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:
2,098
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.
Slime
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, Potions Dungeon. 8:30 p.m. November 3.
An hour and a half later, Adrian was still hard at work. She was making slow, painful progress. It seemed that whenever she scrubbed a little away, the gunk around it would immediately start to spread into the empty space like a virus. Her hair was frizzy from the gas in the air, her knees were coated in white powder, her red shirt was smeared with blotches of dark greasy spray, and her stomach was growling with hunger.
For what seemed like the hundredth time, she stood back at aimed the spray bottle at a patch of green ooze. Black, oily fluid spurted out of the nozzle. Adrian smiled wryly to herself. That must be what Snape washed his hair with.
Where it landed, the gunk sizzled and hissed, releasing noxious steam into the air. Adrian quickly poured a generous amount of the white powder on it, which stopped the sizzling. Then she dropped to her knees and scrubbed vigorously at it with a soapy sponge. It came away like layers of fat stuck to a frying pan.
At last only one patch of slime was left. Already it was bubbling and spreading, trying to multiply itself before Adrian eliminated it. But she was fed up with this work, and she attacked quickly, saturating it with oily spray. She unscrewed the cap of the powder container and emptied the entire contents onto the sizzling slime. Working desperately with her sponge, she didn’t give the gunk any time to grow.
She swirled around, looking for the next bit of ooze to obliterate... but that was it. There was nothing left. Tearing off the gas mask, she stood there amidst the oily, powdery, but slime-free floor, and panted to catch her breath. She gathered up the cleaning supplies and trudged back to Snape’s office. Adrian’s face was tired, but an angry light burned in her pale blue eyes.
She was done with cleaning, but she wasn’t done with him.
She had a Potions Master to chew out.
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Notes: Oh, dear. She\'s pissed off now. Yesiree-bob. And what\'s the very best way to get anger out of your system? Vigorous exercise! *wicked grin* Sweaty, steamy, vigorous exercise.
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Hogwarts, Potions Dungeon. 8:30 p.m. November 3.
An hour and a half later, Adrian was still hard at work. She was making slow, painful progress. It seemed that whenever she scrubbed a little away, the gunk around it would immediately start to spread into the empty space like a virus. Her hair was frizzy from the gas in the air, her knees were coated in white powder, her red shirt was smeared with blotches of dark greasy spray, and her stomach was growling with hunger.
For what seemed like the hundredth time, she stood back at aimed the spray bottle at a patch of green ooze. Black, oily fluid spurted out of the nozzle. Adrian smiled wryly to herself. That must be what Snape washed his hair with.
Where it landed, the gunk sizzled and hissed, releasing noxious steam into the air. Adrian quickly poured a generous amount of the white powder on it, which stopped the sizzling. Then she dropped to her knees and scrubbed vigorously at it with a soapy sponge. It came away like layers of fat stuck to a frying pan.
At last only one patch of slime was left. Already it was bubbling and spreading, trying to multiply itself before Adrian eliminated it. But she was fed up with this work, and she attacked quickly, saturating it with oily spray. She unscrewed the cap of the powder container and emptied the entire contents onto the sizzling slime. Working desperately with her sponge, she didn’t give the gunk any time to grow.
She swirled around, looking for the next bit of ooze to obliterate... but that was it. There was nothing left. Tearing off the gas mask, she stood there amidst the oily, powdery, but slime-free floor, and panted to catch her breath. She gathered up the cleaning supplies and trudged back to Snape’s office. Adrian’s face was tired, but an angry light burned in her pale blue eyes.
She was done with cleaning, but she wasn’t done with him.
She had a Potions Master to chew out.
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Notes: Oh, dear. She\'s pissed off now. Yesiree-bob. And what\'s the very best way to get anger out of your system? Vigorous exercise! *wicked grin* Sweaty, steamy, vigorous exercise.