A Very Snarry Valentines Day (Plan A)

A/N - OK, I know I've been MIA for at least 2 months. Please forgive me…RL's been way too harsh on me. Plus, I've run in to a bit of writer's block and I've been busy with my site as well. Anyone who's interested in RPGing the new generation of Hogwarts check out my profile for the link. New members needed! My first fic done from Harry's POV. Tell me if my inner Potter is ok. This is dedicated to all my faithful reviewers and especially to Guinevere McKnight, my new FF Net friend.

Harry meticulously stuck the black rose petals onto the plain white paper. He carefully twirled his wand and beautiful calligraphy appeared. The words "I love you," in flowing script now stood out on the page, the green ink gleaming. Another flick of his wand and the ink moved, tiny scales glistening in the letters as the words became a small snake, slithering across the white expanse of the card. Hissing to the snake gently, Harry critically looked the card over. A smile lit upon the Boy Savior's lips as he examined the declaration of love.

It was perfect. He just knew that Severus was going to love it!

He could envision it in his mind's eye as he left their shared quarters and swiftly walked towards the Potions Classroom. He gingerly placed the card on Snape's desk, a grin on his face as he imagined how Snape would react on seeing his Valentine's Day Card.

His lover would sit down and at first frown at the white envelope that marred his obsessively, super-organized spotless working surface. Then he would pick it up and a glare would come upon the elegant, aristocratic features. Until he opened the card.

Then his normally cold, emotionless eyes would turn warm ebony and he would do his little Snape smirk. He would then lightly place the card down on his table and continue on with his lesson, still the same, stern Potion's Master. But there would be a happy sparkle (different from Dumbledore's) in the dark orbs.

Harry smiled again, his green eyes aglow with anticipation. He couldn't wait to see his little fantasy played out. Quickly donning his Invisibility Cloak, Harry walked over to an end of the Potions Classroom. Making sure to find a good vantage point that was as far away from any cauldrons as possible (Snape was teaching Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors this morning, a lethal combination), he settled in to wait. Any minute now.

Students began to filter into the class slowly, their steps sluggish and unhurried. It was quite clear that Snape wasn't going to win Teacher of the Year Award this year. Not that he had won any year, but still.

The last student finally drifted in and took his seat right before the door banged open dramatically. Two Hufflepuffs seated in the font row promptly gasped while a Gryffindor turned pale with fear. In walked Snape, his eyes narrowed in annoyance and his black robes swishing dramatically behind him.



"What a Drama Queen," Harry thought privately, "He really does look like a bat when his robes do that swishy thing. A very cute bat, though," he swiftly amended.

Snape did a swift pivot at the front of the class, his robes whipping behind him and spoke, his deep baritone speech echoing around the dungeon classroom.

"Get your quills out," he barked, causing a student n the front to give out a little squeak of distress and upset his ink pot.

Snape menacingly walked forward and looked down his large nose at the now visibly quivering student. A truly malicious smile spread across his thin lips and he glared down at the petrified student.

"Pop Quiz."

The student almost fainted right then and there.

Shaking his head at his slightly deranged lover, Harry held his breath as Snape sat down and began to reach for a pile of papers. His hand stopped halfway and the thick eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

"What in Salazar's name is this?"

A handful of students looked up while others furiously bit their nails and scribbled answers they knew were wrong. Snape flicked his wand and the card slid out of the envelope smoothly. It opened slowly as it floated up in front of Snape's face.

"What is this?"

"It's a Valentine's Day Card Sir."

One brave (or in this case, foolish) Gryffindor piped up, her squeaky voice gating on Snape's already riled up nerves.

"I know what is," he spat at her, "Why is there a Valentine's Card on my desk?'

No one dared to answer him this time.

"I don't know which one of you little hellions planted this on my desk but mark my words, if I ever find out, I will make you pay. This does not amuse me in the slightest."

Snape gave the class a wincing glare and flicked his wand.

"Incendio"

The sound of the fire sparking into life and reducing the card to ashes masked the choked gasp that came from the invisible young man.



An ember from the fire landed on a Hufflepuff's hair and caught fire. 10 minutes, one soaked Hufflepuff in tears and one very pissed off Potioner, the bell mercifully rang, signaling the end of class. The students practically fled, almost tripping in their stampede to exit the classroom.

Snape himself stalked out, angry cloud of fury dominating his demeanor.

Harry sighed.

So much for Plan A.

Perhaps Plan B would work out better.