Marking the Day
Every year Severus scoffed Valentine's Day in a brand new way.
The first I ever heard him mention it was when he was whinging about the students. I believe he called the day a ridiculous, trumped up holiday whose red colors only inflamed over impassioned teenagers more so than usual- as if they needed an excuse to fornicate.
I nearly spat my tea all over the morning's Daily Prophet.
The next year, he moaned that the day was just an excuse to overly flaunt one's relationship in everyone's faces and make inane posturings about one's love, most of which were not true.
After that, his complaint was a little more personal- that it was a day for those without someone in their lives to question their own worth while watching others with their tongues down each other's throats.
The year after that, in a particularly silly mood (for Severus, at least), he made an offhand comment that at least the day kept people in condom factories in a job.
But this year, our first Valentine's Day as a married couple (not that we had ever celebrated Valentine's Day together), I woke up to a perfectly preserved rose beside my pillow.
And, for once, Severus had nothing to say on the subject of Valentine's Day.
I wrote this on 2/14 and my word count was exactly 214. Spooky, ey? Sorry this V-day fic didn't make it up on V-day. Hope you all have a Snape-alicious one though.