Disclaimer: I don't own it. My name is not J.K. If you sue me, you will
be awarded my only possessions: some lint and jellybeans from Easter.
Definitely not worthwhile. Also, I do not own Le Manoir Richeleiu. It is
a beautiful resort in Canada.
A/N: I wrote this when I was exceedingly bored, during a college visit today. It came to me in a dream…well, the Snape falling into a pool at the resort did. Anyways, this is the product of a bored, tired mind. If you don't like it – feel free to flame! Read, Review, you know the drill!
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"He's where?" Professor Severus Snape stood outside the Hogwarts Headmasters' office with an incredulous look on his face.
Professor Minerva McGonagall sighed. "I know. I warned him that this was not a good idea, but you know Albus. When he gets an idea into his head, nothing and no one can dissuade him." She shrugged. "You and I are in complete agreement on this one, Severus."
Snape shook his head in disbelief. "I have to see him. You know what its about. This information – it is absolutely imperative that it gets to the Headmaster."
"Go find him. Like I said, he's at the Muggle resort Le Manoir Richeleiu, located in Quebec, Canada. You'll have to go incognito, of course."
Snape grimaced. This thought that obviously not occurred to him. "Le Manoir Richeleiu," he repeated. McGonagall nodded. "All right," he said, defeated. "I shall return to speak to the rest of the staff about Voldemort's plans, even if Albus will not."
The Transfiguration professor laid a hand on the shoulder of the much taller man in front of her. She smiled; she could remember Severus Snape as a student at Hogwarts, and now he was a professor himself. Her smile faded slightly as she recalled the risks that he daily took to ensure her safety, indeed, the safety of the whole world. "Do be careful, won't you Severus?" McGonagall did worry about him, in fact, more than she ever let on.
Snape looked down, and pushed his long hair out of his eyes. "Thanks, Minerva. I will." And he strode off down the hall to his chambers. He had to dress like a Muggle.
*~*
About an hour later, Snape surveyed himself in front of his mirror. He was moderately pleased with what he saw, and thought that he could pass for a Muggle very well. He was wearing a black button-down shirt, with the first few buttons undone, showing a bit of smooth, pale chest. He was wearing black pants that apparently Muggles called Dockers, and Birkenstock sandals. He had pulled his black hair back in a low ponytail to keep it out of his eyes, and he wore dark sunglasses. The mirror spluttered, and Snape grinned. He strode from the room, and went off to apparate.
He apparated into a field outside of the resort. Snape picked himself up from the grassy ground, dusted himself off, and set off in the direction of the resort. Before long, he came to a gate, which apparently required some sort of key, or card. Snape could not figure out which. He shrugged, and decided to wait until someone came out so that he could get in.
*~*
Hermione Granger sighed, and slid into the hot water of the outdoor hot tub. She was on holiday from school, and as her parents were Muggles, they had had to travel in the Muggle fashion: an airplane. Hermione hated airplanes. They had just arrived at the resort they were staying at for two weeks, and when she had reached her room, she had immediately slipped on her bikini and headed to the hot tub. Hermione sighed and looked around her. Le Manoir Richeleiu, she reflected: swank. She closed her eyes, and just focused on the sensations of the hot water against her bare skin. Just then, she heard a familiar voice behind her. "Hermione?"
She opened her eyes and turned around. "Lavender?" Lavender Brown smiled down at her fellow Gryffindor classmate.
"Hey! What are you doing here?"
Hermione shrugged. "My parents are Muggles, and they have always loved this place. They go every year, but this is the first time they have ever taken me along with them. How about you?"
Lavender smiled. "My uncle, aunt, and cousins are Muggles, and I'm along on their holiday to watch the children, so that the adults can get some privacy. I'm on break now, so I thought I'd come down to the hot tub." She ditched her robe, and slid into the water next to Hermione.
Snape had been watching the scene with interest, aware that the two girls looked familiar to him. Suddenly it hit him: Hermione Granger, know it all, and Lavender Brown, boy-crazy ditz with no substance! What were they wearing? he wondered. Or more apropos, he wondered what they weren't wearing!
As Snape was pondering these thoughts, Lavender glanced at her professor. She giggled. "What?" asked Hermione curiously.
"Don't look over," Lavender whispered, "but there is a tall, extremely handsome man standing at the gate, watching us."
Hermione shook her head, and disobeyed the order, and looked over at Snape. She failed to recognize him either. "Well, Lavender, I don't know if I'll ever say this again, but I agree with you, he's really good- looking. Perhaps he's forgotten his key-card," she pondered.
Snape looked at his watch. He needed to see Albus and he needed to see him now. He really couldn't wait anymore for someone to open the door for him, so he glanced furtively around him. No one was around, except Miss Granger and Miss Brown, and he immediately dismissed them and their scantily-clothed bodies from his thoughts, so he whipped out his wand (A/N: No! Not that wand…*snicker*) and muttered a quick spell: Alohomora. The gate swung open, and he walked in.
Lavender giggled madly, and Snape mentally rolled his eyes. He turned his head, opened his mouth to utter a crushing retort, but he failed to see Lavender's bathrobe lying forgotten on the ground. He tripped, and staggered slightly to the left, and toppled sideways into the hot tub. The girls screamed as the tall stranger fell in, was submerged in the hot water, and resurfaced dripping wet, his black eyes glinting dangerously at them. Hermione grabbed Lavender's arm painfully. How could she not have seen it before? His hair had deserted its ponytail when he fell into the water, and with him glaring at them, he was so much more recognizable. Hermione glanced at Lavender, and saw an identical look of horror on her face.
"Well, well," he sneered. "If it isn't Miss Granger and Miss Brown."
"P-p-professor Snape!" gasped Lavender. Hermione pinched the bridge of her nose, closed her eyes, and wished that he would just disappear.
Snape opened his mouth to say something else, but he was interrupted by a familiar voice. "Is this a school gathering that I was unaware of?" Dumbledore asked, a twinkle in his eye.
"Apparently," answered Snape dryly. "Albus, I have got to speak to you. Now."
"Can it wait?" asked Dumbledore disinterestedly, and he dropped the towel and slid into the hot tub.
"Please, put that back on Albus," moaned Snape, covering his eyes with one hand. But Dumbledore just laughed, and settled into the hot waters.
Lavender and Hermione, by this time, were completely speechless. They had suffered enough for one day, what with thinking that Snape was hot, and seeing Dumbledore in a Speedo. It was all just too much. Lavender was babbling incoherently.
Snape shot Hermione an annoyed look. "Can't you shut up her up, Miss Granger?" he asked, but it was not really a request.
Hermione gulped. "Come on, Lavender, shut up. Please…" But none of her entreaties would work, and she saw Snape becoming more and more irritated, so she excused herself and led her classmate from the hot tub.
"Praise be to whatever gods there may be," breathed Snape when they were gone. "I would have used an Unforgivable in about 3.2 seconds more of that crap."
"What did you want to tell me, Severus?" asked Dumbledore, ignoring his other comments regarding the Gryffindor students.
"It's about Voldemort, Albus. By the way, shouldn't you be at Hogwarts? If Voldemort finds out that you are at a Muggle resort, completely unprotected, there's no telling what he'll do. And at the cost of so many innocent lives," he added.
Dumbledore smiled at the Potions master. "I'm not going to limit my life because of Lord Voldemort," he said. Then, referring to the Potions master's state of clothing: "Wouldn't you be more comfortable in something else?" And before he could respond, Dumbledore transfigured Snape's wet clothes into a bathing suit, a thankfully more modest one than the one that the Headmaster was wearing. Snape rolled his eyes, aware that it was useless to argue with Dumbledore when he had his mind made up, and muttered a spell. A margarita appeared in his left hand.
"I might as well make the best of this situation," he sighed, taking a sip of his drink.
"That's the spirit," Dumbledore responded.
Inside, watching from a bay window, Lavender and Hermione laughed until they choked.
A/N: I wrote this when I was exceedingly bored, during a college visit today. It came to me in a dream…well, the Snape falling into a pool at the resort did. Anyways, this is the product of a bored, tired mind. If you don't like it – feel free to flame! Read, Review, you know the drill!
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"He's where?" Professor Severus Snape stood outside the Hogwarts Headmasters' office with an incredulous look on his face.
Professor Minerva McGonagall sighed. "I know. I warned him that this was not a good idea, but you know Albus. When he gets an idea into his head, nothing and no one can dissuade him." She shrugged. "You and I are in complete agreement on this one, Severus."
Snape shook his head in disbelief. "I have to see him. You know what its about. This information – it is absolutely imperative that it gets to the Headmaster."
"Go find him. Like I said, he's at the Muggle resort Le Manoir Richeleiu, located in Quebec, Canada. You'll have to go incognito, of course."
Snape grimaced. This thought that obviously not occurred to him. "Le Manoir Richeleiu," he repeated. McGonagall nodded. "All right," he said, defeated. "I shall return to speak to the rest of the staff about Voldemort's plans, even if Albus will not."
The Transfiguration professor laid a hand on the shoulder of the much taller man in front of her. She smiled; she could remember Severus Snape as a student at Hogwarts, and now he was a professor himself. Her smile faded slightly as she recalled the risks that he daily took to ensure her safety, indeed, the safety of the whole world. "Do be careful, won't you Severus?" McGonagall did worry about him, in fact, more than she ever let on.
Snape looked down, and pushed his long hair out of his eyes. "Thanks, Minerva. I will." And he strode off down the hall to his chambers. He had to dress like a Muggle.
*~*
About an hour later, Snape surveyed himself in front of his mirror. He was moderately pleased with what he saw, and thought that he could pass for a Muggle very well. He was wearing a black button-down shirt, with the first few buttons undone, showing a bit of smooth, pale chest. He was wearing black pants that apparently Muggles called Dockers, and Birkenstock sandals. He had pulled his black hair back in a low ponytail to keep it out of his eyes, and he wore dark sunglasses. The mirror spluttered, and Snape grinned. He strode from the room, and went off to apparate.
He apparated into a field outside of the resort. Snape picked himself up from the grassy ground, dusted himself off, and set off in the direction of the resort. Before long, he came to a gate, which apparently required some sort of key, or card. Snape could not figure out which. He shrugged, and decided to wait until someone came out so that he could get in.
*~*
Hermione Granger sighed, and slid into the hot water of the outdoor hot tub. She was on holiday from school, and as her parents were Muggles, they had had to travel in the Muggle fashion: an airplane. Hermione hated airplanes. They had just arrived at the resort they were staying at for two weeks, and when she had reached her room, she had immediately slipped on her bikini and headed to the hot tub. Hermione sighed and looked around her. Le Manoir Richeleiu, she reflected: swank. She closed her eyes, and just focused on the sensations of the hot water against her bare skin. Just then, she heard a familiar voice behind her. "Hermione?"
She opened her eyes and turned around. "Lavender?" Lavender Brown smiled down at her fellow Gryffindor classmate.
"Hey! What are you doing here?"
Hermione shrugged. "My parents are Muggles, and they have always loved this place. They go every year, but this is the first time they have ever taken me along with them. How about you?"
Lavender smiled. "My uncle, aunt, and cousins are Muggles, and I'm along on their holiday to watch the children, so that the adults can get some privacy. I'm on break now, so I thought I'd come down to the hot tub." She ditched her robe, and slid into the water next to Hermione.
Snape had been watching the scene with interest, aware that the two girls looked familiar to him. Suddenly it hit him: Hermione Granger, know it all, and Lavender Brown, boy-crazy ditz with no substance! What were they wearing? he wondered. Or more apropos, he wondered what they weren't wearing!
As Snape was pondering these thoughts, Lavender glanced at her professor. She giggled. "What?" asked Hermione curiously.
"Don't look over," Lavender whispered, "but there is a tall, extremely handsome man standing at the gate, watching us."
Hermione shook her head, and disobeyed the order, and looked over at Snape. She failed to recognize him either. "Well, Lavender, I don't know if I'll ever say this again, but I agree with you, he's really good- looking. Perhaps he's forgotten his key-card," she pondered.
Snape looked at his watch. He needed to see Albus and he needed to see him now. He really couldn't wait anymore for someone to open the door for him, so he glanced furtively around him. No one was around, except Miss Granger and Miss Brown, and he immediately dismissed them and their scantily-clothed bodies from his thoughts, so he whipped out his wand (A/N: No! Not that wand…*snicker*) and muttered a quick spell: Alohomora. The gate swung open, and he walked in.
Lavender giggled madly, and Snape mentally rolled his eyes. He turned his head, opened his mouth to utter a crushing retort, but he failed to see Lavender's bathrobe lying forgotten on the ground. He tripped, and staggered slightly to the left, and toppled sideways into the hot tub. The girls screamed as the tall stranger fell in, was submerged in the hot water, and resurfaced dripping wet, his black eyes glinting dangerously at them. Hermione grabbed Lavender's arm painfully. How could she not have seen it before? His hair had deserted its ponytail when he fell into the water, and with him glaring at them, he was so much more recognizable. Hermione glanced at Lavender, and saw an identical look of horror on her face.
"Well, well," he sneered. "If it isn't Miss Granger and Miss Brown."
"P-p-professor Snape!" gasped Lavender. Hermione pinched the bridge of her nose, closed her eyes, and wished that he would just disappear.
Snape opened his mouth to say something else, but he was interrupted by a familiar voice. "Is this a school gathering that I was unaware of?" Dumbledore asked, a twinkle in his eye.
"Apparently," answered Snape dryly. "Albus, I have got to speak to you. Now."
"Can it wait?" asked Dumbledore disinterestedly, and he dropped the towel and slid into the hot tub.
"Please, put that back on Albus," moaned Snape, covering his eyes with one hand. But Dumbledore just laughed, and settled into the hot waters.
Lavender and Hermione, by this time, were completely speechless. They had suffered enough for one day, what with thinking that Snape was hot, and seeing Dumbledore in a Speedo. It was all just too much. Lavender was babbling incoherently.
Snape shot Hermione an annoyed look. "Can't you shut up her up, Miss Granger?" he asked, but it was not really a request.
Hermione gulped. "Come on, Lavender, shut up. Please…" But none of her entreaties would work, and she saw Snape becoming more and more irritated, so she excused herself and led her classmate from the hot tub.
"Praise be to whatever gods there may be," breathed Snape when they were gone. "I would have used an Unforgivable in about 3.2 seconds more of that crap."
"What did you want to tell me, Severus?" asked Dumbledore, ignoring his other comments regarding the Gryffindor students.
"It's about Voldemort, Albus. By the way, shouldn't you be at Hogwarts? If Voldemort finds out that you are at a Muggle resort, completely unprotected, there's no telling what he'll do. And at the cost of so many innocent lives," he added.
Dumbledore smiled at the Potions master. "I'm not going to limit my life because of Lord Voldemort," he said. Then, referring to the Potions master's state of clothing: "Wouldn't you be more comfortable in something else?" And before he could respond, Dumbledore transfigured Snape's wet clothes into a bathing suit, a thankfully more modest one than the one that the Headmaster was wearing. Snape rolled his eyes, aware that it was useless to argue with Dumbledore when he had his mind made up, and muttered a spell. A margarita appeared in his left hand.
"I might as well make the best of this situation," he sighed, taking a sip of his drink.
"That's the spirit," Dumbledore responded.
Inside, watching from a bay window, Lavender and Hermione laughed until they choked.