Author:bonfoi Rating: PG Pairing: Remus Lupin, Severus Snape, Gideon Prewett Summary: Given the chore of collecting mistletoe for Christmas decorations, Lupin and Snape come across something interesting. Challenge:adventdrabblesPrompt #1: Mistletoe & Prompt #10: Holly and Ivy Word Count: 460 including song lyrics Genre: Alternate Universe; EWE; Pre-slash; Adventure; Romance Warnings: none A/N: I hope my twist on the prompt works! *fingers crossed*
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“Lupin! Where’s that mistletoe?” Severus yelled from Gideon’s side.
Remus rushed in, the thirteen mistletoe berries in one hand and the fresh potion in a bowl in the other. “Sorry, sorry. Peeves seems to be full of piss and vinegar and taking it out on us.” He handed Severus the potion and counted out the mistletoe berries carefully. “How are you adding the berries?” he asked in a gasp.
Severus wiped his temple with the back of one hand and squashed the berries—one by one—between his thumb and index finger. “Watch me, Lupin. You may need to make this potion one day.” With his index finger, Severus swirled the crushed berries into the potion. Currycombe knelt behind Gideon’s back, watching with interest.
“Darkling feeds mash to Giddy?” Currycombe asked.
“A bit inside and a bit outside, but it’s over time,” Severus responded. He looked up into Remus’ eyes. “Lupin, I need a timing mechanism. A song works…Do you know the old Wizarding carol ‘Green Growith the Holly’?” When Remus nodded, the frown between his eyes eased a bit. “Start singing please.”
As the holly grouth grene And never chaungeth hew, So I am, ever hath bene Unto my lady trew. Grene growith the holly...
Chorus: Green growith the holly, So doth the ivy, Thow wynter blastys blow never so hye Green growith the holly...
As Remus sang, Severus scooped a dollop of mistletoe-and-potion onto his finger and offered to Currycombe for a sniff. “Smell this, Currycombe. It should smell like clean pines, sharp mistletoe, and warmth.” The porlock nodded, his eyes following Severus’ finger as he rubbed the mixture on Gideon’s gums and then another dollop was massaged into the stony limb.
As the holly grouth grene With ive all alone When flowerys cannot be sene, and grenewode levys be gone, Grene growith the holly...
Chorus: Green growith the holly, So doth the ivy, Thow wynter blastys blow never so hye Green growith the holly...
Remus sang clear and low, knowing that timing would make the difference. He watched Severus bend and flex, over and over. Gideon’s color slowly changed and the restless movements slowed. The stony limb seemed to relax under Severus’ ministrations, and Currycombe dozed off against the centaur's back.
On his third repetition of the song, Severus scooped out the last dollop of mistletoe mixture and massaged it into hard muscle instead of stone.
Remus stepped closer as he sang…
Now unto my lady Promyse to her I make, Frome all other only To her I me betake, Grene growith the holly...
…and cupped Severus’ shoulder. When Severus looked up, Remus let the last note of the stanza tremble in the air as he bent to press a soft kiss on his lips.
No. 8 Green Growith the Holly This song is from Henry VIII’s Book, BM Add. MS. 31922, dating to about 1515. This is a love song, but the tone is so soft that it is might be suitable for expressions of affection as well as romantic love. It has been published in Musica Britannica Vol. 8, edited by John Stevens, but I haven’t seen that. This song has been completely bowdlerized to try to turn it into a Christian hymn and that version is published in the Oxford Book of Carols as #63. The chorus for both versions is:
Green growith the holly, So doth the ivy, Though winter blasts blow ne’er so high Green growith the holly.
The correct second verse (with the spelling modernized) is: As the holly groweth green And never changeth hue, So I am, ever hath been Unto my lady true.
The original text gives the music for three voices, but only for the burden (chorus), so people either use the same tune for the verses and the chorus, or some have written additional music to sing the verses to. There are beautiful performances of it, starting with this version of Green Growith the Holly on YouTube, which gives the words also. There is also a version by Anonymous 4 on the Wolcum Yule CD, in which they wrote some additional music for the verses. The christianized version out of the Oxford Book of Carols #63 is beautifully performed on the Revels Christmas CD.