bertas (bertas) wrote in severus_sighs, @ 2011-12-25 15:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | drabble, member: bertas, pairing: severus/harry, rating: g |
On the Twelfth Day of Christmas by BertaS
Title: The Twelve Days of Christmas
Author: bertas
Date Written: December 2011
Pairing: Severus / Harry
Rating: G
Word Count: 605
Warnings: Excessive fluff
Summary: Severus and the other teachers exchange Secret Santa gifts for the 12 days before Christmas.
A/N: Well, here it is Christmas day and I want to say, “Happy Christmas to all.” I also want to apologize for the lack of smut; the boys just didn’t want to cooperate.
Disclaimer: I wouldn’t know what to do with all this stuff if my true love gave it to me.
On the Twelfth Day of Christmas
On the Twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Twelve Drummers Drumming
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
Thursday, December 25, 2003
Christmas morning Severus found his presents, not on the end of his bed where they normally were, but surrounding his new bonsai tree. There were four of them, just as usual. He frowned thinking that maybe there would have been one extra this year as in addition to Minerva, Filius, Pomona and Lucius he did have his Secret Santa.
Shortly after he finished his shower, Severus was surprised to have someone knock on his door. All his Slytherins had gone home for the holidays so he knew it wasn’t a student, and opened the door cautiously.
Severus growled, “What do you want?” when he found Harry Potter on the other side of the door.
Harry held a box in his hands and said, “Happy Christmas!” He grinned. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”
Frowning Severus held out his hand for what was obviously a gift from the idiot. Harry handed it to him and Severus snorted but stepped aside so Potter could enter. The idiot obviously intended to watch as he opened his gift.
Severus pulled his wand and waved it over the package several times before glaring at the young man. “If this explodes…” he left the threat hang between them.
Harry’s grin widened. “None of the others have, have they?” His eyes flicked to the fireplace and the crystal vials still displayed on the mantle.
Looking the same direction the boy had Severus’ frown deepened before he looked at the package in his hand. The paper was the same silver paper his sixth present was wrapped in and the tag had a picture of a drummer on the front. Inside it was written, ‘All your dreams if you let me, your Secret Santa’
He looked at the boy curiously as he said, “You?”
Harry chuckled, “Open your present Severus.”
Shrugging slightly Severus tore the paper off and opened the box. He almost laughed when he found a hat, gloves and scarf, each black with green trim. He had to smirk as he drew his wand and summoned the present he had prepared for the idiot.
Harry looked surprised when Severus handed his a small vial of cobalt blue potion. Severus smirked, “It would appear, we drew each other’s name.”
Harry pushed his glasses up and squinted at the label before looking back at the Potions Master. “This is… Does this do what I think it does?”
Severus snorted, “As its name implies, Mister Potter, it will repair your eye sight. Frankly I don’t understand your continued insistence on wearing those horrid glasses when it is a relative simple thing to fix.” He reached out and stopped Harry from opening and drinking the potion right away. “This evening, after you darken the room, you will drink the entire vial and go to sleep. Let me reiterate Potter, do not take this in a lighted room and do sleep as quickly as possible after. Have I made myself plainly understood?”
Harry nodded and slipped the vial into his pocket. He then stepped closer to the older man and slid one arm around his waist. Severus stiffened a bit but did not pull away, curious to see what the younger man would do. Harry’s other hand slid up Severus’s chest and around his shoulders. He whispered, “Thank you, for all my presents.” as his stretched up the couple inches required to press his lips to those of the Potions Master.
Severus couldn’t help the low moan that escaped as his mouth opened to the young man and his hands came up to hold him close. When they finally drew apart Severus whispered, “Happy Christmas Harry.”
The End