Do what?” Draco asked blankly.
“Honestly.” Hermione stood up and crossed her arms sternly. “You’d think after forty-nine years, six months, and three days,” she said, glaring at Harry, “I’d learn to know when the two of you were being cheeky behind my back. As I was just saying, I think we should just do it. Come out. Tell the world what they already know, which is that the three of us have been happy together for decades, and perhaps that means that we can go out to the local Wizarding chippie from time to time.”
Harry and Draco looked at each other, then back at Hermione.
“But what about—” Harry started.
“It’s brilliant,” Draco said.
“What?” Hermione and Harry said in unison.
“I thought you didn’t—” Hermione started.
“No, I mean it,” Draco said. “It’s time. I don’t think the average witch or wizard out there is clamouring to be my new best mate, but no one’s given me a difficult time in quite a while.”
“You say that now, but Draco, you know how hard it was at first for you. For us,” Harry said softly.
“Merlin, Harry, it’s been almost fifty years!” Draco exclaimed. “I’ve gone through a lot to be with you, the both of you, and I don’t regret a single moment of it. And I’m not stupid; I don’t pretend for one second that there are wizards out there that have been, shall we say, a bit willfully ignorant of our personal arrangements. Yes, being more open about it might be challenging at times. But Hermione’s right. It’s time.”
“I agree with Draco,” a quiet, sonorous voice said.
“Severus!” Hermione said, jumping. “You startled me.”
“Do you really think Draco’s right, Severus?” Harry asked.
“Of course I do, or I wouldn’t have said so,” Severus said acerbically from his portrait.
“Now, now, Severus,” Remus said, elbowing him lightly in the side. “But, because I know you were going to ask me next, I also agree with Draco.”
“But you two were the ones that told us to keep a low profile,” Harry said. “The problems the two of you had after the War—”
“Were difficult, yes,” Severus finished. “But, times were different then, and you three are not us.”
“I think it was right for you to lay low for a while, at first,” Remus said. “You were so young, and the two of us had faced such … hostility. You saw it, you were there.”
“I just know how much trouble people gave you, Remus, for being in a relationship with a Death Eater,” Draco said in a low voice. “Never mind how every newspaper and gossip mag proclaimed his innocence. It didn’t matter. To so many people, he was never anything more. And I, I can’t even pretend I ever was innocent.”
“You were a child, Draco,” Remus said patiently. “You know we’ve been through this before.”
“I know, it’s just that even fifty years later, it still … it’s still causing trouble for the ones I love,” Draco said.
“You don’t know that,” Severus said. “As you mentioned, no one has bothered you for some time. Not really. Maybe you three have been too patient.”
“I do wish that Severus and I would have been able to be a bit more forthcoming while we were still young. There were things I’d wanted to do that we were a bit too cautious to try,” Remus explained. “I don’t want you three to have any regrets.”
“Maybe so,” Harry said slowly. “I just want Draco to be safe. I wouldn’t ever want to risk his safety for something as ridiculous as a packet of chips.”
“Harry,” Draco said bemusedly. “The three of us fought in wars. You’ve been an Auror for the last forty-odd years. Hermione’s one of the best witches this world has ever seen. And I’m not too shabby at duelling, and, unlike the two of you, I don’t mind kicking a bloke in the groin, either. I’m not saying I’m going into this blind, but … maybe Hermione’s right, and Severus too. Maybe we should give it a shot.”
“Perhaps we could compromise, for starters,” Hermione said.
“How’s that?” Harry asked.
“Well, since the three of us never formally bonded or had any sort of wedding celebration, perhaps we could start with an anniversary party. Something to recognize that we’ve been together for almost fifty years, something that would bring all of our extended families and friends together,” Hermione offered.
“That’s brilliant,” Harry said excitedly. “Everyone already knows, so it’s not like it’d be a surprise to anyone on the invitation list. But it would let the Wizarding world know that we’re together and that we’re supported by our families.”
“I think that is a wonderful idea,” Remus said. “Neither Severus nor I really had extended families of the sort you three have. Plus, so much time has gone by. You might just find that the world outside your door is a bit more accepting than you give it credit for.”
“I think it’s a fantastic start,” Draco said, “on one condition.”
“What’s that?” Hermione asked.
“We’re having our portrait painted too. Together, the three of us,” he said. “That way, if something does happen to any one of us, it won’t exactly be permanent.”
“I don’t think we need to be quite so melodramatic about it,” Hermione said, “but I think it’s a wonderful idea.”
“Me too,” Harry said, grinning broadly.
“And we’ll have the pleasure of your company for all eternity,” Severus said drolly, flinching as Remus elbowed him once again.
“All right, you three,” Remus said. “Get out of here. Go plan your party. I’ll just ask one small favor.”
“What’s that, Remus?” Harry asked.
“When you pick your painter, have them stop by here and stencil me in a packet of chips, will you? You keep talking about them and I’m positively famished,” Remus said with a grin.
“It’s a deal,” Hermione said. “Now, come on, you two. We have a date down the street.”
FIN
Author:
flaminia_x Characters/Pairings: Harry/Draco/Hermione, Portrait!Severus/Portrait!Remus
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~1575
Content/Warning(s): None
Summary/Prompt: After almost fifty years together, the three of them are tired of hiding.
A/N: This was a fun trio to write, and I was happy that the prompter suggested the bonus pair in the portrait. I hope everyone enjoys!
“Oh, sod it all,” Hermione grumbled. Angrily flicking her wand, she sent her stacks of books and papers flying haphazardly toward her desk. Flopping down in her favorite armchair, she brushed her hair back out of her eyes in irritation, sighing as she eased her feet out of her shoes.
“Rough day?” Harry asked, walking over and kissing the top of her head gently.
Hermione growled. “I swear, Harry Potter, that we were never that young.”
Harry chuckled. Running his hands along her shoulders, he began to massage some of the knots out of her tense muscles. “First-year students at it again, eh?” he asked.
“You have no idea,” she muttered angrily. “Two of them thought it was funny to go poking at the Whomping Willow and nearly got themselves brained in the process, while a third one decided to try a charm that even the Twins would have stayed away from until at least fourth year on her roommate and almost turned her into a chicken.”
“Who’s a chicken?” Draco asked, walking into the room and loosening his necktie. “Not me, I hope?”
Coming over to the other two, he kissed Harry hello. “What’s this? A bit of foreplay without me, hmm?”
“Hermione’s had a rough day,” Harry said.
“More of the first-year antics?” Draco asked.
“Don’t you know it,” Hermione responded, leaning forward so that Harry could work his way down her spine.
“Well, then!” Draco said briskly. “There’s only one proper cure for that—”
“I don’t think she wants a shag right now, Draco,” Harry interjected with a laugh.
“No, you pillock, that’s your idea of stress relief,” Draco said acerbically. “Not that I mind. Much. No, I meant that we should go out for dinner. No one cooks, no one cleans, we are all waited on hand and foot, and then we come home for the shag.”
Harry laughed and swatted at Draco’s head. “What do you say, Hermione? Feel like traipsing into Muggle London?”
Hermione sighed, tilting her head back so she could see the two men at the same time. “Do you know something, gentlemen?”
“Uh oh, she said gentlemen,” Draco whispered, looking askance at Harry, who nodded worriedly.
She continued as though she had not been interrupted. “Do you know how long the three of us have been together?”
“Forty-nine years, six months, and three days,” Draco said instantly.
“Four days,” Harry corrected.
“Well, depends on whether you’re talking about the dinner or the shag,” Draco said cheekily.
“Oh, you and your shagging!” Hermione snapped. “Not that it isn’t lovely, mind you, but it’s been almost fifty years, and for whatever reason, we still don’t really go out in public! Our families know. Our friends know. And do you know what? No one cares! The only … thing … that seems to stick in our collective craws is Hogwarts’s antiquated old rule about the number of people that can live in the Headmistress’s suite, and don’t you think I haven’t been working on the castle’s magic for about as long as I’ve been there.”
Behind her head, Harry and Draco nodded at each other knowingly. “I could probably recite her whole speech along with her,” Harry mouthed to Draco, prompting a smothered laugh.
“And that’s why I think we should just do it,” Hermione stated.
“Do what?” Draco asked blankly.
“Honestly.” Hermione stood up and crossed her arms sternly. “You’d think after forty-nine years, six months, and three days,” she said, glaring at Harry, “I’d learn to know when the two of you were being cheeky behind my back. As I was just saying, I think we should just do it. Come out. Tell the world what they already know, which is that the three of us have been happy together for decades, and perhaps that means that we can go out to the local Wizarding chippie from time to time.”
Harry and Draco looked at each other, then back at Hermione.
“But what about—” Harry started.
“It’s brilliant,” Draco said.
“What?” Hermione and Harry said in unison.
“I thought you didn’t—” Hermione started.
“No, I mean it,” Draco said. “It’s time. I don’t think the average witch or wizard out there is clamouring to be my new best mate, but no one’s given me a difficult time in quite a while.”
“You say that now, but Draco, you know how hard it was at first for you. For us,” Harry said softly.
“Merlin, Harry, it’s been almost fifty years!” Draco exclaimed. “I’ve gone through a lot to be with you, the both of you, and I don’t regret a single moment of it. And I’m not stupid; I don’t pretend for one second that there are wizards out there that have been, shall we say, a bit willfully ignorant of our personal arrangements. Yes, being more open about it might be challenging at times. But Hermione’s right. It’s time.”
“I agree with Draco,” a quiet, sonorous voice said.
“Severus!” Hermione said, jumping. “You startled me.”
“Do you really think Draco’s right, Severus?” Harry asked.
“Of course I do, or I wouldn’t have said so,” Severus said acerbically from his portrait.
“Now, now, Severus,” Remus said, elbowing him lightly in the side. “But, because I know you were going to ask me next, I also agree with Draco.”
“But you two were the ones that told us to keep a low profile,” Harry said. “The problems the two of you had after the War—”
“Were difficult, yes,” Severus finished. “But, times were different then, and you three are not us.”
“I think it was right for you to lay low for a while, at first,” Remus said. “You were so young, and the two of us had faced such … hostility. You saw it, you were there.”
“I just know how much trouble people gave you, Remus, for being in a relationship with a Death Eater,” Draco said in a low voice. “Never mind how every newspaper and gossip mag proclaimed his innocence. It didn’t matter. To so many people, he was never anything more. And I, I can’t even pretend I ever was innocent.”
“You were a child, Draco,” Remus said patiently. “You know we’ve been through this before.”
“I know, it’s just that even fifty years later, it still … it’s still causing trouble for the ones I love,” Draco said.
“You don’t know that,” Severus said. “As you mentioned, no one has bothered you for some time. Not really. Maybe you three have been too patient.”
“I do wish that Severus and I would have been able to be a bit more forthcoming while we were still young. There were things I’d wanted to do that we were a bit too cautious to try,” Remus explained. “I don’t want you three to have any regrets.”
“Maybe so,” Harry said slowly. “I just want Draco to be safe. I wouldn’t ever want to risk his safety for something as ridiculous as a packet of chips.”
“Harry,” Draco said bemusedly. “The three of us fought in wars. You’ve been an Auror for the last forty-odd years. Hermione’s one of the best witches this world has ever seen. And I’m not too shabby at duelling, and, unlike the two of you, I don’t mind kicking a bloke in the groin, either. I’m not saying I’m going into this blind, but … maybe Hermione’s right, and Severus too. Maybe we should give it a shot.”
“Perhaps we could compromise, for starters,” Hermione said.
“How’s that?” Harry asked.
“Well, since the three of us never formally bonded or had any sort of wedding celebration, perhaps we could start with an anniversary party. Something to recognize that we’ve been together for almost fifty years, something that would bring all of our extended families and friends together,” Hermione offered.
“That’s brilliant,” Harry said excitedly. “Everyone already knows, so it’s not like it’d be a surprise to anyone on the invitation list. But it would let the Wizarding world know that we’re together and that we’re supported by our families.”
“I think that is a wonderful idea,” Remus said. “Neither Severus nor I really had extended families of the sort you three have. Plus, so much time has gone by. You might just find that the world outside your door is a bit more accepting than you give it credit for.”
“I think it’s a fantastic start,” Draco said, “on one condition.”
“What’s that?” Hermione asked.
“We’re having our portrait painted too. Together, the three of us,” he said. “That way, if something does happen to any one of us, it won’t exactly be permanent.”
“I don’t think we need to be quite so melodramatic about it,” Hermione said, “but I think it’s a wonderful idea.”
“Me too,” Harry said, grinning broadly.
“And we’ll have the pleasure of your company for all eternity,” Severus said drolly, flinching as Remus elbowed him once again.
“All right, you three,” Remus said. “Get out of here. Go plan your party. I’ll just ask one small favor.”
“What’s that, Remus?” Harry asked.
“When you pick your painter, have them stop by here and stencil me in a packet of chips, will you? You keep talking about them and I’m positively famished,” Remus said with a grin.
“It’s a deal,” Hermione said. “Now, come on, you two. We have a date down the street.”
FIN
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Date: 2015-03-05 06:59 am (UTC)