The 12 Days of X-Mas
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
12,678
Reviews:
69
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
2
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Day 12
absinthe, MewSama, Sahira, gypsy, Amanda, uhh, JiyuHatellKodai, and Katie K, thank you so much! Your comments mean the world to me.
cameron, Lupin's presence on the 11th day was part of the plot. It'll all come together tomorrow.
adi, no, the last command (on Day Ten) won't be shown because it wasn't a very important part of the story. I'm sure your imagination can come up with a suitable replacement. :D
JJ, awww, such bad timing! I feel your pain. Have a good trip though, and Happy Christmas!
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It was the twelfth day of Christmas… thank Salazar. Two more days to get through and this blasted season would finally be over and he could start counting the days till all these blasted decorations would be gone. Two more days and he could get on with his life, back to his normal routine, back to his normal rooms! Though if he was forced to admit it, he was probably going to keep the doves and bathroom renovations. Though, if he was tortured he might reveal that the letter opener had grown on him and the tree was useful for intimidating house guests… not that he received many.
He was much more cheerful due to this single fact and even scaled down his pop tests from fifty questions to thirty. Not that his students ever thanked him or even noticed. The fact that they didn’t know the original number never crossed his mind. They should be thankful he didn’t give them a full test the day before Christmas (as tests and detentions the day of were strictly forbidden) and on a Friday no less. The temptation was maddening, but he restrained himself.
His good cheer lasted through the day, though he believed that only Albus, and perhaps Draco noticed his change in demeanor. Dinner turned out to be yet another performance. The tables had all been transformed into small round dining tables and placed in a large semi circle while a good half of the hall was empty for who knew what.
Dinner arrived with much speculation and Severus found that there was little conversation regarding his absence the day before. So much the better. He shared a table again with Potter and Draco and the two were strangely silent. He didn’t give it much thought, however, when the lights dimmed and centered on the closed hall doors. Conversation died away and the faint sounds of a single snare drum timing the beat the a brisk march could be heard steadily getting louder.
The hall doors opened to silence and a long line of men each with a drum and sticks perfectly aligned behind each other and dressed in school colors. The first drummer began the beat again and the entire line stepped forward and apart as one, rearranging themselves into a line shoulder to shoulder without once breaking their vision with the back wall. They didn’t look at each other, their drums, or even the collection of students they had in utter rapture. Severus sat back to watch, slightly curious.
And thus began the drum line.
--//--
That, Severus decided once he was safely in his rooms, ears still ringing from the performance, was perhaps the strangest thing he had ever seen. Impressive. But strange. Men in a line slamming out beats in perfect unison. It was almost frightening how perfected they were, how well they all worked together. It was intimidating and Severus thought more than a few times that they were all under the imperious or some such thing how very exact they were in their movements.
A drum line was what Harry had called it. They trained for hours on end to get that kind of a performance, usually one found them in college bands. And when at the man become Harry again? … Again should not be at the end of that sentence, he decided.
Before he could dive head first into further mental lashings a small box appeared in front of him on his desk. He snatched it immediately, flipping the tag to read what it said.
Do not open ‘till X-Mas
well bugger.
He flipped the box over. It was strangely light in weight as though all it contained was air. Shaking it produced no sound and with an irritated grunt he tossed it back to the desk with a glance at his clock. Eight thirty. Only three and a half hours. He could wait.
--//--
It was eleven fifty and Severus was tired of waiting. He had tried reading, tried brewing, tried to grade papers and enjoy the company of his doves.
Absolutely nothing would get his mind off of that package and damnit he wanted to know what was inside!
He picked the box up with another look to his clock. Eleven fifty three. Seven minutes early wouldn’t change anything. He pulled off the lid and glared at the single piece of paper.
I’m disappointed in you, Severus. Couldn’t wait another seven minutes?
“Well what do you bloody expect? Giving me a box and not expecting me to open it when I see it.”
You waited almost three and a half hours.
He didn’t have an answer to that one and settled for glaring.
’Tis a pity, really. I might not give it to you now. You didn’t follow the instructions… They were very clear.
“Merlin damn you, man! Are you ever going to tell me who you are or are you going to hide behind paper and gifts?”
Ah, I was wondering when you’d finally snap. I’m actually surprised you lasted this long, old chap. A buddy of mine said you wouldn’t last three days, had a wager with the groundskeeper going, he did.
Severus went white. This was all a joke then. A scam meant to get at him, spill his dirty little secrets so they could be tossed around the faculty like ping pong balls.
But here I am babbling and it’s past midnight. I suppose you’ll be wanting to know what I got you, then.
The paper disintegrated in his hands and something heavy weighted the box. Inside was a dark, emerald studded collar with the word ‘Owned’ embroidered in the front. A long thin chain was connected to the collar and a small wrist band was attached at the far end.
Severus very carefully did not move, because if he moved he would have either burst into a rage, or tears.
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AN: *hides* Don't kill me! lol, there's still one more day!
cameron, Lupin's presence on the 11th day was part of the plot. It'll all come together tomorrow.
adi, no, the last command (on Day Ten) won't be shown because it wasn't a very important part of the story. I'm sure your imagination can come up with a suitable replacement. :D
JJ, awww, such bad timing! I feel your pain. Have a good trip though, and Happy Christmas!
--
It was the twelfth day of Christmas… thank Salazar. Two more days to get through and this blasted season would finally be over and he could start counting the days till all these blasted decorations would be gone. Two more days and he could get on with his life, back to his normal routine, back to his normal rooms! Though if he was forced to admit it, he was probably going to keep the doves and bathroom renovations. Though, if he was tortured he might reveal that the letter opener had grown on him and the tree was useful for intimidating house guests… not that he received many.
He was much more cheerful due to this single fact and even scaled down his pop tests from fifty questions to thirty. Not that his students ever thanked him or even noticed. The fact that they didn’t know the original number never crossed his mind. They should be thankful he didn’t give them a full test the day before Christmas (as tests and detentions the day of were strictly forbidden) and on a Friday no less. The temptation was maddening, but he restrained himself.
His good cheer lasted through the day, though he believed that only Albus, and perhaps Draco noticed his change in demeanor. Dinner turned out to be yet another performance. The tables had all been transformed into small round dining tables and placed in a large semi circle while a good half of the hall was empty for who knew what.
Dinner arrived with much speculation and Severus found that there was little conversation regarding his absence the day before. So much the better. He shared a table again with Potter and Draco and the two were strangely silent. He didn’t give it much thought, however, when the lights dimmed and centered on the closed hall doors. Conversation died away and the faint sounds of a single snare drum timing the beat the a brisk march could be heard steadily getting louder.
The hall doors opened to silence and a long line of men each with a drum and sticks perfectly aligned behind each other and dressed in school colors. The first drummer began the beat again and the entire line stepped forward and apart as one, rearranging themselves into a line shoulder to shoulder without once breaking their vision with the back wall. They didn’t look at each other, their drums, or even the collection of students they had in utter rapture. Severus sat back to watch, slightly curious.
And thus began the drum line.
--//--
That, Severus decided once he was safely in his rooms, ears still ringing from the performance, was perhaps the strangest thing he had ever seen. Impressive. But strange. Men in a line slamming out beats in perfect unison. It was almost frightening how perfected they were, how well they all worked together. It was intimidating and Severus thought more than a few times that they were all under the imperious or some such thing how very exact they were in their movements.
A drum line was what Harry had called it. They trained for hours on end to get that kind of a performance, usually one found them in college bands. And when at the man become Harry again? … Again should not be at the end of that sentence, he decided.
Before he could dive head first into further mental lashings a small box appeared in front of him on his desk. He snatched it immediately, flipping the tag to read what it said.
Do not open ‘till X-Mas
well bugger.
He flipped the box over. It was strangely light in weight as though all it contained was air. Shaking it produced no sound and with an irritated grunt he tossed it back to the desk with a glance at his clock. Eight thirty. Only three and a half hours. He could wait.
--//--
It was eleven fifty and Severus was tired of waiting. He had tried reading, tried brewing, tried to grade papers and enjoy the company of his doves.
Absolutely nothing would get his mind off of that package and damnit he wanted to know what was inside!
He picked the box up with another look to his clock. Eleven fifty three. Seven minutes early wouldn’t change anything. He pulled off the lid and glared at the single piece of paper.
I’m disappointed in you, Severus. Couldn’t wait another seven minutes?
“Well what do you bloody expect? Giving me a box and not expecting me to open it when I see it.”
You waited almost three and a half hours.
He didn’t have an answer to that one and settled for glaring.
’Tis a pity, really. I might not give it to you now. You didn’t follow the instructions… They were very clear.
“Merlin damn you, man! Are you ever going to tell me who you are or are you going to hide behind paper and gifts?”
Ah, I was wondering when you’d finally snap. I’m actually surprised you lasted this long, old chap. A buddy of mine said you wouldn’t last three days, had a wager with the groundskeeper going, he did.
Severus went white. This was all a joke then. A scam meant to get at him, spill his dirty little secrets so they could be tossed around the faculty like ping pong balls.
But here I am babbling and it’s past midnight. I suppose you’ll be wanting to know what I got you, then.
The paper disintegrated in his hands and something heavy weighted the box. Inside was a dark, emerald studded collar with the word ‘Owned’ embroidered in the front. A long thin chain was connected to the collar and a small wrist band was attached at the far end.
Severus very carefully did not move, because if he moved he would have either burst into a rage, or tears.
--
AN: *hides* Don't kill me! lol, there's still one more day!