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Title: An Accounting Category: 3 (ages 21-30) [Character(s)/Pairing(s)]: Snape/Lupin Rating: R to be safe (Highlight to View) Warning(s): Nnoen Word Count: 1,490 Summary: Severus journals his birthdays from age 21-27
Severus sat with his quill poised above the first page of his journal. It had been Minerva’s birthday present. She said he should write down his feelings and experiences daily. He was tempted to write THIS BIRTHDAY FUCKING SUCKS! which was just a bit juvenile. Perhaps he should just list his gifts.
January 9, 1982
Received this journal from Minerva, aqua socks from Albus and lace-wing flies from Mum.
One sentence. It had been a singularly depressing twenty-second birthday. He slipped from his chair and crossed his chambers. A few shots of Firewhisky and a good toss off and he’d go to bed.
The whisky and the wank had helped, but he still lay awake in bed thinking about his birthday. His last birthday had been a tribute to excess. The Death Eaters liked nothing better than an orgy of any sort. There had been a mountain of food, a river of liquor and a plethora of women. He hadn't partaken in the women; he didn't fly that side of the pitch, as it were. When the Dark Lord asked about his abstinence, he'd simply said he preferred a ginger. Voldemort had nodded and said he would note that for the next time. Severus had breathed a sigh of relief; the Dark Lord was a well know homophobe. Sleep eventually came and with it the recurring nightmare of Lily's death.
****** January 10, 1983
Received a ledger from Minerva (our wagers have extended beyond Quidditch now), a violet scarf from Albus (I imagine he wants me to announce to the world I am a raging queer), six bottles of hard cider from Pomona (her own brew), a basket of ice vine (suitable for making Draft of the Living Death) from Hagrid and copies of both volumes three and four of Canon Medicinae by Avicenna. Had a one off with Remus Lupin.
Severus slipped under is blanket; he should have showered first as his hair still smelled of smoke. His mind kept drifting to Lupin; he attempted to return his focus to his journal. It had been a surprise tonight to realise he was on page thirty-four; somewhere in his mind he imagined he was just a few pages his first entry from his last birthday. Lupin insisted on intruding upon his thoughts. They'd run into each other in a Muggle bar. A Muggle bar that catered to gay men. He hadn't liked the sound of that at all; a queer was simply a queer. His mind flowed back to Lupin. The man had bought Severus drinks and flirted shamelessly before insisting on a birthday kiss; which ended with him being quite thoroughly shagged by the werewolf and his fabulously large cock. Severus snuggled under the covers and finally slept.
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January 9, 1984
Received a new journal (I wonder how she knew that I have almost filled this one) and a bottle of single malt whiskey from Minerva (I imagine she wants me to be incapacitated for our next wager), liquorices allsorts and a pair of leather trousers from Albus (Could anything be more gay? However, it is the '80's perhaps that is the explanation. At least they are black.), black dragon fruit seeds from Hagrid (they're illegal here, I do not plan to ask where he obtained them), rambutan jam from Pomona (nice, but I would have preferred the cider. I believe Albus confiscated the entire batch this year for himself!), black dragon-skin boots from mum (her Apothecary is doing well). It is, apparently, my year of the Dragon despite the Chinese calendar claiming that this is the year of the Rat. Engaged in a mutual hand job in the loo at The Hog's Head with a stranger (not nearly as satisfying as my encounter with Lupin last year.).
Severus rubbed his hair with a towel as he walked through his quarters naked. It hadn't seemed right to go to bed without showering. He cast a quick warming charm over his sheets and crawled into bed sans nightshirt. The cotton felt deliciously soft and warm against his bare skin. He was becoming quite the hedonist. As he waited for sleep to overtake him, he plotted ways of relieving Albus of stash of hard cider. A password, a few charms and a distraction for Fawkes should do it. Now all he needed to was to work out exactly which ones. Severus turned onto his side. Last year he'd spooned up behind the blasted werewolf for a few hours just like this. Where was Lupin, anyway? How many places were there in the UK for werewolves to hide? He would have to work on that as well. With a slight shiver, he pulled the blanket closer as his mind released his body into sleep.
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January 10, 1985
Received a white-gold quill and a twenty-five year old bottle of Ogden's Finest from Minerva, a gold lame' robe from Albus (only a drag queen could appreciate, perhaps he is hinting that I should consider a career change), an apothecary box filled with twenty-five bottles of various dried plants from Hagrid (they will have to be relabeled of course, his handwriting is abysmal), two quarts of Pomona's famous rutabaga liquor (apparently, I was not old enough for it previously), and two-hundred-fifty galleons each individually wrapped from mum (she must have used a spell or a charm, I will have to ask her about it). I haven't heard a thing about Lupin, asking Albus is not an option. I went to Hogsmeade tonight, but refrained from any intimate encounters.
Severus soaked a long while in his tub; he emerged with his skin shriveled and he was chilled. He pulled his large fluffy dressing gown from the hook and wrapped it around himself. The bottle of Odgen's called to him, but he didn't answer. He didn't want another drink; he wanted a different life. A life where sex wasn't just a once a year consideration, a treat to be had just because he had survived another year. He paced his rooms for a few minutes before sliding into bed. There was no reason to be a maudlin git. He expected to have seven or eight more of these twenty-five year markers. With a sigh, he pulled his blanket over himself purposefully. Sleep was now paramount; he would plan the rest of his life tomorrow.
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January 10, 1986
Received a House Points Ledger and a bottle of single-malt whiskey from Minerva (she says I am going to need them both), dark green robes embroidered with silver snakes from Albus (he promoted me head of Syltherin House today), no gift from Hagrid (he wept because he misplaced the litter of kittens he had for me, I am not ready to be the mad-cat-man at twenty-six so all is well from my point of view), an assortment of fermented jams from Pomona (it appears she thinks I may need a little alcohol at breakfast), a chocolate caramel cake and an international portkey to Greece this summer (I think this is a hint.) Met Lupin and Minerva at Madam Puttifoot's today, they were having tea. Lupin has been studying to be a teacher in the Muggle world (with some success apparently. He has a degree in Ancient Civilizations and has a teaching post for the same while he continues to study for an advanced degree). Currently, he has taken up residence in my bed. I really must be getting back; I can hear him stirring and I should remain the consummate host and see to his every need (Merlin, knows he has seen to mine).
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January 10, 1987
Received a chess set from Minerva (she's tired of Lupin and I borrowing hers), two sets of sheets from Albus- one silk, one Egyptian cotton (his eyes twinkled madly as I accepted them, daft bastard), juniper berries and Peruvian blue potatoes from Hagrid (apparently he has confused Potions Master with house elf), a quart of a new wicked brew from Pomona (she will not disclose the ingredients) along with a quart of the old wicked brew, two portkeys to Italy from mum to visit her (I am not at all certain that she should meet Lupin), and volume seven of Canon Medicinae (I suspect mum in this as well) and a lovely soft cat-o-nine tales from Lupin. A better birthday I cannot remember.
Warm breath moved the hair on his neck and a pair of warmer lips nuzzled his nape.
"Finished?" The deep rough voice asked.
Severus nodded.
"Come back to bed then. It's cold without you." Remus murmured.
Severus snorted. His bed had been cold, but it wasn't any longer. He rose to press himself to the naked werewolf and they shuffled back to bed in an awkwardly erotic dance. There would be no plotting or planning tonight, just companionship and sex and perhaps just a bit of love as well.