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The Morning After
TITLE: The Morning After
AUTHOR: Ravenkiss (ravenkiss2000@yahoo.com)
RATING: R
PAIRING(s): AD/SS
SUMMARY: Albus finds out what happened the night he had an inhibition lowering magical virus.
WARNINGS: M/M Slash, implied Cross Dressing and Spanking
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me. No money is being made.
BETA(s): The Goblet
This story was written for the Albus Dumbledore/Severus Snape Buggering Bee 2, round 3, part of the Snapledore Carnal Carnival, at http://snapledore.slashcity.net/bee.
Challenge - A virus has infected several people at Hogwarts, the effects being a lowering of inhibitions and an urge to act upon deep seated desires. Either Snape or Dumbledore, but not both, has been infected.[Diana Williams]
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“Oh sweet Merlin,” Albus Dumbledore’s raspy voice whispered as he very slowly sat up. Long fingers immediately went to rub his temples. “Could someone please get these trolls out of my head?”
“Back among the living, Headmaster?” Poppy Pomfrey noted coolly, her face an unemotional mask.
“Poppy?” Dumbledore glanced around and realized where he was. “Why am I in the infirmary? Have I been ill?” The Headmaster then noticed the he wore something with bright red sleeves and several thick gold stripes. The robes were very familiar looking, but they were most definitely not his. He cocked an eyebrow and lifted his blanket to peek gingerly beneath. “And could you please tell me why am I wearing Quidditch robes?”
“Those robes and your being here in the infirmary are related to your recent bout with the ‘Crapula Falsus’ virus.”
“False intoxication? Wonderful Poppy, out of morbid curiosity, do you happen to know how I contracted one of the most embarrassing named diseases of all time?”
“You must have contracted it after your meeting, I have been told that you went out with some old friends. That was two days ago, you were infected when you returned. According to St. Mungo’s they all came down with it as well.”
“I see,” he did not volunteer any information on the subject. His friends had persuaded him to go to a somewhat less then reputable place, and he really did not want to explain himself. “So, um, how did I end up in the Quidditch robes? Whose are they by the way?”
“Ronald Weasley. He volunteered them when you challenged Harry Potter to a one on one game of catch the snitch,” Poppy seated herself in a chair near the bed. “You won, by the way. It was an impressive catch, though personally, I think mooning Mr. Potter during your victory lap was a little excessive, but that is just me.”
“Oh,” Dumbledore felt a blush rise in his cheeks.
“You gave the virus to both Mr. Weasley and Mr. Potter. They have since declared their love for one another and intention to marry. You also infected Draco Malfoy when you clapped him on the shoulder and called him a ‘nasty little pinch faced ferret’. After that you stood up in front of the entire school and referred to Professor Flitwick as a ‘poopy little gnome man’, while giggling like a schoolgirl. You made him cry,” she informed him. Dumbledore wanted to sink into the floor. “After which you told Hagrid that he would have to shave.”
“Shave?” gulped Dumbledore.
“Shave,” confirmed Pomfrey, “everywhere.”
“Oh Merlin, what a mess. They did realize that I was ill?” he received a vivid mental picture of a completely hairless Hagrid. It was not a pretty sight.
“Professor Snape figured it out. Not long after you touched Mr. Malfoy he came into the Great Hall wearing a floral print frock and demanding that everyone call him ‘Deirdre’. Fortunately, Professor Snape managed to put two and two together before Hagrid found a razor.”
“I am glad to hear it,” he sighed with relief.
“It was about then that you told Professor Snape that he was a very naughty boy and that you wanted him to bend over your desk so that you could, and I quote, ‘spank his sweet little bottom.”
“Who do I have to thank for stopping him from killing me?” he joked.
“Madame Sprout,” she answered seriously, then with a sympathetic look she said, “it gets worse.”
“Worse?” Albus repeated. “I insulted my friends, denigrated a student and generally made a complete ass of myself,” he said dejectedly. “How much worse can it get?”
“We tried to get you to the infirmary along with the infected students so that we could give all of you the cure. You would all have been able to sleep it off with only a hangover in the morning to show for it, just like normal intoxication. We stunned the effected students, but you slipped into one of the secret passages yelling, ‘I am the air’ and disappeared. Several children later reported that they saw you skipping down a corridor singing dirty limericks. Later you walked up to Miss Granger and said, ‘Want some candy little girl?’ Then you kissed her on the nose and disappeared into a secret passage before she could stun you.”
“Have I been removed as Headmaster yet?” he asked dejectedly.
“Minerva and I performed a number of judicious Obliviate hexes. Only the staff remember your more, inappropriate actions.”
“Thank you,” he said softly. “As soon as I can call the staff together I must apologize to everyone for my atrocious behavior.”
“We understand Albus. But, once you have changed clothes, I think you might want to speak to Professor Snape.”
“Oh?”
“We, found you several hours after you disappeared standing outside of his rooms. You were singing love songs and begging him to marry you. That was when we finally managed to restrain you, but Severus has not come out of his room since. He threatened to hex anyone who tried to enter.”
“Do you have some of my own clothes? I should probably see about returning Mr. Weasley’s robes,” noted Albus.
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About twenty minutes later, clothed in his usual blue robes, he began to feel as if he were once more, the dignified Headmaster; though it was with a bit of trepidation that Albus Dumbledore made his way down to the dungeon. He had a lot of apologizing to do.
To the outside observer Severus often seemed cold and unfeeling, though he was actually quite emotional at times. But Albus knew that he was also easily offended; often seemingly without reason. But this time he had one. The prickly Slytherin must assume that everyone remembered the remark that Dumbledore had made about the spanking and his impromptu songs of love.
The poor man must feel completely humiliated.
He knocked on the door. “Severus?” For a long time there was only silence, so he tried again. “Severus?”
“Go away,” was the terse reply.
“Severus, I wanted to apologize if I offend or embarrassed you. I wanted you to know that Pomfrey obliviated the children. They do not remember what happened.”
“I know.”
“Please, open the door. You do know that I would never intentionally hurt you?”
“No Albus, I do not know that.”
“Severus, I implore you, let us continue this conversation in a more private setting.”
“Fine, come in then!”
The door opened and Dumbledore gratefully stepped inside. As the door swung closed of its own accord, he was not surprised to see his high strung potion master standing with his ridged back to him, arms folded over his chest.
“Severus, I am truly sorry for what happened. You know that because of the virus I was not in my right mind.”
“Yes, you were not responsible for surprising me in my classroom, and hitting me from behind with a binding curse. Or bending me over my own desk pulling down my trousers and spanking me with a wooden paddle.\"
“Oh, Severus, please forgive me, I would never have done anything like that if I had not been ill.”
“So, had you not been ill, you would not have shagged me either?”
“Shagged you?” It took a moment for what he said to sink in, “Oh my god, Severus… please I am so sorry. I do not know what to say.”
What do you say to someone when you find out that you had sex with him against his will and you do not even remember it?
Very slowly Severus turned and glared at the Headmaster. “So you regret having sex with me?”
“Of course I do Severus.”
A tear slid down the Slytherin’s pale cheek. “But you said you loved me!”
Dumbledore just gaped at him.
“You regret it, you bloody bastard! I was just a one-night stand to you! A notch on your wand!”
‘Merlin, he has the virus,’ Dumbledore thought as realization dawned. ‘I gave it to the students with a casual touch, of course I would pass it to Severus if we, exchanged bodily fluids.’
“You used me!” Severus continued his rant, “trifled with my affections!”
“No Severus, that is not true! I do care very deeply for you. Had I been in my right mind with the possibility of having sex with you, it would not have been a quick shag in the classroom.”
“Really?” He wiped away a tear.
“I would have taken you to my bed and made love to you.”
“You would?” gulped Severus, a little hope in those deep black eyes.
“Of course,” Albus said gently. “I would never dream of trifling with your affections.”
“Do you really love me, or was it the disease?”
Dumbledore thought a moment before answering. His words could have a very profound effect on his any relationship with Severus Snape, whether it would be as ex-employer, or lover. Fortunately the truth was on his side. “Crapula Falsus does not make someone say or do anything that they do not want to do. It removes inhibitions; it allows people to do what they want to do. To go after they’re deepest desires, without thinking of the possible consequences.”
“And now that you are thinking of the consequences?”
“I believe that the consequences of making love to you would be quite pleasant.”
Black eyes shone brightly, a smile spread across the younger man’s face. Then he leapt into the Headmaster’s arms. Dumbledore yelped lost his balance and found himself on his backside on the floor beneath Snape, who kissed him passionately. “Severus, could we perhaps get off the floor? It is rather hard, and I am not as young as I used to be.”
“Oh really?” Severus was in his lap. He rubbed himself against the Headmaster’s stiffening prick. “That is not the only thing that is hard.”
Dumbledore urged Snape to allow him to stand. The Slytherin complied reluctantly. “Severus, first, let us go see Poppy and get you treated for the virus. Once you have recovered if you still wish to share my bed, I will gladly make love to you.”
“Albus,” Severus looked into his eyes, “I do not have it.”
“What do you mean you do not have it?”
“As soon as we realized what was happening, Pomfrey had St. Mungo’s send over the potion to treat it and made all of us take it. She did not want the rest of the staff becoming infected.”
“But you cried?”
“You do not think that I can feel hurt unless I am stricken with a disease? I cried because I love you Albus, and I thought that you did not want me.”
“You, love me,” repeated Dumbledore slowly, as if to be sure that he heard the words correctly. “Forgive me Severus. Forgive me for not seeing. Even I sometime do not look beyond your sharp words to see your very human heart.” Albus drew him into a gentle kiss. “Let me assure you of one thing, had I known that this would be the result, I would have done everything in my power to contract the virus years ago.”
END
AUTHOR: Ravenkiss (ravenkiss2000@yahoo.com)
RATING: R
PAIRING(s): AD/SS
SUMMARY: Albus finds out what happened the night he had an inhibition lowering magical virus.
WARNINGS: M/M Slash, implied Cross Dressing and Spanking
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me. No money is being made.
BETA(s): The Goblet
This story was written for the Albus Dumbledore/Severus Snape Buggering Bee 2, round 3, part of the Snapledore Carnal Carnival, at http://snapledore.slashcity.net/bee.
Challenge - A virus has infected several people at Hogwarts, the effects being a lowering of inhibitions and an urge to act upon deep seated desires. Either Snape or Dumbledore, but not both, has been infected.[Diana Williams]
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“Oh sweet Merlin,” Albus Dumbledore’s raspy voice whispered as he very slowly sat up. Long fingers immediately went to rub his temples. “Could someone please get these trolls out of my head?”
“Back among the living, Headmaster?” Poppy Pomfrey noted coolly, her face an unemotional mask.
“Poppy?” Dumbledore glanced around and realized where he was. “Why am I in the infirmary? Have I been ill?” The Headmaster then noticed the he wore something with bright red sleeves and several thick gold stripes. The robes were very familiar looking, but they were most definitely not his. He cocked an eyebrow and lifted his blanket to peek gingerly beneath. “And could you please tell me why am I wearing Quidditch robes?”
“Those robes and your being here in the infirmary are related to your recent bout with the ‘Crapula Falsus’ virus.”
“False intoxication? Wonderful Poppy, out of morbid curiosity, do you happen to know how I contracted one of the most embarrassing named diseases of all time?”
“You must have contracted it after your meeting, I have been told that you went out with some old friends. That was two days ago, you were infected when you returned. According to St. Mungo’s they all came down with it as well.”
“I see,” he did not volunteer any information on the subject. His friends had persuaded him to go to a somewhat less then reputable place, and he really did not want to explain himself. “So, um, how did I end up in the Quidditch robes? Whose are they by the way?”
“Ronald Weasley. He volunteered them when you challenged Harry Potter to a one on one game of catch the snitch,” Poppy seated herself in a chair near the bed. “You won, by the way. It was an impressive catch, though personally, I think mooning Mr. Potter during your victory lap was a little excessive, but that is just me.”
“Oh,” Dumbledore felt a blush rise in his cheeks.
“You gave the virus to both Mr. Weasley and Mr. Potter. They have since declared their love for one another and intention to marry. You also infected Draco Malfoy when you clapped him on the shoulder and called him a ‘nasty little pinch faced ferret’. After that you stood up in front of the entire school and referred to Professor Flitwick as a ‘poopy little gnome man’, while giggling like a schoolgirl. You made him cry,” she informed him. Dumbledore wanted to sink into the floor. “After which you told Hagrid that he would have to shave.”
“Shave?” gulped Dumbledore.
“Shave,” confirmed Pomfrey, “everywhere.”
“Oh Merlin, what a mess. They did realize that I was ill?” he received a vivid mental picture of a completely hairless Hagrid. It was not a pretty sight.
“Professor Snape figured it out. Not long after you touched Mr. Malfoy he came into the Great Hall wearing a floral print frock and demanding that everyone call him ‘Deirdre’. Fortunately, Professor Snape managed to put two and two together before Hagrid found a razor.”
“I am glad to hear it,” he sighed with relief.
“It was about then that you told Professor Snape that he was a very naughty boy and that you wanted him to bend over your desk so that you could, and I quote, ‘spank his sweet little bottom.”
“Who do I have to thank for stopping him from killing me?” he joked.
“Madame Sprout,” she answered seriously, then with a sympathetic look she said, “it gets worse.”
“Worse?” Albus repeated. “I insulted my friends, denigrated a student and generally made a complete ass of myself,” he said dejectedly. “How much worse can it get?”
“We tried to get you to the infirmary along with the infected students so that we could give all of you the cure. You would all have been able to sleep it off with only a hangover in the morning to show for it, just like normal intoxication. We stunned the effected students, but you slipped into one of the secret passages yelling, ‘I am the air’ and disappeared. Several children later reported that they saw you skipping down a corridor singing dirty limericks. Later you walked up to Miss Granger and said, ‘Want some candy little girl?’ Then you kissed her on the nose and disappeared into a secret passage before she could stun you.”
“Have I been removed as Headmaster yet?” he asked dejectedly.
“Minerva and I performed a number of judicious Obliviate hexes. Only the staff remember your more, inappropriate actions.”
“Thank you,” he said softly. “As soon as I can call the staff together I must apologize to everyone for my atrocious behavior.”
“We understand Albus. But, once you have changed clothes, I think you might want to speak to Professor Snape.”
“Oh?”
“We, found you several hours after you disappeared standing outside of his rooms. You were singing love songs and begging him to marry you. That was when we finally managed to restrain you, but Severus has not come out of his room since. He threatened to hex anyone who tried to enter.”
“Do you have some of my own clothes? I should probably see about returning Mr. Weasley’s robes,” noted Albus.
___
About twenty minutes later, clothed in his usual blue robes, he began to feel as if he were once more, the dignified Headmaster; though it was with a bit of trepidation that Albus Dumbledore made his way down to the dungeon. He had a lot of apologizing to do.
To the outside observer Severus often seemed cold and unfeeling, though he was actually quite emotional at times. But Albus knew that he was also easily offended; often seemingly without reason. But this time he had one. The prickly Slytherin must assume that everyone remembered the remark that Dumbledore had made about the spanking and his impromptu songs of love.
The poor man must feel completely humiliated.
He knocked on the door. “Severus?” For a long time there was only silence, so he tried again. “Severus?”
“Go away,” was the terse reply.
“Severus, I wanted to apologize if I offend or embarrassed you. I wanted you to know that Pomfrey obliviated the children. They do not remember what happened.”
“I know.”
“Please, open the door. You do know that I would never intentionally hurt you?”
“No Albus, I do not know that.”
“Severus, I implore you, let us continue this conversation in a more private setting.”
“Fine, come in then!”
The door opened and Dumbledore gratefully stepped inside. As the door swung closed of its own accord, he was not surprised to see his high strung potion master standing with his ridged back to him, arms folded over his chest.
“Severus, I am truly sorry for what happened. You know that because of the virus I was not in my right mind.”
“Yes, you were not responsible for surprising me in my classroom, and hitting me from behind with a binding curse. Or bending me over my own desk pulling down my trousers and spanking me with a wooden paddle.\"
“Oh, Severus, please forgive me, I would never have done anything like that if I had not been ill.”
“So, had you not been ill, you would not have shagged me either?”
“Shagged you?” It took a moment for what he said to sink in, “Oh my god, Severus… please I am so sorry. I do not know what to say.”
What do you say to someone when you find out that you had sex with him against his will and you do not even remember it?
Very slowly Severus turned and glared at the Headmaster. “So you regret having sex with me?”
“Of course I do Severus.”
A tear slid down the Slytherin’s pale cheek. “But you said you loved me!”
Dumbledore just gaped at him.
“You regret it, you bloody bastard! I was just a one-night stand to you! A notch on your wand!”
‘Merlin, he has the virus,’ Dumbledore thought as realization dawned. ‘I gave it to the students with a casual touch, of course I would pass it to Severus if we, exchanged bodily fluids.’
“You used me!” Severus continued his rant, “trifled with my affections!”
“No Severus, that is not true! I do care very deeply for you. Had I been in my right mind with the possibility of having sex with you, it would not have been a quick shag in the classroom.”
“Really?” He wiped away a tear.
“I would have taken you to my bed and made love to you.”
“You would?” gulped Severus, a little hope in those deep black eyes.
“Of course,” Albus said gently. “I would never dream of trifling with your affections.”
“Do you really love me, or was it the disease?”
Dumbledore thought a moment before answering. His words could have a very profound effect on his any relationship with Severus Snape, whether it would be as ex-employer, or lover. Fortunately the truth was on his side. “Crapula Falsus does not make someone say or do anything that they do not want to do. It removes inhibitions; it allows people to do what they want to do. To go after they’re deepest desires, without thinking of the possible consequences.”
“And now that you are thinking of the consequences?”
“I believe that the consequences of making love to you would be quite pleasant.”
Black eyes shone brightly, a smile spread across the younger man’s face. Then he leapt into the Headmaster’s arms. Dumbledore yelped lost his balance and found himself on his backside on the floor beneath Snape, who kissed him passionately. “Severus, could we perhaps get off the floor? It is rather hard, and I am not as young as I used to be.”
“Oh really?” Severus was in his lap. He rubbed himself against the Headmaster’s stiffening prick. “That is not the only thing that is hard.”
Dumbledore urged Snape to allow him to stand. The Slytherin complied reluctantly. “Severus, first, let us go see Poppy and get you treated for the virus. Once you have recovered if you still wish to share my bed, I will gladly make love to you.”
“Albus,” Severus looked into his eyes, “I do not have it.”
“What do you mean you do not have it?”
“As soon as we realized what was happening, Pomfrey had St. Mungo’s send over the potion to treat it and made all of us take it. She did not want the rest of the staff becoming infected.”
“But you cried?”
“You do not think that I can feel hurt unless I am stricken with a disease? I cried because I love you Albus, and I thought that you did not want me.”
“You, love me,” repeated Dumbledore slowly, as if to be sure that he heard the words correctly. “Forgive me Severus. Forgive me for not seeing. Even I sometime do not look beyond your sharp words to see your very human heart.” Albus drew him into a gentle kiss. “Let me assure you of one thing, had I known that this would be the result, I would have done everything in my power to contract the virus years ago.”
END