A birthday present...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SEVERITY_SOFTLY
The lovely, radiant, witty, amazing severity_softly turns 27 today! (Well tomorrow on in my time zone... but today in hers.)
Here is your gift fic, my love. I have no idea where the bunny came from... so I hope you like it! I was uber lame, too, and used the prompt as the title.
Secrets
“Did you really think you could keep this from me?”
Severus turned from the bookcase in his library, where he was scouring the shelves for the book he needed. For some reason, he couldn’t find it, and it was driving him crazy. The sudden interruption wasn’t helping his mood.
“What?”
“Don’t get me wrong, Severus. You are a master at keeping secrets. But you had to know I’d find out.”
Severus’ patience was wearing thin. He turned back to the bookcase and said, “Either get to the point or get out of my library, Regulus. I’m working.”
“I know what today is,” was the response, an obvious attempt to not get to the point. Severus racked his brain. What was it, the eighth or the ninth?
When Severus didn’t answer, Regulus spoke up again. Severus could hear his voice closer than it was before.
“January ninth, Severus.” Suddenly, he remembered. Regulus’ voice came even closer. “Your birthday.”
Keeping his voice even and stoic, he asked, “How did you find out?”
“That’s my secret.” Regulus’ hand touched his shoulder and turned him slowly around. Severus saw the large, wicked grin on his face.
“I don’t celebrate my birthday,” he declared.
“You do now,” Regulus replied, stepping forward and pressing Severus’ body against the bookcase in one swift movement.
The lovely, radiant, witty, amazing severity_softly turns 27 today! (Well tomorrow on in my time zone... but today in hers.)
Here is your gift fic, my love. I have no idea where the bunny came from... so I hope you like it! I was uber lame, too, and used the prompt as the title.
Secrets
“Did you really think you could keep this from me?”
Severus turned from the bookcase in his library, where he was scouring the shelves for the book he needed. For some reason, he couldn’t find it, and it was driving him crazy. The sudden interruption wasn’t helping his mood.
“What?”
“Don’t get me wrong, Severus. You are a master at keeping secrets. But you had to know I’d find out.”
Severus’ patience was wearing thin. He turned back to the bookcase and said, “Either get to the point or get out of my library, Regulus. I’m working.”
“I know what today is,” was the response, an obvious attempt to not get to the point. Severus racked his brain. What was it, the eighth or the ninth?
When Severus didn’t answer, Regulus spoke up again. Severus could hear his voice closer than it was before.
“January ninth, Severus.” Suddenly, he remembered. Regulus’ voice came even closer. “Your birthday.”
Keeping his voice even and stoic, he asked, “How did you find out?”
“That’s my secret.” Regulus’ hand touched his shoulder and turned him slowly around. Severus saw the large, wicked grin on his face.
“I don’t celebrate my birthday,” he declared.
“You do now,” Regulus replied, stepping forward and pressing Severus’ body against the bookcase in one swift movement.