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drachenminaTitle: Surprise!
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Word Count: 750
Rating: R
Characters: Harry Potter/Severus Snape
AN: For the delightfully drabbling, cheerfully commenting, marvelously modding, persistently pimping, beneficently beta-reading, wonderfully writing and, of course all-round fabulous friendtorino10154
Happy Birthday, darling! *kiss*
Oh, and as it’s for a happy occasion, nobody’s dead. *g*
As the clock hand bearing Severus’ name swept to “Home”, Harry hurried to the front door to meet his lover. He tried to keep from smirking as he noticed Severus’ rather less than sunny mood. “Had a good day at work?”
“Abysmal,” came the grunted reply.
“Yeah, me too,” Harry said unconvincingly. “Look, I know you said something about going out for a meal tonight, but I thought we’d just stay in tonight and have beans on toast for tea – I mean, it’s not like it’s a special occasion, is it?” he added brightly.
It was really quite impressive, Harry thought with a smothered snigger, how Severus could go from nought to apocalyptic fury in less than a second.
“Not a special occasion? Not a special occasion? I realise, Potter, that to one as youthful as you it must seem that at my age, birthdays have been so numerous as to blur into one another – indeed, that that is in fact desirable, to prevent one dwelling upon one’s descent into decrepitude – but I had hoped that you might have sufficient regard for me to do something to mark my natal day! But what do I get? No card, no present – not even a bloody blowjob to wake up to!”
“Er, Severus…”
“I suppose you think I’m past it now! No doubt you’ll be looking for someone younger and firmer to take the heroic Potter prick up the arse, although I didn’t hear you complaining about any slackening of the appropriate muscles last night!”
“Sev…”
“You were quite happy with my aged tongue when it was shoved up the Potter pucker – which, by the way, is quite as wrinkled as mine! And I don’t recall any comments about Grandpa needing to be taught to suck eggs when I was sucking on yours - ” Severus broke off abruptly at a muffled noise that came from the living room, a sort of embarrassed foot-shuffling sound with a hint of nervous laughter. “What was that?” he snapped. “Have you replaced me already? Is he here now?”
As Harry cringed unhappily, the living room door swung slowly open to reveal a room decorated in green and silver, a big banner spelling out “Happy Birthday Severus” and the entire Order of the Phoenix, plus reinforcements, doing their level best to blend into the furniture beneath.
Severus froze.
“Surprise!” Harry said weakly.
…
Half an hour later, Ron made his way over unsteadily to where Severus and Harry sat in a slightly uneasy truce. “Great party this, mate! I’ve met this fantastic bird, she can do all these different noses. Think I’m in with a chance there!”
“Er, Ron? Don’t you think Tonks might be a bit old for you?” Harry ventured.
“Not to mention married,” Severus put in scathingly.
Ron’s face fell. “She’s not, is she? She never mentioned it.”
“Strange, that,” Harry muttered under his breath. “What about her?” he suggested brightly, gesturing over to where Hermione stood turning her wand over in her hands as if she’d never seen it before.
“What, her?” Ron grimaced. “Don’t think so, mate! ‘Tween you and me, mate, I don’t reckon she’s all there.”
“Not any more, she’s not,” Harry said under his breath. He glared at Severus, who pretended to look unconcerned but nevertheless shuffled in his seat a little.
“’Spose I’d better find some one else to chat up,” Ron said fatalistically. “Thanks for the info – er, what did you say your name was again, mate?”
Harry sighed, and reached for his Firewhiskey. “Neville Longbottom,” he said, giving up. He took a deep swig.
Ron’s face darkened. “That bastard! Gotta go, Nev – some bastard’s snogging my sister and pretending to be you!” He stormed off, fists clenched.
Harry sighed. “Look, Severus, I can understand you were annoyed, but did you have to Obliviate everyone quite so hard?” He did a double take as he realised Severus was doing a fairly passable impersonation of the Kneazle that had got the cream.
“I trust, Harry,” Severus told him smugly, “that you have learned now that infantile practical jokes are not appreciated. But as it happens, this is turning out to be one of my better birthdays. Oh, don’t worry, Harry,” he added, rolling his eyes. “It’ll have mostly worn off by tomorrow.”
They both watched as a very interested-looking Remus compared scars with Bill, who was apparently supremely indifferent to his wife being thoroughly snogged by Sirius not three feet away.
“Probably,” Severus amended.
Harry reached for the bottle once more.
Author:
drachenminaWord Count: 750
Rating: R
Characters: Harry Potter/Severus Snape
AN: For the delightfully drabbling, cheerfully commenting, marvelously modding, persistently pimping, beneficently beta-reading, wonderfully writing and, of course all-round fabulous friend
torino10154 Happy Birthday, darling! *kiss*
Oh, and as it’s for a happy occasion, nobody’s dead. *g*
As the clock hand bearing Severus’ name swept to “Home”, Harry hurried to the front door to meet his lover. He tried to keep from smirking as he noticed Severus’ rather less than sunny mood. “Had a good day at work?”
“Abysmal,” came the grunted reply.
“Yeah, me too,” Harry said unconvincingly. “Look, I know you said something about going out for a meal tonight, but I thought we’d just stay in tonight and have beans on toast for tea – I mean, it’s not like it’s a special occasion, is it?” he added brightly.
It was really quite impressive, Harry thought with a smothered snigger, how Severus could go from nought to apocalyptic fury in less than a second.
“Not a special occasion? Not a special occasion? I realise, Potter, that to one as youthful as you it must seem that at my age, birthdays have been so numerous as to blur into one another – indeed, that that is in fact desirable, to prevent one dwelling upon one’s descent into decrepitude – but I had hoped that you might have sufficient regard for me to do something to mark my natal day! But what do I get? No card, no present – not even a bloody blowjob to wake up to!”
“Er, Severus…”
“I suppose you think I’m past it now! No doubt you’ll be looking for someone younger and firmer to take the heroic Potter prick up the arse, although I didn’t hear you complaining about any slackening of the appropriate muscles last night!”
“Sev…”
“You were quite happy with my aged tongue when it was shoved up the Potter pucker – which, by the way, is quite as wrinkled as mine! And I don’t recall any comments about Grandpa needing to be taught to suck eggs when I was sucking on yours - ” Severus broke off abruptly at a muffled noise that came from the living room, a sort of embarrassed foot-shuffling sound with a hint of nervous laughter. “What was that?” he snapped. “Have you replaced me already? Is he here now?”
As Harry cringed unhappily, the living room door swung slowly open to reveal a room decorated in green and silver, a big banner spelling out “Happy Birthday Severus” and the entire Order of the Phoenix, plus reinforcements, doing their level best to blend into the furniture beneath.
Severus froze.
“Surprise!” Harry said weakly.
…
Half an hour later, Ron made his way over unsteadily to where Severus and Harry sat in a slightly uneasy truce. “Great party this, mate! I’ve met this fantastic bird, she can do all these different noses. Think I’m in with a chance there!”
“Er, Ron? Don’t you think Tonks might be a bit old for you?” Harry ventured.
“Not to mention married,” Severus put in scathingly.
Ron’s face fell. “She’s not, is she? She never mentioned it.”
“Strange, that,” Harry muttered under his breath. “What about her?” he suggested brightly, gesturing over to where Hermione stood turning her wand over in her hands as if she’d never seen it before.
“What, her?” Ron grimaced. “Don’t think so, mate! ‘Tween you and me, mate, I don’t reckon she’s all there.”
“Not any more, she’s not,” Harry said under his breath. He glared at Severus, who pretended to look unconcerned but nevertheless shuffled in his seat a little.
“’Spose I’d better find some one else to chat up,” Ron said fatalistically. “Thanks for the info – er, what did you say your name was again, mate?”
Harry sighed, and reached for his Firewhiskey. “Neville Longbottom,” he said, giving up. He took a deep swig.
Ron’s face darkened. “That bastard! Gotta go, Nev – some bastard’s snogging my sister and pretending to be you!” He stormed off, fists clenched.
Harry sighed. “Look, Severus, I can understand you were annoyed, but did you have to Obliviate everyone quite so hard?” He did a double take as he realised Severus was doing a fairly passable impersonation of the Kneazle that had got the cream.
“I trust, Harry,” Severus told him smugly, “that you have learned now that infantile practical jokes are not appreciated. But as it happens, this is turning out to be one of my better birthdays. Oh, don’t worry, Harry,” he added, rolling his eyes. “It’ll have mostly worn off by tomorrow.”
They both watched as a very interested-looking Remus compared scars with Bill, who was apparently supremely indifferent to his wife being thoroughly snogged by Sirius not three feet away.
“Probably,” Severus amended.
Harry reached for the bottle once more.
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Date: 2014-03-12 08:45 pm (UTC)