Title: Wassail, Round 5
Author: Constant Vigilance
Status: FIN
Email: tirel@pcnuthut.com
Website: https://www.angelfire.com/tv2/firebird_ascending/
Rating: PG
Pairing: H/D
Spoilers: None. AU 7th
year.
Warnings: Slash, RH/SS lurve, WAFF
Disclaimer: I own nothing. JKR is
God.
Summary: Harry and Draco get an
interesting surprise.
Notes: Written for The
Hexfiles December Challenge. 500 words using ‘wassail’, ‘charm’, and
‘solstice.’
Dumbledore twitched his whiskers. “Well, we must immediately
retrieve him! He could freeze to death out there! After all, Solstice is
the longest night of the year!” One could hear the sound of plates being pushed
away over the professors’ groans. “Who should go?” Dumbledore looked
thoughtful. “I suppose Severus. He has the potions needed to revive poor
Hagrid. Poppy, just to make sure Hagrid’s suffered no ill effects. Oh, and
Filius could levitate him back to the infirmary. And of course, Draco and Harry
must show everyone where Hagrid is…”
“No!” Snape stood quickly.
“Er…that isn’t necessary,” he backpedaled as astonished eyes turned on him from
all over the Hall. “I have the potions and enough medical and charms experience
to get the dolt fixed up and hauled off safely back to his hovel.” He turned
his nose up disdainfully. “And I don’t need a guide. I’ve lived here for 20
years. Just tell me where he is and I’ll find him.” He shifted uncomfortably.
“A-and I could do with some fresh air anyway.”
“Excellent idea, Severus!” Dumbledore crowed. Draco smiled
sweetly and gave detailed directions. Snape nodded briefly and exited the hall
in a whirl of black. Harry and Draco exchanged sneaky smiles and headed out
after him, ignoring Dumbledore’s chuckle.
They trailed him back to where Hagrid lay and watched as
Snape gave a sigh, sinking to his knees at the giant’s side. The professor
removed the wassail jug and set a gentle hand on Hagrid’s forehead, checking
his body temperature.
“Stupid lug,” he groused, a fond note in his voice. “Could
have frozen to death.” He cast a quick warming charm and then an enervate.
Hagrid still refused to wake.
“No, Petal…lemme sleep,” he moaned.
“You’ve slept long enough you great lug,” Snape smiled
softly. “Wake up and let me make sure you’re all right.” Hagrid’s eyelids
fluttered open at the sound of Snape's voice and he smiled sweetly up at the
potions master.
“Petal,” he said sleepily. “There you are.” He lifted a
rough hand up to lightly brush Snape's cheek. “And as soft as ever.”
“Come on, idiot,” Snape tickled Hagrid under his fuzzy beard.
“Let’s get you sober and warm. Really, what were you thinking? Falling asleep
outside on the longest night of the year?” As the made their way back to
Hagrid’s hut, Snape had his arm around Hagrid. Rather ineffectual in holding
him up, but obviously full of concern.
Draco snorted and looked at Harry, ready to make a snide
remark, when he saw Harry’s eyes shining with tears and a tender smile on his
face. “Harry?” he questioned uncertainly.
“That was the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen,” Harry
breathed.
Draco frowned and looked back at the retreating backs of the
most bizarre couple…ever. He cocked his head and thought. If Hagrid and Snape
could make it, why not he and Harry?
He turned back to the Gryffindor and stepped in front of
him. Slowly, he leaned forward…
…and kissed him.
