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Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday dear Severus Happy Birthday to you!!!!!
Many thank you hugs to morethansirius and leandra713 for tracking down all these birthday stories. Your help is very much appreciated ladies.
Match the quote to the story:
Birthday Wishes by ksevfansd
Xoanon by rhitmcshanm
Seducing Severus Snape by Miss
Big Name Death Eaters Part Duex by Shiv
No Laughing Matter by Beth H
Fucking With Snape by Titania
The 9th of January Ritual by Grainne
One Fine Birthday by Varadee
The Birthday Present by Shiv
I Prefer to Celebrate in Private by Gina R Snape
A Little Hope by sandstar08
Enough is Enough by Snapeaddict
Happy Birthday, Severus by ShadowCat
Birthdays by Lady of the Masque
1. Miss Granger wasn’t surprised to see him. He hoped that this meant she was aware of his role as a spy, which would at least give him a better chance of getting her out of here in one piece. Two at the most.
Voldemort, as always, was the last to apparate to the clearing. “Severus,” he hissed, “What do you think of your birthday present?” He put a scaly finger under her chin and lifted her face. “I do think that a present this nice should be shared.”
Judging by the enthusiastic cheers of the other Deatheaters, this was a very popular suggestion.
Miss Granger didn’t even flinch. Her voice cut across the babble. “Don’t you think that socks would have been more suitable or a winter vest. Hanging around in cold forests can hardly be healthy. Not to mention the fact that I think it’s a little short-sighted of you not to have made some attempt to exploit my capture in more useful ways than as mere entertainment for half and hour or so.”
2. He leaned forward and rested his chin on his steepled fingers. "And what, exactly, would you be willing to do to receive this . . . extra credit?"
For a moment, she said nothing, then she took a step closer to the desk and met his eyes.
"Anything, Professor Snape. I'd be willing to do anything."
Severus licked his suddenly-dry lips and took a shallow breath. He clamped down on the instinctive urge to demand her age, but no . . . that wasn't a question he could ask in these circumstances. Not at all.
"Anything?" he asked.
"Yes," she said.
There was a hint of anxiety in her eyes, but she didn't look frightened, precisely. Just right, Severus thought approvingly.
He extended one hand and beckoned her closer.
"As it happens," he said, in a tone which he feared didn't sound quite so seductive as he intended it to sound, "I do have a special project in mind that requires two participants to bring it to a satisfactory end. However, this project also requires a certain amount of . . . discretion."
A half-smile reached the girl's face. "Oh, I think you already know that I can be discreet, Professor Snape. But tell me," she said, taking another step toward him, "would this project be . . . dangerous?"
"Perhaps."
"And would the work be hot? And . . . sweaty?"
He swallowed hard. Impertinent girl, he thought.
3. Peace at last! Snape sat down at his writing desk breathing a sigh of relief. If ever he were to find the person who found out about his birthday, he would hex them into oblivion. Not only had his colleagues arranged this “party” in the staff room, there had also been an enormous number of birthday owls at lunchtime. He had hoped the information about his birthday had not left the confines of the staff room, but it seemed that someone had been spreading the news. He had even received some birthday wishes on pink, perfumed parchment from an anonymous felicitator who called herself “snapeaddict”. This had definitely been too much. He had tipped the pile of cards with his wand, blazing them into cinders and had shot some gloomy, menacing looks at the students who looked at him curiously.
4. It’s my birthday. Do you know what she got me?
Certainly not the silver alembic I’d hinted at. Nor the rare 1st edition Potions, Powders, Salves and Unguents of Upper and Lower Egypt I’ve been eyeing in the glazed display case at Flourish & Blotts. No, the silly woman didn’t even buy me a single pair of socks (black, of course; I shudder to remember the rainbow-coloured ones she tried to get me to wear, once). No, she hired a sitter, bought a long green-and-silver ribbon, and wrapped herself in it.
Just in it, nothing else.
She truly loves me.
5. So it was up to him, to get them sorted.
“I’m sure there’s nothing wrong,” said Smudger, hoping to quell the flood of Too-Much-Information. “He’s just a bit tired, what with his new job and his birthday is coming up. That always makes him twitchy. It’s a big one this year - 40.”
Hermione looked doubtful, but was willing to be reassured. “Are you sure that’s it? He hasn’t said anything to you has he?”
“He might have done,” Smudger allowed, and didn’t add that he might not have been listening.
Severus had been bending his ear last weekend about something certainly, but The Lads weren’t really equipped for the sharing of feelings. They did rough sympathy, the buying of drinks, and the turning of conversation to Quidditch until the moment of weakness had passed. They didn’t do listening and offering sensible advice: that was what girls were for. Or familiars, at a pinch.
6. “You wanted to see me, sir?” she asked quietly, holding out the letter she had received at dinnertime.
Faster than Harry Potter can snag the Snitch, the Potions Master’s hand shot out and grabbed the girl’s arm. He roughly hauled her into the room without uttering a sound. Her initial shriek of alarm was cut off by the slamming of the door. Not to be deterred in my quest for some clue as to what was going on, I hurried over to the House Elf entrance into the suite and squeezed myself through. The sight I was greeted with was unsurprising. The Potions Master was standing over the cowering girl, yelling.
“What were you thinking?” he shouted. “Were you even thinking? Were you trying to embarrass me in front of my colleagues? Was this some sort of joke?” His face grew redder as he continued his tirade, and his lank hair swung in front of his face. Ever since he had been the victim of an April Fools joke gone awry, he had never tolerated ‘funning.’ “What in the name of all that is magic possessed you to give me that? And at dinner no less!?” He waved his hand at his desk and for the first time, I saw the object that had caused all the trouble.
Oh.
Oh my.
7. Snape alternately muttered and swore under his breath. He leaned back in his chair to survey his handiwork. Merlin's beard! It was getting worse every year. Soon he'd have to resort to using Master Gizzards for the Mature Wizard. He scowled at himself in the mirror. No! Snapes did NOT dye their hair. A lifetime of this, then...
"Professor Snape!" Draco burst into Snape's office. He stopped in his tracks, eyes widening at the sight of his Head of House sitting before a vanity mirror, a very large pair of silver tweezers in his hand. On the desk sat a little pile of what looked like wiry grey threads. "Professor?"
Snape hastily covered the pile of hairs with his hand and pointed the tweezers at Draco like a weapon.
8. It was a reverse-love potion just like Professor Snape had thought. The one who drank the potion was instantly loved and adored by all members of the opposite sex. Strawberries were used in the potion because of their aphrodisiac effect (according to the book). A side effect of the potion was that the drinker gave off the scent of strawberries while being under the potion’s spell.
Oh, no. Hermione thought to herself. He would not be happy about this. This particular potion had three components to it. The first they were already experiencing. There were two more effects of the potion that would happen before the potion finally wore off. The book did not give any information about the next two parts except to say that they were determined by the maker of the potion and that they were meant to be humiliating to the drinker.
Great. That would put him in a good mood. And how did he expect her to find out who it was?
9. Severus was not a patient man, but he was rather curious. So he bottled up his anger and slowly counted to 50 in his head.
In Latin.
Backwards.
“Well?” He finally asked again, “Do you remember?” What was wrong with the chit? That was the second time she had smiled at him this morning.
“Yes I did, sir.” She happily announced, swinging her legs off the bed and standing up. She walked right up to him and looked him straight in eye. Severus was impressed, not that he would have told her. “The message that Professor Dumbledore wanted me to tell you was this.”
Severus merely cocked -bad word, bad word- his left eyebrow again in a silent question.
“Happy Birthday, Severus!” The girl kissed him on the cheek and winked at him. He was about to whip out his wand -the wooden one- and hex the little tramp when she waved her fingers at him and faded from sight. She had been an illusion.
10. His birthday, Severus knew what he wanted for his birthday and if he was correct, which he usually was, she had just rang his doorbell, sort of. His wards had come down again - different wards this time, just to find out if she could disable these as well as his previous ones. Quickly walking from the Greenhouses to his rooms, he could hardly suppress the smirk on his face. Oh, how he had hoped she would come out and play with him today.
Opening the doors to his chambers, again she had put up a simple ward of her own; he looked at the silent, cloaked figure before him. Severus wondered if she was ready to play. Walking up to her he was ready to find out.
“Well, well, well…back again?” he asked.
Silence.
“Aren’t you going to answer me? Aren’t you going to look at me?” He was still asking nicely.
Silence, again. Maybe it was time for a different approach.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you!” He hadn’t screamed at her, but his voice had been demanding obedience, and obey the woman did. She turned around to face him and lowered the hood of her cloak. “What are you doing here? Another present, perhaps a birthday present?” Severus was muttering more to himself and at the same time circling around her, taking in her form, wondering what she would be wearing this time.
“Yes, Master.” Hermione’s voice sounded quiet and a little scared, even to herself.
Answers will be posted on Monday January 14, 2008.
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday dear Severus Happy Birthday to you!!!!!
Many thank you hugs to morethansirius and leandra713 for tracking down all these birthday stories. Your help is very much appreciated ladies.
Match the quote to the story:
Birthday Wishes by ksevfansd
Xoanon by rhitmcshanm
Seducing Severus Snape by Miss
Big Name Death Eaters Part Duex by Shiv
No Laughing Matter by Beth H
Fucking With Snape by Titania
The 9th of January Ritual by Grainne
One Fine Birthday by Varadee
The Birthday Present by Shiv
I Prefer to Celebrate in Private by Gina R Snape
A Little Hope by sandstar08
Enough is Enough by Snapeaddict
Happy Birthday, Severus by ShadowCat
Birthdays by Lady of the Masque
1. Miss Granger wasn’t surprised to see him. He hoped that this meant she was aware of his role as a spy, which would at least give him a better chance of getting her out of here in one piece. Two at the most.
Voldemort, as always, was the last to apparate to the clearing. “Severus,” he hissed, “What do you think of your birthday present?” He put a scaly finger under her chin and lifted her face. “I do think that a present this nice should be shared.”
Judging by the enthusiastic cheers of the other Deatheaters, this was a very popular suggestion.
Miss Granger didn’t even flinch. Her voice cut across the babble. “Don’t you think that socks would have been more suitable or a winter vest. Hanging around in cold forests can hardly be healthy. Not to mention the fact that I think it’s a little short-sighted of you not to have made some attempt to exploit my capture in more useful ways than as mere entertainment for half and hour or so.”
2. He leaned forward and rested his chin on his steepled fingers. "And what, exactly, would you be willing to do to receive this . . . extra credit?"
For a moment, she said nothing, then she took a step closer to the desk and met his eyes.
"Anything, Professor Snape. I'd be willing to do anything."
Severus licked his suddenly-dry lips and took a shallow breath. He clamped down on the instinctive urge to demand her age, but no . . . that wasn't a question he could ask in these circumstances. Not at all.
"Anything?" he asked.
"Yes," she said.
There was a hint of anxiety in her eyes, but she didn't look frightened, precisely. Just right, Severus thought approvingly.
He extended one hand and beckoned her closer.
"As it happens," he said, in a tone which he feared didn't sound quite so seductive as he intended it to sound, "I do have a special project in mind that requires two participants to bring it to a satisfactory end. However, this project also requires a certain amount of . . . discretion."
A half-smile reached the girl's face. "Oh, I think you already know that I can be discreet, Professor Snape. But tell me," she said, taking another step toward him, "would this project be . . . dangerous?"
"Perhaps."
"And would the work be hot? And . . . sweaty?"
He swallowed hard. Impertinent girl, he thought.
3. Peace at last! Snape sat down at his writing desk breathing a sigh of relief. If ever he were to find the person who found out about his birthday, he would hex them into oblivion. Not only had his colleagues arranged this “party” in the staff room, there had also been an enormous number of birthday owls at lunchtime. He had hoped the information about his birthday had not left the confines of the staff room, but it seemed that someone had been spreading the news. He had even received some birthday wishes on pink, perfumed parchment from an anonymous felicitator who called herself “snapeaddict”. This had definitely been too much. He had tipped the pile of cards with his wand, blazing them into cinders and had shot some gloomy, menacing looks at the students who looked at him curiously.
4. It’s my birthday. Do you know what she got me?
Certainly not the silver alembic I’d hinted at. Nor the rare 1st edition Potions, Powders, Salves and Unguents of Upper and Lower Egypt I’ve been eyeing in the glazed display case at Flourish & Blotts. No, the silly woman didn’t even buy me a single pair of socks (black, of course; I shudder to remember the rainbow-coloured ones she tried to get me to wear, once). No, she hired a sitter, bought a long green-and-silver ribbon, and wrapped herself in it.
Just in it, nothing else.
She truly loves me.
5. So it was up to him, to get them sorted.
“I’m sure there’s nothing wrong,” said Smudger, hoping to quell the flood of Too-Much-Information. “He’s just a bit tired, what with his new job and his birthday is coming up. That always makes him twitchy. It’s a big one this year - 40.”
Hermione looked doubtful, but was willing to be reassured. “Are you sure that’s it? He hasn’t said anything to you has he?”
“He might have done,” Smudger allowed, and didn’t add that he might not have been listening.
Severus had been bending his ear last weekend about something certainly, but The Lads weren’t really equipped for the sharing of feelings. They did rough sympathy, the buying of drinks, and the turning of conversation to Quidditch until the moment of weakness had passed. They didn’t do listening and offering sensible advice: that was what girls were for. Or familiars, at a pinch.
6. “You wanted to see me, sir?” she asked quietly, holding out the letter she had received at dinnertime.
Faster than Harry Potter can snag the Snitch, the Potions Master’s hand shot out and grabbed the girl’s arm. He roughly hauled her into the room without uttering a sound. Her initial shriek of alarm was cut off by the slamming of the door. Not to be deterred in my quest for some clue as to what was going on, I hurried over to the House Elf entrance into the suite and squeezed myself through. The sight I was greeted with was unsurprising. The Potions Master was standing over the cowering girl, yelling.
“What were you thinking?” he shouted. “Were you even thinking? Were you trying to embarrass me in front of my colleagues? Was this some sort of joke?” His face grew redder as he continued his tirade, and his lank hair swung in front of his face. Ever since he had been the victim of an April Fools joke gone awry, he had never tolerated ‘funning.’ “What in the name of all that is magic possessed you to give me that? And at dinner no less!?” He waved his hand at his desk and for the first time, I saw the object that had caused all the trouble.
Oh.
Oh my.
7. Snape alternately muttered and swore under his breath. He leaned back in his chair to survey his handiwork. Merlin's beard! It was getting worse every year. Soon he'd have to resort to using Master Gizzards for the Mature Wizard. He scowled at himself in the mirror. No! Snapes did NOT dye their hair. A lifetime of this, then...
"Professor Snape!" Draco burst into Snape's office. He stopped in his tracks, eyes widening at the sight of his Head of House sitting before a vanity mirror, a very large pair of silver tweezers in his hand. On the desk sat a little pile of what looked like wiry grey threads. "Professor?"
Snape hastily covered the pile of hairs with his hand and pointed the tweezers at Draco like a weapon.
8. It was a reverse-love potion just like Professor Snape had thought. The one who drank the potion was instantly loved and adored by all members of the opposite sex. Strawberries were used in the potion because of their aphrodisiac effect (according to the book). A side effect of the potion was that the drinker gave off the scent of strawberries while being under the potion’s spell.
Oh, no. Hermione thought to herself. He would not be happy about this. This particular potion had three components to it. The first they were already experiencing. There were two more effects of the potion that would happen before the potion finally wore off. The book did not give any information about the next two parts except to say that they were determined by the maker of the potion and that they were meant to be humiliating to the drinker.
Great. That would put him in a good mood. And how did he expect her to find out who it was?
9. Severus was not a patient man, but he was rather curious. So he bottled up his anger and slowly counted to 50 in his head.
In Latin.
Backwards.
“Well?” He finally asked again, “Do you remember?” What was wrong with the chit? That was the second time she had smiled at him this morning.
“Yes I did, sir.” She happily announced, swinging her legs off the bed and standing up. She walked right up to him and looked him straight in eye. Severus was impressed, not that he would have told her. “The message that Professor Dumbledore wanted me to tell you was this.”
Severus merely cocked -bad word, bad word- his left eyebrow again in a silent question.
“Happy Birthday, Severus!” The girl kissed him on the cheek and winked at him. He was about to whip out his wand -the wooden one- and hex the little tramp when she waved her fingers at him and faded from sight. She had been an illusion.
10. His birthday, Severus knew what he wanted for his birthday and if he was correct, which he usually was, she had just rang his doorbell, sort of. His wards had come down again - different wards this time, just to find out if she could disable these as well as his previous ones. Quickly walking from the Greenhouses to his rooms, he could hardly suppress the smirk on his face. Oh, how he had hoped she would come out and play with him today.
Opening the doors to his chambers, again she had put up a simple ward of her own; he looked at the silent, cloaked figure before him. Severus wondered if she was ready to play. Walking up to her he was ready to find out.
“Well, well, well…back again?” he asked.
Silence.
“Aren’t you going to answer me? Aren’t you going to look at me?” He was still asking nicely.
Silence, again. Maybe it was time for a different approach.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you!” He hadn’t screamed at her, but his voice had been demanding obedience, and obey the woman did. She turned around to face him and lowered the hood of her cloak. “What are you doing here? Another present, perhaps a birthday present?” Severus was muttering more to himself and at the same time circling around her, taking in her form, wondering what she would be wearing this time.
“Yes, Master.” Hermione’s voice sounded quiet and a little scared, even to herself.
Answers will be posted on Monday January 14, 2008.