|nemesishamartia (nemesishamartia) wrote in nemswotd,|
@ 2008-04-01 13:09:00
|Entry tags:||amative, pg-13, snarry, word of the day, wotd|
Summary: Valentine's Day has always been boring for Severus... until now
Series: Word of the Day (WotD)
Disclaimer: Why waste your time reading this? There's lovely slash behind the link, and you're reading this. You're still reading this... didn't I tell you something about reading this? FINE. NOT MINE, HAPPY?!?!
Severus Snape was not given to amative thoughts. Sexual ones, sure, but love was rarely involved. Sex was sex.
Love was an entirely different matter.
So, clearly, Valentine’s Day was nothing special for him. Oh, sure, there were pink and red decorations everywhere that he had to avoid or at least ignore, but there were no roses, no chocolates, no tooth-aching sweetness.
Severus liked it that way.
He was comfortable with it.
Occasionally it saddened him that there was no such love in his life (sex, yes, and with Harry Potter, no less, but that wasn’t love), but one look at the teenage lust and infatuation that pervaded Hogwarts and the feeling passed. Somewhat, and only sometimes.
He entered his rooms, needing a respite from the frilliness everywhere else.
He didn’t get one.
Harry had apparently taken the time to decorate their rooms too.
Oh, it was not nearly as decorative or sappy as the Great Hall, nor as pink. But it was decorated.
Tastefully so, but nonetheless… There were roses on the table, a few red magical balloons floating about, heart-shaped cookies on the small table he kept his books on…
“Harry?” he called. “Harry?”
Harry emerged from their bedroom wearing a soft red robe. “Yes, Sev?”
“Did you do this?” Severus asked finally.
Harry grinned. “Who else?”
Severus took a deep breath. “Harry,” he began very patiently, “you know I dislike this holiday. You know I consider it a meaningless indulgence in the absurd.”
Harry nodded. “Yeah, I know all that.”
Severus gritted his teeth but tried to remain calm. “Then why are my rooms decorated? If you know that I hate this holiday, why did you decorate my rooms?”
Harry grinned. “Because I don’t hate this holiday. I rather like it, in fact. You don’t have to protect yourself from love.”
“Wait, what? What love am I protecting myself from?”
“Mine. Oh, don’t think I haven’t realized it yet. I know you aren’t into amative declarations, but I am. Especially when I’m in love.”
“You… what?” Severus gaped at Harry.
“I’m in love,” Harry sighed happily.
Severus blinked. He wasn’t quite sure what he should be feeling. Harry hadn’t yet said it was him, so he wasn’t sure if he should be happy, worried, or exceptionally jealous.
“He’s a wonderful man… sexy and brilliant,” Harry continued.
Clearly not him, Severus sighed. Brilliant, sure, but sexy?
Harry walked up to Severus. “Extremely sexy and extremely brilliant,” he smiled.
Severus nodded slowly, wondering how he would get out of this with the vast majority of his dignity intact.
Harry dropped to one knee. “Severus Snape, will you do me the dubitable honor of becoming my husband?” He presented Severus with a ring.
Severus resisted the urge to laugh. It was absurd. The Gryffindor Golden Boy on bended knee in front of him.
Come to think of it, how had Harry stumbled upon Severus’ affection for him?
“Yes,” Severus smiled. Perhaps he could become one for amative thoughts after all.
Amative – adj. Pertaining to or disposed to love, especially sexual love; full of love; amorous. (Dictionary.com’s Word of the Day, February 14, 2008).