Draco had been honored to be asked to act as Godfather. He had become very attached to Joshua in the four months since his birth. As for Argus Filch, he had been stunned to be asked to be an honorary Godfather. He accepted eagerly, a wide gap toothed grin on his face. He took his responsibilities quite seriously, spoiling the child as often as he could. And since he lived in the same place as the Snape family, he was sure to keep an eye out for little Joshua's well being as often as he could.
Christmas was less than a week away. There was a flurry of excitement throughout the castle as everyone prepared for the break. It was the last day of classes and Lana sat at her desk, watching the students busily chatter away, unable to concentrate on much of anything.
"Ahem," she cleared her throat. "You're supposed to be working alone on this translation. There should be no talking during this exercise!"
Twenty heads turned and buried themselves in their books once again. Lana laughed to herself. This was a second year class and they had not developed the self control that some of the older students had. Soon they were back to whispering amongst themselves again. She put on a stern face.
"Do you not think, Mr. Tobias, that I can't see your lips wagging away from where I sit?" she reprimanded the loudest offender. "Now finish your translation so you can get out of here and prepare for holiday!"
Jake Tobias turned bright red and buried his nose in his book. The other children did the same. These were the perils of teaching the last class before break. After another five minutes, the class was again talking. Lana gave up. She raised her wand and suddenly some Runes appeared on the board.
"Who can translate these for me?" Lana asked.
A couple of hands shot up. "Mr. Tobias, you may redeem yourself with the translation."
Jake read the Runes perfectly. "Merry Christmas, class is dismissed." A big grin spread over his face, as a few children darted for the door. "Thanks, Professor Snape!" he cried as he too gathered his things and burst out the door. She smiled as the class emptied out. A few students yelled a Merry Christmas to her as they escaped quickly before she could change her mind and resume class once again. Once the room was empty, she rose and took a small pile of books from her desk. Turning to the book shelves she commenced putting them away in their proper places.
"Professor Snape, a word please?"
Lana turned to see her husband in the doorway, leaning on the frame with his arms crossed. She smiled at him and placed the leftover books back on her desk.
Walking toward him she asked, "Headmaster, what can I do for you this afternoon?"
Severus looked at Lana sternly. "Shouldn't you be in the middle of class? I was sorely upset to see students fleeing from your classroom as if they had been set on fire."
"Oh, they were awful! They couldn't even concentrate for five minutes straight. I had no choice but to let them go."
"There's always a choice, Professor. I assure you when I taught; my students were never allowed to cavort in the hallways instead of being in class as they should be." Severus' eyes twinkled, the only sign that he was teasing her. Lana, however, missed the cue and became irritated.
"Look, it's the last class of the last day before break. If you're so keen on keeping them in class when they aren't concentrating on anything, then you can teach them." She stalked back to her desk and picked up the books again. "If I recall correctly, you cancelled all of your classes before Christmas the last year you taught."
He wandered up to her side and told her, "That was so I could spend time with you."
Lana smirked to herself despite her irritation. "Double standard," she muttered under her breath.
"What was that?" Severus asked, taunting her.
She turned and growled at him, "I said that is a double standard."
He chuckled at her. "Put your claws away, woman, I'm just teasing you. It's the Headmaster's prerogative to bother his teachers."
Her mouth dropped open in indignation. "Why don't you go bug McGonagall then?" Then in exasperation she countered, "You're impossible, you know that?"
He stepped within inches of her and taunted some more, "What are you going to do about it?"
His provocative stance sent a shiver down her spine. She sized him up for a minute, preparing a good comeback, but none was forthcoming. Deciding to ignore him, she turned back to the bookshelf.
"Oh no you don't! You don't get off that easily," Severus challenged, chuckling to himself. He spun her around so she was looking at him. "So, what are you going to do about it?" He was smirking at her now.
"Now I'm hurt." He frowned and looked miserable for her.
She couldn't help but laugh at his pathetic face.
"Now you're laughing at me, you evil woman!"
She laughed louder.
"Oh you'll be sorry for that!" he cried and his lips were on hers. She dropped the books in her hands and curled her arms around his neck.
"You know," she said in between kisses, "I'm really not sorry at all."
Severus pulled away from her and turned and strode out the door. She followed him with her eyes, a disappointed look on her face.
"Now you are," he teased as he left the room.
Lana huffed in exasperation and followed him chuckling to herself. "Prat!" she yelled after him.
Severus stopped and waited for her to catch up. He extended his hand to Lana and she took it. They walked hand in hand as she glared at him out of the corner of her eye. Severus only smirked. Finally, she could bear it no more and punched him on the shoulder with her free hand.
"What was that for?" he asked with wide innocent eyes.
"You know what it was for." She looked straight forward and continued walking.
Before Severus could come up with a retort, Knave apparated on Lana's shoulder. She smiled and extended her hand out so the bird could hop down and see the two of them better.
I'm glad you aren't in class. Joshua has been crying and Winnie says he needs his Mommy.
"Can't that house elf learn that a little crying won't hurt the child?" demanded Severus.
Lana gave him a disapproving look. "Winnie has been marvelous with him. We're lucky to have her," she retorted.
Knave then piped in, He's been crying for over an hour. She has tried everything. He just wants you.
Lana smiled, "Tell her we'll be there in a few minutes."
Knave nodded and disappeared. She smiled after him. Severus was frowning.
"Why couldn't he just have come and gotten me?" he asked.
"You know Joshua when he gets like this. He only wants me."
"He only ever wants you," Severus scowled.
"Are you jealous?" Lana asked incredulously.
"No, of course not," Severus snipped.
"You realize there will come a day when he no longer wants snuggles from me, but the attention of his father and no one else?"
"Until then I'll just remain a fifth wheel," Severus sighed.
"You do get carried away in self pity now and then, don't you?"
Severus glared at her.
"Come on, Severus, he adores you!"
"What he adores is sucking on my nose. He could do very well without me if I just separated my nose from my face and left it for him."
Lana stopped and turned toward him. "Stop that right now. You are his father and he loves you. You were the first one he smiled at, for Merlin's sake. Stop doubting yourself."
Severus paused a moment, considering her words, then took a step closer to Lana. He put his hands on her shoulders. "Thank you," he said.
"I didn't do anything," Lana snorted.
"You do everything, from loving me, to making sure that I don't overreact to everything."
She studied him carefully. "Well then, thank you too."
Severus arched an eyebrow at her. "For what?" he asked.
"You do the same for me." she replied. She hugged him furiously.
"Lana?" he said.
"Mmm?" she mumbled while still hugging him.
"I can't breath."
She loosened her grip and looked up at him, smiling.
"I love you, Severus," she replied.
"I love you too, Lana," he replied with mirth in his eyes.
He leaned down and kissed her softly, ignoring the sniggers of the students that passed by.
The EndA/N: Thanks for reading. I hope you liked the ending. I always have fun writing their teasing. Don't forget to leave a review before you bid this story adieu. (Yes, I'm a poet and didn't even realize it.)