Drabble: "No Harm, No Fowl"

100 words. For pixychelle. Inspired by a Donne Valentine poem-thinger. (Might do something with verse VII later; the first version of this had Tonks/Ginny as sparrows...)


Seeing Severus in a distracted state, Remus seized his opportunity. “I’ve been wondering-- did you ever sleep with Fawkes?”

Severus absently began, “No, that would have been-- what!? No! Who put that nonsense into your head?”

“Till now, thou warm’dst with multiplying loves,” Remus intoned, waving the anonymous note he’d received. “That bird has been giving me shit-- a good deal of it literal -- ever since we got together.”

“Anatomical challenges aside,” Severus growled, “I’ve no desire to be compared with the Headmaster.”

Remus gaped. “Fawkes and Dumbledore got it on?”

Snape kissed him. “Unto one another mutual nests.”