A Traditional Celebration - Valentine's Day Snarry
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Adult
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1
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3,377
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10
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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A Traditional Celebration - Valentine's Day Snarry
Pink.
There was too much pink.
That's the only thing Severus Snape was aware of, when he entered his dungeons.
His personal space, his sanctuary, his quarters were violated in the most obscene way possible.
Pink hearts. Pink boxes of chocolate. Pink ribbons. Even his furniture suddenly acquired the nasty pink color.
He knew who the culprit was.
His lover, Harry Potter, the bane of his existence, was lying on the couch, flashing his best seductive smile at him. Which was almost enough to quell his rage.
Almost.
“What do you think you're doing?” Severus demanded.
“Happy Valentine's Day!” Harry said cheerfully. “Don't tell me you forgot?”
Shit.
“Of course not,” Severus bluffed quickly. “I've got a traditional celebration planned for us.”
“Really?” Harry looked clearly pleased. “What is it? Dinner? Romantic walk in the moonlight?”
“What? I said traditional. We're going to the midnight Mass at the St. James Cathedral.”
Harry shuddered. “Come again?”
“We're going to commemorate the saint, of course,” Severus said smoothly. “You know, St. Valentine was a heroic man. Tragic, but heroic.”
“Oh?” Harry shifted on the couch uncomfortably.
“He was condemned to death by the Roman Emperor,” Severus explained solemnly. “Presumably, for helping Christian couples who were in love to get married. Did you know he was beaten with clubs and then stoned for his crime?”
Harry paled slightly. “Um, no...”
“I'm certain there will be a detailed sermon on it. However, mangled as he was by that experience, the stones and the clubs didn't kill him. He had to be beheaded,” Severus continued matter-of-factly. “Quite a gruesome death, really. You'll learn all about it tonight.”
Harry covered his mouth with his palm, looking slightly ill.
When Harry finally regained his voice, he asked weakly, “Sev... how about we forget the whole thing, and just shag?”
Severus folded his arms on his chest. “Only if you get rid of all the pink fluff, and return my quarters to their normal state.”
Harry nodded, obviously knowing when he was bested. “Done.”
~ Fin
There was too much pink.
That's the only thing Severus Snape was aware of, when he entered his dungeons.
His personal space, his sanctuary, his quarters were violated in the most obscene way possible.
Pink hearts. Pink boxes of chocolate. Pink ribbons. Even his furniture suddenly acquired the nasty pink color.
He knew who the culprit was.
His lover, Harry Potter, the bane of his existence, was lying on the couch, flashing his best seductive smile at him. Which was almost enough to quell his rage.
Almost.
“What do you think you're doing?” Severus demanded.
“Happy Valentine's Day!” Harry said cheerfully. “Don't tell me you forgot?”
Shit.
“Of course not,” Severus bluffed quickly. “I've got a traditional celebration planned for us.”
“Really?” Harry looked clearly pleased. “What is it? Dinner? Romantic walk in the moonlight?”
“What? I said traditional. We're going to the midnight Mass at the St. James Cathedral.”
Harry shuddered. “Come again?”
“We're going to commemorate the saint, of course,” Severus said smoothly. “You know, St. Valentine was a heroic man. Tragic, but heroic.”
“Oh?” Harry shifted on the couch uncomfortably.
“He was condemned to death by the Roman Emperor,” Severus explained solemnly. “Presumably, for helping Christian couples who were in love to get married. Did you know he was beaten with clubs and then stoned for his crime?”
Harry paled slightly. “Um, no...”
“I'm certain there will be a detailed sermon on it. However, mangled as he was by that experience, the stones and the clubs didn't kill him. He had to be beheaded,” Severus continued matter-of-factly. “Quite a gruesome death, really. You'll learn all about it tonight.”
Harry covered his mouth with his palm, looking slightly ill.
When Harry finally regained his voice, he asked weakly, “Sev... how about we forget the whole thing, and just shag?”
Severus folded his arms on his chest. “Only if you get rid of all the pink fluff, and return my quarters to their normal state.”
Harry nodded, obviously knowing when he was bested. “Done.”
~ Fin