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starduchessTitle: Twelve Days After Christmas - parts 7 - 12
Author: starduchess
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200 each (except last one is 400 !!!)
Warnings: fluff and romance
Summary: A year after Harry cures Snape's blindness, Snape begins courting Harry. Sequel to drabble series "To Light".
Harry slept in late and only woke with insistent tapping on the window. He smiled at another letter from Snape.
“Severus, I’ll meet you for a picnic, but do you mind if I change the location?”
“As long as it does not involve large assortments of individuals, I am amenable.”
Harry grinned. “Okay. I’ll see you in thirty minutes.”
Harry apparated them to Godric’s Hollow. “I visit my parents’ graves each year and thought you might like to come. There’s a large pond just past the village where we can eat.”
The two made their stop by the Potters, then continued on. “Look, there’s a family of swans on the pond. They look so peaceful.”
Snape noticed Harry’s longing stare. “You wish for family, yet you stay away from dating.”
“I never feel right connecting with other people on a romantic level.” He smiled a little self-deprecatingly. “I guess we have that in common.”
Snape sneered at him. “If you wish to remain celibate, please inform me now.”
Harry’s eyebrows lowered in confusion. “I didn’t mean it like that. I’ve just not had much experience, so it’s awkward for me.”
Snape calmed down and they proceeded to enjoy their lunch.
---
Harry spent the next morning pleasantly humming to himself while revising his Wizengamot speech. At midday he received a firecall from Minerva, who asked him to floo through.
“Poppy came to me with some wild story about new magical healing, and that she’d seen it before from Severus’ time.”
“That’s a new field of medi-wizardry. I’ll be presenting some findings in two days.”
“Yes, I’m quite interested and wondering if it would help plants in the same way,” said Pomona as she came up alongside them, followed by Sinistra and Rolanda.
“Yes, do tell. How did you land a healing career?”
“And Poppy mentioned it had to do with Snape?”
Poppy appeared at their side. “Is it true you healed Severus with these new methods? That man. So stubborn and reclusive.”
“He brings shadows in the light of day, but what of your stars at night?” asked Sybil as she joined them.
“Ladies, please. I’ll explain it all in a moment.”
Later that evening he flooed Snape. “They wouldn’t quit pestering me.”
“Fending off inquiries from Molly lasted me a good hour as well, not to mention the hex I sent Rita Skeeter’s way. Interested in a libation?”
“Yes, please.”
---
Harry didn’t expect a call from Snape early the next morning as he’d spent a long evening there the night before. “Severus? Is something wrong?”
“No, I’m merely informing you I’ve arranged tickets to Malfoy’s Midwinter Ball.”
Harry blinked. “Isn’t that tonight? I’ll be ready at six.”
At half past eight, Snape escorted Harry to Malfoy Manor. Draco had done wonders for the Malfoy name after the war and this was the height of society.
“Wow, everyone’s here! There’s Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Neville over there. Luna looks like she’s doing her usual solo dancing. The Greengrass sisters are conspiring with Draco, while Pansy, Blaise and Millicent are looking murderous at the crowd. Hannah’s running the catering, and Susan is making a name for herself in the Ministry. I should probably go say hi.”
Snape stiffened. “And leave me to wallow alone on the sidelines?”
Harry rolled his eyes. “There’s no need to ‘wallow,’ Severus. You can make friends. Just go talk to people.”
Snape gritted his teeth. “I do not socialize!”
“And yet you’re here with me.”
“Not for long, apparently.” With a swish of his robes, Snape stormed off, leaving Harry to the mercies of the guests.
---
“... And now Harry Potter presents his alternative medi-wizardry.” Many of the Wizengamot whispered as he stepped onto the floor.
Harry plastered a smile on his face as he was still miffed at Snape for abandoning him last night. “Thank you.” He talked about their findings and case studies before someone spoke up.
“This does appear useful, but how did you come up with it?”
“I saw this dark curse during the war countered by a form of chanting. During my healing apprenticeship, I mentioned it and we began researching it.”
“What was the curse?” one said. “Who did the chanting?” another asked.
“It was me,” said Snape walking into the courtroom.
Many of the members leapt to their feet; others shouted in outrage. It took minutes for things to settle down and then Snape gave his speech, all while Harry stood there, shocked.
Harry then gave a more detailed account of their testing methods. He even got to use Snape’s own blindness and subsequent healing as proof. The end result was a favorable vote for using the new method amongst the greater population.
Afterward, Harry tried to find Snape to thank him, but the man had vanished without a word.
---
After brooding all morning, Harry finally went to talk to Snape.
“Not so busy winning fans to come visit?” Snape sneered.
“Look, I don’t get how you could be mad at me for being social at a party you invited me to. And then you ran off yesterday without a word. I wanted to thank you for coming. Your presence helped a lot.”
“Is it too much to risk extending feelings beyond friendship with these invitations?”
Harry blinked. “Oh.”
His eyebrows drew into a scowl. “If it’s not obvious, then forget it, Potter.”
Harry reached out. “No, wait. It’s obvious; I’m just clueless, you know?” Snape stared at him until he fidgeted. “Would you like to spend this evening with me?”
Snape sighed. “Yes. But I had planned on seeing the Wicked Winds tonight.”
“Who?”
“Really, Harry, you live under a rock. They are an orchestral group with two each flute, piccolo, clarinet, oboe, and bassoon, and one bagpipe player. Highly recommended. But if you do not wish to spend time with me ….”
“Of course I’ll go! Just let me change, okay?”
Snape merely nodded.
A lovely evening was made better by the look of want in Snape’s seeing eyes.
---
Harry and Snape walked in together to the Ministry of Magic’s annual Twelve Night Ball. Each looked their best in brocade and velvet, Snape in deep purple and Harry in emerald green as befitted the season.
The entrance hallway was lined with twelve drummers all standing at attention like nutcrackers and drumming for each guest as they walked by. This opened up into a festive ballroom decorated with garlands of green, gold, and purple. A string quartet was playing softly in one corner.
They ate and drank, they danced, and they mingled. Harry was having a wonderful time, soaking up the joy of being back in the Wizarding world and, more importantly, in Snape’s company.
“This is nice, Severus. Thank you for urging me to come,” he said. “With you,” he added for emphasis.
Unfortunately, reporters finally accosted him. “Harry Potter, congratulations on your Wizengamot vote. What more can you tell us about your medi-wizardry?” “Mister Potter, can you confirm the rumor that you and Snape are together?” Before more could be asked, the reporters were flung across the room by a blast of magic.
“I want to know where you got that information,” Harry said, his hands tight into fists and his golden rings glowing with restrained power.
The reporters gulped and one brave soul said, “The Delacour woman was talking all about it.”
Fleur or Gabrielle, it had to be! Oh, he would get them for their indiscretion. They never much cared for privacy.
“Well, let me just say that Snape and I have worked together on the alternative medi-wizardry and I’m pleased with the results. Now, please, leave me alone!” Fuming, Harry turned around and stalked off.
Snape hurried behind him. “The press is persistent. Let us go someplace more private.” Snape apparated them to a park shining with fairy lights all in the trees.
“Oh, this is beautiful!” Harry twirled around, taking in the peaceful atmosphere.
“Harry James Potter, I would like for you to accept my formal proposal of courtship, marriage, and family.”
Harry gaped at him. “Family?”
“There are potions for male fertility, if you wish it.”
Harry smiled and flung himself into Snape’s arms. “Yes, yes! Oh, a thousand times, yes. But, we haven’t even kissed yet.”
“Clueless Harry, that’s for after your acceptance.”
Harry smiled even bigger. “Then yes! And now please.”
And they locked lips in a tight, welcoming, loving embrace.
--
Author: starduchess
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200 each (except last one is 400 !!!)
Warnings: fluff and romance
Summary: A year after Harry cures Snape's blindness, Snape begins courting Harry. Sequel to drabble series "To Light".
Harry slept in late and only woke with insistent tapping on the window. He smiled at another letter from Snape.
“Severus, I’ll meet you for a picnic, but do you mind if I change the location?”
“As long as it does not involve large assortments of individuals, I am amenable.”
Harry grinned. “Okay. I’ll see you in thirty minutes.”
Harry apparated them to Godric’s Hollow. “I visit my parents’ graves each year and thought you might like to come. There’s a large pond just past the village where we can eat.”
The two made their stop by the Potters, then continued on. “Look, there’s a family of swans on the pond. They look so peaceful.”
Snape noticed Harry’s longing stare. “You wish for family, yet you stay away from dating.”
“I never feel right connecting with other people on a romantic level.” He smiled a little self-deprecatingly. “I guess we have that in common.”
Snape sneered at him. “If you wish to remain celibate, please inform me now.”
Harry’s eyebrows lowered in confusion. “I didn’t mean it like that. I’ve just not had much experience, so it’s awkward for me.”
Snape calmed down and they proceeded to enjoy their lunch.
---
Harry spent the next morning pleasantly humming to himself while revising his Wizengamot speech. At midday he received a firecall from Minerva, who asked him to floo through.
“Poppy came to me with some wild story about new magical healing, and that she’d seen it before from Severus’ time.”
“That’s a new field of medi-wizardry. I’ll be presenting some findings in two days.”
“Yes, I’m quite interested and wondering if it would help plants in the same way,” said Pomona as she came up alongside them, followed by Sinistra and Rolanda.
“Yes, do tell. How did you land a healing career?”
“And Poppy mentioned it had to do with Snape?”
Poppy appeared at their side. “Is it true you healed Severus with these new methods? That man. So stubborn and reclusive.”
“He brings shadows in the light of day, but what of your stars at night?” asked Sybil as she joined them.
“Ladies, please. I’ll explain it all in a moment.”
Later that evening he flooed Snape. “They wouldn’t quit pestering me.”
“Fending off inquiries from Molly lasted me a good hour as well, not to mention the hex I sent Rita Skeeter’s way. Interested in a libation?”
“Yes, please.”
---
Harry didn’t expect a call from Snape early the next morning as he’d spent a long evening there the night before. “Severus? Is something wrong?”
“No, I’m merely informing you I’ve arranged tickets to Malfoy’s Midwinter Ball.”
Harry blinked. “Isn’t that tonight? I’ll be ready at six.”
At half past eight, Snape escorted Harry to Malfoy Manor. Draco had done wonders for the Malfoy name after the war and this was the height of society.
“Wow, everyone’s here! There’s Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Neville over there. Luna looks like she’s doing her usual solo dancing. The Greengrass sisters are conspiring with Draco, while Pansy, Blaise and Millicent are looking murderous at the crowd. Hannah’s running the catering, and Susan is making a name for herself in the Ministry. I should probably go say hi.”
Snape stiffened. “And leave me to wallow alone on the sidelines?”
Harry rolled his eyes. “There’s no need to ‘wallow,’ Severus. You can make friends. Just go talk to people.”
Snape gritted his teeth. “I do not socialize!”
“And yet you’re here with me.”
“Not for long, apparently.” With a swish of his robes, Snape stormed off, leaving Harry to the mercies of the guests.
---
“... And now Harry Potter presents his alternative medi-wizardry.” Many of the Wizengamot whispered as he stepped onto the floor.
Harry plastered a smile on his face as he was still miffed at Snape for abandoning him last night. “Thank you.” He talked about their findings and case studies before someone spoke up.
“This does appear useful, but how did you come up with it?”
“I saw this dark curse during the war countered by a form of chanting. During my healing apprenticeship, I mentioned it and we began researching it.”
“What was the curse?” one said. “Who did the chanting?” another asked.
“It was me,” said Snape walking into the courtroom.
Many of the members leapt to their feet; others shouted in outrage. It took minutes for things to settle down and then Snape gave his speech, all while Harry stood there, shocked.
Harry then gave a more detailed account of their testing methods. He even got to use Snape’s own blindness and subsequent healing as proof. The end result was a favorable vote for using the new method amongst the greater population.
Afterward, Harry tried to find Snape to thank him, but the man had vanished without a word.
---
After brooding all morning, Harry finally went to talk to Snape.
“Not so busy winning fans to come visit?” Snape sneered.
“Look, I don’t get how you could be mad at me for being social at a party you invited me to. And then you ran off yesterday without a word. I wanted to thank you for coming. Your presence helped a lot.”
“Is it too much to risk extending feelings beyond friendship with these invitations?”
Harry blinked. “Oh.”
His eyebrows drew into a scowl. “If it’s not obvious, then forget it, Potter.”
Harry reached out. “No, wait. It’s obvious; I’m just clueless, you know?” Snape stared at him until he fidgeted. “Would you like to spend this evening with me?”
Snape sighed. “Yes. But I had planned on seeing the Wicked Winds tonight.”
“Who?”
“Really, Harry, you live under a rock. They are an orchestral group with two each flute, piccolo, clarinet, oboe, and bassoon, and one bagpipe player. Highly recommended. But if you do not wish to spend time with me ….”
“Of course I’ll go! Just let me change, okay?”
Snape merely nodded.
A lovely evening was made better by the look of want in Snape’s seeing eyes.
---
Harry and Snape walked in together to the Ministry of Magic’s annual Twelve Night Ball. Each looked their best in brocade and velvet, Snape in deep purple and Harry in emerald green as befitted the season.
The entrance hallway was lined with twelve drummers all standing at attention like nutcrackers and drumming for each guest as they walked by. This opened up into a festive ballroom decorated with garlands of green, gold, and purple. A string quartet was playing softly in one corner.
They ate and drank, they danced, and they mingled. Harry was having a wonderful time, soaking up the joy of being back in the Wizarding world and, more importantly, in Snape’s company.
“This is nice, Severus. Thank you for urging me to come,” he said. “With you,” he added for emphasis.
Unfortunately, reporters finally accosted him. “Harry Potter, congratulations on your Wizengamot vote. What more can you tell us about your medi-wizardry?” “Mister Potter, can you confirm the rumor that you and Snape are together?” Before more could be asked, the reporters were flung across the room by a blast of magic.
“I want to know where you got that information,” Harry said, his hands tight into fists and his golden rings glowing with restrained power.
The reporters gulped and one brave soul said, “The Delacour woman was talking all about it.”
Fleur or Gabrielle, it had to be! Oh, he would get them for their indiscretion. They never much cared for privacy.
“Well, let me just say that Snape and I have worked together on the alternative medi-wizardry and I’m pleased with the results. Now, please, leave me alone!” Fuming, Harry turned around and stalked off.
Snape hurried behind him. “The press is persistent. Let us go someplace more private.” Snape apparated them to a park shining with fairy lights all in the trees.
“Oh, this is beautiful!” Harry twirled around, taking in the peaceful atmosphere.
“Harry James Potter, I would like for you to accept my formal proposal of courtship, marriage, and family.”
Harry gaped at him. “Family?”
“There are potions for male fertility, if you wish it.”
Harry smiled and flung himself into Snape’s arms. “Yes, yes! Oh, a thousand times, yes. But, we haven’t even kissed yet.”
“Clueless Harry, that’s for after your acceptance.”
Harry smiled even bigger. “Then yes! And now please.”
And they locked lips in a tight, welcoming, loving embrace.
--