Amare Speculae

Chapter Five

AN: Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday dear Kiro, Happy Birthday to me.

This is my birthday present from me to you guys! I know it's a bit weird for /me/ to give /you/ a present on /my/ birthday, but, well, my entire life is weird. What's a bit more weirdness going to hurt?

Anyway, hope you all are having a happy day today. Heaven knows that I am. Yay for solitude and rewatching canon all day!

Okay, so I was worried that this one is a bit too pointless. But then I actually finished the damn monster and now it... still doesn't have a point. But it time lapses and it shows their growing relationship so that gives it a point, right? Eh. The point comes next chap.

It took me forever to write this. I lost some stuff and it just kept feeling too light and fluffy. But whatever. Here you go. Enjoy!

~Kiro
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The rest of January passed in a flash, except for a few incidents involving the soulmate revelation potion, whose formula was slotted to be released on February fourteenth. Severus thought the excitement was a bit ludicrous, but then again Amare Speculae had started his relationship with Harry so he couldn't condemn the excitement. He was just dreading the day that all the students started attempting to brew the thing, as doubtless they would. There would be many exploded cauldrons after the release date, he was sure.

The first two weeks of February sped by just as quickly as January. Harry and Severus would trudge through their classes, eagerly awaiting their remedial lessons on Mondays and Wednesdays and even more eagerly awaiting their Friday "remedial lessons" in Severus' rooms.

Their actual lessons went much as they had before, comfortable if slightly tense, productive, and actually improving Harry's score. The first time Harry made his potion correctly, he was held after class for a congratulatory kiss. The first time he received an E on an exam, their remedial lesson opened with a snog session. The reward system was working quite well, and Harry was working quite hard to see what reward he would get if he received an O on an exam.

Even with the merits of Mondays and Wednesdays, Fridays were each of the pair's favorite. Sure, Ron complained loudly about the greasy git keeping Harry from having fun on a Friday, and sure, Hermione gave him calculating looks every time he barely restrained himself from skipping out the portrait, but what happened there was worth it.

Harry would arrive outside Severus' rooms with a smile and Severus would nod and leave the door open as he turned back inside. Harry would follow him to the kitchenette and, once the door closed behind him, would receive a smoldering, if short, welcome kiss. They would then sit down to Snape's marvelous cooking and engage in scintillating conversation. Once done, they traipsed over to the armchair by the fire, where Harry would sit on Severus' lap (each time he did this Snape got incredibly flustered and tried to push him off, to no avail) and the two would talk until their kiss goodbye. All in all, it was the best type of night that either could dream of.

And now it was Valentine's day. The fourteenth of February, filled with love and red roses and normally the bane of both men's existence. Now, though, each found himself filled with anticipation.

They had arranged to meet for a special session that day. Harry had something special planned and Severus... Well, Severus had the medical salves at the ready in his rooms. He hoped that they wouldn't need to be used, but he didn't quite trust the young man to not arrange something dangerous.

Severus stood in muggle clothing, freezing his ass off, beneath a willow by the lake at six o' clock that evening. Harry had insisted on the early meeting time and odd attire as well as the meeting place. It only made Severus worry more.