Icon Drabbles, Batch #1
So, these icon drabbles turned more into icon ficlets than anything else. First two are here, the other three to follow.
For shardsofme:
Naked Time!
Remus and Tonks were at a complete loss as they stood together, looks of mingled pain, pity, and disgust on their faces. Neither of them knew what to say.
Finally, Remus spoke. "It’s a bit…overmuch?" he tried, attempting to be tactful. Tonks nodded vigorously.
"I know he has to set an example, but…" She trailed off, shaking her head. "No words."
"None," agreed Remus, putting his hand over his mouth, his eyebrows pulling together in the middle.
"Dawdling again, Lupin?" Snape’s voice cut through their thoughts as he stalked over to the pair with an evil glint in his eye. Sometimes, Remus felt as though he was still in school and Snape was trying to be a particularly horrid teacher.
Tonks rolled her eyes skyward. If there was one thing she couldn’t stand, it was Snape’s constant ill-meant attention toward Remus. She was about to tell Snape exactly what she thought of his bullying attitude, when an extremely evil idea struck her hard. Her eyes actually turned red with glee and mischief before she managed to smooth her face into the sweetest smile possible.
"We were just…discussing the new addition to the house," she sing-songed, tilting her head to the side in an innocent manner. Snape glared at her suspiciously.
"Why was I not informed?" he asked coldly, fixing Remus with two thirds of his disapproving glare. Remus merely shook his head, clueless about what Tonks was talking about.
"We thought it would be a nice surprise for you," she chirped, fluttering her eyelashes ever so slightly. "It’s just in the kitchen."
That time, Remus got it, and his eyes widened to enormous proportions. Tonks elbowed him sharply. Snape looked, if possible, even more suspicious, his enormous nostrils twitching as if he were trying to sniff out an underhanded plot. "Why the owlish look, Lupin?" he snorted gruffly.
With Tonks’ elbow still in his side, Remus just managed to squeak out, "Very big-no, INTERESTING surprise for you."
Snape’s eyes narrowed to slits. "What is it?" he glowered, trying to make himself look as intimidating as possible. Unfortunately, while that might’ve worked on any student alive, Remus and Tonks, having already graduated, were mostly immune.
Tonks shrugged, that same innocent smile in place. "You’ll have to find out for yourself, won’t you?"
Snape stared at them for another several moments, trying to get them to crack, but they merely gazed back, Tonks completely calm, Remus trying not to laugh. Finally, with a roll of the eyes and a muttered, "For Merlin’s SAKE!", Snape whirled on his heel and stalked dramatically across the room, toward the kitchen.
Remus and Tonks let out the breaths they’d been holding, but, before they even had time to laugh, Snape came tearing out of the kitchen as if he’d seen a ghost, swooping past them like a great ugly bat, and went flying up the stairs. A door slammed shut hard enough to make the walls shake.
They stared at each other for a second, then burst into identical peals of laughter.
"Tonks, that was BRILLIANT!" Remus congratulated, slapping her on the back. Tonks choked on a giggle, flushing bright pink.
"I thought I was going to die!" she admitted. "Especially when you were talking about the surprise being ‘big’--"
Their laughter, however, abruptly turned to twin gasps of foreboding as they heard the kitchen door whisper open, and the sound of bare feet across the floor. They quickly lowered their heads, pretending to be very interested in the state of the floor.
The feet came closer, and then stopped just in their line of sight. They averted their eyes from the wrinkled, wizened toes, the age-spotted feet, the ankles covered in whitish hairs.
"Remus! Nymphadora!" said Dumbledore’s kindly voice. "Did you, ah, happen to see which way Severus went? I’m afraid the poor boy might be somewhat…disturbed."
Without looking up, Remus and Tonks both pointed in the direction of Snape’s hasty departure. Dumbledore thanked them both in that voice that they knew meant he was twinkling at them, and the feet disappeared as he padded across the room and began to climb the stairs.
Only when his footsteps had faded to nothingness did Remus and Tonks finally look up, breathing sighs of relief as they headed toward the kitchen. Tonks sat down at the table as Remus proceeded to make two cups of extraordinarily strong coffee.
"This is really getting ridiculous," Remus snorted, sitting down at the table and handing over one of the mugs.
"Agreed," Tonks said firmly, accepting her coffee and taking a sip. "I mean, I understand the need to…share with the other members of the Order…"
Remus nodded. "Letting others see ‘the real you’ for camaraderie purposes is completely acceptable," he agreed. "But we have to draw the line somewhere."
"Besides," Tonks murmured, a slight line creasing her smooth forehead, "I would have thought that ‘revealing oneself’ meant mentally and emotionally, not…"
A scream from upstairs.
"Physically," Remus finished for her, taking another sip of coffee.
For dragynville:
Why, Professor Snape, you sexy bitch!
Severus Snape turned to the fireplace as it began to flare, and was unsurprised to see the Headmaster’s face hovering there, wearing his fatherly face. Snape rolled his eyes surreptitiously, having an inkling as to what Dumbledore was going to say, and then put on his best pleasant voice (which was none too pleasant, but, for Snape, was a vast improvement over blatantly irascible).
"Albus," he acknowledged, "what can I do for you?"
Dumbledore smiled benignly and twinkled, and it was all Snape could do to not scream. "Severus, how long have you been Potions master here?"
Snape blinked. "Er, sixteen years, three months, and seven days," he calculated quickly, his dark eyebrows coming together a bit in the middle. "Why do you ask?"
Dumbledore tilted his head a bit in that infuriating, childlike way. "Ever since you started working here, you have been an excellent Head of House, a highly competent professor, and an absolutely invaluable Potions master." He paused for a moment, to let the compliments permeate, hoping that would lessen the backlash to what he was just about to say, and then pressed forward. "And yet, you have abstained from nearly all social interactions, unless forced into it."
Snape’s eyes glinted a bit dangerously, so Albus hurriedly pressed ahead. "Severus, you are not only a professor, remember; the students look to you for-"
A knock at the door cut Dumbledore off, and he paused. Severus shrugged apologetically. "I am sorry, Albus," he said smoothly, "but I should probably attend to that."
Dumbledore beamed. "Quite all right, Severus. I’ll wait."
Snape’s eyes widened ever so slightly, but then a small smirk touched the corners of those thin lips. "Very well, sir," he replied formally, walked away from the fireplace, and sat down at his desk. "Enter!" he snapped.
Harry Potter poked his head in through the door, followed by his entire body. His face lit up into a brilliant smile when he saw Snape, which made Dumbledore nearly drop his glasses. He was even more shocked when Harry strode meaningfully across the room, plonked himself into Snape’s lap, and kissed him rather soundly. Dumbledore could only make a squeaking noise when he wasn’t pushed away or hexed for his insolence.
When Harry finally pulled away, Snape was smirking slightly. "I told you you wouldn’t be able to handle it," he pointed out with great satisfaction.
Harry had the good grace to look embarrassed. "I know, Severus," he replied, "but I couldn’t possibly go a whole week without touching you, tasting you, being f-"
"That’s quite enough, Mister Potter," Snape cut him off hurriedly. Dumbledore was looking decidedly faint. "Now remember your punishment."
Harry nodded. "I’ll just go and get started then," he returned, his head bowed, but he didn’t seem overly upset about whatever the punishment was as he leaned in for one last kiss, which Snape granted in a rather longsuffering manner, and then extracted himself from Snape’s lap and headed into Snape’s laboratory.
Snape sighed, shaking his head, and turned back to the fireplace, where Dumbledore was looking entirely shell-shocked.
"Terribly sorry, Albus," Snape apologized, his eyes glinting just a bit, and Dumbledore swallowed. "N-not at all," he managed. "The students…come first, after all."
Snape smirked and leaned back in his chair. "Now, you were saying?"
Dumbledore opened his mouth to presumably pick up where he’d left off, although with a change of tack, when there was another knock at the door. Snape blinked. Dumbledore waved him on with shaky hands, and Snape whirled to face the door. "Enter!"
The door swung open and Draco Malfoy sauntered into the room, completely ignoring the blazing fireplace and Dumbledore’s floating head. He approached the desk, his face still fixed into a sneer, but as soon as the door clicked shut, he dropped to his knees and bowed his head to his chest.
Dumbledore looked stunned, staring wildly at Snape from his position in the fireplace, but Snape merely smirked before giving Draco his full attention. "Mister Malfoy," he growled in a cold, intimidating voice, "what is the meaning of this?"
"I have come to receive my punishment, sir," Draco replied, his voice utterly submissive, prostrating himself further.
Snape stared at him coolly for a moment, then reached down with a finger and tilted Draco’s chin up. "As delightful as that sounds," Snape purred, his lip curling slightly, "and as much as you deserve it, I am afraid I have some…business to conclude." He let his fingers slide over Draco’s cheek gently, caressing the fair skin, and up into his fine hair before twining them and yanking hard enough to bring tears to Draco’s eyes. Dumbledore’s head flinched at that, but Snape ignored him.
"You will wait for me in the bedroom," he commanded, the tone of his voice indicating that he would not tolerate disobedience.
As soon as he released Draco’s hair, the boy sprang to his feet, shaking slightly with both fear and arousal as he tried to hurry and obey Snape’s command, but the dark, angry look in Snape’s eyes stopped him in his tracks. The elder wizard made a sharp downward motion with his hand, and Draco sank gracefully to his knees, no sign of irritation in his eyes, and crawled quite prettily through the bedroom door, which slid shut behind him.
Snape took a deep breath before turning back to a distressed-looking Dumbledore. "Once again, Albus, my most sincere apologies."
Dumbledore managed a weak smile. "Well, Severus," he gurgled, "I believe I may have…underestimated your…social prowess…" He trailed off, his face verging on green, and fumbled in his pocket, withdrawing a tin of lemon drops and popping one in his mouth, the tart flavor helping to take his mind off these new…er…developments about his Potions master.
Just then, Harry, a large smudge on his nose and holding a dripping ladle, stuck his head out through the laboratory door. "Severus?" he called, his voice somewhat whiny.
"What is it?" Snape snapped back, sounding extremely aggrieved.
"What’s the name of that grassy stuff I have to add before the three counterclockwise stirs? Verdana?"
Snape sighed loudly. "Lemon verbena," he gritted, tossing a baleful glare over his shoulder. "Honestly, have I taught you nothing?"
A spark of realization entered those green eyes. "Oh, then is that why this lube always tastes lemony?"
Snape rolled his eyes skyward. Dumbledore hastily spat out his candy. Harry beamed and disappeared back into the lab.
When Snape turned back to Dumbledore at last, another apology on his lips, Dumbledore merely held up a hand. "No, Severus, I don’t want to know. It was wrong of me to interfere. What you do in your spare time is none of my-"
The door to Snape’s office swung open again, and in strode Lucius Malfoy, his head held high, his cane in hand, wrapped in a cloak. He nanced over to Snape, handed over his cane, and dropped the cloak to the ground, revealing that he was, in fact, wearing nothing but a pink silk scarf wrapped round his neck. (Azkaban had not been especially kind to his sanity.) He turned around instantly, bent over (revealing an arse that looked far too good to belong to a 45-year-old man), and wiggled his rear in Snape’s face a bit. "Take me, big boy!" he moaned. Behind Snape there was a squeak and a thump.
Lucius raised his head, looking suspiciously over his shoulder. "Was that you?" he asked in puzzlement. Snape, trying very hard to suppress his laughter, could barely manage to force out a "Fireplace. Log."
"Oh, good," Lucius grinned, resuming the position. "I’d hate to think there was somebody else in here."
Snape regained his poise, dousing the fire and letting the image of an out-cold Dumbledore lying in his fireplace slowly fade into ash. "Not at all," he returned, his thin lips curved into a smile.
For shardsofme:
Naked Time!
Remus and Tonks were at a complete loss as they stood together, looks of mingled pain, pity, and disgust on their faces. Neither of them knew what to say.
Finally, Remus spoke. "It’s a bit…overmuch?" he tried, attempting to be tactful. Tonks nodded vigorously.
"I know he has to set an example, but…" She trailed off, shaking her head. "No words."
"None," agreed Remus, putting his hand over his mouth, his eyebrows pulling together in the middle.
"Dawdling again, Lupin?" Snape’s voice cut through their thoughts as he stalked over to the pair with an evil glint in his eye. Sometimes, Remus felt as though he was still in school and Snape was trying to be a particularly horrid teacher.
Tonks rolled her eyes skyward. If there was one thing she couldn’t stand, it was Snape’s constant ill-meant attention toward Remus. She was about to tell Snape exactly what she thought of his bullying attitude, when an extremely evil idea struck her hard. Her eyes actually turned red with glee and mischief before she managed to smooth her face into the sweetest smile possible.
"We were just…discussing the new addition to the house," she sing-songed, tilting her head to the side in an innocent manner. Snape glared at her suspiciously.
"Why was I not informed?" he asked coldly, fixing Remus with two thirds of his disapproving glare. Remus merely shook his head, clueless about what Tonks was talking about.
"We thought it would be a nice surprise for you," she chirped, fluttering her eyelashes ever so slightly. "It’s just in the kitchen."
That time, Remus got it, and his eyes widened to enormous proportions. Tonks elbowed him sharply. Snape looked, if possible, even more suspicious, his enormous nostrils twitching as if he were trying to sniff out an underhanded plot. "Why the owlish look, Lupin?" he snorted gruffly.
With Tonks’ elbow still in his side, Remus just managed to squeak out, "Very big-no, INTERESTING surprise for you."
Snape’s eyes narrowed to slits. "What is it?" he glowered, trying to make himself look as intimidating as possible. Unfortunately, while that might’ve worked on any student alive, Remus and Tonks, having already graduated, were mostly immune.
Tonks shrugged, that same innocent smile in place. "You’ll have to find out for yourself, won’t you?"
Snape stared at them for another several moments, trying to get them to crack, but they merely gazed back, Tonks completely calm, Remus trying not to laugh. Finally, with a roll of the eyes and a muttered, "For Merlin’s SAKE!", Snape whirled on his heel and stalked dramatically across the room, toward the kitchen.
Remus and Tonks let out the breaths they’d been holding, but, before they even had time to laugh, Snape came tearing out of the kitchen as if he’d seen a ghost, swooping past them like a great ugly bat, and went flying up the stairs. A door slammed shut hard enough to make the walls shake.
They stared at each other for a second, then burst into identical peals of laughter.
"Tonks, that was BRILLIANT!" Remus congratulated, slapping her on the back. Tonks choked on a giggle, flushing bright pink.
"I thought I was going to die!" she admitted. "Especially when you were talking about the surprise being ‘big’--"
Their laughter, however, abruptly turned to twin gasps of foreboding as they heard the kitchen door whisper open, and the sound of bare feet across the floor. They quickly lowered their heads, pretending to be very interested in the state of the floor.
The feet came closer, and then stopped just in their line of sight. They averted their eyes from the wrinkled, wizened toes, the age-spotted feet, the ankles covered in whitish hairs.
"Remus! Nymphadora!" said Dumbledore’s kindly voice. "Did you, ah, happen to see which way Severus went? I’m afraid the poor boy might be somewhat…disturbed."
Without looking up, Remus and Tonks both pointed in the direction of Snape’s hasty departure. Dumbledore thanked them both in that voice that they knew meant he was twinkling at them, and the feet disappeared as he padded across the room and began to climb the stairs.
Only when his footsteps had faded to nothingness did Remus and Tonks finally look up, breathing sighs of relief as they headed toward the kitchen. Tonks sat down at the table as Remus proceeded to make two cups of extraordinarily strong coffee.
"This is really getting ridiculous," Remus snorted, sitting down at the table and handing over one of the mugs.
"Agreed," Tonks said firmly, accepting her coffee and taking a sip. "I mean, I understand the need to…share with the other members of the Order…"
Remus nodded. "Letting others see ‘the real you’ for camaraderie purposes is completely acceptable," he agreed. "But we have to draw the line somewhere."
"Besides," Tonks murmured, a slight line creasing her smooth forehead, "I would have thought that ‘revealing oneself’ meant mentally and emotionally, not…"
A scream from upstairs.
"Physically," Remus finished for her, taking another sip of coffee.
For dragynville:
Why, Professor Snape, you sexy bitch!
Severus Snape turned to the fireplace as it began to flare, and was unsurprised to see the Headmaster’s face hovering there, wearing his fatherly face. Snape rolled his eyes surreptitiously, having an inkling as to what Dumbledore was going to say, and then put on his best pleasant voice (which was none too pleasant, but, for Snape, was a vast improvement over blatantly irascible).
"Albus," he acknowledged, "what can I do for you?"
Dumbledore smiled benignly and twinkled, and it was all Snape could do to not scream. "Severus, how long have you been Potions master here?"
Snape blinked. "Er, sixteen years, three months, and seven days," he calculated quickly, his dark eyebrows coming together a bit in the middle. "Why do you ask?"
Dumbledore tilted his head a bit in that infuriating, childlike way. "Ever since you started working here, you have been an excellent Head of House, a highly competent professor, and an absolutely invaluable Potions master." He paused for a moment, to let the compliments permeate, hoping that would lessen the backlash to what he was just about to say, and then pressed forward. "And yet, you have abstained from nearly all social interactions, unless forced into it."
Snape’s eyes glinted a bit dangerously, so Albus hurriedly pressed ahead. "Severus, you are not only a professor, remember; the students look to you for-"
A knock at the door cut Dumbledore off, and he paused. Severus shrugged apologetically. "I am sorry, Albus," he said smoothly, "but I should probably attend to that."
Dumbledore beamed. "Quite all right, Severus. I’ll wait."
Snape’s eyes widened ever so slightly, but then a small smirk touched the corners of those thin lips. "Very well, sir," he replied formally, walked away from the fireplace, and sat down at his desk. "Enter!" he snapped.
Harry Potter poked his head in through the door, followed by his entire body. His face lit up into a brilliant smile when he saw Snape, which made Dumbledore nearly drop his glasses. He was even more shocked when Harry strode meaningfully across the room, plonked himself into Snape’s lap, and kissed him rather soundly. Dumbledore could only make a squeaking noise when he wasn’t pushed away or hexed for his insolence.
When Harry finally pulled away, Snape was smirking slightly. "I told you you wouldn’t be able to handle it," he pointed out with great satisfaction.
Harry had the good grace to look embarrassed. "I know, Severus," he replied, "but I couldn’t possibly go a whole week without touching you, tasting you, being f-"
"That’s quite enough, Mister Potter," Snape cut him off hurriedly. Dumbledore was looking decidedly faint. "Now remember your punishment."
Harry nodded. "I’ll just go and get started then," he returned, his head bowed, but he didn’t seem overly upset about whatever the punishment was as he leaned in for one last kiss, which Snape granted in a rather longsuffering manner, and then extracted himself from Snape’s lap and headed into Snape’s laboratory.
Snape sighed, shaking his head, and turned back to the fireplace, where Dumbledore was looking entirely shell-shocked.
"Terribly sorry, Albus," Snape apologized, his eyes glinting just a bit, and Dumbledore swallowed. "N-not at all," he managed. "The students…come first, after all."
Snape smirked and leaned back in his chair. "Now, you were saying?"
Dumbledore opened his mouth to presumably pick up where he’d left off, although with a change of tack, when there was another knock at the door. Snape blinked. Dumbledore waved him on with shaky hands, and Snape whirled to face the door. "Enter!"
The door swung open and Draco Malfoy sauntered into the room, completely ignoring the blazing fireplace and Dumbledore’s floating head. He approached the desk, his face still fixed into a sneer, but as soon as the door clicked shut, he dropped to his knees and bowed his head to his chest.
Dumbledore looked stunned, staring wildly at Snape from his position in the fireplace, but Snape merely smirked before giving Draco his full attention. "Mister Malfoy," he growled in a cold, intimidating voice, "what is the meaning of this?"
"I have come to receive my punishment, sir," Draco replied, his voice utterly submissive, prostrating himself further.
Snape stared at him coolly for a moment, then reached down with a finger and tilted Draco’s chin up. "As delightful as that sounds," Snape purred, his lip curling slightly, "and as much as you deserve it, I am afraid I have some…business to conclude." He let his fingers slide over Draco’s cheek gently, caressing the fair skin, and up into his fine hair before twining them and yanking hard enough to bring tears to Draco’s eyes. Dumbledore’s head flinched at that, but Snape ignored him.
"You will wait for me in the bedroom," he commanded, the tone of his voice indicating that he would not tolerate disobedience.
As soon as he released Draco’s hair, the boy sprang to his feet, shaking slightly with both fear and arousal as he tried to hurry and obey Snape’s command, but the dark, angry look in Snape’s eyes stopped him in his tracks. The elder wizard made a sharp downward motion with his hand, and Draco sank gracefully to his knees, no sign of irritation in his eyes, and crawled quite prettily through the bedroom door, which slid shut behind him.
Snape took a deep breath before turning back to a distressed-looking Dumbledore. "Once again, Albus, my most sincere apologies."
Dumbledore managed a weak smile. "Well, Severus," he gurgled, "I believe I may have…underestimated your…social prowess…" He trailed off, his face verging on green, and fumbled in his pocket, withdrawing a tin of lemon drops and popping one in his mouth, the tart flavor helping to take his mind off these new…er…developments about his Potions master.
Just then, Harry, a large smudge on his nose and holding a dripping ladle, stuck his head out through the laboratory door. "Severus?" he called, his voice somewhat whiny.
"What is it?" Snape snapped back, sounding extremely aggrieved.
"What’s the name of that grassy stuff I have to add before the three counterclockwise stirs? Verdana?"
Snape sighed loudly. "Lemon verbena," he gritted, tossing a baleful glare over his shoulder. "Honestly, have I taught you nothing?"
A spark of realization entered those green eyes. "Oh, then is that why this lube always tastes lemony?"
Snape rolled his eyes skyward. Dumbledore hastily spat out his candy. Harry beamed and disappeared back into the lab.
When Snape turned back to Dumbledore at last, another apology on his lips, Dumbledore merely held up a hand. "No, Severus, I don’t want to know. It was wrong of me to interfere. What you do in your spare time is none of my-"
The door to Snape’s office swung open again, and in strode Lucius Malfoy, his head held high, his cane in hand, wrapped in a cloak. He nanced over to Snape, handed over his cane, and dropped the cloak to the ground, revealing that he was, in fact, wearing nothing but a pink silk scarf wrapped round his neck. (Azkaban had not been especially kind to his sanity.) He turned around instantly, bent over (revealing an arse that looked far too good to belong to a 45-year-old man), and wiggled his rear in Snape’s face a bit. "Take me, big boy!" he moaned. Behind Snape there was a squeak and a thump.
Lucius raised his head, looking suspiciously over his shoulder. "Was that you?" he asked in puzzlement. Snape, trying very hard to suppress his laughter, could barely manage to force out a "Fireplace. Log."
"Oh, good," Lucius grinned, resuming the position. "I’d hate to think there was somebody else in here."
Snape regained his poise, dousing the fire and letting the image of an out-cold Dumbledore lying in his fireplace slowly fade into ash. "Not at all," he returned, his thin lips curved into a smile.