Snape Me
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
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2,093
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9
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The First Detention
Disclaimer: I do not own Snape, Hogwarts, Harry Potter, or any of the related stuff \'n things. The character of Adrian Maraschino and the plot of this fic are my own invention, however. I have no affiliation with J. K. Rowling or Warner Bros. (Or, haven\'t you heard, they\'re hiring amateur porn writers now!)
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Hogwarts, Snape’s Office. 9:05 p.m. November 2.
“She’s late. Of course,” Snape muttered to himself. He rested his head on his hand, grading papers with his other hand. Further back on his desk sat some food and drink which he had the house elves deliver directly to his office, as he was too swamped with work to attend dinner in the Great Hall. But that had been a couple hours ago, and he was still at it. He refused to let himself eat until he was finished grading.
Finally there came a knock at his door-- a single light tap. “Get in here, Miss Maraschino,” he barked. “When I say nine, I mean nine.”
She opened the door and came in, her head held high. “I was washing my hair,” she replied loftily. “Something I wouldn’t expect you to know anything about.”
Snape automatically combed his fingers through his dark, oily hair. As Adrian walked over to his desk, he caught a whiff of vanilla-scented shampoo from her damp hair, which was braided into two long pigtails. She was wearing different jewelry from earlier that day. Why did she obsessively primp herself? And why did he notice?
“So. Here I am,” she announced simply. “I don’t want to stay any longer than I have to, so tell me what you want me to do.”
For some reason, those words sent a thrill up Snape’s spine. He ignored it. Pushing a messy pile of parchment toward her, he murmured, “I have nothing suitably horrible for you to do tonight. Sort these papers into piles according to class, and then I’ll have you clean out my private storage room.”
She smiled a cold, empty smile. “Oh, no worries, Professor. Just being here with you is suitably horrible.” She grabbed the papers and began to organize them.
They worked in stony, uncomfortable silence for a while. Snape was seriously regretting his judgment. Why hadn’t he just handed her over to Filch for detention, or have her do some work in the Potions classroom, as usual? Calling her into his office was a stupid move. It was distracting him.
No, no it wasn’t. Why should it?
Try as he might, there was no denying the carnal urges of the body. He hadn’t felt the soft touch of a woman for... a long time. He hardly remembered what it felt like. All those he’d ever loved had been taken away from him. Narcissa, claimed by Lucius Malfoy. Bellatrix, locked away in Azkaban.
Lily...
He gritted his teeth. There was no time for such thoughts. He thought he’d accepted the fact that he would always be alone. No action for Severus Snape. The closest thing he had to “action” was this beautiful seventh year student sitting on the other side of his desk. Just sitting, not even looking at him, but close enough to touch.
He closed his eyes in momentary frustration. Great. He now officially qualified for the dirty old man stereotype.
Old? No, he wouldn’t be that ridiculous. But dirty... Perhaps. It was only the result of years of lonely deprivation. And a man? Doubtless. He smiled quietly to himself.
“It’s funny, is it?” came Adrian’s voice. “Keeping students up past their bedtimes?”
The smile disappeared from his face instantly. He massaged his temple and began scribbling notes on some fifth-year’s report. Merlin’s beard, was she trying to make conversation with him?
“No, not particularly,” he returned through gritted teeth, sharply enunciating each consonant. “The degree to which students can amuse me is very limited.”
She fell into silence again. Thank God. Every word she spoke cut into his concentration, which was already shaky due to her very presence.
His clocked ticked away fifteen minutes, sounding unnaturally loud in the stifling silence. “I’m done with this,” said Adrian. “Where’s your storeroom?”
Without looking up from his work, he flicked his wand toward a door at the back of the office, which unlocked itself and flew open, revealing a dark shelf-lined room. “You will find cleaning supplies already set out for you. Dust everything, including the shelves and floor, but do not disrupt the organization and do not take anything.” He glanced up at her. “And if I find that any rare components have mysteriously found their way onto your person, I will personally force them down your gullet... and then we’ll just see what happens to you.”
Adrian held up her hands in victimized defense. “Relax! What would I want with any of those gross animal parts?” She withdrew her wand, muttered, “Lumos,” and stalked into the storage room.
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Notes: Can\'t you feel the love? ...No? ...Well, you will in a few chapters, don\'t worry. Meanwhile, behold my halfhearted attempt at character development!
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Hogwarts, Snape’s Office. 9:05 p.m. November 2.
“She’s late. Of course,” Snape muttered to himself. He rested his head on his hand, grading papers with his other hand. Further back on his desk sat some food and drink which he had the house elves deliver directly to his office, as he was too swamped with work to attend dinner in the Great Hall. But that had been a couple hours ago, and he was still at it. He refused to let himself eat until he was finished grading.
Finally there came a knock at his door-- a single light tap. “Get in here, Miss Maraschino,” he barked. “When I say nine, I mean nine.”
She opened the door and came in, her head held high. “I was washing my hair,” she replied loftily. “Something I wouldn’t expect you to know anything about.”
Snape automatically combed his fingers through his dark, oily hair. As Adrian walked over to his desk, he caught a whiff of vanilla-scented shampoo from her damp hair, which was braided into two long pigtails. She was wearing different jewelry from earlier that day. Why did she obsessively primp herself? And why did he notice?
“So. Here I am,” she announced simply. “I don’t want to stay any longer than I have to, so tell me what you want me to do.”
For some reason, those words sent a thrill up Snape’s spine. He ignored it. Pushing a messy pile of parchment toward her, he murmured, “I have nothing suitably horrible for you to do tonight. Sort these papers into piles according to class, and then I’ll have you clean out my private storage room.”
She smiled a cold, empty smile. “Oh, no worries, Professor. Just being here with you is suitably horrible.” She grabbed the papers and began to organize them.
They worked in stony, uncomfortable silence for a while. Snape was seriously regretting his judgment. Why hadn’t he just handed her over to Filch for detention, or have her do some work in the Potions classroom, as usual? Calling her into his office was a stupid move. It was distracting him.
No, no it wasn’t. Why should it?
Try as he might, there was no denying the carnal urges of the body. He hadn’t felt the soft touch of a woman for... a long time. He hardly remembered what it felt like. All those he’d ever loved had been taken away from him. Narcissa, claimed by Lucius Malfoy. Bellatrix, locked away in Azkaban.
Lily...
He gritted his teeth. There was no time for such thoughts. He thought he’d accepted the fact that he would always be alone. No action for Severus Snape. The closest thing he had to “action” was this beautiful seventh year student sitting on the other side of his desk. Just sitting, not even looking at him, but close enough to touch.
He closed his eyes in momentary frustration. Great. He now officially qualified for the dirty old man stereotype.
Old? No, he wouldn’t be that ridiculous. But dirty... Perhaps. It was only the result of years of lonely deprivation. And a man? Doubtless. He smiled quietly to himself.
“It’s funny, is it?” came Adrian’s voice. “Keeping students up past their bedtimes?”
The smile disappeared from his face instantly. He massaged his temple and began scribbling notes on some fifth-year’s report. Merlin’s beard, was she trying to make conversation with him?
“No, not particularly,” he returned through gritted teeth, sharply enunciating each consonant. “The degree to which students can amuse me is very limited.”
She fell into silence again. Thank God. Every word she spoke cut into his concentration, which was already shaky due to her very presence.
His clocked ticked away fifteen minutes, sounding unnaturally loud in the stifling silence. “I’m done with this,” said Adrian. “Where’s your storeroom?”
Without looking up from his work, he flicked his wand toward a door at the back of the office, which unlocked itself and flew open, revealing a dark shelf-lined room. “You will find cleaning supplies already set out for you. Dust everything, including the shelves and floor, but do not disrupt the organization and do not take anything.” He glanced up at her. “And if I find that any rare components have mysteriously found their way onto your person, I will personally force them down your gullet... and then we’ll just see what happens to you.”
Adrian held up her hands in victimized defense. “Relax! What would I want with any of those gross animal parts?” She withdrew her wand, muttered, “Lumos,” and stalked into the storage room.
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Notes: Can\'t you feel the love? ...No? ...Well, you will in a few chapters, don\'t worry. Meanwhile, behold my halfhearted attempt at character development!