Red Riding-Hood, PG
Title: Red Billowing Riding-Hood
Rating: PG
Pairing: SS/RL
Warnings: Crack, cross-dressing
Challenge: lupin_snape's Fairy Tale Challenge :D
Summary: Red Riding-Hood knows not to talk with strangers. But the Wolf is not really a stranger...
Notes: I wouldn't try to write a fic so I just modified (just a bit, really) the story. But amazingly the most strange bits (like red riding-hood undressing himself) were all in the original versions of the story I used.
ONCE upon a time there lived in a certain village a little boy, the prettiest most unique creature that ever was seen; he was loved and admired by all, not one in the village... err, his grandmother was fond of him to a great degree. Well she might, he wasn't so good-natured, nor sweet of temper, neither ready to oblige; but he never missed a potions practice and thrice a month called his grandmother. It being cold weather, the good woman had a little red riding-hood made for him to keep warm and he did manage to look so very pretty when he had it on [together with his cross-dressing outfit], that by every body he soon gained the name of Little Red Riding-Hood.
HIS mother came one day, knowing that his grandmother was ill; and having made some custard and cheesecakes, calling him and said, "Severus, go and see your grandmother, and take also with you some custards and cheesecakes, and this pot of butter." The red riding-hood was soon put on, and out he sets to see his grandmother, who, you must observe, lived at another village through a wood.
AS he was going through the wood, he met with the Shaggy Wolf, who had a good mind to eat him up, but he did not dare, because of some faggot-makers that were in the forest. He asked where the boy was going so early?
THE Red Riding-Hood, looking the Wolf up and down, said, "I am going to my grandmother, who is not well, with a custard and a pot of butter which my mother sent her." At which the cunning wolf asks, if she lived far off. "A great way off, below yonder mill," said he, pointing with his long finger, "in the distance you see yonder." "Very well," said the designing wolf, "I will go see her too; but I will go the other way, do you go that: I will be there as soon as you." So the boy went through the meadows, gathering monkshood and various other plants to make a certain potion he'd been studying for a while.
THE Wolf, he knew the nearest way, and went much faster than Severus, was not long before he got to the grandmother's house.
WHEN he knocked at the door, toc, toc, toc! "Who is there?" quoth the good old woman. 'Your grandson Severus," said the wolf, imitating the other man's voice. "I have brought you some custard, and a little pot of butter, which mother hath sent you." The grandmother, who was ill and in bed, bid him pull the latch, and the door would open; so the wolf pulled the latch, and went into the room, upon which he fell upon the good woman, but in the tenth part of a moment the grandmother was gone and there was only a tabby cat escaping through an open window. After that, over the shock, the Wolf shut the door, and went into the grandmother's bed, expecting the red Riding-Hood, who came some time afterwards, and knock'd at the door, toc, toc, toc! "Who is there?"quoth the treacherous wolf. Red Riding-Hood, hearing the wolf's hoarse voice (though he had dissembled as much as he could), was suspicious at first; however, not knowing but his grandmother might have taken a great cold, he said, "It is your grandson Severus, and I have brought you some custard and a pot of butter, mom sent you." The wolf answers him in as soft a voice as he could, "Lift up the latch, and the door will open"; which he did, and the door opened.
THE Wolf seeing him come in, said to him, hiding himself under the clothes. "Put the custard, and the little pot of butter upon the stool, and come into bed with me." Severus undressed him self, and went into bed, where he was very much delighted to see how his 'grandmother' looked in her night-clothes: So he said to her, "Grandmamma, what great arms you have got!" "It is the better to embrace thee my pretty child." "Grandmamma, what great ears you have got!" "It is to hear the better my child." "Grandmamma, and what great eyes you have got!" "It is to see the better my child." "Grandmamma, what a great wand you have got!" "It is to eat thee up." And upon saying these words, this wicked Wolf fell upon the big Red Riding-Hood, and ate him up.
Rating: PG
Pairing: SS/RL
Warnings: Crack, cross-dressing
Challenge: lupin_snape's Fairy Tale Challenge :D
Summary: Red Riding-Hood knows not to talk with strangers. But the Wolf is not really a stranger...
Notes: I wouldn't try to write a fic so I just modified (just a bit, really) the story. But amazingly the most strange bits (like red riding-hood undressing himself) were all in the original versions of the story I used.
ONCE upon a time there lived in a certain village a little boy, the prettiest most unique creature that ever was seen; he was loved and admired by all, not one in the village... err, his grandmother was fond of him to a great degree. Well she might, he wasn't so good-natured, nor sweet of temper, neither ready to oblige; but he never missed a potions practice and thrice a month called his grandmother. It being cold weather, the good woman had a little red riding-hood made for him to keep warm and he did manage to look so very pretty when he had it on [together with his cross-dressing outfit], that by every body he soon gained the name of Little Red Riding-Hood.
HIS mother came one day, knowing that his grandmother was ill; and having made some custard and cheesecakes, calling him and said, "Severus, go and see your grandmother, and take also with you some custards and cheesecakes, and this pot of butter." The red riding-hood was soon put on, and out he sets to see his grandmother, who, you must observe, lived at another village through a wood.
AS he was going through the wood, he met with the Shaggy Wolf, who had a good mind to eat him up, but he did not dare, because of some faggot-makers that were in the forest. He asked where the boy was going so early?
THE Red Riding-Hood, looking the Wolf up and down, said, "I am going to my grandmother, who is not well, with a custard and a pot of butter which my mother sent her." At which the cunning wolf asks, if she lived far off. "A great way off, below yonder mill," said he, pointing with his long finger, "in the distance you see yonder." "Very well," said the designing wolf, "I will go see her too; but I will go the other way, do you go that: I will be there as soon as you." So the boy went through the meadows, gathering monkshood and various other plants to make a certain potion he'd been studying for a while.
THE Wolf, he knew the nearest way, and went much faster than Severus, was not long before he got to the grandmother's house.
WHEN he knocked at the door, toc, toc, toc! "Who is there?" quoth the good old woman. 'Your grandson Severus," said the wolf, imitating the other man's voice. "I have brought you some custard, and a little pot of butter, which mother hath sent you." The grandmother, who was ill and in bed, bid him pull the latch, and the door would open; so the wolf pulled the latch, and went into the room, upon which he fell upon the good woman, but in the tenth part of a moment the grandmother was gone and there was only a tabby cat escaping through an open window. After that, over the shock, the Wolf shut the door, and went into the grandmother's bed, expecting the red Riding-Hood, who came some time afterwards, and knock'd at the door, toc, toc, toc! "Who is there?"quoth the treacherous wolf. Red Riding-Hood, hearing the wolf's hoarse voice (though he had dissembled as much as he could), was suspicious at first; however, not knowing but his grandmother might have taken a great cold, he said, "It is your grandson Severus, and I have brought you some custard and a pot of butter, mom sent you." The wolf answers him in as soft a voice as he could, "Lift up the latch, and the door will open"; which he did, and the door opened.
THE Wolf seeing him come in, said to him, hiding himself under the clothes. "Put the custard, and the little pot of butter upon the stool, and come into bed with me." Severus undressed him self, and went into bed, where he was very much delighted to see how his 'grandmother' looked in her night-clothes: So he said to her, "Grandmamma, what great arms you have got!" "It is the better to embrace thee my pretty child." "Grandmamma, what great ears you have got!" "It is to hear the better my child." "Grandmamma, and what great eyes you have got!" "It is to see the better my child." "Grandmamma, what a great wand you have got!" "It is to eat thee up." And upon saying these words, this wicked Wolf fell upon the big Red Riding-Hood, and ate him up.
