Wouldn't you like to know what happens next?!? Haha! Well, for your reading pleasure I've posted the rest of my wonderful story.
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The heavy dungeon door opened swiftly and in stepped Percy, the redheaded potions wonder. Snape would've thought that he liked the more conventional types of magic, such as charms, but potions was where he excelled.
"Hello. You wanted to see me?" asked Percy, easily and with a voice that implied he knew what was about to take place. He didn't look at all surprised that the room was dressed to entertain. In class Percy was uptight, rigid, and strict, but outside of the classroom he seemed suave and debonair.
"Well, have a seat," cooed Snape, gesturing to the chair opposite him.
Percy grinned toothily, but didn't look as cheesy as Lockhart when trying to impress. Sitting down smoothly Percy eyed the meal and, smiling profusely, inquired, "Had a bit of extra food, did you?"
"As a matter of fact, I did," stated Snape pompously. "You can help yourself to it, if you please."
But Percy didn't go for the food. He went straight for Snape's hand, which was resting heavily on the table. Snape looked up, startled, but clearly excited.
"I don't want anything to eat." Percy looked straight into Snape's eyes and sighed. "I'm sure we both know why I'm here. And I assure you that I was exuberant when I got your invitation."
They leaned in closely. So closely that Snape could see all of the blackheads on Percy's nose. He took care of himself, but a good soap wouldn't hurt. A little more distance was covered until a few centimeters would have doubled the space between them.
Both of them, at the same time, (though later each would swear that they the first to do it) backed away. Percy for hygienic reasons (Snape's breath was rank) and Snape for moral reasons.
"We cannot do this." Snape's conscience was obviously taking a toll on him. "You are a student, and I am a teacher. I should not have taken advantage of you like that."
Percy, obviously trying to end their meeting without hurting his teacher's feelings, agreed. "Yes, yes. Erm- I will live, but I just don't know how I'll go on," complained Percy with perhaps just a bit too much dramatic flare. "I should leave."
Snape looked at him miserably. "I suppose that would be the best thing to do. Well, don't forget your potions essay. It's due tomorrow."
Percy, with a sigh of relief that could never be mistaken for one of sadness, mumbled a goodbye and practically bolted for the exit.
Snape was left alone. He took out his book, "The Idiot's Guide to Getting the Mate You Want," and his pet, Lucinda. Sticking his frightfully large nose into the book he spoke.
"Next time, Weasley. Next time I swear I will get my way."
Lucinda looked up at him as if to say, "Next time you'd better get some breath mints, too."
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The End (Or is it?!?) I think it is. But my mind is subject to changing, so I wouldn't be surprised to see a chapter 3.
I would, however, be surprised to see that you have reviewed. I love surprises, so please do!
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The heavy dungeon door opened swiftly and in stepped Percy, the redheaded potions wonder. Snape would've thought that he liked the more conventional types of magic, such as charms, but potions was where he excelled.
"Hello. You wanted to see me?" asked Percy, easily and with a voice that implied he knew what was about to take place. He didn't look at all surprised that the room was dressed to entertain. In class Percy was uptight, rigid, and strict, but outside of the classroom he seemed suave and debonair.
"Well, have a seat," cooed Snape, gesturing to the chair opposite him.
Percy grinned toothily, but didn't look as cheesy as Lockhart when trying to impress. Sitting down smoothly Percy eyed the meal and, smiling profusely, inquired, "Had a bit of extra food, did you?"
"As a matter of fact, I did," stated Snape pompously. "You can help yourself to it, if you please."
But Percy didn't go for the food. He went straight for Snape's hand, which was resting heavily on the table. Snape looked up, startled, but clearly excited.
"I don't want anything to eat." Percy looked straight into Snape's eyes and sighed. "I'm sure we both know why I'm here. And I assure you that I was exuberant when I got your invitation."
They leaned in closely. So closely that Snape could see all of the blackheads on Percy's nose. He took care of himself, but a good soap wouldn't hurt. A little more distance was covered until a few centimeters would have doubled the space between them.
Both of them, at the same time, (though later each would swear that they the first to do it) backed away. Percy for hygienic reasons (Snape's breath was rank) and Snape for moral reasons.
"We cannot do this." Snape's conscience was obviously taking a toll on him. "You are a student, and I am a teacher. I should not have taken advantage of you like that."
Percy, obviously trying to end their meeting without hurting his teacher's feelings, agreed. "Yes, yes. Erm- I will live, but I just don't know how I'll go on," complained Percy with perhaps just a bit too much dramatic flare. "I should leave."
Snape looked at him miserably. "I suppose that would be the best thing to do. Well, don't forget your potions essay. It's due tomorrow."
Percy, with a sigh of relief that could never be mistaken for one of sadness, mumbled a goodbye and practically bolted for the exit.
Snape was left alone. He took out his book, "The Idiot's Guide to Getting the Mate You Want," and his pet, Lucinda. Sticking his frightfully large nose into the book he spoke.
"Next time, Weasley. Next time I swear I will get my way."
Lucinda looked up at him as if to say, "Next time you'd better get some breath mints, too."
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The End (Or is it?!?) I think it is. But my mind is subject to changing, so I wouldn't be surprised to see a chapter 3.
I would, however, be surprised to see that you have reviewed. I love surprises, so please do!