Christmas Cheer- Chatper 1
Title- Christmas Cheer
Chapter- 1
Pairing- Snape/Harry 'Snarry' (Harry Potter)
Setting- Year 6
POV- Harry
Story Status- Finished
Disclaimer- I do NOT own anything, nor am I making any money off of this. I'm just simply writing a story for fun here.
"Where are you going at seven o'clock in the morning?" Ron catches me as I'm about to leave Gryffindor Tower.
Stopping in my tracks, I turn around, "Nowhere," I try to sound casual.
Ron walks towards me, knowing better than to believe that. "Uh-huh," he says, "that's why I can hear your money jingling in your pants pocket, right; because you're going nowhere?"
I touch my pants pocket as if to hide the evidence. I really need to get a wallet. "Fine, I was going to Hogsmeade."
"Oh, is that all?" Ron looks disappointed.
What was he expecting, a trip to Knockturn Alley to buy something illegal? A light bulb goes off in Ron's head, "Hold on," he says, "let me go get my money so I can go with you. I still need to get my mum, and Hermione a Christmas present."
I suddenly feel a bit nervous. Without giving me much time to react, Ron walks towards the bedroom, leaving me by the door trying to figure out a way to do this without him knowing, then comes back before I can work out a plan. "well, let's go then," Ron smiles as he buttons up his coat.
On the way to the mall in the heart of Hogsmeade, Ron talks about how he can't decide what to get Hermione. We look in all the stores that look as if it's directed more towards females. At first, Ron wanted to get Hermione a nice dress, but decided against it in case he got her the wrong size. That would certainly put on a nice little show for everyone. After what seems like an eternity, he decides on a little music box. It's quite lovely, actually. It's black with pink around the edges, and a pink crescent moon on the lid. When opened, it reveals a witch sitting on a crescent moon as she smiles at the space all around her; glittering stars on the inside of the lid.
We look around a bit more, trying to find a gift for Mrs. Weasley. Ron picks out a pink coffee mug with #1 Witch written on it in black. "Okay, Harry," Ron turns towards me, after paying for his gifts "your turn."
"Right," I walk out of the store, and stand in the middle of the way, not quite sure where to go.
"So what did you come here for anyway, Harry?" Ron is standing next to me.
"A Christmas present, of course. So, uh, you can't come with me."
"And, why not?"
"Because, uh, it's for you."
Ron gives me a look of disbelief. "Knowing you all these years, I've gotten good at being able to tell when you're lying; and you, my friend, are lying."
"Hermione," I try.
Another look of disbelief. "Hagrid," I try again.
"Harry," Ron give me an impatient look, "out with it. Who is this mystery person you're buying a present for?"
I stand there for a moment. "Don't worry about it," I try to walk off, but I'm pulled right back.
Ron pins me with a tell-me-now-or-I-swear-I'll-curse-you-right-here-right-now look. I look down at the floor, and mumble my answer. "I didn't quite catch that." I can tell Ron is starting to get more than just a little annoyed.
I look him in the eye. "I said, Snape! Happy?" I'm suddenly quite embarrassed.
Shocked, Ron studies my face for any sign of dishonesty. When he can't find one, he pulls me onto a nearby bench. "Snape?! Are you serious?"
"Yes."
"What on Earth possessed you to do such a thing? Dumbledore, I can understand. I can even understand Professor McGonagall. But, Snape?
"Oh come on, you noticed how he acts around Christmas time haven't you?"
Ron shakes his head, so I continue, "He always looks so sad. Lonely. Haven't you noticed that around this time of year he barely takes off points, even from Gryffindor? Once, I said something about his class being stupid, just to see, and all I got was a death stare."
Ron shrugs, "So maybe he is a bit depressed around Christmas. Doesn't mean you have to go and get him a present."
"I can't help it if I'm full of the Christmas spirit."
Ron rolls his eyes, and sighs. I get up, and start walking passed the store we just came out of, certain there wouldn't be anything in there for him. Ron's question "What on Earth possessed you to do such a thing?" is stuck in my mind. I honestly can't answer that. Maybe I feel guilty that every year, since my second year, I've always gotten the whole staff, except Snape, a little something for Christmas. Of course I've never given a staff member a gift right in front of the other staff members, but now, for the first time, I feel bad about it. I don't know what brought it on all of a sudden since I never have before, considering the fact that Snape hates me. However, since the beginning of the year, I've begun to hate Snape less, and less each day. I've noticed a bit of a change in him as well. He isn't as hard on me this year, and on occasion, he's even praised me, in a subtle way of course, on some of my work. I think he might actually be starting to like me in some way. I think I might like him, too.
A month ago, I had a dream about him. He invited me to his quarters for dinner. We talked, and laughed; we were getting along. Then, for what seemes like forever, we stared into each other's eyes. Without thinking, I leaned in, and he did as well; both of us closing our eyes. Then, I woke up. The next day in class, I couldn't stop watching him, and since then I can't stop thinking about him. My eyes widen as I come to a realization. Oh. My. God. I have a crush. On Snape. "How about this one?" Ron points to a store, distracting me from my thoughts.
"Sure," I follow him in.
We look around, trying to find something Snape might like. Ron picks up a coffee mug with white writing on it. "How about this?"
I take the mug from him, looking down at it. "Number one Goblin?"
"Yeah," Ron laughs, "fits him don't, you think?"
"Ha. Ha," now it's my turn to pin him with an angry stare.
"Maybe a nice case for his wand?" Ron suggests.
That's actually not a bad idea. We walk over to a corner to find some, but the wand cases they have don't fit Snape at all. Most of them are decorated with glitter or jewels. The only plain one is bright white. Okay so maybe not a wand case, then. A cloak? No, he has hundreds of those. A cheesy mug that says #1 Wizard ? God, no. A scarf? Yeah, a scarf. His is all worn out with some holes in it. I walk over to the scarves to pick one out. Luckily, they're not decorated in glitter or jewels. I look at the darker colors to find a nice black one with bright, but dark, blue around the edges. I pick it up, and am relieved to see that it's the perfect length. I take it to the lady at the counter, who takes it from me and smiles. "Care to personalize it, Dear?"
I give her a questioning look. "Have something written on it," she explains, "it costs a bit more, but if you do, you get to choose a pair of gloves for free.
I think for a moment, "Yeah, okay."
"What would you think it to say?"
I point to a place a little bit above the end of the scarf, "Just two S's is all, please."
She smiles, and lays out some gloves in front of me while she flicks her wand about the scarf. I grab a pair of nice looking black gloves, feeling excited about the whole thing. When she's done, the woman puts the scarf in a package along with the gloves I've picked out. I manage to take a look at the scarf before she closes the lid to the box. The two S's are noticeable, but not too big, and are the same blue color that's around the edges. After I pay for the woman, Ron and I head back to school.
When we get back to Gryffindor Tower, I go straight up to my room where I spend the rest of the day wrapping all of the presents I have gotten for everyone, saving Snape's for last. I can hear both Ron and Hermione discussing my buying Snape a present. Luckily, nobody else in in the common room, so I don't care. As I lay in bed that night, I close my eyes only to have the same dream about Snape I had a month ago; only this time, we kiss. A soft, yet deep kiss. I wake up the next morning feeling giddy.
( Chapter Two)
Chapter- 1
Pairing- Snape/Harry 'Snarry' (Harry Potter)
Setting- Year 6
POV- Harry
Story Status- Finished
Disclaimer- I do NOT own anything, nor am I making any money off of this. I'm just simply writing a story for fun here.
"Where are you going at seven o'clock in the morning?" Ron catches me as I'm about to leave Gryffindor Tower.
Stopping in my tracks, I turn around, "Nowhere," I try to sound casual.
Ron walks towards me, knowing better than to believe that. "Uh-huh," he says, "that's why I can hear your money jingling in your pants pocket, right; because you're going nowhere?"
I touch my pants pocket as if to hide the evidence. I really need to get a wallet. "Fine, I was going to Hogsmeade."
"Oh, is that all?" Ron looks disappointed.
What was he expecting, a trip to Knockturn Alley to buy something illegal? A light bulb goes off in Ron's head, "Hold on," he says, "let me go get my money so I can go with you. I still need to get my mum, and Hermione a Christmas present."
I suddenly feel a bit nervous. Without giving me much time to react, Ron walks towards the bedroom, leaving me by the door trying to figure out a way to do this without him knowing, then comes back before I can work out a plan. "well, let's go then," Ron smiles as he buttons up his coat.
On the way to the mall in the heart of Hogsmeade, Ron talks about how he can't decide what to get Hermione. We look in all the stores that look as if it's directed more towards females. At first, Ron wanted to get Hermione a nice dress, but decided against it in case he got her the wrong size. That would certainly put on a nice little show for everyone. After what seems like an eternity, he decides on a little music box. It's quite lovely, actually. It's black with pink around the edges, and a pink crescent moon on the lid. When opened, it reveals a witch sitting on a crescent moon as she smiles at the space all around her; glittering stars on the inside of the lid.
We look around a bit more, trying to find a gift for Mrs. Weasley. Ron picks out a pink coffee mug with #1 Witch written on it in black. "Okay, Harry," Ron turns towards me, after paying for his gifts "your turn."
"Right," I walk out of the store, and stand in the middle of the way, not quite sure where to go.
"So what did you come here for anyway, Harry?" Ron is standing next to me.
"A Christmas present, of course. So, uh, you can't come with me."
"And, why not?"
"Because, uh, it's for you."
Ron gives me a look of disbelief. "Knowing you all these years, I've gotten good at being able to tell when you're lying; and you, my friend, are lying."
"Hermione," I try.
Another look of disbelief. "Hagrid," I try again.
"Harry," Ron give me an impatient look, "out with it. Who is this mystery person you're buying a present for?"
I stand there for a moment. "Don't worry about it," I try to walk off, but I'm pulled right back.
Ron pins me with a tell-me-now-or-I-swear-I'll-curse-you-right-here-right-now look. I look down at the floor, and mumble my answer. "I didn't quite catch that." I can tell Ron is starting to get more than just a little annoyed.
I look him in the eye. "I said, Snape! Happy?" I'm suddenly quite embarrassed.
Shocked, Ron studies my face for any sign of dishonesty. When he can't find one, he pulls me onto a nearby bench. "Snape?! Are you serious?"
"Yes."
"What on Earth possessed you to do such a thing? Dumbledore, I can understand. I can even understand Professor McGonagall. But, Snape?
"Oh come on, you noticed how he acts around Christmas time haven't you?"
Ron shakes his head, so I continue, "He always looks so sad. Lonely. Haven't you noticed that around this time of year he barely takes off points, even from Gryffindor? Once, I said something about his class being stupid, just to see, and all I got was a death stare."
Ron shrugs, "So maybe he is a bit depressed around Christmas. Doesn't mean you have to go and get him a present."
"I can't help it if I'm full of the Christmas spirit."
Ron rolls his eyes, and sighs. I get up, and start walking passed the store we just came out of, certain there wouldn't be anything in there for him. Ron's question "What on Earth possessed you to do such a thing?" is stuck in my mind. I honestly can't answer that. Maybe I feel guilty that every year, since my second year, I've always gotten the whole staff, except Snape, a little something for Christmas. Of course I've never given a staff member a gift right in front of the other staff members, but now, for the first time, I feel bad about it. I don't know what brought it on all of a sudden since I never have before, considering the fact that Snape hates me. However, since the beginning of the year, I've begun to hate Snape less, and less each day. I've noticed a bit of a change in him as well. He isn't as hard on me this year, and on occasion, he's even praised me, in a subtle way of course, on some of my work. I think he might actually be starting to like me in some way. I think I might like him, too.
A month ago, I had a dream about him. He invited me to his quarters for dinner. We talked, and laughed; we were getting along. Then, for what seemes like forever, we stared into each other's eyes. Without thinking, I leaned in, and he did as well; both of us closing our eyes. Then, I woke up. The next day in class, I couldn't stop watching him, and since then I can't stop thinking about him. My eyes widen as I come to a realization. Oh. My. God. I have a crush. On Snape. "How about this one?" Ron points to a store, distracting me from my thoughts.
"Sure," I follow him in.
We look around, trying to find something Snape might like. Ron picks up a coffee mug with white writing on it. "How about this?"
I take the mug from him, looking down at it. "Number one Goblin?"
"Yeah," Ron laughs, "fits him don't, you think?"
"Ha. Ha," now it's my turn to pin him with an angry stare.
"Maybe a nice case for his wand?" Ron suggests.
That's actually not a bad idea. We walk over to a corner to find some, but the wand cases they have don't fit Snape at all. Most of them are decorated with glitter or jewels. The only plain one is bright white. Okay so maybe not a wand case, then. A cloak? No, he has hundreds of those. A cheesy mug that says #1 Wizard ? God, no. A scarf? Yeah, a scarf. His is all worn out with some holes in it. I walk over to the scarves to pick one out. Luckily, they're not decorated in glitter or jewels. I look at the darker colors to find a nice black one with bright, but dark, blue around the edges. I pick it up, and am relieved to see that it's the perfect length. I take it to the lady at the counter, who takes it from me and smiles. "Care to personalize it, Dear?"
I give her a questioning look. "Have something written on it," she explains, "it costs a bit more, but if you do, you get to choose a pair of gloves for free.
I think for a moment, "Yeah, okay."
"What would you think it to say?"
I point to a place a little bit above the end of the scarf, "Just two S's is all, please."
She smiles, and lays out some gloves in front of me while she flicks her wand about the scarf. I grab a pair of nice looking black gloves, feeling excited about the whole thing. When she's done, the woman puts the scarf in a package along with the gloves I've picked out. I manage to take a look at the scarf before she closes the lid to the box. The two S's are noticeable, but not too big, and are the same blue color that's around the edges. After I pay for the woman, Ron and I head back to school.
When we get back to Gryffindor Tower, I go straight up to my room where I spend the rest of the day wrapping all of the presents I have gotten for everyone, saving Snape's for last. I can hear both Ron and Hermione discussing my buying Snape a present. Luckily, nobody else in in the common room, so I don't care. As I lay in bed that night, I close my eyes only to have the same dream about Snape I had a month ago; only this time, we kiss. A soft, yet deep kiss. I wake up the next morning feeling giddy.
( Chapter Two)