It's Christmas season!

I haven't written anything Christmasy since A Changing World and I think that's very rude of me. So here you go, a christmas story, served with a lot of fluff, sprinkled with some smut, wrapped up in humour, and told in seven short chapters. Everything is written, so I'll have all the chapters up till the 25th, you have nothing to worry about.
Hope you'll enjoy this!

🎄 🎄 🎄Five Thing Severus Hates About Christmas 🎄 🎄 🎄

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There were many things Severus Snape disliked. Children was obviously one of them. It wasn't that there weren't any individuals who showed potential and were quiet surprisingly a decent conversationalist too, it was more of a dislike of the whole student body altogether. One by one they might be clever, or interested in their studies, or even funny, but when together they were incredibly stupid.

A prime example could be the great Dragonpox epidemic that recently rendered half the school unable to function, given more students were in the Infirmary, than in lectures. It all started with one individual, a very bright and promising Ravenclaw. She was hospitalized and isolated and could have been gone home by Christmas. But, obviously, her fellow Ravenclaws (supposedly cleverest of all the houses) had to pay her a secret visit one night and the pox got out. It took them a week to round up all the sick children but by the time they did, the school almost emptied.

Even Potter (Professor Potter now, if one gave respect where it was due) wasn't among the things Severus hated, though the boy did everything to achieve said status as a child. With age, like a delicious scotch, he matured though, and allowing him to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts was one of the best decisions Severus had ever made. Potter was liked among the students, his teaching habits, although in high contrast to Severus' brought good results. The rest of the staff obviously adored him and even Severus didn't have a reason to complain. He did notice that some of the students were fawning after Potter, making Valentine's Day almost unbearable, but he knew (hoped) that the young professor was intelligent enough not exploit or reciprocate these feelings. Besides, even Severus had to admit the children's preference wasn't ill-founded – not that he noticed of course, but Minerva took it upon herself to regularly remind Severus what a fetchingly handsome man Harry had become.

Regardless (and contrary to popular belief), not many things could bring forth the strong and fiery feeling of hate in Severus. He was not a hateful person, just perhaps a realist, who saw the world to what it was, and did not like it at all. There were even some things he loved with reserved passion like magic, his morning cup of coffee, and muggle fantasy literature.

Now, Christmas… Christmas he hated with passion. Not the whole festivity of course, he did have a heart and all, but there were five things he absolutely loathed about the holiday.

It was not like this all his life. He had a youth, when Christmas meant the same as it did to everyone. Love, food, gifts and all that nonsense. But of course, his father managed to ruin that, the same way he managed to ruin almost everything.

He was nine by that time, his powers still repressed most of the time, but accidental magic became more and more an issue. Christmas arrived, and Severus awaited the morning like all the other children. There were even if not many but still some boxes under the tree, boxes mostly for him. There were two he remembered vividly. The Lord of the Rings trilogy and a plastic dragon.

There was something he found fascinating about muggles even back then. He knew he was a wizard and it was incredible to think that muggles (because, surprisingly Tolkien was just a muggle) could come up with these creatures and stories when they were not part of the Wizarding world. He had adored the Hobbit, read it when he was seven. Fantasy became his favourite genre because of it and there was something in that gold loving serpent Smaug, he simply loved as a child.

He was beyond happy that Christmas day. With his father out of the house, Eileen started reading him the first book while he played with the dragon. It was a beautiful night and even the week that followed was packed with adventures that he and Smaug the dragon went on together. He would not put down the plastic toy, it sat with them even at the kitchen table. Until it did not.

Accidental magic happens when one's emotions are high – hate or love it matters not. This time it was love. The plastic toy came alive. It moved on its own and pushed itself from Severus' palm up in the air and flew over his head, wings brushing Severus' black hair. His happy giggling drew in his father and the dragon attacked the enemy. The toy ended up in the bin, and his mother with a black eye. They never celebrated Christmas after that.

🎄 🎄 🎄To Be Continued🎄 🎄 🎄