This Moment, This Day, This Lusty Month of May

[bohemianspirit]

Title: This Moment, This Day, This Lusty Month of May
Author: bohemianspirit
Genre: Het
Characters: Severus/Charity
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100 x 2
Challenge: snape100 #280: The Lusty Month of May

I have something to discuss with you, Charity had told Severus at breakfast. Fifteen minutes past breakfast, Severus had met Charity outside the castle grounds and found himself being Side-Along Apparated to a lush green glade far from the madding magical and muggle crowds.

"Happy May Day, Severus," whispered Charity.

"It's the third," he whispered into her mouth.

"Near as no matter," she murmured when, after some long seconds, they parted. "I thought Saturday preferable to Thursday for a day away from the school."

"Certainly more discreet than both of us cancelling an entire day's classes." Severus kissed her again.

* * *

He awoke on a bed of soft grass, lying on his back beneath new leaves dotting a brilliant blue sky.

They'd begun on a blanket. It must be somewhere nearby. There had been wine, and bread, and honey.

Severus smirked.

Charity, sleeping curled into his side, began to stir. "Let's come back next May," she murmured into his skin.

Severus stared into the sky. Let's be thankful we have today. He put the thought away so she wouldn't see, and he rolled onto his side. Gazing warmly into Charity's eyes, he embraced her, thinking only of this moment, this day.

Comments

[janus]

It is so very sad, reading these, to know how she will end. Poor Severus! So stoic - yet how he must have been aching.

And the second one here. He knows there is much that may come, cannot have faith in any future. But he has a small time of... closeness, knowledge he is... loved.

[bohemianspirit]

Thank you. I try to focus on the happiness they have here and now, but of course we know what's coming up. Ironically, Severus is thinking in terms of how soon Charity will lose him. This is May 1997, and the promise he made to Dumbledore is weighing heavily on him, not to mention the knowledge that his own life is continually at risk. That he will be the one to lose Charity in only a couple months' time is a horrible knowledge blessedly absent from his worries on this beautiful May Day. If Charity's at all aware of her own danger, she's being as stoic as he is, perhaps even in her (defiant?) "let's come back here next year."