Author's Note: This is my first fic... please be gentle! cowers
Also, all recognizable characters and/or situations belong to the fertile mind of J.K. Rowling, may God bless her soul for ever.
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Severus Snape sat slouched in his leather chair beside his desk. He stared at his lesson plan and let his mind wander from here to there as it liked, because he knew that if he let it touch on what was troubling him most he would most likely give in to the temptation to walk the fifteen and a half paces into his study and get very, very drunk.
"Gods damn it! Why didn't I knock?" He slammed his fist onto the arm rest of his (rather expensive) furniture, as if by knocking now he could unsee Hermione Granger naked and dripping wet in the Prefects' Bathroom.
It was really nothing more than a very unfortunate accident. He had been billowing to the dungeons after a particularly trying supper which involved Albus asking him if he would like a gift certificate to a new beauty shop in Hogsmeade, Sybil Trelawney making eyes at him, and burnt steak to boot, when he suddenly had the urge to immediately seek out a restroom. He turned a corner, and there was the door he believe held relief- treacherous old castle.
And now he couldn't get the images out of his mind.
He held his narrow face in his hands and sighed wearily. "What am I going to do?" he mumbled to no one specific. Well, a naughty voice in the back of his mind whispered, you could always go back to the bathroom sans boxers and...
"Shut up already, you horny little devil! She's a student for Gods' sake."
Well ex-cuse me for offering a suggestion.
"Wow. Even my own mind loves to make me miserable. Fuck." With that concise expletive, Potions Master Severus Snape went to his liquor cabinet, intent on getting well and truly pissed.
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a/n: OK, I know it's short as hell, but it's 1:32 am and I'm really getting kind of sleepy. Thanks to anyone who is reading this, much love to you and... I know everyone hates this... but Please review!