Disclaimer: All characters in this story belong to the talented J.K.
Rowling. The rights to Harry Potter belong to her, Scholastic, Bloomsbury,
and Warner Brothers. Needless to say, my only claim to the Harry Potter is
Books 4 and 5, the Chamber of Secrets DVD, and an addiction to Harry Potter
fanfiction.
This is my first attempt at SS/HG, and if you don't like the pairing, you might want to turn around. If you are interested in other stories, check out my other works (a shameless plug I know) and my favorites list. Many of which are not SS/HG. Otherwise enjoy and review.
This story is in response to the WIKTT second person challenge. The rules are as follows. 1.All stories must feature Hermione Granger and Severus Snape in some way. 2.All stories must be written in 2nd-person POV. 3."You" must be a character or creature from the Harry Potter Series. Be creative! "You" could be not only our beloved man in black, but Harry Potter, McGonagall, Flitwick, Filch, Dumbledore, Fleur Delacour, Moaning Myrtle, Colin Creevey, or Hagrid. In fact "you" don't even need to be human! "You" could be Peeves, a house-elf, a dementor, a basilisk, or Crookshanks! 4.The stories should be 2000 words or less. (A little 2nd-person goes a long way) 5.All stories must begin with: "You couldn't believe your eyes!" 6.All stories must be spellchecked. **Stories can be humorous or serious; whatever you choose. Most importantly, have fun!
************************************************************************* Filth in the Foyer
You couldn't believe your eyes. The nasty big-nosed man, from the family that not even that mangy excuse of a blood traitor son of yours would willingly associate with, was kissing the little mudblood bitch who followed the red headed blood traitor and the half-blood wonder around. In your hallway. Disgracing the home of your forefathers. It's sickening.
Then again, he is a blood traitor. A blood traitor from one of the poor, low-class, tacky families that should not have been allowed to attend Hogwarts; let alone become teachers. He was trash, if he wanted a girl, the mudblood was a good choice. He had no chance of getting a girl from a decent family. Maybe a half-blood would look at the hero of the war against the Dark Lord, if he was handsome, but as ugly as he was, a mudblood was all he could hope for.
She was pulling at his robes, trying to get them off. You were disgusted. Stupid mudblood slut. She's trying to have sex with the ugly traitor in your foyer. He pushed her robes off of her thin shoulders. He was caressing her bum through the material of the blue muggle clothing she was wearing under her robes. Why mudbloods feel the need to wear muggle clothing under their robes you will never know. You could stay silent no longer.
"FILTH! TRAITOR! MUDBLOOD TRASH! DISAGRACING THE HOME OF MY FATHERS! SHAGGING LIKE THE ILL-BRED CRETINS THAT YOU ARE IN MY FOYER! IF I WAS ALIVE, I WOULD NEVER PUT UP WITH FILTH LIKE YOU IN MY HOME!"
You watched as they hastily pulled their robes back in place. At the least they had the decency to look embarrassed. As the rest of the traitors, and filth come running into the foyer to see why you were yelling, you began to cackle as the two are found out. Since that bastard mutt of a son of yours insisted on leaving the house to the traitors, you could at least make their lives a living hell.
This is my first attempt at SS/HG, and if you don't like the pairing, you might want to turn around. If you are interested in other stories, check out my other works (a shameless plug I know) and my favorites list. Many of which are not SS/HG. Otherwise enjoy and review.
This story is in response to the WIKTT second person challenge. The rules are as follows. 1.All stories must feature Hermione Granger and Severus Snape in some way. 2.All stories must be written in 2nd-person POV. 3."You" must be a character or creature from the Harry Potter Series. Be creative! "You" could be not only our beloved man in black, but Harry Potter, McGonagall, Flitwick, Filch, Dumbledore, Fleur Delacour, Moaning Myrtle, Colin Creevey, or Hagrid. In fact "you" don't even need to be human! "You" could be Peeves, a house-elf, a dementor, a basilisk, or Crookshanks! 4.The stories should be 2000 words or less. (A little 2nd-person goes a long way) 5.All stories must begin with: "You couldn't believe your eyes!" 6.All stories must be spellchecked. **Stories can be humorous or serious; whatever you choose. Most importantly, have fun!
************************************************************************* Filth in the Foyer
You couldn't believe your eyes. The nasty big-nosed man, from the family that not even that mangy excuse of a blood traitor son of yours would willingly associate with, was kissing the little mudblood bitch who followed the red headed blood traitor and the half-blood wonder around. In your hallway. Disgracing the home of your forefathers. It's sickening.
Then again, he is a blood traitor. A blood traitor from one of the poor, low-class, tacky families that should not have been allowed to attend Hogwarts; let alone become teachers. He was trash, if he wanted a girl, the mudblood was a good choice. He had no chance of getting a girl from a decent family. Maybe a half-blood would look at the hero of the war against the Dark Lord, if he was handsome, but as ugly as he was, a mudblood was all he could hope for.
She was pulling at his robes, trying to get them off. You were disgusted. Stupid mudblood slut. She's trying to have sex with the ugly traitor in your foyer. He pushed her robes off of her thin shoulders. He was caressing her bum through the material of the blue muggle clothing she was wearing under her robes. Why mudbloods feel the need to wear muggle clothing under their robes you will never know. You could stay silent no longer.
"FILTH! TRAITOR! MUDBLOOD TRASH! DISAGRACING THE HOME OF MY FATHERS! SHAGGING LIKE THE ILL-BRED CRETINS THAT YOU ARE IN MY FOYER! IF I WAS ALIVE, I WOULD NEVER PUT UP WITH FILTH LIKE YOU IN MY HOME!"
You watched as they hastily pulled their robes back in place. At the least they had the decency to look embarrassed. As the rest of the traitors, and filth come running into the foyer to see why you were yelling, you began to cackle as the two are found out. Since that bastard mutt of a son of yours insisted on leaving the house to the traitors, you could at least make their lives a living hell.