Good Morning, Severus | HP/SS | PG Word Count: 350 Pairing/Characters: Harry Potter/Severus Snape Notes/Warnings: Directly inspired by LJ-er irisgirl12000's triplet of drabbles. Utter nonsense and mush.
At four in the morning, Harry crept in at the kitchen door. His fistful of wildflowers snatched from ditches along his rambling stroll home was ragged and a bit cobwebby, but he was determined to adhere to George's advice:
"Go home and snog the crabby bastard. Tell him you love him. Do something to get him to admit the same. You'll feel better."
However. At this unholy hour (four o'clock in the morning, Mister Potter, sniped his remarkably McGonagall-like inner voice), it was difficult to imagine Severus receptive to a whiskey-flavoured kiss or a load of girly flowers.
More the heavy platinum ring sort, my Severus is, Harry mused, hazily inspired.
At four-fifteen, Severus woke to the sound of something exploding spectacularly in the middle of his kitchen, and leapt out of bed, wand drawn, to hex whomever was responsible.
He found Harry sprawled, unconscious, half-under the kitchen table. A lump of warped-looking metal lay on the floor near the cold cupboard, and Severus stooped to inspect it. It appeared to be a mass of flower-petals in platinum, mashed into some sort of abstract art piece.
A judicious casting of investigatory spells told him everything, including Harry's blood-alcohol level, and he allowed himself a wee smile.
"Thick boy. Come along with you, you're having a bath and sobering potion before I let you near the bed."
Harry groaned as Severus gathered him off the floor, and peered blearily up at the other man. "'M sorry. Love you, y'great bat."
"Perhaps I'd better come out with you next time, to avoid these noisy homecomings. And to protect the local flora from your romantic efforts."
"Wanted you t'have-"
"I know, Harry. Come on, into the bath."
As Severus massaged shampoo through his hair, something they’d both always enjoyed, Harry realized George was right. Severus would never be demonstrative in traditional ways, but he did love Harry. He took care of Harry, and if they weren’t intellectual equals, Severus at least understood things about Harry that nobody else did, nor ever would.