Gift!fic for you!
Dearest mugglegirl0908
You did such a wonderful job with organizing the Gift Exchange, and your friend revena thought of this very special 'Thank You'.
I'm sure you'll see just how much we appreciated all the hard work you put into that project!
Hugz
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Your ficlet - only 525 words.
Starring: Severus / Remus / Hermione, although not the way you might think. Rated strictly G (I think)
'What do you mean, let you in? At this hour?'
Remus Lupin leaned against the door and looked at Severus with hungry eyes.
'Severus, we need to talk.'
'Talking can be done during the daylight hours, Lupin.'
'Severus.'
Lupin's voice had an edgy, desperate quality to it that Severus didn't like. He didn't need to glance towards the glowing orb in the heavens to know that the full moon was only days away.
'I know you feel it too, Severus. We have something, you and I.'
'What we have, Lupin,' and Snape made the man's name sound somehow ugly, 'is a history that is both mottled and misunderstood. I can't think of a further thing that we might have.'
Remus looked disconcerted for a moment, and Snape drove the final nail home.
'You always get like this before the full moon, Lupin. You know it, and I know it. So, do us both a favour and leave before you embarrass yourself.'
Severus said the words as though they were bitter poison and Remus' aggression crumbled. He no longer met Snape's eyes, but turned and quietly walked down the path towards the road.
Snape closed the front door and ascended the stairs to his bedroom and the woman who awaited him on his bed. His anger at being disturbed by the knock on the door quickly evaporated at the sight before him.
Hermione lay on her stomach across his bed, her chin propped on her hands, her knees bent and her feet crossed in the air. Her hair was loose and cascaded around her shoulders in untidy but completely wonderful waves, and Severus was surprised to see that she wore only a towel and a smile.
Such a brilliant smile, he thought. Surely she could light the entire world with it.
He walked slowly towards the bed, towards her, and she followed his progress with her eyes at first, then with her head, and finally, as he walked to the side of the bed, she turned over and leaned on her elbow as she looked at him. He noticed that the towel had shifted somewhat with her movements, and the fabric now revealed her long legs and her smooth inner thigh. He swirled in his own feelings of desire and belatedly realized that she was speaking.
'Severus? Is everything all right?'
He pulled himself together with difficulty and met her eyes.
'You'll never guess who that was.'
'Someone from the Order, I assume?'
'Lupin.' Snape could barely keep the displeasure out of his voice, but he made a concerted effort, since he knew that Hermione was fond of the man.
'What did he want?'
'Honestly?'
'Always, Severus. Always.'
'He wanted to shag me. Or rather, he wanted me to shag him.'
Hermione sat up, the towel even more precarious as she regarded him intently. He met her gaze for several moments before feeling uncomfortable and dropping his eyes to his hands.
Her voice was warm with amusement.
'Severus, clearly he doesn't understand that the only person allowed to shag you is me.
Ever. Is that understood?'
He fought to keep a straight face.
'Yes, dear.'
~O~
You did such a wonderful job with organizing the Gift Exchange, and your friend revena thought of this very special 'Thank You'.
I'm sure you'll see just how much we appreciated all the hard work you put into that project!
Hugz
HH
Your ficlet - only 525 words.
Starring: Severus / Remus / Hermione, although not the way you might think. Rated strictly G (I think)
'What do you mean, let you in? At this hour?'
Remus Lupin leaned against the door and looked at Severus with hungry eyes.
'Severus, we need to talk.'
'Talking can be done during the daylight hours, Lupin.'
'Severus.'
Lupin's voice had an edgy, desperate quality to it that Severus didn't like. He didn't need to glance towards the glowing orb in the heavens to know that the full moon was only days away.
'I know you feel it too, Severus. We have something, you and I.'
'What we have, Lupin,' and Snape made the man's name sound somehow ugly, 'is a history that is both mottled and misunderstood. I can't think of a further thing that we might have.'
Remus looked disconcerted for a moment, and Snape drove the final nail home.
'You always get like this before the full moon, Lupin. You know it, and I know it. So, do us both a favour and leave before you embarrass yourself.'
Severus said the words as though they were bitter poison and Remus' aggression crumbled. He no longer met Snape's eyes, but turned and quietly walked down the path towards the road.
Snape closed the front door and ascended the stairs to his bedroom and the woman who awaited him on his bed. His anger at being disturbed by the knock on the door quickly evaporated at the sight before him.
Hermione lay on her stomach across his bed, her chin propped on her hands, her knees bent and her feet crossed in the air. Her hair was loose and cascaded around her shoulders in untidy but completely wonderful waves, and Severus was surprised to see that she wore only a towel and a smile.
Such a brilliant smile, he thought. Surely she could light the entire world with it.
He walked slowly towards the bed, towards her, and she followed his progress with her eyes at first, then with her head, and finally, as he walked to the side of the bed, she turned over and leaned on her elbow as she looked at him. He noticed that the towel had shifted somewhat with her movements, and the fabric now revealed her long legs and her smooth inner thigh. He swirled in his own feelings of desire and belatedly realized that she was speaking.
'Severus? Is everything all right?'
He pulled himself together with difficulty and met her eyes.
'You'll never guess who that was.'
'Someone from the Order, I assume?'
'Lupin.' Snape could barely keep the displeasure out of his voice, but he made a concerted effort, since he knew that Hermione was fond of the man.
'What did he want?'
'Honestly?'
'Always, Severus. Always.'
'He wanted to shag me. Or rather, he wanted me to shag him.'
Hermione sat up, the towel even more precarious as she regarded him intently. He met her gaze for several moments before feeling uncomfortable and dropping his eyes to his hands.
Her voice was warm with amusement.
'Severus, clearly he doesn't understand that the only person allowed to shag you is me.
Ever. Is that understood?'
He fought to keep a straight face.
'Yes, dear.'
~O~