Bid for Love
Bid for Love
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AN - I own nothing! I’m
just borrowing from J.K. Rowling!
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Chapter 1
Severus
Snape narrowed his eyes at the Headmaster as the old
codger continued to speak. A bachelor auction for charity?! By far it was the most
senile idea that Albus had ever come up with, Severus
thought. Maybe the old man finally lost his mind, even after the war with
“So
you see Severus,” Albus continued, “the males that
will participate for the auction are all heroes of the
war—all single Order members, as well as a few outstanding citizens that have
gained notice by the Ministry. It will take place during Valentine’s day.”
“I
will not participate,” Severus said lowly. He absolutely wanted nothing to do
with it.
“Ah,
but you must, and you will Severus my boy,” Albus
said with a bright twinkle in his eye. “You are a war hero, and a role model to
many. You must set an example towards them, and participate.”
“Headmaster,
the key word is participate
“Severus,
you know how much fund raising for war damages means
to me,” Albus reminded the dark wizard. “The money is
used for many things. Families who lost their homes, children
who now live in orphanages and even the rebuilding of some of the damages to
our school. Everyone has agreed, even Harry since he isn’t married, but
so must you.”
“I
am old Albus,” Severus said lowly.
“The
same age as Remus and Sirius, who have also agreed to
take part,” Albus said back.
“I
am broken. No woman would want a broken wizard.”
“You
never know Severus, and it’s not like you have to court her and become her
boyfriend.”
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word. He so didn’t like it. He didn’t like the idea of a significant other in
his life. A man of solace is what he was, and he was content with the way
things were. He didn’t need anyone.
“The
woman who wins will just have one dinner with you—one,” Albus
said. “I don’t see the harm in that.”
“I
refuse! That’s the harm,” Severus snapped, his blood starting to boil in anger.
“I said NO Albus.”
“Severus,”
Albus said, looking straight into black angry eyes.
“You
aren’t going to give me a choice are you?” Severus asked in disbelief. The face
and the glare that Albus was giving him
life, knowing that he wasn’t going to get anywhere. Albus
had made up his mind already. “No woman in their right mind would want to bid
for me, otherwise they’d be as crazy as you are
“Oh
I’m not so sure of that,” Albus chuckled. “I’m sure
there is at least one witch that is
interested in you.”
Severus
gulped as one name came to mind.
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The goggled eyed Divinations professor was more
of a pain in the arse to Severus than anyone when the
both of them became colleagues. Her behavior was strange, but stranger than
strange and far more uncomfortable when she was around him. The witch claimed
that she liked him—or was in love with him. Sometimes, she would swoon all over
him and say that they were destined to be together. Severus of course, would
just shove her away, growling at her in annoyance. There was no way in hell
that he ever thought of being with Trelawney on any intimate level. He wasn’t
attracted to her at all.
The thought of him kissing her made Severus gag.
He wasn’t stupid, and like any wizard, he knew a beautiful witch when he saw
one. Certainly it wasn’t Trelawney. Most of her prophecies may have been
correct, but damned if they were destined together. He’d rather die or even
face Voldemort all over again before letting her
false destiny become a reality.
“So, you have a few weeks to plan for that
special dinner,” Albus said with a smile.
Severus stood up from the chair, jaws clenched
as he glared dangerously at Albus. “You’ll regret it
you old coot!” he said as he pointed a finger at him. With that, he spun on his
heels, and exited the Headmaster’s office, his robes billowing behind.
“Oh I don’t think I will,” Albus
spoke when Severus was already gone. The bright twinkle was back in his eyes,
as he hoped something good would happen to Severus during the auction.
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Severus walked down the school corridors, went
down into the dungeons, heading off to his office. He stopped midstride and stiffened
when he heard a familiar voice, accompanied by some hurried footsteps. He
turned around, eyes widening in shock before it was too late.
“Oh Severus!”
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excitement as she wrapped her arms around him tightly, and looked up at him dreamily.
“Did you hear about the auction? I absolutely cannot wait!”
“Hands off me Professor
Trelawney!” Severus growled, attempted to pry the witch’s
arms off him. When he succeeded, he took two steps back, and raised his arm in
between them so that she couldn’t get within arm’s reach.
“Are you ever going to call me
“Not in this life,” he answered back lowly.
“Not to worry my Muffin!” Sybill
smiled. “I’ll win you in the auction, and it will be a night you’ll never
forget.” She giggled and blew him a little kiss, and walked away, dancing on
her feet.
Severus stepped into his office and slammed the
door behind him. He leaned back against the thick wood, and thudded his head,
wincing only slightly by the pain. He had to come up with a plan. There was no
way he was going to let Trelawney bid for him and win. Merlin
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AN – I’ve read a few Snape
auction stories, and have decided to write one of my own. Of course with my own
twists and laughs into it. Review!