Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, her various publishers, and Warner Bros., Inc. No copyright or trademark infringement is intended. I'm not making any money from this, I'm just having some fun.
A/N. Thanks to Laylee, who not only checked this over for me, but keeps encouraging me to write.
Bare-Faced Cheek
Severus shut the door to the kitchen of Grimmauld Place slowly and faced Remus, sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose.
"The bare-faced cheek of those brats!"
"What's up?" Remus asked.
Severus rubbed his face as visions of Draco's backside in between Harry's spread legs, clearly doing something not intended for a dining table, swam before his eyes.
"We're going out to eat," he announced stiffly, rather than answering the question, and swept down the hallway muttering darkly about having to live with hormonal teenagers.
Remus followed, trying to hide his amusement.
"I guess you meant bare-arsed cheek, Severus."
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