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How the Sister Stole Christmas
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Category:
Harry Potter AU/AR › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,544
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I own neither the characters, settings or plots of the world of Harry Potter. I make no money from this sordid story.
Just Another Menu Item ...
Just Another Menu Item …
“Narcissa, love, please tell me there is also a traditional roast goose somewhere in the kitchen?” Lucius serenely asked his wife. She turned gaze at him in wonderment again.
“Of course, Lucius. It wouldn’t be Christmas without the roast goose,” she replied haughtily.
“I swear, if she has Dumbledore trussed up on a platter, I’m going to do Karkaroff’s Kossack dance in the middle of the table,” Snape snidely commented to Rabastan who sat at his side.
“If she does, I’ll dance naked with you,” the young Death Eater avowed.”
“As lovely as your roast bore is, perhaps the roast goose would be more appropriate. We can save the bore for our Lord,” Lucius tried to mediate.
“As you wish, my dear,” she answered him smoothly as she signaled for the elves to bring in the roast goose.
All eyes turned expectantly toward the door. Snape and Rabastan held their collective breath in heady anticipation.
“Well, we shan’t be dancing on the table tonight, Snape.” Rabastan sighed sadly as the magnificent real goose floated to the table.
“Pity that,” Snape added sourly.
Rabastan leaned ever closer, pretending to rearrange his linen napkin, “Perhaps a private performance after the meal?”
Snape turned his head slightly, to peer down his nose at the over eager wizard seated next to him. “Naked?” he whispered sultrily.
“As you wish, my lord,” Rabastan whispered back as he straightened in his chair, prepared for the passing of the platters what would accompany the beginning of their Christmas feast.
Snape nodded coolly at his compatriot, and leaned sideways to allow the house elf to refill his wine goblet. Should be some small recompense for what I must do now. Idiot boy. Narcissa is far more cunning than I gave her credit for … he thought evilly as he toasted his hostess across the table. She smiled radiantly at him, daintily dabbed at her painted lips with the linen, then with her face nearly hidden from everyone else, she winked at him conspiratorially.
”Oh what a night this will be …
A/N: sorry for the shortness and the quick edit job – trying to lure that fickle muse back into my parlor. Where do you think this should lead?
“Narcissa, love, please tell me there is also a traditional roast goose somewhere in the kitchen?” Lucius serenely asked his wife. She turned gaze at him in wonderment again.
“Of course, Lucius. It wouldn’t be Christmas without the roast goose,” she replied haughtily.
“I swear, if she has Dumbledore trussed up on a platter, I’m going to do Karkaroff’s Kossack dance in the middle of the table,” Snape snidely commented to Rabastan who sat at his side.
“If she does, I’ll dance naked with you,” the young Death Eater avowed.”
“As lovely as your roast bore is, perhaps the roast goose would be more appropriate. We can save the bore for our Lord,” Lucius tried to mediate.
“As you wish, my dear,” she answered him smoothly as she signaled for the elves to bring in the roast goose.
All eyes turned expectantly toward the door. Snape and Rabastan held their collective breath in heady anticipation.
“Well, we shan’t be dancing on the table tonight, Snape.” Rabastan sighed sadly as the magnificent real goose floated to the table.
“Pity that,” Snape added sourly.
Rabastan leaned ever closer, pretending to rearrange his linen napkin, “Perhaps a private performance after the meal?”
Snape turned his head slightly, to peer down his nose at the over eager wizard seated next to him. “Naked?” he whispered sultrily.
“As you wish, my lord,” Rabastan whispered back as he straightened in his chair, prepared for the passing of the platters what would accompany the beginning of their Christmas feast.
Snape nodded coolly at his compatriot, and leaned sideways to allow the house elf to refill his wine goblet. Should be some small recompense for what I must do now. Idiot boy. Narcissa is far more cunning than I gave her credit for … he thought evilly as he toasted his hostess across the table. She smiled radiantly at him, daintily dabbed at her painted lips with the linen, then with her face nearly hidden from everyone else, she winked at him conspiratorially.
”Oh what a night this will be …
A/N: sorry for the shortness and the quick edit job – trying to lure that fickle muse back into my parlor. Where do you think this should lead?