A/N: Perposterice thing again. Title/prompt is from a list of common eggcorns (g'wan, use Google), and was part of a challenge.
To Have An Idea Down Packed
soberloki
"Drink deeply of memory, that you may never thirst again."
Harry looked up sharply at Snape, scowling. "Are you still on about your bloody Pensieve? I apologised for that years ago."
Snape rolled his eyes. "Leave it to you to assume everything is about you, Potter. It's a line from a poem that I once read. Muggle author."
Harry snorted. "Since when do you read Muggle literature?"
Snape ignored the question, and bent over Harry's Pensieve. "It seems rather full. Are you sure you haven't removed too much? You don't want to lose track of the hours you've spent memorising Quidditch statistics."
"Belt up, will you? I'm looking for something specific, but it seems to be down deep. I'm having trouble finding it." He dipped his wand and dragged a memory out, placing it in a phial for safekeeping. "I've got plenty of memories to spare, thanks, and you of all people should understand why I'd put some in here."
"What are you looking for, then?"
Harry mumbled something indistinct, and blushed.
"I'm terribly sorry, but you'll have to be clearer than that."
Casting an irritated glare over his shoulder, Harry ground out, "Our first kiss, all right? I'm looking for my memory of our first kiss, you annoying old fart."
Snape chuckled. "Well, you're looking in the wrong place." He bent and removed an old leather-covered box from a low shelf. "I've had that put away along with the other important memories for years."
"The other… like what?" Harry demanded, his mood immediately improving.
Now it was Snape's turn to flush. Slightly. "We must not allow our memories to fade away. Posterity demands a record of the great moments in Harry Potter's astounding life, does it not?"
"Like what, Severus?"
"My memory of our first kiss, you insufferable brat."