geek6 (geek6) wrote in lupin_snape, @ 2008-01-09 07:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | fic: g, holidays: snape's birthday |
Birthday Fic (G) Bad Day.
It's the 9th here.. so.. Happy Birthday Severus!
Title: Bad Day
Author:Geek6
Rating: G
Pairing: SS/RL
Disclaimer: Not mine.. sadly.
Wordcount: 439 approx..
Warning: Grumpiness and Fluff..sorry it's so short.
crossed posted to LJ
Bad Day.
Severus had had a bad day.
He’d woken to a cold, empty bed. Their rooms had been remarkably free of gaudily wrapped presents, ridiculously cheery werewolves, and special birthday breakfasts. He’d had to go to the Great Hall to eat, where the Owl post had brought him nothing more than his monthly bill from the apothecary in Hogsmeade, and Minerva had informed him his classes were cancelled due to an unexplained flood in his classroom.
He’d spent his day catching up on his brewing for Poppy, and working himself up into a complete and utter snit. How dare Lupin ignore his birthday! It shouldn’t matter that every year Severus told him that he’d rather it was ignored: that he didn’t want a fuss or money wasted on pointless presents. That Lupin should actually leave him alone for the day, as he’d insisted was all he wanted for his birthday, was outrageous!
When he returned to their rooms at the end of the day they were dark, cold, and still free of annoying werewolves. Severus’ snit turned to fury as he headed for the bathroom to wash away the smell of potions and their more unpleasant ingredients.
He emerged, damp and wrapped in his shabby old bathrobe that really needed replacing, but which he couldn’t bear to part with because it was so comfortable, into a bedroom filled with dozens of floating candles. There was a fire roaring in the grate, and set up in front of it was a table beautifully laid for two. On the bedside table was a small pot of melted chocolate under a warming charm, and paintbrushes in several sizes. The bed was turned down and red rose petals, so dark as to be almost black, were scattered over the linens.
Standing in the middle of the room, sappy romantic grin on his face, was Remus, clutching in his hands an extremely gaudily wrapped gift. “I’m sorry, Severus, I couldn’t do it. I tried. I really did. But doing as you asked and ignoring your birthday was just something I couldn’t do. I managed for most of the day, but....” He shrugged and did his best to look apologetic. “By this evening it was just too much. No one should have their birthday ignored by those who love them. So, dinner and a small present. That’s not too much, is it?”
His anger dissolving at the hopeful look on Remus’ face, he found himself unable to form coherent thought. All his brain could supply was, “But I don’t like milk chocolate.”
“You don’t have to like it, Severus. You only have to wear it.”