for snape_rarepairs
Title: The Lightning-Struck Deus Ex Machina
Author: Minerva McTabby
Pairing: Snape/Dumbledore
Rating: PG-13
A/N: This is dedicated to a spiffy new comm: snape_rarepairs. Long may it Snape! :D"Severus... please..."
Snape gazed at Dumbledore silently.
"Please... I don't want to die a virgin!"
For a long moment, no one spoke... then Malfoy let out a wheezing gasp. "But - I - but he - "
"I'll do it," said the werewolf, still leering at Dumbledore.
"Too late - he's asked for me by name," said Snape, who was already unbuttoning his robes. "Tsk, Draco. The Dark Lord wanted your bloodline for the child."
"The ch-chi...?" Malfoy dropped his wand, and the lumpy-looking Death Eater tittered.
"Powerful wizard, Permachaste Curse, last request, Uranus in Capricorn - oh yes, I'm sure to conceive forthwith."
"And then we kill him!"
"No, Greyback." Black fabric rippled to the ground at Snape's feet. He wore nothing beneath. "Then he and I come into our heritage as Veela Elves, form a soul-bond, sprout wings, and fly off to live happily ever after!"
The Death Eaters assumed this last bit was sarcasm.
They were wrong.
Author: Minerva McTabby
Pairing: Snape/Dumbledore
Rating: PG-13
A/N: This is dedicated to a spiffy new comm: snape_rarepairs. Long may it Snape! :D"Severus... please..."
Snape gazed at Dumbledore silently.
"Please... I don't want to die a virgin!"
For a long moment, no one spoke... then Malfoy let out a wheezing gasp. "But - I - but he - "
"I'll do it," said the werewolf, still leering at Dumbledore.
"Too late - he's asked for me by name," said Snape, who was already unbuttoning his robes. "Tsk, Draco. The Dark Lord wanted your bloodline for the child."
"The ch-chi...?" Malfoy dropped his wand, and the lumpy-looking Death Eater tittered.
"Powerful wizard, Permachaste Curse, last request, Uranus in Capricorn - oh yes, I'm sure to conceive forthwith."
"And then we kill him!"
"No, Greyback." Black fabric rippled to the ground at Snape's feet. He wore nothing beneath. "Then he and I come into our heritage as Veela Elves, form a soul-bond, sprout wings, and fly off to live happily ever after!"
The Death Eaters assumed this last bit was sarcasm.
They were wrong.