Incredible art!!!
So, I commissioned some fanart from the awesome and talented xnuinx for one of my Harry/Draco fic's, Pucker Up.
Go here for a look (or click on the paragraph below) and tell her how incredible she is. This has got to be my most favourite version of Snape ever. And my love for the potion bottles is just...guh...
And it's from this paragraph-ish - so be aware the picture features a naked arse *big grin as you all race off to look*:
So intent were the two boys on their current situation, neither noticed when the handle of the cupboard door twisted violently. They weren't aware of the key rotating in the lock, and definitely never realised that beyond the closed door, a storm was brewing. It was only when the door flew inwards, and a furious Severus Snape stood silhouetted in the entrance, wand raised and pointing directly at them, did they realise that anything was amiss.
Harry scrabbled away from Draco, sprawling on the floor in a tangle of robes, and stared up at the professor with horrified eyes.
Snape regarded him as a spider would a fly before sliding his eyes to stare at the bare-arsed Malfoy leaning against the shelves, hair tousled and trousers around his ankles. He reached out and grabbed for the door handle, knuckles whitening as he gripped it tightly.
Go here for a look (or click on the paragraph below) and tell her how incredible she is. This has got to be my most favourite version of Snape ever. And my love for the potion bottles is just...guh...
And it's from this paragraph-ish - so be aware the picture features a naked arse *big grin as you all race off to look*:
So intent were the two boys on their current situation, neither noticed when the handle of the cupboard door twisted violently. They weren't aware of the key rotating in the lock, and definitely never realised that beyond the closed door, a storm was brewing. It was only when the door flew inwards, and a furious Severus Snape stood silhouetted in the entrance, wand raised and pointing directly at them, did they realise that anything was amiss.
Harry scrabbled away from Draco, sprawling on the floor in a tangle of robes, and stared up at the professor with horrified eyes.
Snape regarded him as a spider would a fly before sliding his eyes to stare at the bare-arsed Malfoy leaning against the shelves, hair tousled and trousers around his ankles. He reached out and grabbed for the door handle, knuckles whitening as he gripped it tightly.