By Fleur



Rating: PG13
Pairing: Lupin/ Snape
Summary: Remus has birthday and Snape bakes a cake
Disclaimer: They all belong to J.K. Rowlings.
Feedback: Of course!
Author's note: Well, I was sitting in my law class, and then suddenly there was this mental image of Snape baking a cake...
Warning: Itīs slash.

Snape stared down on the table in disgust. How could it be that he, Severus Snape, Master of Potions in Hogwarts, could not manage this? How could it be that he, who could brew every potion you could think of, no matter how complicated it was, was not able to fix a simple birthday cake? And how could it be that he bothered about it?

Ok, the last one was simple. Because of *him*. The werewolf. The DADA teacher. Lupin...Remus. It was his birthday tomorrow, and since Snape didnīt knew what he could give him as a present, the Potions Master was now standing in the dungeons and baking a cake. Well, trying to do so.

He had thought about simply buying one or making things easier by using some magic. But then he had remembered a discussion he and Remus had had about cooking.

"Why do you do this?"

"Why do I do *what*, Severus?"

"Why do you cook?"

"Maybe because I want to *eat* something?"

"You could go to the kitchen and ask the house elves for some food, you know."

"I donīt want *any* food, I want *this*."

"And why donīt you take your wand and..."

"Making food by using magic? I donīt like that. I *like* cooking, you know. Iīve got to be very hungry to make food with magic."

"Oh, well, if you *like* cooking..."

"Yes, I do. I think itīs very satisfying to make something with your hands."

"Hm, I bet, I could think of much more satisfying things you could do with your hands..."

"Severus! Get off of me! The food will burn!"

"Let it burn. Donīt you like that?"

"Not *now*! Not...ok, I like it, but really...not now!"

"Ok. When?"

"When *what*?"

"When do you like it?"

"After eating?"

"Then you should hurry up with cooking."

"Severus, youīre impossible. What would *you* say, if *I* would disturb you when youīre brewing a potion and command you to hurry, because I want to do something else with you?"

"Thatīs not the same!"

"Why?"

"Because thatīs my *job*. And because you canīt simply wave your wand and make a potion, that doesnīt work. Food, on the other side..."

"Oh, there are some sorts of food you canīt make with magic, too!"

"For example?"

"Birthday cakes."

"Birthday cakes?!"

"Yes, birthday cakes. You canīt make them with magic. Thatīs just not right. You have to make them with all your love and that doesnīt work, if you only wave your wand."

"Alright, you canīt make birthday cakes with magic...Remus?"

"Yes?"

"Are you making a birthday cake right *now*?"

"No, why do you a...hmph!"

::kissing sounds::

"Then you should fix this meal with magic, because I donīt want to wait."

::more kissing sounds::

::sighs::

"Ok..."

Snape grinned when he remembered, what had happened after Remus had put the fire off. Then he remembered what he was doing right now and his grin disappeared. He looked again at the thing that was supposed to become a cake. Unfortunately it did not want to.

'You have to make them with all your love...' Maybe that was the problem. The Potions Master wasnīt a very loving person.

Snape sighed deeply and decided then to try again. Maybe he wasnīt a very loving person, but if he *had* any feelings, that could be called love, then they were for Remus Lupin.

Remus Lupin woke up and was happy. First he didnīt know why, but then he remembered. Today was his birthday. He got up, showered, dressed and went for breakfast, smiling all the time. Ok, maybe it *was* childish and ridiculous, but he loved having birthdays.

When he entered the great hall, he was greeted by his congratulating colleagues. Dumbledore wished him luck with a twinkle in his eyes, Professor McGonagall gave him a warm smile and Professor Trelawney offered him a very special present: She would tell him the exact time of his death and the way he would die. After Remus had rejected this with thanks, Hagrid pulled him into such a tight hug, that Remus suddenly knew what Trelawney would have
told him.

After that, they all sat down at the breakfast table. Remus started to eat when he suddenly realized something. He frowned. Where was Snape? He wasnīt in the hall. Maybe he was late. But on the other side, it wasnīt Snapeīs way to be late.

When the Potion Master didnīt appear during the whole breakfast, Lupin got a bit worried. Maybe something was wrong. Snape could be ill, for example.

After finishing breakfast, Remus didnīt wait for any other person. Instead of this, he went to Snapeīs rooms immediately. When he arrived there, he knocked and waited impatiently for an answer. No answer. He knocked again, and again, there came no answer. Much more concerned now, he simply entered the room. It was empty. Snape wasnīt there. Remus frowned, thought one moment, turned and left the room. When Snape wasnīt in his rooms, then he was probably in the dungeons. But why? It was Sunday. No classes today. So why should he be in the dungeons at this time of the day?

Finally, Remus arrived at his destination. Since he was really concerned now, he wasted no time with knocking and went in.

The first thing he realized was the great mess in the room. And then he saw Snape. The Potions Master sat on a chair, arms and head were on a table and he was sleeping. Lupin came nearer and looked at Snape to find out whether something was wrong. But Severus Snape was only sleeping. Remus shook his head amused and a little bit confused. Then he saw the thing that was on the table next to the sleepers head. A cake. Well, at least, there *was* some similarity to a cake. A cake with frosting and...candles. Candles?

He must have made a noise, because suddenly Snape woke up with a confused expression on his face.

Snape opened his eyes and felt disorientated. Where was he? And why wasnīt he in his rooms? Then he remembered. He was in the dungeons and had tried to bake a cake and when he finally had managed it, he had fall asleep. On a chair. Well, that explained, why his body was hurting.

He sat up and stretched groaning. Then he realized that he wasnīt alone. Remus Lupin stood before him and stared at him with a strange expression on his face.

"What?" Snape snarled defensively.

Lupin only looked at him.

"*What*?" Snape repeated, getting a little bit irritated.

"Youīve...", Remus cleared his throat, "youīve made a cake."

"Yes. And?"

"Itīs a birthday cake." Remus had again this strange expression.

"Well, it *is* a cake and there *are* some candles on it, so I think, yes, you *could* call it a birthday cake." Snape said ironically.

"Youīve made a birthday cake...for me?"

Snape suddenly felt very insecure. Remus didnīt seem to be very enthusiastic about the cake. So the Potions Master said in a cool tone: "Well, there arenīt so many people who have birthday today."

"Youīve made a birthday cake for me." Remus whispered and suddenly there were tears in his eyes.

Snape startled. He leapt up and looked at the other man with wide eyes and was very confused.

"Remus! What...what do you have? Have I said or done anything wrong?"

"No! You didnīt make a mistake! Itīs only...", Remus cleared his throat again, "youīve made a *birthday cake* for me."

"Well, it *is* your birthday today, isnīt it?" Snape didnīt understand
Remus behaviour.

"Yes, it is. Itīs only...*nobody* ever made a birthday cake for me since I was a little child." Remus said with a shaking voice.

Snape frowned. "Iīm very sure that youīll get a birthday cake from the house elves. And Iīm also sure itīll be much better than mine." he added with a sigh.

Remus chuckled, but got serious again.

"Thatīs not what I meant. Yes, of course, the house elves will bake, too. But they only do it because I have *birthday*. Youīve done it because itīs *me*, who has birthday. Thatīs a difference, you know." Remus smiled at Snape affectionately.

Severus understood what Remus meant and smiled back. Then suddenly his smile broadened to a grin.

"Seems to be some kind of 'first time' for you, isnīt it?"

Remus also grinned. "When I take a look at this cake, I suppose itīs a first time for you, too." He took a step and was standing very near to the Potions Master now. "Must be a special talent of us, " Remus whispered hoarsely into the other manīs ear, "having first times together." Then he kissed Severus with passion and his kiss was returned equally.

When the kiss was ended by their need to breathe, Severus said with a shaking voice: "Happy birthday Remus."

And then there were no words for a long time.