Disclaimer: I forgot to admit that none of these wonderful characters
belong to me. Sorry, it was just part of my plan to take over the world.
And yes, that includes Snape, that wonderfully sarcastic, and greatly
sadistic creature. Nor do I own Dracula Dead and Loving It. I do own
Patricia Eston, however, and she will be one of the main characters in both
of the other two fanfics I'm writing at this point in time.
The next morning, Snape woke up with a horrible headache and an equally horrible feeling of doom. He sat up, trying to figure out where he was, and saw Minerva McGonagall sleeping a few feet away. All of a sudden, he knew why he felt that something horrible was about to happen.
"But I lost through cheating!" he said out loud.
"You still lost. Sorry!" McGonagall said tiredly. Snape could tell by the look on her face that she wasn't sorry in the least.
"Bitch."
McGonagall just grinned.
"I try."
Snape scowled at her and then winced when he felt his head pound. He got up and staggered down to his office to take a headache potion. He had to think of a way to get out of this. The class wasn't until 2:30, so that gave him.
"Holy shit! I slept till noon?!?!?!?" he shouted when he looked at his watch. "Dammit, dammit, dammit!!! I don't have time to get out of it!"
"Get out of what?" asked a voice he had hoped he wouldn't hear. Turning around he came face to face with the love of his life, Patricia Eston.
"You already know," he accused, seeing the wicked grin on her face.
"Yes I do know. Just a pity I wasn't there when you realized what you have to do today. Minerva said it was the funniest thing she's ever seen," she said sadistically. "I'll make you a deal though," she continued, gently touching his face. "You teach the sex-ed class, and I will give you your very own advanced sex-ed lesson after you're finished." She looked up at him with an expression that promised many things, and he caught his breath. (A/N: sorry, I just love that phrase)
"Okay," he managed to get out before she very effectively shut him up by planting a very passionate kiss on his mouth. He was reminded of why he loved her so much; she was gentle and loving when the situation called for it, yet wild and untamed when they were alone. She broke the kiss and when he looked at her, hew saw that her face was flushed, and he had managed to muss up her normally unmussed hair.
"I want to suck your." she trailed off as she looked over his shoulder. "Blood. Dracula Dead and Loving It. Good movie that. Well, got to be going! See you at dinner, Professor!" And with that she spun around and headed in the opposite direction leaving him swearing that he would curse whichever student had-
"Oh, hello, Headmaster," he said coolly when he turned around.
"Severus," Dumbledore acknowledged with a smirk. "She wants to suck your blood, hey? Didn't get enough of vampires when she was with Quirrell?"
Snape felt the blood rushing to his face, and was quite glad that it was mostly dark in the lower corridors.
"Well, must be off, Albus, have a headache that just won't go away." With that, his headache returned full force and he retreated to the safety of his office muttering, "Potion. Must have potion. Pretty purple coloured potion. Need pain reliever. The world is spinning. going dark. the walls are closing in. can't take it anymore. oh the humanity!!!! Dracula Dead and Loving It???? What the hell is THAT??? Bloody Muggles. Can't even realize that Dracula wasn't a vampire; he was a bloody WHORE for the love of Pete!!! Oh. Wait. That was his daughter. Never mind." He looked through his cabinets not realizing he was talking to himself before conceding that he couldn't take the one thing that would help the most. He looked longingly at the bottle of Irish Cream Whisky before putting it back in his room. Sitting on his desk, he stared blankly at the wall, willing time to suddenly stop.
The next morning, Snape woke up with a horrible headache and an equally horrible feeling of doom. He sat up, trying to figure out where he was, and saw Minerva McGonagall sleeping a few feet away. All of a sudden, he knew why he felt that something horrible was about to happen.
"But I lost through cheating!" he said out loud.
"You still lost. Sorry!" McGonagall said tiredly. Snape could tell by the look on her face that she wasn't sorry in the least.
"Bitch."
McGonagall just grinned.
"I try."
Snape scowled at her and then winced when he felt his head pound. He got up and staggered down to his office to take a headache potion. He had to think of a way to get out of this. The class wasn't until 2:30, so that gave him.
"Holy shit! I slept till noon?!?!?!?" he shouted when he looked at his watch. "Dammit, dammit, dammit!!! I don't have time to get out of it!"
"Get out of what?" asked a voice he had hoped he wouldn't hear. Turning around he came face to face with the love of his life, Patricia Eston.
"You already know," he accused, seeing the wicked grin on her face.
"Yes I do know. Just a pity I wasn't there when you realized what you have to do today. Minerva said it was the funniest thing she's ever seen," she said sadistically. "I'll make you a deal though," she continued, gently touching his face. "You teach the sex-ed class, and I will give you your very own advanced sex-ed lesson after you're finished." She looked up at him with an expression that promised many things, and he caught his breath. (A/N: sorry, I just love that phrase)
"Okay," he managed to get out before she very effectively shut him up by planting a very passionate kiss on his mouth. He was reminded of why he loved her so much; she was gentle and loving when the situation called for it, yet wild and untamed when they were alone. She broke the kiss and when he looked at her, hew saw that her face was flushed, and he had managed to muss up her normally unmussed hair.
"I want to suck your." she trailed off as she looked over his shoulder. "Blood. Dracula Dead and Loving It. Good movie that. Well, got to be going! See you at dinner, Professor!" And with that she spun around and headed in the opposite direction leaving him swearing that he would curse whichever student had-
"Oh, hello, Headmaster," he said coolly when he turned around.
"Severus," Dumbledore acknowledged with a smirk. "She wants to suck your blood, hey? Didn't get enough of vampires when she was with Quirrell?"
Snape felt the blood rushing to his face, and was quite glad that it was mostly dark in the lower corridors.
"Well, must be off, Albus, have a headache that just won't go away." With that, his headache returned full force and he retreated to the safety of his office muttering, "Potion. Must have potion. Pretty purple coloured potion. Need pain reliever. The world is spinning. going dark. the walls are closing in. can't take it anymore. oh the humanity!!!! Dracula Dead and Loving It???? What the hell is THAT??? Bloody Muggles. Can't even realize that Dracula wasn't a vampire; he was a bloody WHORE for the love of Pete!!! Oh. Wait. That was his daughter. Never mind." He looked through his cabinets not realizing he was talking to himself before conceding that he couldn't take the one thing that would help the most. He looked longingly at the bottle of Irish Cream Whisky before putting it back in his room. Sitting on his desk, he stared blankly at the wall, willing time to suddenly stop.
