On the Fifth Day of Christmas by BertaS
Title: The Twelve Days of Christmas Author: bertas Date Written: December 2011 Pairing: Severus / Harry Rating: G Word Count: 339 Warnings: Excessive fluff Summary: Severus and the other teachers exchange Secret Santa gifts for the 12 days before Christmas. A/N: This one catches me up, I will post one a day now till Christmas. Disclaimer: I own my car, well, when Sissy isn’t using up all my gas anyway.
On the Fifth Day of Christmas
On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me Five golden rings Four calling birds Three French hens Two turtle doves And A partridge in a pear tree
Thursday, December 18, 2003
Severus entered his class room directly after lunch only to discover five golden feathers tied with a red ribbon on his desk. Aware that his seventh year students were watching, he tapped the chalk board with is wand and gave instructions for them to start the potion before reading the tag, ‘Golden kiwis, as rare as your praise, Your Secret Santa’.
Severus frowned a moment before his eyes lifted to survey the class who were all still watching him. “Is there a reason you are all staring at me, instead of attending to your potions?” he asked in that silky growl that usually made his students tremble with fear.
One of his Slytherins answered, “Well Sir, we’ve seen several other teachers get presents this week. But, as far as we can tell, whoever is sending yours, is putting a bit more thought into what you might like than anyone else. I mean almost all of them have gotten gloves, a scarf or a hat as well as chocolates or candies of some sort.”
Severus blinked as he thought back to the three small boxes of chocolates, leather gloves and scarf he had given Potter. The brat hadn’t seemed displeased.
He was a bit ashamed to realize that the students might know more about what his colleagues had received than he did. He had noticed the other teachers receiving gifts, usually in the great hall, which was where he had Potter’s gifts delivered but hadn’t really cared to look that closely. And it had been hard not to notice Minerva’s reaction to the large selection of catnip mice she received in the teacher’s lounge two days ago.
“Indeed. Get to work now.” As class drew to a close he said, “Time is nearly up. Please make sure your work area is clean before you leave. And I want seventeen inches on Golden Kiwi feathers,” he held up his present, “on your return from the holidays.”
When the students groaned, he sneered, “You will thank me when you pass your NEWT’s”