A/N: Happy birthday, aniwe!

Pop It like Daisies

Chapter One

"You're planning to invite my entire house?"

"Absolutely."

"It won't bother you?"

"If it makes you happy."

Severus Snape was sitting on a squashy couch in his dungeon-office watching in half-amusement, half-exasperation as his lover and would-be husband paced in front of him, enumerating the draft of a guest list.

Harry Potter stopped his energetic walking and looked straight at the elder man with a sheepish smile. "Merlin knows I've never had a hand in planning a wedding before, but I've seen my aunt watching her wedding-planning shows on the telly so I've got a good hunch that the guest list would be a nice start."

Snape shook his head and sighed, but not out of annoyance. "I am seriously leaving you to fulfill your happy little whims. The most I'd be able to do is order the dress robes--"

Harry, who had resumed his pacing, stopped again and rounded on him. "No-ho way," he said, startling the other man. "You are going to wear something called a tuxedo!"

Snape winced at the exotic-sounding name but figured the thing wouldn't look so awkward as he watched his lover conjure a 3D image of a decent suit and tie in midair with his wand.

A manic gleam of excitement lit up emerald green eyes. "And I'm going to wear a wedding gown!"

The tuxedo poofed into a floating miniature of an intricate white brocade and Snape's eyebrow rose.

"I'm torn between knowing and not bothering to know your reason," he said dryly.

Harry put on a thinking face. "We could conceal our identities until we walk down the aisle."

"...what?"

"Or we'd have to do a bit more thinking how exactly we're going to tell people--"

The enormity of such a scandal seemed to hit Snape very late. "Thinking isn't exactly a strong point of yours--"

"You're right!" Harry agreed absently, much too hiked up in possibilities to note his lover's growing distress. "We'll deal with it later. For now, you can invite the faculty!"

"The faculty..." Snape mused, marvelling in half-horror at the prospect. "Everyone?"

But Harry did not hear him. It was well into the night and sleep deprivation was making him too energetic. The hook-nosed man groaned as he heard more outrageous plans for this confounded wedding. He wondered exactly how long and how elaborately crazy these plans would get until he'd lose his patience with the boy.

Nevertheless, it was indeed a new experience for them both and having had some background of both their not-so-happy pasts, this light awkwardness was excusable, even relaxing and pleasant.

"Oh get to sleep, Potter," Snape half-whined. "If you'd like to arrange this more, I could give you detention."

Perhaps Harry Potter was the first, the only person in Snape's entire teaching career who brightened up and flashed him a big smile upon hearing detention.

- - - -

"Are...are you taking notes?" Ron hissed incredulously as they were having yet another stimulating session of Divination.

No, Harry wasn't taking notes...and he might as well failed the damned subject altogether. He was calculating the perfect day to have himself wed.

Early summer seemed like the best choice but weren't Fleur and Bill…? Harry inwardly groaned, ignoring his best friend who had ignored him after muttering a small 'mental'.

If Fleur and Bill had reserved summer, a wedding after that would just be…sad and anti-climactic. HE wanted a wedding in the summer, and wanted OTHER weddings to be sad and anti-climactic. He was about to execute a really hilarious pout when Professor Trelawney passed by and snatched the parchment he was writing on from under his quill, curious at what the boy was so engrossed about.

Harry looked up at the towering curly-haired owl-woman in mild surprise and waited for her verdict. Ron was half uneasy, half puzzled like something was going on and he hadn't been told about it.

Their teacher nevertheless brightened and patted Harry on the head, much to everyone's shock, his included.

"Dates!" she exclaimed dramatically. "Brilliant step, Mr. Potter! Brilliant! The Inner Eyes are among us!" and with a graceful, flamboyant gesture, she returned the parchment back to Ron's and Harry's desk.

"Dates?" the redhead whispered at his best mate in disbelief.

Harry shook his head at him and smiled, not wanting to leave his friend out but not wanting to blurt out everything in a hurry. "It's for something special Ron. You'll see."

The excitement in his tone was so contagious that the boy asked for no further explanation and looked giddy himself.

Weird stares they earned from their classmates, jealous ones in the case of Lavender and her Divination-savvy friend, subsided when Trelawney spoke once more.

"Dates," she began. "…can make or break your future. Their longitudinal and latitudinal aspects determine the dharma and karma they possess…"

Harry would have to find a day where their invitees would be most available to come. Christmas was his other option, but it was so short notice and it wouldn't be as memorable as school was still prevalent afterwards. The end of the school year would be too close to another wedding he wouldn't really want to miss.

Weeks before that would be exams. February was too cold, April was too wet and May was…something in his gut told him that a wedding in May wouldn't be a good idea.

Besides, he had a garden wedding in mind. Anywhere would do, just as long as it looked divine and had flowers and stuff. Then it hit him.

March.

March was perfect! Toward its end and toward the beginning of April so he'd hit a Spring Jackpot!

He could tell Dumbledore about the arrangements. He was sure the old man could make some provisions for such a lovely occasion. Would that mean he had to increase the guest list? For sure the students and their parents would want to know the reason for a period of cancelled classes.

Oh to hell with the others! They weren't going to be invited, period. Or were they? Maybe, maybe not.

He'd have to talk with Snape again tonight. First agenda: Agree on the date. He hoped March 31 would suit them.

TBC

A/N: Forgive typos. I'm not very good with writing Harry Potter. It really IS quite bothersome to establish the right time period with these things so I suggest you readers not to be so…strict with referring to the events that happened in the book. It's a fic for Great One's sake so…yeah. Till the next installment. ...enjoy!xD and ciAo...