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And Me?
by Amanuensis
Pairing: Harry/Snape
Category: Pure schmoop.
Summary: So very, very G-rated. There is a puppy.
A/N: mayflo and littleroo27 put up this
picture of Snape and Harry at Christmas that had me nearly
crying, it was so sad. (Premenstrual. Must be.) And I was going to stay
sad unless I wrote the sequel to that picture.
"Ridiculous," muttered Severus, seeing no need to hide his irritation
as he watched the incontinent little creature deliver its unsanitary
tongue-bathing worship all over Harry's face. "That one should ascribe
significance to this holiday by giving gifts. Especially those of the
rug-piddling, food-dependant, howling-at-all-hours kind. What sort of
gift is that? And you can tell those bloody Weasleys I said so."
He'd never, never admit he felt the least little bit sad by not being
remembered by those who did count the gift-giving significant, though.
Particularly the person he lived with. Inconsiderate
slug.
A scratching at the window interrupted Harry's fulsome interaction with
the hairball. "Oh, good, that must be it. Mind getting that, Severus?"
Harry said as the puppy set about yapping in the window's direction.
"Of course I mind, but why should you care, I only exist to answer
owls, do I not," Severus harrumphed, but it was only token muttering
and he was going even as he said it.
The owl at the window was tawny and impatient, and Severus would be
damned if he'd feed the thing. Except he reconsidered; there couldn't
be a better way to dispose of that ghastly fruitcake upon the
sidetable. As the owl gulped at the tidbit, Severus examined the
package it had brought and was brought up short when he saw his name on
the label.
Probably jinxed, or, better, a threat from our creditors,
he thought as he tore the wrappings open, refusing to admit
that his pulse had sped up just that much. Within a charmed Pet-Keep ™
box a tiny white bird with black markings was cheeping. Severus nearly
forgot to examine the card.
"You got me a Quillop?" The bird was already hopping from the box to
alight on Severus's finger. He scowled. "Gift pets are a nuisance, I
told you." He would not smile. He refused to smile.
"Well, you don't have to make a pet of it if you don't wish," Harry
said as he only barely stopped the pup from swallowing the discarded
wrappings whole. "But the man at the shop said they lay one egg a day,
and they sometimes hatch out protection amulets and the shells are
useful in healing potions, so I thought you maybe could keep it in your
workspace as a sort of, you know, employee."
After a pause, during which the Quillop had worked its way up to his
wrist, Severus pronounced, "It can stay."
Harry grinned over his armful of puppy. "Happy Christmas, Severus."
"Hmf." Which was as close as he was coming to a smile.
-fin
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