HP ficlet/meme result
As a result of the 'things to do' meme, I've written an HP ficlet with a somewhat... unusual pairing. But blame therealsnape, for she's the one who asked for Minerva femmeslash while leaving the choice of pairing up to me.
Disclaimer: I didn't create any of the HP characters and I don't get any money out of writing about them. Oh, and there's some light bondage in there, if you (dis)like that sort of thing.
It had nothing to do with love -- far from it. The whole idea that one had to love or even like someone in order to sleep with them, was hopelessly naive. Only the young and innocent would believe such a thing, and Minerva was nothing of the sort.
For that matter, neither was Rita Skeeter.
"You're late," Minerva snapped as soon as Skeeter entered the room. "You were supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago. I told you my schedule was extremely busy this week, did I not?"
"Well, so is mine," Skeeter retorted, carelessly tossing her cloak over a vacant chair and walking to sit on the bed. "Some of us actually have careers, you know -- ones that don't involve tutoring idiot children, I mean." Her smile was infuriating. "Better get started, then?"
Minerva was still angry -- their arrangement required some basic respect for the rules, if not for each other. But the monthly meeting in the Hog's Head had become an addiction, and there was simply no way she could walk out now, not after having been restless and twitchy for several days, no matter how much she detested Skeeter's having this much power over her.
At least, the power seemed fairly equally balanced. It takes two to tango, after all.
"Yes," she said tersely, eyeing Skeeter, who'd already opened up the front of her gaudy robes, her smile rather too smug for Minerva's taste. "We'd better."
A flick of her wand later, and Skeeter was on her back, her wrists fasted to the bedstead with silken scarves. The smugness transformed into a startled look, before turning into a scowl. "What are you doing?"
"In my job," Minerva said sweetly as she approached the bed, tapping her wand against her free hand, "we do not tolerate lateness. Is that clear, Miss Skeeter?"
Skeeter's scowl disappeared, a sly look taking its place. "Well," she drawled, wriggling a little, so that her open robes slid further aside. "I'm just a naughty girl, Professor..." Her smile was back, but now it mirrored Minerva's own. "Perhaps you should punish me."
Definitely not love, Minerva thought as she let her robes fall, but definitely very rewarding.
Disclaimer: I didn't create any of the HP characters and I don't get any money out of writing about them. Oh, and there's some light bondage in there, if you (dis)like that sort of thing.
It had nothing to do with love -- far from it. The whole idea that one had to love or even like someone in order to sleep with them, was hopelessly naive. Only the young and innocent would believe such a thing, and Minerva was nothing of the sort.
For that matter, neither was Rita Skeeter.
"You're late," Minerva snapped as soon as Skeeter entered the room. "You were supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago. I told you my schedule was extremely busy this week, did I not?"
"Well, so is mine," Skeeter retorted, carelessly tossing her cloak over a vacant chair and walking to sit on the bed. "Some of us actually have careers, you know -- ones that don't involve tutoring idiot children, I mean." Her smile was infuriating. "Better get started, then?"
Minerva was still angry -- their arrangement required some basic respect for the rules, if not for each other. But the monthly meeting in the Hog's Head had become an addiction, and there was simply no way she could walk out now, not after having been restless and twitchy for several days, no matter how much she detested Skeeter's having this much power over her.
At least, the power seemed fairly equally balanced. It takes two to tango, after all.
"Yes," she said tersely, eyeing Skeeter, who'd already opened up the front of her gaudy robes, her smile rather too smug for Minerva's taste. "We'd better."
A flick of her wand later, and Skeeter was on her back, her wrists fasted to the bedstead with silken scarves. The smugness transformed into a startled look, before turning into a scowl. "What are you doing?"
"In my job," Minerva said sweetly as she approached the bed, tapping her wand against her free hand, "we do not tolerate lateness. Is that clear, Miss Skeeter?"
Skeeter's scowl disappeared, a sly look taking its place. "Well," she drawled, wriggling a little, so that her open robes slid further aside. "I'm just a naughty girl, Professor..." Her smile was back, but now it mirrored Minerva's own. "Perhaps you should punish me."
Definitely not love, Minerva thought as she let her robes fall, but definitely very rewarding.