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"Happy birthday to you."
Severus rolled to his right.
"Happy birthday to you."
He put his pillow over his head.
"Happy birthday, dear Severus."
"Witch I swear if you sing one more word," he groaned.
"Happy birthday to you."
Severus mumbled. "Are you quite finished?"
"For now, yes," Hermione replied.
"Although, I don't know if you could hear me with that pillow over your head." Hermione yanked the pillow away from her husband and threw it across the room. "Should I sing it again just to make sure you heard every note?"
"Perhaps this time you can sing it with me." She cleared her throat. "Happy birthday to…"
He locked eyes with her. "As lovely as your voice is in the morning, I have no desire to hear that infernal song again."
Severus sat up and frowned. "Why do you insist on torturing me once a year?"
Hermione's eyes glistened. "Why do you insist on being such a grouch one day a year?"
"I am a grouch every day of the year."
"True, but on your birthday you manage to amplify your grouchiness to unprecedented levels."
"Excuse me if the thought of being another year older does not make me giddy."
"I would think it should make you very happy given the alternative."
"I have no desire to remember my age."
"Why does aging bother you? I would think that growing older would be better than growing colder, if you know what I mean."
"I have a wife who is nearly twenty years my junior, and I am a right old git. I feel no real need to celebrate those facts."
She sighed. "Every time we celebrate your birthday, you act as if I am learning for the first time that you are older than me."
"My age does not tend to come up many other times of the year. On my birthday it is the center of attention though" he argued.
She shook her head. "Nobody cares about your age. We only want to celebrate your life."
"So you say," he grumbled.
There was still a light in Hermione's eyes. "Fine, if you don't want to celebrate your birthday I will respect your decision."
"Still, I will have to rework certain arrangements."
"What arrangements would those be?"
"I will tell Victor to eat his chocolate cake himself since his aging father is too grumpy to eat it."
"He made me a cake?" Severus asked.
"He makes a cake for you every year," Hermione answered.
"That is not a guarantee that he will make it this year. Perhaps he is too busy to do so."
"No, I spoke with him yesterday He has all the ingredients, and was planning on making you a chocolate cake with white frosting."
Severus' mouth watered.
"Still it is very clear you do not want it, so I will tell him to give it to the other members of Draco's campaign. I am certain they will appreciate it," Hermione answered.
"I do not think we need to resort to such extreme measures," Severus argued.
"What else would you have me do?" Hermione grinned.
"He did write 'Happy Birthday' on the cake, did he not?"
"I'm sure he did."
"Then have him give the cake to me and I will take it off of his hands."
"No, you do not want it and I do not want to force it on you either."
"Is that the only arrangement you will need to cancel?"
"No, I'll also need to call Rose and tell her to return whatever she bought you."
"Do you have any clue what her gift may be?"
"Why would you care? We aren't celebrating your birthday, so she's going to return it to the store or wait until Christmas to give it to you."
"Perhaps the gift is timely though," Severus replied. "Perhaps it cannot wait until December."
"Then I suppose she will have to wait until a later date to give it to you. Perhaps the Spring Equinox would be an appropriate day to give you your gift."
"I hardly think waiting that long will be necessary. I am more than happy to accept her gift today."
"Why?" Hermione asked. "Today is not special to you or anyone else. Why should you receive a present if there is nothing special about today?"
"Mrs, Snape, I swear you'll be the end of me," he growled before crashing his lips into hers.
After a few long, passionate moments Hermione broke away. "I am being serious Severus, we do not have to celebrate your birthday if it will only serve to make you uncomfortable. We can just eat cake, give you your presents, and pretend it's Father's Day or some other occasion."
"You know very well that the day I admit that I enjoy celebrating my birthday is the day that I have become ill to the point of death."
"So you do enjoy celebrating it with us?"
"Do not put words into my mouth. I still despise the day, but I will admit that I am not opposed to all the positive attention I receive on this day."
Hermione chuckled. He brushed his lips against hers.
"In all seriousness," she ran her fingers through his hair. "Today is your special day. I will do whatever you would like me to do."
"Whatever I would like you to do?"
"So," Severus smirked. "If I told you to jump on one foot right now, would you do it?"
"Which foot do you want me to jump on?" Hermione asked
Severus shrugged. "The right I suppose."
Hermione took a deep breath. She stood on the bed and hopped on her right foot.
"My, my," Severus' face lit up. "Today must be special if you are willing to jump on one foot for me."
"Do not push your luck," Hermione plopped down beside him. "I will only do whatever you want within reason."
"Damn," Severus drawled. "I was so certain that this would be the day you helped me steal Neville's stash of Hershey's Kisses."
"No, I would not help you with that."
"Well, I suppose I will have to find some other way of persuading you to aid me in that endeavor, though my birthday is now far less enjoyable."
"I apologize if I have just ruined your birthday," Hermione answered.
"No," Severus hummed. "Waking up beside you is enough of a present for me."
"We have already done that," Hermione noted. "Now what should we do?"
"When is Victor coming with his cake?"
"Sometime in the evening."
"Then here is how I propose we spend the day," Severus began. "I want to spend all morning in bed with you. We can ask the elves for breakfast if you so wish, though I am not in need of sustenance at the moment."
"Then we will pore over Rose's notes and try to discover some cure for this amnesia epidemic. When Victor comes we will eat his delicious cake, and then we can spend the rest of the evening in the library."
"What do you propose we do in the library?" Hermione asked. "Are we going to research more?"
"Perhaps," Severus' eyes were glistening. "Although we do not necessarily have to do so. It all depends on our mood."
"I like this birthday itinerary already," Hermione replied.
"I hoped you would," Severus answered.
"Should we get started on celebrating your special day?" Hermione asked.
"I would love nothing more," Severus answered, capturing her lips once more.
It promised to be a very happy birthday indeed.