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Giddyup, Poppy!
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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,572
Reviews:
4
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Giddyup, Poppy!
First, this story was based on a little section of 'Graduation' by My Little Secret, archived at thePetulantPoetess, and Ashwinder. Here's a page, if you're interested:
http://www.thepetulantpoetess.com/viewuser.php?uid=453
It's a great story, Severus/Hermione, and I urge you to read it if you haven't done so already. Here's the part I was talking about:
‘Ah, Poppy. Stubborn old bat.’ Hermione tried not to smile as the nurse lifted the vial of smooth golden liquid to her lips. ‘Would you believe that Flitwick finds her attractive? Told me once that he had a particular fantasy about her wearing her mediwitch hat, Muggle cowboy boots and a holster.’
thanks to Jackie for allowing me to expand on the idea. I hope she likes it, when I e-mail it to her.
BTW~~tell me if you want me to continue. I'm not sure if I can do a Flitwick lemon... with anyone, but I'm willing to give it a shot. Marti
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Filius sat across the staff room, gazing at the object of his desire, the woman he’d fantasized about for over twenty years. He rested his little head on his fist, his elbow on the table, and sighed. His breath fluttered his wispy white beard while watching the witch sit so primly next to Minerva.
Sighing again, Filius lifted his snifter of brandy to his lips and sipped it slowly.
“Still taken with our Mediwitch, Professor Flitwick? Wouldn’t she be surprised to know how enamored of her you are, hmm?” Severus sat down next to him, silent as a ghost. Filius snorted and took another drink. Somehow, the Slytherin always knew what he thought and felt.
“Go away, Severus. Don’t you have some Gryffindors to harass this evening?”
“The Headmaster requested my presence tonight for our weekly staff meeting. I hope Minerva and Pomona have another spat. I need a good laugh,” the Potions master leaned back in the chair, resting it on the back two legs and letting his legs come up. He crossed them at the ankles and waited for Dumbledore to start the meeting. If one of his students ever dared to sit like Snape, he’d have them scrubbing walls in the dungeon until their graduation.
Filius giggled, wondering if the students ever realized how very human their teachers were when away from the children’s eyes.
“Oh, please. Do tell, Filius. What are you dreaming of now? Wondering how to get our Madame Pomfrey into the Charms classroom so you can have your wicked way with her? Oh, I know, you’re thinking about her in the nude, aren’t you? You naughty little man.” Severus grinned at the older wizard, a dimple showing up that few ever saw.
“Severus, why ever would you believe I’m even thinking about Poppy? We’re all colleagues here. You know we’re not allowed to fraternize.”
“Doesn’t mean you can’t wish, or daydream. Come now, I know you are enamored of the shrewish witch.”
“Severus!”
“As often as I spend in the infirmary, you should believe me when I say she’s a bloody shrew. But, then if that is what you’re interested in…” he ducked the hex just before it hit him in the head. It bounced off the mirror on the other side of the room and scattered into the air. Not many of the staff looked up from their own conversations, as often as hexes were thrown in the staff room. The dark Potions master laughed and settled back in his chair.
“I have no doubt she treats you like that, if you act your normal self with her.”
“Oh, dear, Filius. I’m the epitome of a baby lamb while in the dear Mediwitch’s care.” The smirking wizard clasped his hands over his heart, trying for an innocent look. He hadn’t been able to pull off innocent since his first year as a student.
The dwarf snorted Firewhiskey through his nose and started coughing violently. The witch in question hurried to his side, slapping his back and hovered over him in concern.
“Oh, Filius. Are you alright? Have you had too much to drink, perhaps?”
“Not nearly enough, Poppy. Thank you, I’m fine now.” Filius watched her go back to her conversation with Minerva, and sighed again into his glass.
“I’m taking you to Hogsmeade, to the Hog’s Head and getting you so pissed you won’t be able to walk back to the castle.” Severus stated with finality. He couldn’t stand to watch the little wizard pine away for the witch across the room anymore. What man in his right mind wouldn’t go after what he wanted and take it when it was right in front of him?
“I don’t think so, Severus. We have to get the children set—.”
“Bugger that. It’s what the prefects and Head Girl and Boy are for. Now if Albus would just get his arse in here so we can ignore him properly and get on with our night.”
Filius shook his head and started to say something, but Albus finally entered the teacher’s lounge, his blue eyes twinkling insanely, his arms laden with bowls of sweets. The man kept the sweet shop in business by himself.
“I’ll meet you at the Hog’s Head, then, at nine.”
The Potions master smirked and even accepted some candy. Tonight he’d debauch the little Charms master and have some fun for the first time in years.
Three hours later, Severus couldn’t focus on either of the little Charms professors across from him. He lifted his Firewhiskey to his lips and grinned in appreciation. Nothing was better than a good drink with another drunk. You never knew what you’d learn from them. It was all potential blackmail material, even if you don’t know it at the time.
“My Poppy, she’s beautiful, ishn’t she? Sheverus?”
“Oh, yes, Filieea… ah, Phil. That she is, my friend.” Severus rolled his eyes, and then thought better of doing that again. He shook his head to clear it and took another deep drink.
“Here I am pouring my heart out, and you haven’t said a thing. You must have your eye on someone.”
“Minerva. I always wondered what she’d look like in only a brassiere and a plaid school skirt.” Severus smirked as the short wizard snorted his whiskey out his nose, and then started coughing hard enough to turn his face red. Of the entire female staff, she was the only one worth having even a little lascivious thought about, not that he really did. Minerva was Albus’ and he was more than welcome to the hell-raising Scottish Animagus. She’d already dug her claws into his bits once when he’d caught her down in his dungeons. Severus wasn’t going anywhere near that witch!
It didn’t stop him wondering what the Transfigurations professor looked like naked; she was a beautiful witch still.
“Now, Filieea, Phil, it’s your turn. What do you think about when you daydream about our dear Mediwitch?”
“Ah, Severus. Poppy, she’s so beautiful. One time I had this dream about her visiting me in my classroom after all the students had left. I hurt my arm falling off my desk again and she was healing the bruise. Genius that woman is, you know. Well, after healing me, I imagine her stripping down to her underclothes and her hat. I love that little hat she wears.”
Severus listened with half an ear. He didn’t want to get his jollies off from listening to the half-sized Charms professor wax erotic about their school nurse. He looked around the room, at the women sitting at the bar. The two of them, both brunettes, caught his eye and winked in tandem. She smirked and licked the lip of his snifter and swallowed deeply.
“… that hat with her cowboy boots and a holster for a wand. And I’d be a little pony.”
“Alright! I think that’s more than enough alcohol for you, Filius.” His buzz gone after the image of Poppy Pomfrey in Filius’ imagined get-up, he stood and threw some galleons down on the dirty table. Filius hopped off his chair and straightened his wrinkled robes. It didn’t help, but it made the older wizard feel better as he tottered out of the bar with Severus.
The cool night air hit him and he sobered up enough to remember what he’d told the Potions master.
“Severus, you won’t tell Poppy about all that will you?”
“Never, Filius. I’d never do something so nefarious to one of my colleagues and friends.” Of course, he never said Flitwick was a friend, but he didn’t need to know that.
Now, to get the miniature wizard back to the castle, and return to the arms of the brunette witches before dawn.
END
A/N~~I really really really considered writing Flitwick/Pomfrey lemon, but… I just couldn’t do it. After Harry/Umbridge, well, my twisted mental facilities were shot.
http://www.thepetulantpoetess.com/viewuser.php?uid=453
It's a great story, Severus/Hermione, and I urge you to read it if you haven't done so already. Here's the part I was talking about:
‘Ah, Poppy. Stubborn old bat.’ Hermione tried not to smile as the nurse lifted the vial of smooth golden liquid to her lips. ‘Would you believe that Flitwick finds her attractive? Told me once that he had a particular fantasy about her wearing her mediwitch hat, Muggle cowboy boots and a holster.’
thanks to Jackie for allowing me to expand on the idea. I hope she likes it, when I e-mail it to her.
BTW~~tell me if you want me to continue. I'm not sure if I can do a Flitwick lemon... with anyone, but I'm willing to give it a shot. Marti
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~```
Filius sat across the staff room, gazing at the object of his desire, the woman he’d fantasized about for over twenty years. He rested his little head on his fist, his elbow on the table, and sighed. His breath fluttered his wispy white beard while watching the witch sit so primly next to Minerva.
Sighing again, Filius lifted his snifter of brandy to his lips and sipped it slowly.
“Still taken with our Mediwitch, Professor Flitwick? Wouldn’t she be surprised to know how enamored of her you are, hmm?” Severus sat down next to him, silent as a ghost. Filius snorted and took another drink. Somehow, the Slytherin always knew what he thought and felt.
“Go away, Severus. Don’t you have some Gryffindors to harass this evening?”
“The Headmaster requested my presence tonight for our weekly staff meeting. I hope Minerva and Pomona have another spat. I need a good laugh,” the Potions master leaned back in the chair, resting it on the back two legs and letting his legs come up. He crossed them at the ankles and waited for Dumbledore to start the meeting. If one of his students ever dared to sit like Snape, he’d have them scrubbing walls in the dungeon until their graduation.
Filius giggled, wondering if the students ever realized how very human their teachers were when away from the children’s eyes.
“Oh, please. Do tell, Filius. What are you dreaming of now? Wondering how to get our Madame Pomfrey into the Charms classroom so you can have your wicked way with her? Oh, I know, you’re thinking about her in the nude, aren’t you? You naughty little man.” Severus grinned at the older wizard, a dimple showing up that few ever saw.
“Severus, why ever would you believe I’m even thinking about Poppy? We’re all colleagues here. You know we’re not allowed to fraternize.”
“Doesn’t mean you can’t wish, or daydream. Come now, I know you are enamored of the shrewish witch.”
“Severus!”
“As often as I spend in the infirmary, you should believe me when I say she’s a bloody shrew. But, then if that is what you’re interested in…” he ducked the hex just before it hit him in the head. It bounced off the mirror on the other side of the room and scattered into the air. Not many of the staff looked up from their own conversations, as often as hexes were thrown in the staff room. The dark Potions master laughed and settled back in his chair.
“I have no doubt she treats you like that, if you act your normal self with her.”
“Oh, dear, Filius. I’m the epitome of a baby lamb while in the dear Mediwitch’s care.” The smirking wizard clasped his hands over his heart, trying for an innocent look. He hadn’t been able to pull off innocent since his first year as a student.
The dwarf snorted Firewhiskey through his nose and started coughing violently. The witch in question hurried to his side, slapping his back and hovered over him in concern.
“Oh, Filius. Are you alright? Have you had too much to drink, perhaps?”
“Not nearly enough, Poppy. Thank you, I’m fine now.” Filius watched her go back to her conversation with Minerva, and sighed again into his glass.
“I’m taking you to Hogsmeade, to the Hog’s Head and getting you so pissed you won’t be able to walk back to the castle.” Severus stated with finality. He couldn’t stand to watch the little wizard pine away for the witch across the room anymore. What man in his right mind wouldn’t go after what he wanted and take it when it was right in front of him?
“I don’t think so, Severus. We have to get the children set—.”
“Bugger that. It’s what the prefects and Head Girl and Boy are for. Now if Albus would just get his arse in here so we can ignore him properly and get on with our night.”
Filius shook his head and started to say something, but Albus finally entered the teacher’s lounge, his blue eyes twinkling insanely, his arms laden with bowls of sweets. The man kept the sweet shop in business by himself.
“I’ll meet you at the Hog’s Head, then, at nine.”
The Potions master smirked and even accepted some candy. Tonight he’d debauch the little Charms master and have some fun for the first time in years.
Three hours later, Severus couldn’t focus on either of the little Charms professors across from him. He lifted his Firewhiskey to his lips and grinned in appreciation. Nothing was better than a good drink with another drunk. You never knew what you’d learn from them. It was all potential blackmail material, even if you don’t know it at the time.
“My Poppy, she’s beautiful, ishn’t she? Sheverus?”
“Oh, yes, Filieea… ah, Phil. That she is, my friend.” Severus rolled his eyes, and then thought better of doing that again. He shook his head to clear it and took another deep drink.
“Here I am pouring my heart out, and you haven’t said a thing. You must have your eye on someone.”
“Minerva. I always wondered what she’d look like in only a brassiere and a plaid school skirt.” Severus smirked as the short wizard snorted his whiskey out his nose, and then started coughing hard enough to turn his face red. Of the entire female staff, she was the only one worth having even a little lascivious thought about, not that he really did. Minerva was Albus’ and he was more than welcome to the hell-raising Scottish Animagus. She’d already dug her claws into his bits once when he’d caught her down in his dungeons. Severus wasn’t going anywhere near that witch!
It didn’t stop him wondering what the Transfigurations professor looked like naked; she was a beautiful witch still.
“Now, Filieea, Phil, it’s your turn. What do you think about when you daydream about our dear Mediwitch?”
“Ah, Severus. Poppy, she’s so beautiful. One time I had this dream about her visiting me in my classroom after all the students had left. I hurt my arm falling off my desk again and she was healing the bruise. Genius that woman is, you know. Well, after healing me, I imagine her stripping down to her underclothes and her hat. I love that little hat she wears.”
Severus listened with half an ear. He didn’t want to get his jollies off from listening to the half-sized Charms professor wax erotic about their school nurse. He looked around the room, at the women sitting at the bar. The two of them, both brunettes, caught his eye and winked in tandem. She smirked and licked the lip of his snifter and swallowed deeply.
“… that hat with her cowboy boots and a holster for a wand. And I’d be a little pony.”
“Alright! I think that’s more than enough alcohol for you, Filius.” His buzz gone after the image of Poppy Pomfrey in Filius’ imagined get-up, he stood and threw some galleons down on the dirty table. Filius hopped off his chair and straightened his wrinkled robes. It didn’t help, but it made the older wizard feel better as he tottered out of the bar with Severus.
The cool night air hit him and he sobered up enough to remember what he’d told the Potions master.
“Severus, you won’t tell Poppy about all that will you?”
“Never, Filius. I’d never do something so nefarious to one of my colleagues and friends.” Of course, he never said Flitwick was a friend, but he didn’t need to know that.
Now, to get the miniature wizard back to the castle, and return to the arms of the brunette witches before dawn.
END
A/N~~I really really really considered writing Flitwick/Pomfrey lemon, but… I just couldn’t do it. After Harry/Umbridge, well, my twisted mental facilities were shot.