Preparedness -- Snape Answers the Door Challenge
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
17
Views:
3,582
Reviews:
39
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Rejecting A Delivery
In response to Pittwitch, and because Fred and George don’t know when to stop ;)
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Severus flung open the door, his usual ‘fuck-off-and-leave-me-to-my-misery-or-die’ scowl welded into place.
He found himself confronted with a young woman dressed in overly large trench coat. It was June and thirty-four degrees Celsius. He himself had peeled off a concessionary layer of oppressive black to survive.
Fucking bastards!
She opened her mouth and began jabbering in a foreign language Severus blinked twice at before shooting a wordless translation spell. The monotone manly voice sounded over her high pitched tone.
“-but Mr. Weasley said you would wash for me, I hope he was correct. Now, let me in so I can cook you dinner, yes, and then we can engage in sexual intercourse. I will do anything you ask. I hope you have ping pong balls, I’ll perform. I’ll live with you now?”
Severus cut the spell, swallowed, teetering on the precipice of temptation catching sight of underwear beneath the coat as it was flashed.
Dinner cooked? Remotely enticing. Sex? Tempting. The rest of it can fuck right off though.
Taking a step back, he slammed the door and turned to go back to his study, thinking of dead Weasleys and basking with joy.
…Did she say ping pong balls?
He’d have to look that up.
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Severus flung open the door, his usual ‘fuck-off-and-leave-me-to-my-misery-or-die’ scowl welded into place.
He found himself confronted with a young woman dressed in overly large trench coat. It was June and thirty-four degrees Celsius. He himself had peeled off a concessionary layer of oppressive black to survive.
Fucking bastards!
She opened her mouth and began jabbering in a foreign language Severus blinked twice at before shooting a wordless translation spell. The monotone manly voice sounded over her high pitched tone.
“-but Mr. Weasley said you would wash for me, I hope he was correct. Now, let me in so I can cook you dinner, yes, and then we can engage in sexual intercourse. I will do anything you ask. I hope you have ping pong balls, I’ll perform. I’ll live with you now?”
Severus cut the spell, swallowed, teetering on the precipice of temptation catching sight of underwear beneath the coat as it was flashed.
Dinner cooked? Remotely enticing. Sex? Tempting. The rest of it can fuck right off though.
Taking a step back, he slammed the door and turned to go back to his study, thinking of dead Weasleys and basking with joy.
…Did she say ping pong balls?
He’d have to look that up.