Step 6: Treasure Every Encounter.
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pekelekeTitle: Step 6: Treasure Every Encounter.
Fandom: Harry potter (Snarry)
Characters: Harry Potter, Severus Snape.
Author: pekeleke.
Rating: G.
Word count: 808
Disclaimer: Don't own these characters. No money is being made out of this work.
A/N: Unbetaed. Written for the adventdrabbles (DW,LJ, IJ) 2014 prompt 13: Ugly Sweater Party, prompt 14: Snow Angels, prompt 15: Christmas Duck, prompt 16: Santa's lap.
A/N2: This is the next part of my In Love And War Series.
Summary: That's how Potter found him, dusted in powdery white from hatless head to booted feet.
Step 6: Treasure Every Encounter.
Severus was a mass of nerves by the time he returned to his chambers. He alternated between regretting his decision to stay and help with the staff's decoration endeavors and feeling unreasonably proud of himself for having done so.
Potter had left him at the top of the stairs with the excuse of needing to shower before delivering the promised bribery of cookies to his lab. Severus had bid him goodbye and ambled down the stairs thoughtfully, wondering what the hell he was getting into and if he was in any way prepared to deal with the repercussions of his own foolishness.
He showered in record time and dithered for ages in front of his wardrobe, eyeing one black outfit after another with the kind of trepidation he hadn't felt in decades.
“You are behaving like an idiot. Potter doesn't care about you in that way. He's the overly friendly sort, that's all.” The stern, if depressing, reminder helped him settle on his typical brewing robes and he walked out of his chambers to find the eldest Slytherin student among the ones who'd stayed for the holidays pacing outside his door.
“How may I help you, Mr. Walters?” He inquired and was pleasantly surprised to be invited to spend the rest of the evening making snow angels with his students in the dungeons' private courtyard. Refusing such hopefully extended invitation didn't even cross his mind, so he resigned himself to freezing his butt on the icy ground for the sake of the children.
Time ran away from him as he re-learned the art of throwing himself in the snow and thrashing about gracelessly, seeking no more recompense than to hear his young snakes laugh. Potter found him there, dusted in powdered white from hatless head to booted feet, eating Christmas duck sandwiches out of a hamper he'd requested from the kitchens and listening to the kids describing the hilarious costumes the Hufflepuffs had worn to their annual Ugly Sweater Party and asking questions about the weird muggle 'tradition' of sitting on Santa's lap that someone had told them about.
“Here you are... I was starting to fear the castle had managed to misplace every single Slytherin under its roof.” Potter said as he came into the courtyard, folding the old piece of parchment he'd been carrying and storing it safely inside his robe pocket.
“We aren't doing anything wrong, professor Potter. We have professor Snape's permission to be here, see? He's sitting with us.”
Potter smiled easily and ruffled young Miss Elliot's hair.
“Of course you weren't doing anything wrong, but I was getting lonely all by myself. I came down to share these cookies with professor Snape and, when I couldn't find him, I started to worry about having to head back to my quarters and eat them all by myself. They are terrible for the figure, you know?”
“That's only for the grown-ups. Mom says kids' meti-bi-lism allows us to have more cookies than her because we're growing.” Potter had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing. His eyes danced with mirth as he watched the children's eager interest in the tin he held out for their inspection and Severus eyed him curiously, certain that he'd enlarged it with a non-verbal spell.
“I'll share my cookies with you if you let me have a sandwich or two. I'm so famished I could eat a dragon.“
“Your robes are not nearly messy enough to join our sandwich club, Potter. You'll have to dive into the snow and make a snow angel or two before we allow you in.”
Delighted laughter filled the little courtyard with the sound of merry children as they stared, wide-eyed, at Potter, waiting to see how the head of the Gryffindor House would respond to the challenge issued by their own head of house. Severus held his breath, wondering if he'd overstepped his boundaries for the youngsters' benefit and braced himself for the sharp rebuff he would probably receive.
Potter grinned from ear to ear, though, and his smile shone with such joy that Severus felt its brightness warm him clear to the bone.
“I'll dive in the snow if you dive in with me, professor. It's time we find out which head of house makes the best snow angel in Hogwarts. I'm pretty sure it'll be me!”
“Prepare to be disappointed then.” Severus growled, sparking a chorus of enthusiastic agreement from his ruffled snakes.
“Get him, sir. Get him! Then we'll eat all his cookies while he rues the day he challenged us!”
"You are on, Potter." He whispered as his colleague jumped head first into the nearest snowbank and didn't realize the bloody brat had heard him until his oddly fervent response reached his ears:
“I hope so, Severus. Gosh! I sincerely hope so.”
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Date: 2014-12-17 04:02 am (UTC)Pleased Harry and Sev heard each other, maybe a bit more action than snow angels for the guys?
Good work.
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Date: 2014-12-17 05:41 pm (UTC)So heartwarming. *happy sigh*
And it looks like Harry is prepared to keep up with Severus' every step. ;)
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