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To: harry_luvs_snape @ yahoogroups.com
From: therealsevvie @ hotmail.com
Re: FIC: Keeping Score (1/1)
Greetings, listsibs.
This is my first attempt at writing fiction of any sort, and while I have ideas for longer stories, I thought I would begin with something short and smutty. I can hear the complaints already G. Feedback is appreciated (therealsevvie @ hotmail.com). Do not even attempt to flame me, as I assure you I will gut you and decorate your corpse with your intestines like a Christmas tree -- verbally, if I can't track you down.
Keeping Score
by RealSevvie
Xiomara Hooch hated Severus. She must, or else she would not have chosen to catch Mandrake fever on the day Professor Vector, the substitute quidditch coach, had taken his arithmancy class to visit the Ministry's Numerological Insurance Division... which was also the day of the last quidditch game of the year.
Ravenclaw versus Gryffindor, of course.
As Severus had volunteered to referee once before, Headmaster Dumbledore assumed, without asking, that he would be happy to fill the position again, which was how Severus found himself huddled on his broom in the freezing rain while bludgers and broom-mounted children and other dangerous objects whizzed through the dim sky around him.
He couldn't even see the ends of the pitch, so it wasn't surprising that he only found out Potter had caught the snitch when Colin Creevey (who only had trouble calling the game through the poor visibility when *Ravenclaw* scored) announced it.
Grumbling to himself, Severus landed, declared the Gryffindor victory, and began collecting quaffle and bludgers while players and spectators exited the pitch. He wondered if he had enough cherry-bark and grindylow-spit elixir to dose the entire school, as the rain hadn't deterred anyone from coming to Harry Potter's last quidditch match.
Although it would serve them right to let them suffer the consequences of their hero-worship, Severus knew he would be up late for the next week, brewing remedies for everything from the sniffles to pneumonia. He didn't know why he maintained his professional ethics when no one else seemed to, but he had learned long ago that he had only himself to answer to, and only himself to live with, and that he had better be sure he was capable of both.
He returned the quidditch balls to their chest and floated it into the equipment room adjoining the pitch, then spent a good half-hour putting the school brooms away *properly*, as the players had shoved them every which way into the rack, regardless of size and model.
By the time he made it to the locker room, his robes had settled like chill jellied-eel skin around him. He was not looking forward to the long walk back to his quarters.
The locker room was nearly empty, the last few stragglers dressing hurriedly as Severus entered the warm, steamy room. The thought of a hot shower tempted him, and he thought it would warm him against the trek back through the rain. Rather than making the last departing student pick up all the towels dropped on the floor, Snape simply glared at him until he ran, then set about levitating the used linens to the laundry basket.
Several minutes went by in which the room remained empty but for himself. Once he was certain of his privacy, he stripped away the soaked robes, delighted when the warm humidity touched his smooth, marble-white skin. He turned one of the showers on, and stepped under the spray, lukewarm water burning his chilled skin. He shuddered, stinging needles massaging life back into his flesh, stirring torpid blood, raising false colour to his pale body. Tipping his head back, face under the stream, he slid his hands down his throat and chest in a rare moment of indulgence.
Severus froze as he heard a small thud behind him. He half-turned, and opened his eyes just as Harry Potter -- sopping robes clinging obscenely, wild hair tamed into wet, snake-like strands pasted to his forehead -- dropped his other glove.
Severus stood unblinking and still as Potter raised his leg and removed a shin guard, all without shifting his curse-green eyes from his naked professor's face. The other guard fell, and there was a clink as the boy set his glasses on the bench. His hands moved to the lacings on his garish red quidditch robes, which were dark with rain.
"Potter," Severus said at last, lips the only part of him moving. "What are you doing?"
An insolent half-smile curved Potter's mouth. "I'm taking a shower, Professor."
"And why didn't you take your shower with your teammates?" Severus forced a measure of sternness into his voice.
The cheeky smile broadened to a true grin, and the green eyes glittered without the glass lenses to obscure them. "I stayed to ask Ron to take my Nova 500 to our dorm. Got caught by the crowd after I gave it to him." The last of this was muffled as Potter drew the robes over his head, exposing his smooth golden chest. He dropped the gaudy robes to the slick floor, toed off his boots, and yanked down trousers and pants in one go. Naked, he flicked on the shower next to Severus, and stepped into the spray.
"Do you need any assistance, Professor?"
"What?"
"You haven't moved since I came in." The green eyes bored into Severus, defiant and challenging as always, but also hungry. Potter's body thrummed with predatory tension.
"Mr Potter," Severus began, but he got no further, for Potter plucked the soap from the shelf and brought it to Severus' shoulders, running the slick, cold bar down his back, and boldly continued to the crack of his arse. A single step brought him into Severus' shower, and another had the Potions master up against the wall, Potter's tongue down his throat, Potter's erection stabbing his thigh. His mouth was hotter and wetter than the water raining down on them, warming Severus' lips, and before he could think better of it, he met the invading tongue with own.
"I have been trying to get you alone for months, Professor," Potter whispered against Severus' lips. "No matter how many cauldrons I melted or rules I broke, you just kept giving me detention with Filch. Must you always be so contrary?"
"With you?" Severus gasped. "Always." His arms came up around Potter, the sensation of wet skin sliding across wet skin driving blood to his prick, the traitorous flesh rubbing eagerly against Potter's firm stomach.
"And you have the nerve to call *me* stubborn. Turn around."
The order demanded defiance, and Potter seemed to realize this, for he pulled back and physically spun Severus around, pushing him unresisting into the cool tiles, thrusting soap-slick fingers into his arse in the same motion. The mild soap stung slightly, but the fingers expertly playing his prostate more than made for the small discomfort, and Severus moaned, and decided not to think, for then he would be obliged to protest.
"Like that, donÕt you?" Potter panted.
"Oh, Merlin, yes!" The words slipped out, and Severus pressed his lips tightly together to prevent any others from escaping.
It seemed enough for Potter, who bit his neck, and replaced fingers with cock so swiftly Severus only registered the change in thickness and heat, and then it was driving, driving; much-needed, unadmitted friction, flesh inside flesh, and the cold, hard tile pressing, strange and wonderful, against his prick.
Potter strained, rocking on the tips of his toes, and Severus bent to accomodate him. He thrust his hips back to meet the steel shaft pistoning into him, and PotterÕs hand seized Severus' prick and worked it, graceless compared to the skillful finger-fucking only moments before, but exactly what he needed -- hot and rough and slippery, the occasional cold kiss as the head brushed the wall.
And then Potter was screaming into his shoulder, devastating triumph and ecstatic defeat, warmth blossoming inside Severus even as he emptied himself onto the indifferent tile.
The water had grown distinctly cool by the time they stopped trembling.
"What, Mr Potter, was that all about?"
Potter sighed, and nuzzled the base of his neck, arms tightening around SeverusÕ waist. "Just evening the field, Professor. I owe you... or perhaps you owe me. I canÕt remember."
"Are we keeping score, then?"
"With you? Always."
~ Fin ~
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To: nimbus_witch @ iprimus.com.au
From: therealsevvie @ hotmail.com
Re: Re: your fic
What do you mean my characterization was off? A bunch of articles in Witch Weekly and an unauthorized -- and very shoddy -- biography, and suddenly Severus Snape has a set 'character'?
I shall interpret Snape's actions however I see fit, based on my knowledge of the man, which, I assure you, is greater than yours.
RealSevvie
_____
"I can teach you to bewitch the mind, and ensnare the senses..."
Visit my website: http: //www.snapeunabridged.witchworks.com
LJ: SerpentSnape
IM: RealSevvie
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To: goldsnitcher @ yahoo.com
From: therealsevvie @ hotmail.com
Re: Re: snape's character (was: your fic)
THANK you. I'm glad someone around here appreciates the art of subtlety.
BTW, I rather enjoyed your take on Harry's reaction to Cedric's death. Potter has his faults (which everyone conveniently forgets), but he is neither a whiner nor emotionally fragile. You managed to portray a sensitive yet strong character, without drowning him in the worst Gryffindor qualities.
RealSevvie
_____
"I can teach you to bewitch the mind, and ensnare the senses..."
Visit my website: http: //www.snapeunabridged.witchworks.com
LJ: SerpentSnape
IM: RealSevvie
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To: goldsnitcher @ yahoo.com
From: therealsevvie @ hotmail.com
Re: Re: potter's 'sensitivity' (was: snape's character (was: your fic))
LOL. Very true. I can understand the attraction when you put it that way, but I still think you're giving Potter too much credit. The real Potter and Snape hate each other, even though, as you say, they appear to be complimentary opposites. Feel free to IM me if you want to discuss it further.
RealSevvie
And yes, I was in Slytherin.
_____
"I can teach you to bewitch the mind, and ensnare the senses..."
Visit my website: http: //www.snapeunabridged.witchworks.com
LJ: SerpentSnape
IM: RealSevvie
* * * * *
*goldsnitcher is online*
RealSevvie: wb. get booted?
goldsnitcher: yes @%$^$!!!
RealSevvie: lol
goldsnitcher: as i was trying to say before i had to hex my puter, do you really think snape brought out the worst in potter?
RealSevvie: either that, or the other professors indulged him, so he felt less need to defy them.
goldsnitcher: or maybe snape was too harsh. he does have a reputation for unfairness
RealSevvie: snape is a very controlled man. do you really think his apparent bias was unintentional?
goldsnitcher: what possible reason could he have
RealSevvie: perhaps to bring a much-needed dose of reality to students who had gone straight from sheltered homes to a school where they were coddled by their professors and worshiped by their peers.
goldsnitcher: between his family and voldemort, potter had too much reality to face
RealSevvie: i wonder who started those rumours about his home life.
goldsnitcher: why do you think they're rumours?
RealSevvie: potter would never tolerate such treatment. he would have told someone
goldsnitcher: maybe he thought a gryffindor should endure what he couldn't change without complaining.
RealSevvie: potter not complain? you jest, sir. and if he didn't say anything, then where did the rumours start?
goldsnitcher: children see things.
RealSevvie: such as?
goldsnitcher: such as potter never getting any mail, only going home on summer hols, only getting christmas presents from friends, and always wearing old clothes that didn't fit right on the weekends.
RealSevvie: i fail to see how that adds up to abuse. perhaps his relatives were simply poor. in either case, i'm sure snape's conditioning helped the boy wonder prepare for voldemort.
goldsnitcher: so why did snape do it?
goldsnitcher: 'help' potter, i mean.
RealSevvie: maybe he felt the boy needed all the help he could get to fulfill expectations greater than anyone should have to carry.
goldsnitcher: i never thought of that. how do you know so much about snape? this stuff isn't in his biography
RealSevvie: didn't you read my screen name? i'm the real severus snape.
goldsnitcher: that's ok. i'm the real harry potter.
RealSevvie: :)
goldsnitcher: :P
To: harry_luvs_snape @ yahoogroups.com
From: therealsevvie @ hotmail.com
Re: FIC: Keeping Score (1/1)
Greetings, listsibs.
This is my first attempt at writing fiction of any sort, and while I have ideas for longer stories, I thought I would begin with something short and smutty. I can hear the complaints already G. Feedback is appreciated (therealsevvie @ hotmail.com). Do not even attempt to flame me, as I assure you I will gut you and decorate your corpse with your intestines like a Christmas tree -- verbally, if I can't track you down.
Keeping Score
by RealSevvie
Xiomara Hooch hated Severus. She must, or else she would not have chosen to catch Mandrake fever on the day Professor Vector, the substitute quidditch coach, had taken his arithmancy class to visit the Ministry's Numerological Insurance Division... which was also the day of the last quidditch game of the year.
Ravenclaw versus Gryffindor, of course.
As Severus had volunteered to referee once before, Headmaster Dumbledore assumed, without asking, that he would be happy to fill the position again, which was how Severus found himself huddled on his broom in the freezing rain while bludgers and broom-mounted children and other dangerous objects whizzed through the dim sky around him.
He couldn't even see the ends of the pitch, so it wasn't surprising that he only found out Potter had caught the snitch when Colin Creevey (who only had trouble calling the game through the poor visibility when *Ravenclaw* scored) announced it.
Grumbling to himself, Severus landed, declared the Gryffindor victory, and began collecting quaffle and bludgers while players and spectators exited the pitch. He wondered if he had enough cherry-bark and grindylow-spit elixir to dose the entire school, as the rain hadn't deterred anyone from coming to Harry Potter's last quidditch match.
Although it would serve them right to let them suffer the consequences of their hero-worship, Severus knew he would be up late for the next week, brewing remedies for everything from the sniffles to pneumonia. He didn't know why he maintained his professional ethics when no one else seemed to, but he had learned long ago that he had only himself to answer to, and only himself to live with, and that he had better be sure he was capable of both.
He returned the quidditch balls to their chest and floated it into the equipment room adjoining the pitch, then spent a good half-hour putting the school brooms away *properly*, as the players had shoved them every which way into the rack, regardless of size and model.
By the time he made it to the locker room, his robes had settled like chill jellied-eel skin around him. He was not looking forward to the long walk back to his quarters.
The locker room was nearly empty, the last few stragglers dressing hurriedly as Severus entered the warm, steamy room. The thought of a hot shower tempted him, and he thought it would warm him against the trek back through the rain. Rather than making the last departing student pick up all the towels dropped on the floor, Snape simply glared at him until he ran, then set about levitating the used linens to the laundry basket.
Several minutes went by in which the room remained empty but for himself. Once he was certain of his privacy, he stripped away the soaked robes, delighted when the warm humidity touched his smooth, marble-white skin. He turned one of the showers on, and stepped under the spray, lukewarm water burning his chilled skin. He shuddered, stinging needles massaging life back into his flesh, stirring torpid blood, raising false colour to his pale body. Tipping his head back, face under the stream, he slid his hands down his throat and chest in a rare moment of indulgence.
Severus froze as he heard a small thud behind him. He half-turned, and opened his eyes just as Harry Potter -- sopping robes clinging obscenely, wild hair tamed into wet, snake-like strands pasted to his forehead -- dropped his other glove.
Severus stood unblinking and still as Potter raised his leg and removed a shin guard, all without shifting his curse-green eyes from his naked professor's face. The other guard fell, and there was a clink as the boy set his glasses on the bench. His hands moved to the lacings on his garish red quidditch robes, which were dark with rain.
"Potter," Severus said at last, lips the only part of him moving. "What are you doing?"
An insolent half-smile curved Potter's mouth. "I'm taking a shower, Professor."
"And why didn't you take your shower with your teammates?" Severus forced a measure of sternness into his voice.
The cheeky smile broadened to a true grin, and the green eyes glittered without the glass lenses to obscure them. "I stayed to ask Ron to take my Nova 500 to our dorm. Got caught by the crowd after I gave it to him." The last of this was muffled as Potter drew the robes over his head, exposing his smooth golden chest. He dropped the gaudy robes to the slick floor, toed off his boots, and yanked down trousers and pants in one go. Naked, he flicked on the shower next to Severus, and stepped into the spray.
"Do you need any assistance, Professor?"
"What?"
"You haven't moved since I came in." The green eyes bored into Severus, defiant and challenging as always, but also hungry. Potter's body thrummed with predatory tension.
"Mr Potter," Severus began, but he got no further, for Potter plucked the soap from the shelf and brought it to Severus' shoulders, running the slick, cold bar down his back, and boldly continued to the crack of his arse. A single step brought him into Severus' shower, and another had the Potions master up against the wall, Potter's tongue down his throat, Potter's erection stabbing his thigh. His mouth was hotter and wetter than the water raining down on them, warming Severus' lips, and before he could think better of it, he met the invading tongue with own.
"I have been trying to get you alone for months, Professor," Potter whispered against Severus' lips. "No matter how many cauldrons I melted or rules I broke, you just kept giving me detention with Filch. Must you always be so contrary?"
"With you?" Severus gasped. "Always." His arms came up around Potter, the sensation of wet skin sliding across wet skin driving blood to his prick, the traitorous flesh rubbing eagerly against Potter's firm stomach.
"And you have the nerve to call *me* stubborn. Turn around."
The order demanded defiance, and Potter seemed to realize this, for he pulled back and physically spun Severus around, pushing him unresisting into the cool tiles, thrusting soap-slick fingers into his arse in the same motion. The mild soap stung slightly, but the fingers expertly playing his prostate more than made for the small discomfort, and Severus moaned, and decided not to think, for then he would be obliged to protest.
"Like that, donÕt you?" Potter panted.
"Oh, Merlin, yes!" The words slipped out, and Severus pressed his lips tightly together to prevent any others from escaping.
It seemed enough for Potter, who bit his neck, and replaced fingers with cock so swiftly Severus only registered the change in thickness and heat, and then it was driving, driving; much-needed, unadmitted friction, flesh inside flesh, and the cold, hard tile pressing, strange and wonderful, against his prick.
Potter strained, rocking on the tips of his toes, and Severus bent to accomodate him. He thrust his hips back to meet the steel shaft pistoning into him, and PotterÕs hand seized Severus' prick and worked it, graceless compared to the skillful finger-fucking only moments before, but exactly what he needed -- hot and rough and slippery, the occasional cold kiss as the head brushed the wall.
And then Potter was screaming into his shoulder, devastating triumph and ecstatic defeat, warmth blossoming inside Severus even as he emptied himself onto the indifferent tile.
The water had grown distinctly cool by the time they stopped trembling.
"What, Mr Potter, was that all about?"
Potter sighed, and nuzzled the base of his neck, arms tightening around SeverusÕ waist. "Just evening the field, Professor. I owe you... or perhaps you owe me. I canÕt remember."
"Are we keeping score, then?"
"With you? Always."
~ Fin ~
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To: nimbus_witch @ iprimus.com.au
From: therealsevvie @ hotmail.com
Re: Re: your fic
What do you mean my characterization was off? A bunch of articles in Witch Weekly and an unauthorized -- and very shoddy -- biography, and suddenly Severus Snape has a set 'character'?
I shall interpret Snape's actions however I see fit, based on my knowledge of the man, which, I assure you, is greater than yours.
RealSevvie
_____
"I can teach you to bewitch the mind, and ensnare the senses..."
Visit my website: http: //www.snapeunabridged.witchworks.com
LJ: SerpentSnape
IM: RealSevvie
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To: goldsnitcher @ yahoo.com
From: therealsevvie @ hotmail.com
Re: Re: snape's character (was: your fic)
THANK you. I'm glad someone around here appreciates the art of subtlety.
BTW, I rather enjoyed your take on Harry's reaction to Cedric's death. Potter has his faults (which everyone conveniently forgets), but he is neither a whiner nor emotionally fragile. You managed to portray a sensitive yet strong character, without drowning him in the worst Gryffindor qualities.
RealSevvie
_____
"I can teach you to bewitch the mind, and ensnare the senses..."
Visit my website: http: //www.snapeunabridged.witchworks.com
LJ: SerpentSnape
IM: RealSevvie
* * * * *
To: goldsnitcher @ yahoo.com
From: therealsevvie @ hotmail.com
Re: Re: potter's 'sensitivity' (was: snape's character (was: your fic))
LOL. Very true. I can understand the attraction when you put it that way, but I still think you're giving Potter too much credit. The real Potter and Snape hate each other, even though, as you say, they appear to be complimentary opposites. Feel free to IM me if you want to discuss it further.
RealSevvie
And yes, I was in Slytherin.
_____
"I can teach you to bewitch the mind, and ensnare the senses..."
Visit my website: http: //www.snapeunabridged.witchworks.com
LJ: SerpentSnape
IM: RealSevvie
* * * * *
*goldsnitcher is online*
RealSevvie: wb. get booted?
goldsnitcher: yes @%$^$!!!
RealSevvie: lol
goldsnitcher: as i was trying to say before i had to hex my puter, do you really think snape brought out the worst in potter?
RealSevvie: either that, or the other professors indulged him, so he felt less need to defy them.
goldsnitcher: or maybe snape was too harsh. he does have a reputation for unfairness
RealSevvie: snape is a very controlled man. do you really think his apparent bias was unintentional?
goldsnitcher: what possible reason could he have
RealSevvie: perhaps to bring a much-needed dose of reality to students who had gone straight from sheltered homes to a school where they were coddled by their professors and worshiped by their peers.
goldsnitcher: between his family and voldemort, potter had too much reality to face
RealSevvie: i wonder who started those rumours about his home life.
goldsnitcher: why do you think they're rumours?
RealSevvie: potter would never tolerate such treatment. he would have told someone
goldsnitcher: maybe he thought a gryffindor should endure what he couldn't change without complaining.
RealSevvie: potter not complain? you jest, sir. and if he didn't say anything, then where did the rumours start?
goldsnitcher: children see things.
RealSevvie: such as?
goldsnitcher: such as potter never getting any mail, only going home on summer hols, only getting christmas presents from friends, and always wearing old clothes that didn't fit right on the weekends.
RealSevvie: i fail to see how that adds up to abuse. perhaps his relatives were simply poor. in either case, i'm sure snape's conditioning helped the boy wonder prepare for voldemort.
goldsnitcher: so why did snape do it?
goldsnitcher: 'help' potter, i mean.
RealSevvie: maybe he felt the boy needed all the help he could get to fulfill expectations greater than anyone should have to carry.
goldsnitcher: i never thought of that. how do you know so much about snape? this stuff isn't in his biography
RealSevvie: didn't you read my screen name? i'm the real severus snape.
goldsnitcher: that's ok. i'm the real harry potter.
RealSevvie: :)
goldsnitcher: :P