Title: Brewing Trouble Pairing: Harry/Severus Rating: G Disclaimer: Sigh... they aren't mine Warnings: None Summary: Harry doesn't always know when to quit.
"Potter!"
"Professor?"
Severus sighed. "Harry."
A grin. "Yes, Severus."
"What is this?" Severus demanded.
Harry peered at the massive pile of foliage. "It's supposed to be 100 black roses. I didn't actually count them myself."
"If you didn't count them..." Another sigh. "Which is not the point. It's too much."
"I researched it. One needs the essence of twenty-five black roses to brew Felix Felicis," Harry frowned. "Is that wrong?"
"Amazingly enough, you are not wrong," Severus replied. "However, you have one hundred black roses here!"
"Well, I didn't count them..." Harry equivocated.
"Harry. It's too much," Severus said firmly.
Harry's turn to sigh. "We've had this discussion. The money isn't important. I wanted to do this."
Severus' look told Harry this discussion was not over. "Why Felix Felicis?"
Harry shrugged. "It seemed like something... interesting to brew. Since black roses are best at Halloween, I took what I could get."
"What will we do with four batches of Felix Felicis?" Severus queried.
"We can give them as gifts," Harry offered.
"You do not want any for yourself?" Severus asked.
Harry put out a hand to bring Severus closer. He whispered against Severus' lips, "I'm already lucky. I have you."