The Children’s Charity Garden Club AU

“So which one’s yours?” Harry hears just as he starts patting the soil down. Leaning back enough so Harry can see his face, the man smiles and throws a helpful glance over at the children chasing each other to their right.

“None,” Harry answers. “Too young for kids.” He holds the man’s gaze, tries to make the once over he gives him look natural and fails but Harry figures that no harm’s been done when he notices the man’s sudden interest in the stretch of his jeans from where he’d been trying to find a comfortable position to kneel down in for the passed hour. There’s dirt tickling Harry’s nose when he suddenly finds a gloved hand shoved in his face.

“Peter.” He smiles. The pliant soil on their gloves make the handshake feel odd, but the heat Harry can feel coming from Peter’s hand gives it some familiarity.

“Harry,” he barely gets out before Peter’s wetting his lips and grinning heartily.

“I know.”