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On the Eleventh Day of Christmas by BertaS
Title: The Twelve Days of Christmas
Author: bertas
Date Written: December 2011
Pairing: Severus / Harry
Rating: G
Word Count: 384
Warnings: Excessive fluff
Summary: Severus and the other teachers exchange Secret Santa gifts for the 12 days before Christmas.
A/N: Happy Christmas. Only one more to go now. I had to look around on the inter-webs to find another venomous snake, you can imagine my surprise to realize that boomslang is a real snake, and a very pretty one too.
Disclaimer: Never fry bacon naked, and never think this is mine. :)


On the Eleventh Day of Christmas

On the Eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Eleven Pipers Piping
Ten Lords a Leaping
Nine Ladies Dancing
Eight maids a Milking
Seven Swans a Swimming
Six Geese a Laying
Five golden rings
Four calling birds
Three French hens
Two turtle doves
And
A partridge in a pear tree

Wednesday, December 24, 2003


Severus slipped into the teacher’s lounge well after the others had all arrived. He had lost track of time and still had not finished cataloging and properly storing all the things he had found in his lab the morning before. Nor had he been able to do any of the brewing he had wanted. Not that he was terribly displeased. Apprehensive, maybe, as to what his Secret Santa might demand as payment for such extravagant gifts, but on the whole pleased with the gifts themselves.

As luck would have it the first person to notice him was Potter, who was wearing a Santa hat and shoved a cup of pale off white, somewhat yellowish and viscous something smelling of alcohol into his hand as he called out, “Okay, Snape’s here, can we hand out presents now?”

When Severus sneered at the cup, the brat had the temerity to snatch it out of his hand take a sip and hand it back as he said, “Eggnog, not poison.”

The boy then practically dove under the tree and started shouting out names as he levitated packages to various people all the while shouting for everyone to wait to open them.

Severus stiffened as a large chest flew toward him, not as large as a student trunk and shaped more like a sea chest that evoked a feeling of pirates. It landed gently at his feet. The tag had his name and a picture of a man playing a pipe. Inside it said, ‘For your Pleasure, Your Secret Santa’.

Severus grunted slightly as he lifted the lid to reveal what appeared to be the remainder of a set of twelve snake shaped crystal vials, each as exquisite as those he had already received.

Hooch looking over his shoulder snorted, “Too bad there seems to be some missing.”

Severus smirked as he lifted a brilliant blue green, almost turquoise colored, crystal vial to examine it closer, “They are not missing. I received them as individual gifts.” He tipped the crystal up to see the label and a true smile flitted across his lips as he read, “Venom – Boomslang – 3.07 oz.”

He failed to notice that most of the others had only received what could be considered tokens, inexpensive and unremarkable. He did however catch Potter’s smile as he opened his present.