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Summary: A Snarry for my sweet Aery! Happy 30th sweetie! Kisses! Note: This double drabble is a birthday treat for my babelicious beta! She informed me that it's the nice and fluffy Snarry, just like she likes it! My first attempt at a Snarry/slash, 'cause my sweetie likes it!
"What do you want for your birthday?" teased Harry. He knew the Potions Master hated celebrations of any sort. He fully expected a dry response of 'peace and quiet'.
"Oh, world peace would be nice, I suppose." Came the snarky reply.
'I was close, but didn't quite get the Quaffle through the hoop that time.' Harry laughed to himself.
"Gee whiz, Sev, wasn't offing Voldybutt enough? Now, I gotta take on the Muggle world too, just to give you a happy birthday?" came the cheeky response from The-Boy-Who-Dared-To-Tease-The-Potions-Master.
Severus put aside his research. Standing up, he stretched until his back gave a satisfying pop. Behind his austere face, he was nervous but he refused to show it. He stalked over to Harry's desk. Placing his hands on it, he leaned forward until they were nose to nose. Obsidian eyes seduced emerald green ones. He stared wordlessly for a moment, enjoying the flickers of curiosity and unease crossing Harry's face.
"All I want for my birthday, Harry James Potter, is for you to be my husband. Will you grant me your hand in marriage?"
"Gladly, Severus."
A tender kiss later, Harry whispered, "Happy Birthday, my love."
"Thank you, my beloved Harry."