Just a little something I found in a notebook and ran with. The OC is just someone that I threw in because no one else in the fandom really fit. Really, us Fans are just way too weird to be actual HP characters, so sometimes, to make our ideas publishable, we have to make an odd character up as well. ;)

Enjoy!

Harry, Lupin, myself and Sirius were sitting at the table in the dining room of Grimauld Place, waiting for the rest of the household to get their arses down here so we could all eat. Apparently, in some families it was rude to start without everybody present.

Bummer that the Weasley family was one of those.

"If they're seriously not down here in two minutes, I vote we eat without them," I muttered, feeling –and hearing- my stomach growl for the tenth time in five minutes.

Sirius barked a laugh, (no pun intended), and slung an arm over the back of my chair.

"I know you were sorted into Gryfindor, but really a little patience would do you good," he smirked. I resisted the urge to stick my tongue out at him.

"Last time I skip lunch to help you out," I grumbled, giving him a playful shove. With a not so playful meaning behind it. Arse.

Anything he was about to say was cut off as a shape filled the doorway. We all looked up, me probably more excited than the rest at the prospect of finally getting to eat.

The shape detached itself from the shadowed hallway and in walked…Snape? Well…at least he was better looking than the Weasleys. To me at least.

"Do forgive me for interrupting your evening," he sneered, and I just about swooned at his voice. Maybe the low blood sugar was affecting my brain. "But I am in need of Miss Saunders for a moment."

Harry, Lupin and Sirius looked at me and I fought the urge to pout. What was it with these people and trying to starve me?

"…What'd I do?" I asked instead, scrambling to think of something to say to keep me at the table where the food would be.

"Nothing yet, surprisingly," Tall, Dark and Brooding said sardonically, "but if you don't come with me, preferably now, I'm sure that will change." I sighed and slowly rose from the table and headed over to him as he added, "I won't keep you long if you cooperate."

Well, didn't that just sound ominous? At least it was Snape, the teacher that a few of us, myself included, actually had a crush on. Kinda weird, right? But there was just something about the intelligence that practically oozed from the man and his deep silky voice, strong hands and his smell that was... Yeah, probably best to derail that particular train of thought.

At least for now.

"Do I get to know where we're going?" I asked as I was ushered out of the dining room by a hand on the small of my back. Kinda odd. Snape really didn't strike me as the touchy-feely type.

We walked down the hall and turned a corner and I found myself being guided into a small room that was devoid of anything.

Well, that answered that question.

I turned around in the middle of the room and watched as Snape turned and locked the door, first manually and then magically.

Yep, I was starting to get creeped out.

Slowly I took a few steps back, causing Snape to turn to me suddenly, a smirk on his face. Oh, that wasn't worrisome at all.

"Worried?" Snape all but purred and I remembered his ability to basically read people's minds. There was no doubt about it, I was screwed. And with my luck, not even in the good way.

"Um, confused?" I asked rather than stated. Was I worried? Yeah, a little bit since I'd just been shoved and then locked into a small room with my professor! …who was actually really hot at the moment with his smirk and glittering obsidian eyes.

Yup. Totally screwed.

"Have no fear, Miss Saunders," Snape suddenly spoke, " I am simply here for a favor."

And there went my mind into the gutter. Perhaps I was hanging around the Marauders too much?

"A-a favor?" I stuttered out, trying to wrestle my mind back to the safe non-gutter place that was reality. Which was actually a bit suggestive, what with the professor locking a student into a dark room with him while he asked for a favor which I was actually a bit nervous to hear. Seriously, no more trashy romance novels for me.

"Yes. A favor. It seems that I am in need of a tuft of fur for an experimental potion I am brewing."

My eyes widened and I tried desperately not to pale too much.

"F-fur?" I asked as innocently as I could. Judging from the unimpressed eyebrow that was raised in my direction, it didn't really work.

"Really, Miss Saunders," Snape drawled, "it is amazing how you escaped detention so many times with that see-through act. You and I both know you know exactly what I'm talking about. I am not leaving until I get what I came here for, so I suggest you begin cooperating now. Starting with you not trying to lie to me."

I deflated as I stood there. "Fine," I murmured. "How…how long have you known?"

"Since probably before you did," the insufferable man smirked.

My eyes snapped up to meet his. "And you never said anything? Never turned me in?" After all, I was an unregistered Animagus which the Ministry, (and Hogwarts as far as I knew), frowned upon.

"Believe it or not, Miss Saunders," Snape bit out, "I am capable of thinking of others."

Huh. Interesting. He apparently knew that Harry and I were filling in for Mooney's missing pack members and he was okay with it; encouraging it even by not turning us in.

"…Well, thanks, Professor," I murmured finally. And cue awkward silence. Not an acknowledgement of my thanks, not a sneer, nothing. Just jet black eyes staring down at me.

And then I realized why.

"What, seriously?! Right now?" I gaped.

Snape rose his eyes to the ceiling and muttered something under this breath that I didn't quite catch except for 'Gryffindors'. Great. So it was nothing nice then.

"Yes, now, Miss Saunders or I would not be in Black's humble abode," came the irritated response.

I was still gaping. I had to undress to change unless I wanted to shred my clothes! And while okay, I admit, I'd thought of him in certain…contexts before, it was not in a closed room in Sirius' house with my pseudo family down the hall for crying out loud!

"But- I mean- It's not—"

"I locked the door, Miss Saunders," Snape interrupted my blubbering, "and there are silencing spells up. No one is going to know if that's what you're worried about."

Yeah, that was all I was worried about. Not, you know, the whole stripping-in-front-of-a-teacher-I-had-a-crush-on-for-years-in-a-dark-suggestive-room thing. Not that at all.

I must've stayed silent too long, or had a really creeped out look on my face because suddenly Snape spoke up, "I do intend to turn to the door, Miss Saunders. You will have privacy."

I steeled myself and then gave a nod. It's not like he was going to leave before he got some of my fur. Might as well get it over with.

"Okay," I said quietly, "but not until you face the wall."

Surprisingly, Snape complied without a word and I found myself shucking clothes as fast as I could. I just had to wear jeans and tennis shoes today, didn't I?

After the sixth time of trying to unbutton my pants, Snape suddenly scoffed, "Really, Miss Saunders, there is no reason to rush quite so much. You are making this take much longer than necessary. I am currently facing away from you and have no intention of turning around until given the word. Do slow down and try to actually accomplish what you're trying to do soon. I do have other places to be."

Having frozen at his voice, I resumed taking off my pants, but not before sticking my tongue out at the back of his head.

"And ten points from Gryffindor," Snape smirked at the wall. "Do keep your tongue inside your mouth, Miss Saunders."

I gaped at him for a moment, how did he do that?, before realizing I was now completely naked. Blushing, I quickly morphed down into a small silver she-fox. At least this form had covering.

When Snape still didn't turn around, I gave a yip to let him know I was done. This was not exactly how I wanted to spend my evening. A bit awkward, actually. Though, it would make for some interesting daydreams later.

Snape turned around slowly. When he was again facing me, he looked over at the clothes and undergarments that were scattered around my feet and then met my eyes.

"Of course you'd be a Vixen," he muttered to himself and I cocked my silvery head to the side. Duh. That's what she-foxes were called.

Waving a hand as if to bat away what he'd just said, Snape continued, "No matter. Let's just get this over and done with, shall we? Then I may be on my way and you can return to the dining room."

My stomach chose that moment to growl and I yipped in excitement, bouncing around on my paws. There was a sideeffect that I still wasn't sure about in this form; I was much more playful and affectionate. So hey, here's a great idea! Let's make me change into a form that is run very much on instinct and emotion and lock me in a dimly lit room, essentially naked, with a professor whom I have a crush on!

Screw you, Universe.

But, it had happened, so I might as well enjoy it. Anything I potentially did could be written off as animal instinct or just me being…well, me; difficult and uncooperative. So really, this was a win-win situation.

And Snape owed it to me for making me miss out on the food I could now smell.

I couldn't help the pitiful whine that escaped me when I smelled the meal Molly had made. I also couldn't help but notice the small…smile?...that seemed to flit across Snape's lips before it disappeared. It was so quick I almost thought I'd imagined it. But whether I did or not, it was now a life mission to see it again.

Poor Snape wasn't going to know what hit him.

Suddenly, the Professor kneeled down until he was squatting in front of me. I walked up to him, sitting down in front of his knees, tail gracefully wrapping around my feet.

Coal black eyes, surprisingly soft, looked down at me as Snape reached into a pocket of his robes and pulled out a small, but sharp knife. Slowly, he brought it in front of him. I looked from the knife to him with a questioning look.

Since, you know, I couldn't really talk in this form.

"The potion I'm experimenting with requires the fur to be cut. A wand will not have the desired effect," Snape explained, infinitely more patiently than he ever did in the classroom.

I nodded as best I could as a fox to show I understood.

Snape looked me over for a few moments before murmuring, though more to himself than to me, "The fur will have to be a certain color and texture for it to take… Nothing too coarse or too silver…"

I rose to my pawed feet and leaned up, nudging his free hand with my head, much like a dog begging for attention. Which I totally was. Begging for attention, that is.

And why not? This was totally a once in a lifetime opportunity that I'd get to be all…touchy feely with this amazing man without landing myself either in detention or in a shallow grave.

Heck yes I was going to milk this situation for all it was worth!

Nudging along under his hand had the desired effect as his long fingered, quite frankly beautiful hand fell from my head to my shoulders. I wiggled and shifted my body from side to side until his hand was then on my back.

Realization dawned in Snape's obsidian eyes and he looked closely at me. I leaned in towards his face and then, right when we were nose to nose, yipped, reaching forward and bumping my own wet nose against his crooked one.

An exasperated, yet somehow amused, huff of breath escaped him and he began moving his hand over my fur on his own, searching for the perfect tuft of fur for his potion.

Well, that's what he was actually doing. In my head…well, he was doing it for another reason. So, it really wasn't my fault that I started a low purring growl that seemed to vibrate up from my very soul. I hadn't even been aware foxes could purr, but then, I always had been a weird child. And really, it was Snape's fault! If his hands weren't so gentle and soothing…

I gave him a glare through half-lidded eyes while still purring which caused the man in question to smirk. Though, the smirk seemed much less nasty than usual. Almost as if… no, he couldn't have been enjoying this too, right?

"The purring offset the glare, m'dear," he murmured in his dark, velvety voice and my purring growl increased at his banter. Without my permission of course. Awesome. All the feelings I'd been trying to hide would be common knowledge in the next two minutes at this rate.

A sudden, triumphant sound from the crouched man in front of me startled me out of my thoughts. Snape's hands stilled in my fur and no!, I did not whimper at that!, and he brought the knife up slowly.

Looking at me for a moment, he carefully sliced off a small chunk. He leaned back, away from me, tuft of fur in hand.

I tore my eyes away from his face and looked down at my side, down by where my back leg connected with the rest of me, where he'd cut the fur from.

I wasn't sure if my foxy face could show disappointment, (apparently, I could purr which I hadn't any clue about before it'd happened), so I wasn't going to risk him seeing it.

Looking closer at where he'd cut, I saw that while not incredibly noticeable, I could tell that I was a tuft of fur short. An evil smile may or may not have curled across my whiskers.

I'd just found a way to keep this going! Even if it was for just a few more minutes.

Now…to get Snape to do it…

"I didn't cut you, did I?" the smooth voice intoned from up above me. Startled, I snapped my head up to Snape and somewhat awkwardly shook my head. No matter what the movies said, animals were not supposed to make movements that were distinctly human. It felt weird.

Snape's concern, if that's indeed what it was, disappeared in the face of my negative answer and he demanded, "Then what's the problem?"

I turned around so the other side of me was facing the Potions Master. Looking meaningfully at Snape, then his knife, I looked down at the same spot he'd cut from on the other side.

After doing this twice more, Snape seemed to understand what I wanted and scoffed.

"It's barely noticeable, Miss Saunders. And I am not a groomer."

I tried my best to give him a fox glare, but when that didn't seem to move him, I followed my instincts and let out a pitiful whimper.

The man froze for a second before sighing and leaning back towards me. Lifting the knife, he looked down his nose at my now happy fox form.

"I will deny this to my grave," he said seriously and I yipped in excitement, prancing around his knees. It worked! Puppy dog eyes had nothing on me!

A small, almost miniscule smile lifted the edges of his mouth.

"Stay still, Miss Saunders, or you'll end up an amputee."

I plopped myself down, though I couldn't stop my tail from wagging a few times. Was it weird I was this excited for him to just run a few fingers through my fur again? Probably. Did I care? …Not in the slightest.

An amused huff from Snape brought my attention raptly back to him as he intoned, "You're going to need to stand."

I looked at him for a moment before rising to my feet. As soon as I was steady, Snape's hands were running through my fur, though it didn't take nearly as long this time since he knew where he was going to cut.

But, when he stood, I swallowed the disappointed sound at the back of my throat and played the happy, content animagus, trotting over to my clothes.

Again, Snape turned around and I hurriedly dressed, still able to feel his hands on me.

Yup. This little favor was going to seriously star in some fantasies from this point onward.

"Thanks, Professor," I said suddenly, once I was sure I was fully dressed. The man slowly turned, obsidian eyes going over my form briefly before he met my eyes and nodded once.

"I…appreciate your help, Miss Saunders," he said, almost uncomfortably, heading to the door.

I grinned, not able to reign myself in in time and blurted, "You're welcome. Not a word, I promise, Professor. But, just for the record, you would make an excellent groomer, sir." My grin grew even wider as he turned around slowly.

Snape assessed me for a moment before he turned back to the door and stepped out into the hallway.

"Perhaps, Miss Saunders," he smirked over his shoulder, "you are right. I seem to have just the right…touch."

And with a final flourish of black robes, he was gone and I was left, face on fire and mouth hanging open, standing in the doorway and staring after him.