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Snape Me
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Category:
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
2,094
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
You Never Know
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. 9:50 p.m. November 2.
She was doing a good job: being very careful and thorough and quick. She’d have it all done before the clock struck ten.
Snape picked at the remains of his meal. He wished she was having trouble and kept messing things up. He wanted to yell at her. He wanted to shatter her damned arrogant composure.
He wanted her to stay longer, he grudgingly admitted to himself at last.
Finally he got up, wand in hand, and swept to the doorway of the storeroom, silent as a ghost. Adrian had her back to him. She was standing on her toes, carefully dusting an empty part of the shelf where a glass box filled with orange powder used to be sitting, which was now on the floor.
He grasped his wand. His fingers ached for action. But it was a foolish thing to do.
And he did it anyway.
Just as Adrian was returning the box to the shelf, Snape sent an invisible and silent shockwave from the tip of his wand. It hit the box, sending it toppling out of Adrian’s hands and onto the floor. It shattered instantly, spilling glass shards and orange powder all over the floor.
“Miss Maraschino!” he roared, striding into the room with his robes billowing behind him. “You clumsy, incompetent child!”
Her pale face was filled with shock, completely innocent for once. She was lost for words. “I... the box,” she stammered, “it just...”
“Yes, I can see what happened,” he snapped. “I hope you’re proud of yourself. This compound will require a very rare cleaning solution to scour it, and in the meantime it will pollute the air.” Actually, he couldn’t remember what it was, but he was sure that he could clean it up with one wave of his wand.
Adrian’s face was even whiter than usual. “Professor, I swear I didn’t...”
“Enough!” he interrupted. “You are dismissed.”
She turned to leave.
“But...”
She glanced over her shoulder apprehensively.
“Return tomorrow during the dinner hour, for a second detention.”
Her eyes widened. “A second detention? During dinner?”
“Yes, and if you continue to whine, I’ll be happy to give you a third.”
Adrian practically ran out of the room.
Snape watched her go, and waited until the sound of her footsteps faded away. Then he stalked quietly over to the shattered box and muttered, “Reparo.” The glass flew back together into a seamless cube, but the powder remained on the floor. He picked up the repaired box and peered at the label on the side.
“Pixie cayenne :: French pixie dust + red cayenne :: compound.”
Blinking slowly, he replaced the box on the shelf and stared at the reddish-orange powder, which he now noticed had a faintly iridescent sheen to it-- that must be the pixie dust. He knotted his eyebrows, trying to remember the unique attributes of this particular mix. And then, suddenly, it hit him.
French pixies were known for amorous fits of unbridled passion, and their dust could be used as a potent... performance enhancement for humans. The spicy cayenne heightened the effect, and also made the pixie dust more palatable.
However, once exposed to the air, the compound would spoil within a day.
Snape grimaced slightly. He never would have used the pixie cayenne anyway. What good would heightened desire do him? He already had enough desire, and no outlet for it.
He raised his wand and prepared to vanish the powder, but something made him pause.
It was a shame to waste it...
But it was already wasted. Unless he could find a use for it within one day.
You never know.
He went back into his office, returning with an empty saltshaker. He filled it with pixie cayenne, then vanished the powder that remained on the floor.
Dirty, dirty, dirty old man.
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Notes: I... have no comments for this chapter. But I hope you do! Hint hint: review.
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Hogwarts, Snape’s Office. 9:50 p.m. November 2.
She was doing a good job: being very careful and thorough and quick. She’d have it all done before the clock struck ten.
Snape picked at the remains of his meal. He wished she was having trouble and kept messing things up. He wanted to yell at her. He wanted to shatter her damned arrogant composure.
He wanted her to stay longer, he grudgingly admitted to himself at last.
Finally he got up, wand in hand, and swept to the doorway of the storeroom, silent as a ghost. Adrian had her back to him. She was standing on her toes, carefully dusting an empty part of the shelf where a glass box filled with orange powder used to be sitting, which was now on the floor.
He grasped his wand. His fingers ached for action. But it was a foolish thing to do.
And he did it anyway.
Just as Adrian was returning the box to the shelf, Snape sent an invisible and silent shockwave from the tip of his wand. It hit the box, sending it toppling out of Adrian’s hands and onto the floor. It shattered instantly, spilling glass shards and orange powder all over the floor.
“Miss Maraschino!” he roared, striding into the room with his robes billowing behind him. “You clumsy, incompetent child!”
Her pale face was filled with shock, completely innocent for once. She was lost for words. “I... the box,” she stammered, “it just...”
“Yes, I can see what happened,” he snapped. “I hope you’re proud of yourself. This compound will require a very rare cleaning solution to scour it, and in the meantime it will pollute the air.” Actually, he couldn’t remember what it was, but he was sure that he could clean it up with one wave of his wand.
Adrian’s face was even whiter than usual. “Professor, I swear I didn’t...”
“Enough!” he interrupted. “You are dismissed.”
She turned to leave.
“But...”
She glanced over her shoulder apprehensively.
“Return tomorrow during the dinner hour, for a second detention.”
Her eyes widened. “A second detention? During dinner?”
“Yes, and if you continue to whine, I’ll be happy to give you a third.”
Adrian practically ran out of the room.
Snape watched her go, and waited until the sound of her footsteps faded away. Then he stalked quietly over to the shattered box and muttered, “Reparo.” The glass flew back together into a seamless cube, but the powder remained on the floor. He picked up the repaired box and peered at the label on the side.
Blinking slowly, he replaced the box on the shelf and stared at the reddish-orange powder, which he now noticed had a faintly iridescent sheen to it-- that must be the pixie dust. He knotted his eyebrows, trying to remember the unique attributes of this particular mix. And then, suddenly, it hit him.
French pixies were known for amorous fits of unbridled passion, and their dust could be used as a potent... performance enhancement for humans. The spicy cayenne heightened the effect, and also made the pixie dust more palatable.
However, once exposed to the air, the compound would spoil within a day.
Snape grimaced slightly. He never would have used the pixie cayenne anyway. What good would heightened desire do him? He already had enough desire, and no outlet for it.
He raised his wand and prepared to vanish the powder, but something made him pause.
It was a shame to waste it...
But it was already wasted. Unless he could find a use for it within one day.
You never know.
He went back into his office, returning with an empty saltshaker. He filled it with pixie cayenne, then vanished the powder that remained on the floor.
Dirty, dirty, dirty old man.
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Notes: I... have no comments for this chapter. But I hope you do! Hint hint: review.