[Disclaimer: Dear JKR, can I please have Lucius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy and Severus Snape. I'll put 'em back all nice and everything. Yours sincerely, Adele Elisabeth]
Author's Note
This fanfiction was inspired by a role-play, where poor Severus, in the middle of kissing his wife, pauses, stops, and says:
"Minerva would never want to tag along would she.."
This, in turn, comes from RPMinerva's strange fascination with the Snape's sex-life. I was hyper when I came up with that, and I do apologise, most of all to poor Severus, who is about to suffer. Terribly. The title is a quote from the musical Fame, which my school is doing at the moment, and I'm in the ensemble. [looks proud] Anyway. It's said by Joe Vegas to Nick Piazza about Carmen Diaz, fairly early on.
I get the feeling Hayley's going to hurt me for this one…
Also, for those of you who are new to my work…Morganna is Severus's wife (duh) and for any other information, go, read my other stuff!
"…bad kitty! Bad kitty!"
by Adele Elisabeth
Summary: Severus has a nightmare. Her name is Minerva McGonagall.
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Severus cursed under his breath at the knock at the door. "Hellfire and damnation," he muttered, easing up out of the bath and finding his robe.
"What brilliant timing," Morganna drawled from where she lounged under the water. "Do be quick, darling."
"Of course," he said as he knotted the robe closed, leaning down to kiss her all too briefly. "Back in a moment." Exiting the bathroom, he made his way out through their chamber to open the door.
And stared, shocked. "M-Minerva? What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?"
Minerva McGonagall was standing in his doorway, wearing a far, far too revealing, flimsy leopard-print negligee, and evidently very little else. She held in one hand a bottle of wine, and in the other, three glasses…wait a second, three?
"Hello there, Sevvy," she purred. "Invite me in, why don't you?"
"Minerva McGonagall!" he shouted in protest when she approached him. "Stay back!"
She pouted, then grinned. Evilly. "Playing hard to get, Sevvy? I like it." And with that, she pounced.
"Get off me, you devil-woman," he exclaimed angrily, slapping away hands that were edging to the knot on his bathrobe and thrusting her unceremoniously to the side.
"Oooh. I likes it rough," she smirked.
Morganna, having been summoned by the strange noises, stood in the bathroom door, holding closed her dressing gown, not dry at all considering she hadn't bothered with a towel in her haste. "What in god's name is going on here?" she demanded.
Minerva gave another of those evil, evil grins. "Come to join the fun, Morgy dear?"
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Severus sat bolt upright in bed, awaking in a cold sweat. He looked around. Oh…thank god. Just a dream…just a dream…
"Severus?" a sleepy voice from somewhere in the dark inquired. "Severus, what's the matter?"
"Just a bad dream," he told her, settling back down and pulling her into his arms.
There was a knock at the door, and they both groaned. "What could that be?" Morganna said grumpily.
"I'll go—"
"No, don't worry, I will," she said, swinging her legs out of the bed. "You've got lessons tomorrow, go back to sleep."
She found her way through the dark and opened the door. Severus could hear quiet voices, then,
"Severus, it's Minerva—"
He was there in a flash, slamming the door shut.
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"And what a nightmare it would be." – Shannon, otherwise known as Sevvy Snape, on this very fanfiction. He plays the very bestest Sevvykins around, and writes some great fanfiction, no matter what he says.
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