Happy holidays, alisanne! - Holiday Preparations [HP]
Title: Holiday Preparations
Author: angela_snape
Recipient: alisanne
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Summary: Harry goes a little overboard with the Christmas decorations.
Notes: Thanks to L for the beta.
The WWN had been playing nothing but holiday music for weeks, and Harry couldn't be happier. He loved everything about the holiday season: the yuletide songs, the scent of holiday baking filling the house, and fairy lights gaily twinkling from the mantel.
Being his own boss gave Harry the flexibility to take a day off now and then. Since he was caught up on Yuletide broomstick orders, Harry had gone to the Forbidden Forest that afternoon to pick out a fir tree to decorate for the holidays. Now, it stood in the corner of the sitting room. He allowed the branches to settle into place before adding the decorations.
The wards shimmered as Severus returned to their quarters.
"Long day?" Harry called. "I was expecting you an hour ago."
"Dunderheads," grumbled Severus as he came around the corner from their entryway into the sitting room. "Those Hufflepuffs should be exempted from taking Potions beyond second year. They'll only ever need a rudimentary knowledge of the craft to be successful in life."
Harry passed Severus a tumbler of firewhisky - neat - and took his robes, sending them off to the laundry hamper that was reserved for Severus' potion-infused clothing. "Now, you know that occasionally Hufflepuff House produces an Auror or someone else who needs more than a basic knowledge of potions."
"That does not mean that I should have to teach all of them," Severus maintained as he allowed Harry to guide him to the leather wingback chair in front of the fireplace.
"Then perhaps you should take up the Board of Governors' offer. As Headmaster, you wouldn't have to teach unless you wished to," said Harry.
"And who do you propose would teach Potions then?" asked Severus, arching an eyebrow at Harry over the rim of his glass.
"What about Bill Weasley," suggested Harry. "I hear he's looking for a change of scenery since Fleur left him."
"Bill was an acceptable potions student," commented Severus. "That could work."
A few moments passed while Severus finished his firewhisky and Harry fussed with the fairy lights nestled among the pine boughs on the mantel.
"Right," declared Harry. "Now that we've settled that, I think you need to see how I've decorated the bedroom..."
***
Severus set his empty glass down on the coffee table. He stood and followed after Harry. There were candles flickering in sconces along the two longest walls. The headboard had been decked - with sprigs of mistletoe.
"You're very obvious, Harry." Severus chuckled.
"That's one of the things you love about me," said Harry, who'd shucked off his clothes and lay back on the coverlet, legs spread wide and arms cradling his head as he lay back on the pillow. His skin fairly glowed in the candlelight.
"Indeed," said Severus as he stripped off his clothing and joined Harry on the bed.
Author: angela_snape
Recipient: alisanne
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Summary: Harry goes a little overboard with the Christmas decorations.
Notes: Thanks to L for the beta.
The WWN had been playing nothing but holiday music for weeks, and Harry couldn't be happier. He loved everything about the holiday season: the yuletide songs, the scent of holiday baking filling the house, and fairy lights gaily twinkling from the mantel.
Being his own boss gave Harry the flexibility to take a day off now and then. Since he was caught up on Yuletide broomstick orders, Harry had gone to the Forbidden Forest that afternoon to pick out a fir tree to decorate for the holidays. Now, it stood in the corner of the sitting room. He allowed the branches to settle into place before adding the decorations.
The wards shimmered as Severus returned to their quarters.
"Long day?" Harry called. "I was expecting you an hour ago."
"Dunderheads," grumbled Severus as he came around the corner from their entryway into the sitting room. "Those Hufflepuffs should be exempted from taking Potions beyond second year. They'll only ever need a rudimentary knowledge of the craft to be successful in life."
Harry passed Severus a tumbler of firewhisky - neat - and took his robes, sending them off to the laundry hamper that was reserved for Severus' potion-infused clothing. "Now, you know that occasionally Hufflepuff House produces an Auror or someone else who needs more than a basic knowledge of potions."
"That does not mean that I should have to teach all of them," Severus maintained as he allowed Harry to guide him to the leather wingback chair in front of the fireplace.
"Then perhaps you should take up the Board of Governors' offer. As Headmaster, you wouldn't have to teach unless you wished to," said Harry.
"And who do you propose would teach Potions then?" asked Severus, arching an eyebrow at Harry over the rim of his glass.
"What about Bill Weasley," suggested Harry. "I hear he's looking for a change of scenery since Fleur left him."
"Bill was an acceptable potions student," commented Severus. "That could work."
A few moments passed while Severus finished his firewhisky and Harry fussed with the fairy lights nestled among the pine boughs on the mantel.
"Right," declared Harry. "Now that we've settled that, I think you need to see how I've decorated the bedroom..."
***
Severus set his empty glass down on the coffee table. He stood and followed after Harry. There were candles flickering in sconces along the two longest walls. The headboard had been decked - with sprigs of mistletoe.
"You're very obvious, Harry." Severus chuckled.
"That's one of the things you love about me," said Harry, who'd shucked off his clothes and lay back on the coverlet, legs spread wide and arms cradling his head as he lay back on the pillow. His skin fairly glowed in the candlelight.
"Indeed," said Severus as he stripped off his clothing and joined Harry on the bed.