Summary: Drabble. Severus reflects on his birthday. HPSS slash.
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters therein. That privilege goes to JK Rowling. No infringement intended. Just borrowing them.
A/n: This is in honor of Severus Snape's birthday tomorrow, January 9th. I wanted to write a fic for Sev's birthday, but wasn't sure of what to write. This is pretty spur of the moment and probably not very good. I apologize.
Happy Birthday, Husband by Snarry4ever
Severus Snape hated the beginning of the month of January. For one, the weather was bloody awful. It was always snowy and cold. Severus hated the cold. The dungeons were drafty and cool even at the peak of summer but they felt like the Arctic in winter. Last but not least, Severus hated January because it contained the most dreaded day of the year- his birthday...
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Albus always insisted on making a big deal of Severus' birthday. The first year he had started teaching, Severus had announced it to the Great Hall at large at breakfast and Severus had spent a humiliated couple of minutes listening to the students and staff sing 'Happy Birthday'. Ever since then, Severus had made sure NEVER to dine in the Great Hall at all on his birthday. Albus had been upset at first, but the old coot knew that Severus wouldn't budge on this issue.
The one and only half-decent birthday Severus had had been the previous January. It had been his first one that included Harry. The two hadn't been sleeping together yet but they were good friends. Harry had flooed over at seven am and the two had breakfasted together. One of the things Severus had appreciated most about his friend was that Harry didn't mind if Severus was quiet during a meal. They often had meals filled with companionable silences or occasional queries about the other's day. Harry was not someone that had to fill silence with chatter, for which Severus was deeply thankful.
After breakfast that day, the two friends had walked around the lake, gone to Diagon Alley to shop for Severus' potion's supplies, eaten dinner at one of Severus' favorite Italian bistros and seen a Muggle play that the older man favored (Sweeney Todd). It had been the best birthday of Severus' life.
A lot had happened since that day. Harry had offered himself to Severus that very evening and Severis and Harry had spent the next two days in bed. Five months later, Severus proposed to Harry and the two had bonded the next Christmas. The potions' master didn't regret a second of it. He loved his husband of two weeks more than he loved his own life.
"Sev? Severus?"
Severus shook himself out of his thoughts at the voice. He looked over at his lover of two years and smiled. "Good morning gorgeous."
Harry leaned over and pressed a kiss to Severus' thin lips. "Happy Birthday Husband."