Fic: Secret, Dirty Santa
Title: Secret, Dirty Santa
Author:![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
alisanne
Rating: PG
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Severus Snape/Harry Potter.
Word Count: 540
Warnings: None.
Summary: Severus hates shopping, but likes Harry.
A/N: Written for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
adventdrabbles/![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-community.gif)
adventdrabbles' prompt # 21: Secret Santa Gift. This is part 20 of my How Harry Claimed Severus series (LJ/IJ/DW).
Beta(s):torino10154.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Secret, Dirty Santa
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Arriving at Diagon Alley, Harry and Severus exit the Apparation point and walk straight into a throng of people.
“Christmas in Diagon,” says Severus, tone dry. “So relaxing.”
Laughing, Harry pulls him toward the first shop on his list, Flourish and Blotts. “If we’re strategic, we can get our gifts and get out before the urge to hex anyone overwhelms us.”
“Alas, it’s too late for that.” Severus glares at a portly wizard who tramples his foot. “Plus, I have all my gifts except for whatever I’m required to bring to this Burrow party I’m evidently attending. Who’s this gift supposed to be for, anyway?”
“There’s a secret Santa game we all play at the holidays,” says Harry, trying to avoid being jostled. “We pile gifts in the centre of the room and draw numbers. We then open the gifts in order of who got which number, and the game is you can either take a new unopened gift or steal one from someone else.”
Severus blinks. “I…that sounds more like dirty Santa than secret.”
Harry inclines his head. “I suppose. Although no one knows who brought which gift, so it’s secret, dirty Santa?”
Laughing, Severus steers Harry into the shop. “And that,” he murmurs so only Harry can hear him, “sounds like a game you and I should play after the party. Creating the rules should be…interesting.”
So caught up in that imagery, it takes Harry a moment to recall why he’s in the shop in the first place. The attendant stares at him with an annoyed expression for several moments before Severus’ nudge brings him back. “Right,” says Harry. “Sorry. Do you have a copy of the Quentin translation of Advanced Arithmancy?”
“For Hermione, I presume?” Severus asks.
“No, it’s for Ron,” replies Harry with a straight face. He giggles at Severus’ expression. “Yes. It’s for Hermione. Obviously.”
“Hm.” Severus scowls. “Where do you plan to purchase your dirty Santa gift?”
“Oh, I’ve already got mine. Anyway, there’s only one place for joke gifts.” Harry grins. “The Wheezes.”
Severus shudders. “I’m not going in there.”
“Okay.” Harry shrugs. “But you’d solve this shopping dilemma pretty quickly if you did.”
Severus huffs, and as Harry purchases the book for Hermione, he hears Severus grumbling under his breath behind him. Turning back towards him, Harry smiles brightly. “So, where to now?”
Rolling his eyes, Severus says, “Fine! To the Wheezes it is.”
“Brilliant.” Smirking, Harry takes Severus by the arm, steering him out of Flourish and Blotts and towards Weasley’s Wheezes. “And don’t fret,” he murmurs. “George hardly experiments on customers anymore. Much.”
Severus glares at him. “That’s more that I can say. If he tries anything, I may end up experimenting on him.”
Laughing, Harry replies, “I doubt it’ll come to that. Now c’mon, let’s get this done so we can get to our plans for the rest of the day.” He winks. “Like discussing those secret, dirty Santa rules.”
“And having a chat with Scorpius.”
Harry groans. “Bloody hell. I forgot about that.”
“There’s no reward without a sacrifice.” Looking up at the Wheezes, Severus shakes his head. “And it looks like it’s time for mine.”
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Continued in Shopping Spree (LJ/IJ/DW).
Author:
alisanneRating: PG
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Severus Snape/Harry Potter.
Word Count: 540
Warnings: None.
Summary: Severus hates shopping, but likes Harry.
A/N: Written for
adventdrabbles/adventdrabbles' prompt # 21: Secret Santa Gift. This is part 20 of my How Harry Claimed Severus series (LJ/IJ/DW).![Secret Santa Gift](https://i.imgur.com/WRC2qib.jpg""){kind=link}
Beta(s):
torino10154.Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Secret, Dirty Santa
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Arriving at Diagon Alley, Harry and Severus exit the Apparation point and walk straight into a throng of people.
“Christmas in Diagon,” says Severus, tone dry. “So relaxing.”
Laughing, Harry pulls him toward the first shop on his list, Flourish and Blotts. “If we’re strategic, we can get our gifts and get out before the urge to hex anyone overwhelms us.”
“Alas, it’s too late for that.” Severus glares at a portly wizard who tramples his foot. “Plus, I have all my gifts except for whatever I’m required to bring to this Burrow party I’m evidently attending. Who’s this gift supposed to be for, anyway?”
“There’s a secret Santa game we all play at the holidays,” says Harry, trying to avoid being jostled. “We pile gifts in the centre of the room and draw numbers. We then open the gifts in order of who got which number, and the game is you can either take a new unopened gift or steal one from someone else.”
Severus blinks. “I…that sounds more like dirty Santa than secret.”
Harry inclines his head. “I suppose. Although no one knows who brought which gift, so it’s secret, dirty Santa?”
Laughing, Severus steers Harry into the shop. “And that,” he murmurs so only Harry can hear him, “sounds like a game you and I should play after the party. Creating the rules should be…interesting.”
So caught up in that imagery, it takes Harry a moment to recall why he’s in the shop in the first place. The attendant stares at him with an annoyed expression for several moments before Severus’ nudge brings him back. “Right,” says Harry. “Sorry. Do you have a copy of the Quentin translation of Advanced Arithmancy?”
“For Hermione, I presume?” Severus asks.
“No, it’s for Ron,” replies Harry with a straight face. He giggles at Severus’ expression. “Yes. It’s for Hermione. Obviously.”
“Hm.” Severus scowls. “Where do you plan to purchase your dirty Santa gift?”
“Oh, I’ve already got mine. Anyway, there’s only one place for joke gifts.” Harry grins. “The Wheezes.”
Severus shudders. “I’m not going in there.”
“Okay.” Harry shrugs. “But you’d solve this shopping dilemma pretty quickly if you did.”
Severus huffs, and as Harry purchases the book for Hermione, he hears Severus grumbling under his breath behind him. Turning back towards him, Harry smiles brightly. “So, where to now?”
Rolling his eyes, Severus says, “Fine! To the Wheezes it is.”
“Brilliant.” Smirking, Harry takes Severus by the arm, steering him out of Flourish and Blotts and towards Weasley’s Wheezes. “And don’t fret,” he murmurs. “George hardly experiments on customers anymore. Much.”
Severus glares at him. “That’s more that I can say. If he tries anything, I may end up experimenting on him.”
Laughing, Harry replies, “I doubt it’ll come to that. Now c’mon, let’s get this done so we can get to our plans for the rest of the day.” He winks. “Like discussing those secret, dirty Santa rules.”
“And having a chat with Scorpius.”
Harry groans. “Bloody hell. I forgot about that.”
“There’s no reward without a sacrifice.” Looking up at the Wheezes, Severus shakes his head. “And it looks like it’s time for mine.”
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Continued in Shopping Spree (LJ/IJ/DW).
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But I'm letting the prompts lead me. It's...interesting. *g*
Thanks, hon!
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I may have to make this party a porny one for the boys...
Thank you!
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Thanks!
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They sure are. :/