Game Over II
Title: Game Over, Installments 2-5
Team: Spy for the Order
Word Count: 4 x 100
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: Voldemort Wins
Characters: Hermione, Severus, Lucius, Draco, Narcissa (sort of)
A/N: The plot bunny kept hopping. And hopping. For all fellow Princess Bride fans -- I thoroughly apologize. I simply could not help myself.
The first drabble is here:
http://community.livejournal.com/grangersnape100/983294.html
***
Game Over
Voldemort’s gnarled fingers curled lovingly around the stack of chips as he pulled it toward himself. He glanced at the three Malfoys, their playing companions.
Snape held his breath.
“Now that dear Severus is out of the game, I suggest we… Aah!” The scaled face contorted; the thin body slouched forward. “What is this? I feel…”
Snape could already taste victory when suddenly, red eyes flashed and Voldemort straightened up, wand in hand.
“I told you I could see through your charade,” he snarled. “Haven’t you learned anything? Never go in against a reptilian when death is on the line!”
***
The taste of victory turned to bitter ashes in Snape’s mouth. All their planning, come to nothing.
Voldemort’s wand tip pointed straight at his heart. “Game over, Snape. Avada Kedav…”
The killing curse was cut short as a cast-iron frying pan, pulled out of the beaded bag sitting on top of the table next to Narcissa Malfoy, connected resoundingly with the back of Voldemort’s head.
As Voldemort's body crumpled to the ground, the tall blonde looked on cooly before turning to face Snape.
“I told you those camping supplies would come in handy again one day,” she said with satisfaction.
***
“Where’s my wife?” Lucius demanded, advancing threateningly. Snape was glad that ever since McNair had hexed off Bellatrix’s toes in a fit of anger, Voldemort had confiscated everyone’s wands before poker games.
Hermione raised her frying pan with a warning glance. “Narcissa is a clever woman and has negotiated your continued freedom in return for her complete cooperation. She’s at the Manor, awaiting your return. I suggest you take the opportunity to leave before the rest of the Order arrives.”
As the Malfoys filed out, she grinned at Snape. “Didn’t I tell you the simplest methods are usually the best?”
***
She stepped around the corpse to stand next to Severus. “You know, it’s sort of… sexy to be taller than you,” she purred. “Even if these heels are killing me.”
Snape looked up at her uncomfortably. “How much longer?”
“Ten minutes.” She ran her hand over the green felt. “You know, these tables are nicely padded…”
A man had to draw the line somewhere. For him, that was a Polyjuiced woman on a poker table while dead reptilian eyes looked on.
“I prefer my wife. At home. In bed,” he said firmly.
Hermione smirked. “Alright. We’ll do it your way.”
Team: Spy for the Order
Word Count: 4 x 100
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: Voldemort Wins
Characters: Hermione, Severus, Lucius, Draco, Narcissa (sort of)
A/N: The plot bunny kept hopping. And hopping. For all fellow Princess Bride fans -- I thoroughly apologize. I simply could not help myself.
The first drabble is here:
http://community.livejournal.com/grangersnape100/983294.html
***
Game Over
Voldemort’s gnarled fingers curled lovingly around the stack of chips as he pulled it toward himself. He glanced at the three Malfoys, their playing companions.
Snape held his breath.
“Now that dear Severus is out of the game, I suggest we… Aah!” The scaled face contorted; the thin body slouched forward. “What is this? I feel…”
Snape could already taste victory when suddenly, red eyes flashed and Voldemort straightened up, wand in hand.
“I told you I could see through your charade,” he snarled. “Haven’t you learned anything? Never go in against a reptilian when death is on the line!”
***
The taste of victory turned to bitter ashes in Snape’s mouth. All their planning, come to nothing.
Voldemort’s wand tip pointed straight at his heart. “Game over, Snape. Avada Kedav…”
The killing curse was cut short as a cast-iron frying pan, pulled out of the beaded bag sitting on top of the table next to Narcissa Malfoy, connected resoundingly with the back of Voldemort’s head.
As Voldemort's body crumpled to the ground, the tall blonde looked on cooly before turning to face Snape.
“I told you those camping supplies would come in handy again one day,” she said with satisfaction.
***
“Where’s my wife?” Lucius demanded, advancing threateningly. Snape was glad that ever since McNair had hexed off Bellatrix’s toes in a fit of anger, Voldemort had confiscated everyone’s wands before poker games.
Hermione raised her frying pan with a warning glance. “Narcissa is a clever woman and has negotiated your continued freedom in return for her complete cooperation. She’s at the Manor, awaiting your return. I suggest you take the opportunity to leave before the rest of the Order arrives.”
As the Malfoys filed out, she grinned at Snape. “Didn’t I tell you the simplest methods are usually the best?”
***
She stepped around the corpse to stand next to Severus. “You know, it’s sort of… sexy to be taller than you,” she purred. “Even if these heels are killing me.”
Snape looked up at her uncomfortably. “How much longer?”
“Ten minutes.” She ran her hand over the green felt. “You know, these tables are nicely padded…”
A man had to draw the line somewhere. For him, that was a Polyjuiced woman on a poker table while dead reptilian eyes looked on.
“I prefer my wife. At home. In bed,” he said firmly.
Hermione smirked. “Alright. We’ll do it your way.”