Disclaimer: I own absolutely none of the characters in this fic besides
Essie, Loki, Professor Anyanka Draca, and a couple of very minor characters
in Ravenclaw and Slytherin. But I bet you knew that already, didn't you?
Otherwise, why would you be reading a fanfic? Huh? Oh well. Just had to
get the legal stuff put in.
~Fic Starts Here~
Professor Draca was busy grading papers. Well, she was SUPPOSED to be grading papers, and she LOOKED like she was grading papers, but in reality, she was actually thinking about her choices for the Yule Ball while staring avidly at Neville Longbottom's test and holding her grading quill. She actually looked quite convincing if you didn't stare at her for too long. If you did, you would notice she never moved her quill or changed test papers. But that was beside the point. She was reviewing her choices. Seeing as she had so many, it was VITAL she reviewed EVERY SINGLE QUALITY of EVERY SINGLE GUY that had asked her. Of course, that was going to take a HELL of a lot of time, but oh well. She was so NOT going to go with the wrong guy. She had all ready eliminated all the students who had asked her. It wouldn't do to go with a shorter, younger guy. She was down to her last 3: Dumbledore, Vector, and Hagrid. Um, make that 2, she thought as she crossed off Dumbledore from her mental list. Dumbledore was WAY too old for her. She made a note to herself to get McGonagall to ask him. They would so damn CUTE toge-
She looked up from Neville's test. Oh. The door was open. She looked again. Oh. Mr. Crook-nosed-pervert was coming in. She looked down at the test again and started grading like mad. She heard him walk closer. She suddenly had a mad curiosity about what type of underwear he wore. She blushed and continued grading. She knew immediately what he wanted. The man gave it all away by his posture. So stiff and nervous. "Yes, Severus, you may sit down. Thank you, I'm sure that comment you're thinking about my looks IS a compliment, not some sarcastic remark, yes, I'm not wearing shoes, and no to the ball. I've just come to a final decision on who-"
Snape held up his hand. "Draca, since when were we familiar enough to use first names?"
"Uh, since you forcefully snogged me in the hallway?"
"Oh. Right."
"Which I might add was completely uncalled for and-"
And Snape silenced her, once again with a kiss. He was getting rather good at it.
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5 minutes later, they were still at it. Somehow, Anya had ended up on her back, on top of her desk, and Snape had ended up on top of her. Well, not ON TOP OF HER, on top of her, he was kind of leaning over her with his hands on either side of her. One of his hands was entangled in her thick, red-gold ringlets. The other was pulling her body towards his-
Anya snapped out of her dram-like state right there. She swerved away from his lips. OK. Way to lose calm Anya, she thought. "Uh, Severus?"
"Mm-hm?" he mumbled into her neck
"Severus?"
"I'm listening .you know, you smell quite delicious ."
"SEVERUS!"
He looked up in surprise, "Yes?"
"Stop it!"
"Stop what?"
"Stop treating me like a scratch and sniff sticker!"
"What? I wasn't."
"Yes you were."
"I think not."
"Oh yes you were."
"Was not. I may have been sniffing, but there was absolutely no scratching going on."
"Oh?"
"Yes. Although I would be happy to arrange some snogging and scratching."
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15 minutes later, they were still at it. By now, Snape had shoved Anya's over-robe away. Anya had done the same with Snape's and was working on his black, silk, long-sleeved shirt. There was really no way she was going to get out of this without getting a glimpse of his chest. She could feel the muscles under his shirt. And she was sure Snape felt the same way about her. She had just gotten the second button undone when-
The door creaked open and Essie stepped into the room
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Essie stopped. Well. That was on HELL of a tangled mess of professors on the desk. She could just make out Professor Draca's hair. Which was underneath-OH LORD. Which was underneath Professor Snape. She sighed.
Draca looked up. Oh shit. She sat up, making things look worse, because NOW it looked like she wanted to press herself against Snape. "Umm, can I help you Essie?"
Snape started. Essie? He climbed off of Draca and tuned. "Lei?"
"Oh, hi Severus." Essie grinned wickedly. She had a brilliant beyond brilliant idea. She turned to professor Draca. "You see, Professor, Severus and I kind of, sort of, had a thing-but I'm sure you'd be glad enough to get him off my hands." Essie smirked at the fallen over- robes one more time. "Oh! And Professor Snape-I cant see much of it, but it looks like you've got one HELL of a chest there." She whirled around, leaving the astonished couple behind. She sincerely hoped they wouldn't go too far. Essie wasn't sure if Hogwarts was ready for a professor that was a single mom. Or a Snape who had a kid. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Professor Anyanka Draca was sitting in her private chambers, sipping some hot tea while grading the papers she was supposed to have been grading earlier. She had on a light blue robe and her nightgown, but that was it. She was even thinking about taking the robe off-the bell sleeves were getting in the way. Suddenly, the portrait hole to her chamber flew open. Anya shrieked loudly. "HOW-"
"-Did I get in? You might want to change your password-DADA is NOT too creative," said Snape, smugly
Anya blushed. "Severus, you are to leave immediately." She said pointing to the door, "I thrust you know your way out-"
Snape lightly took her hand and softly kissed each finger. "Not before I ask you properly to the Yule Ball."
"What?" asked Anya. Those lips were rather distracting.
"Go to the Yule Ball with me. Please, luv."
Anya gasped. Two reasons. 1., he had called her luv, and 2., right at that second he pulled her to his body. "S-Severus, the d-door is right open."
"So?"
"S-So someone might see us."
"Like who? Oh luv, just say yes! Go with me?"
Instead of answering lie a normal person, Professor Draca threw her arms around his neck and firmly planted her lips onto his.
Snape took that as a yes.
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5 minutes later, they were still at it. (an: getting déjà vu? Well, you're gonna be getting a lot of that in this chapter.) Unfortunately, they had left the door open. Even more unfortunately, Hagrid was running right down the hall. And most unfortunate of all, he burst right into the room.
"Professor Draca! Professor Draca! Have you decided who yer gonna go to th' ball with? Eh? What's this? How dare you SNAPE! Get of Professor Draca! How dare you force yerself on her!" He started to pull so hard at Snape, Snape's clothes started to rip. Professor Draca almost lost her balance because she had been leaning against Snape. "Hagrid!" she shrieked, "STOP!"
"But he was takin' advantage of you, Professor."
"No, he was NOT."
"He was kissin' you professor."
"I could see that, Hagrid."
"Well, did you MEAN to let him kiss you?"
"Yes, Hagrid."
"Oh." Hagrid blushed. "Er, I, ah, I guess, I er, better be goin' now. An' I'm guess' yer not goin' th' ball with me." Hagrid looked down sadly at Anya and turned to leave.
"WAIT! Hagrid!"
"Eh?"
"Ask Madam Hooch to the ball!"
"What?"
"She'll say yes! I promise!"
Anya walked back into her room and shut the door. Snape looked at her oddly. "AWW! Doesn't Snapie look so CUTE when he's confused!"
Snape growled. "WHAT did you call me?"
"Snapie."
Snape growled again.
"Oh, does Snapie not like his little love-name?"
Snape growled again.
Anya walked up to him and put her arms around his neck. Again.
"Perhaps Snapie would like it better if I started snogging him, too?"
Snape didn't bother with an answer. He just pushed them both into a nearby sofa and started some serious snogging.
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AN: yes, yes, they were still at it an hour later. yeah. But I think you guessed that, eh? So review. My muse is finally back from her extensive vacation. That was for you, Risquer. Now, if all of y'all could please review me that would be great. ;p
~Fic Starts Here~
Professor Draca was busy grading papers. Well, she was SUPPOSED to be grading papers, and she LOOKED like she was grading papers, but in reality, she was actually thinking about her choices for the Yule Ball while staring avidly at Neville Longbottom's test and holding her grading quill. She actually looked quite convincing if you didn't stare at her for too long. If you did, you would notice she never moved her quill or changed test papers. But that was beside the point. She was reviewing her choices. Seeing as she had so many, it was VITAL she reviewed EVERY SINGLE QUALITY of EVERY SINGLE GUY that had asked her. Of course, that was going to take a HELL of a lot of time, but oh well. She was so NOT going to go with the wrong guy. She had all ready eliminated all the students who had asked her. It wouldn't do to go with a shorter, younger guy. She was down to her last 3: Dumbledore, Vector, and Hagrid. Um, make that 2, she thought as she crossed off Dumbledore from her mental list. Dumbledore was WAY too old for her. She made a note to herself to get McGonagall to ask him. They would so damn CUTE toge-
She looked up from Neville's test. Oh. The door was open. She looked again. Oh. Mr. Crook-nosed-pervert was coming in. She looked down at the test again and started grading like mad. She heard him walk closer. She suddenly had a mad curiosity about what type of underwear he wore. She blushed and continued grading. She knew immediately what he wanted. The man gave it all away by his posture. So stiff and nervous. "Yes, Severus, you may sit down. Thank you, I'm sure that comment you're thinking about my looks IS a compliment, not some sarcastic remark, yes, I'm not wearing shoes, and no to the ball. I've just come to a final decision on who-"
Snape held up his hand. "Draca, since when were we familiar enough to use first names?"
"Uh, since you forcefully snogged me in the hallway?"
"Oh. Right."
"Which I might add was completely uncalled for and-"
And Snape silenced her, once again with a kiss. He was getting rather good at it.
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5 minutes later, they were still at it. Somehow, Anya had ended up on her back, on top of her desk, and Snape had ended up on top of her. Well, not ON TOP OF HER, on top of her, he was kind of leaning over her with his hands on either side of her. One of his hands was entangled in her thick, red-gold ringlets. The other was pulling her body towards his-
Anya snapped out of her dram-like state right there. She swerved away from his lips. OK. Way to lose calm Anya, she thought. "Uh, Severus?"
"Mm-hm?" he mumbled into her neck
"Severus?"
"I'm listening .you know, you smell quite delicious ."
"SEVERUS!"
He looked up in surprise, "Yes?"
"Stop it!"
"Stop what?"
"Stop treating me like a scratch and sniff sticker!"
"What? I wasn't."
"Yes you were."
"I think not."
"Oh yes you were."
"Was not. I may have been sniffing, but there was absolutely no scratching going on."
"Oh?"
"Yes. Although I would be happy to arrange some snogging and scratching."
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15 minutes later, they were still at it. By now, Snape had shoved Anya's over-robe away. Anya had done the same with Snape's and was working on his black, silk, long-sleeved shirt. There was really no way she was going to get out of this without getting a glimpse of his chest. She could feel the muscles under his shirt. And she was sure Snape felt the same way about her. She had just gotten the second button undone when-
The door creaked open and Essie stepped into the room
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Essie stopped. Well. That was on HELL of a tangled mess of professors on the desk. She could just make out Professor Draca's hair. Which was underneath-OH LORD. Which was underneath Professor Snape. She sighed.
Draca looked up. Oh shit. She sat up, making things look worse, because NOW it looked like she wanted to press herself against Snape. "Umm, can I help you Essie?"
Snape started. Essie? He climbed off of Draca and tuned. "Lei?"
"Oh, hi Severus." Essie grinned wickedly. She had a brilliant beyond brilliant idea. She turned to professor Draca. "You see, Professor, Severus and I kind of, sort of, had a thing-but I'm sure you'd be glad enough to get him off my hands." Essie smirked at the fallen over- robes one more time. "Oh! And Professor Snape-I cant see much of it, but it looks like you've got one HELL of a chest there." She whirled around, leaving the astonished couple behind. She sincerely hoped they wouldn't go too far. Essie wasn't sure if Hogwarts was ready for a professor that was a single mom. Or a Snape who had a kid. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Professor Anyanka Draca was sitting in her private chambers, sipping some hot tea while grading the papers she was supposed to have been grading earlier. She had on a light blue robe and her nightgown, but that was it. She was even thinking about taking the robe off-the bell sleeves were getting in the way. Suddenly, the portrait hole to her chamber flew open. Anya shrieked loudly. "HOW-"
"-Did I get in? You might want to change your password-DADA is NOT too creative," said Snape, smugly
Anya blushed. "Severus, you are to leave immediately." She said pointing to the door, "I thrust you know your way out-"
Snape lightly took her hand and softly kissed each finger. "Not before I ask you properly to the Yule Ball."
"What?" asked Anya. Those lips were rather distracting.
"Go to the Yule Ball with me. Please, luv."
Anya gasped. Two reasons. 1., he had called her luv, and 2., right at that second he pulled her to his body. "S-Severus, the d-door is right open."
"So?"
"S-So someone might see us."
"Like who? Oh luv, just say yes! Go with me?"
Instead of answering lie a normal person, Professor Draca threw her arms around his neck and firmly planted her lips onto his.
Snape took that as a yes.
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5 minutes later, they were still at it. (an: getting déjà vu? Well, you're gonna be getting a lot of that in this chapter.) Unfortunately, they had left the door open. Even more unfortunately, Hagrid was running right down the hall. And most unfortunate of all, he burst right into the room.
"Professor Draca! Professor Draca! Have you decided who yer gonna go to th' ball with? Eh? What's this? How dare you SNAPE! Get of Professor Draca! How dare you force yerself on her!" He started to pull so hard at Snape, Snape's clothes started to rip. Professor Draca almost lost her balance because she had been leaning against Snape. "Hagrid!" she shrieked, "STOP!"
"But he was takin' advantage of you, Professor."
"No, he was NOT."
"He was kissin' you professor."
"I could see that, Hagrid."
"Well, did you MEAN to let him kiss you?"
"Yes, Hagrid."
"Oh." Hagrid blushed. "Er, I, ah, I guess, I er, better be goin' now. An' I'm guess' yer not goin' th' ball with me." Hagrid looked down sadly at Anya and turned to leave.
"WAIT! Hagrid!"
"Eh?"
"Ask Madam Hooch to the ball!"
"What?"
"She'll say yes! I promise!"
Anya walked back into her room and shut the door. Snape looked at her oddly. "AWW! Doesn't Snapie look so CUTE when he's confused!"
Snape growled. "WHAT did you call me?"
"Snapie."
Snape growled again.
"Oh, does Snapie not like his little love-name?"
Snape growled again.
Anya walked up to him and put her arms around his neck. Again.
"Perhaps Snapie would like it better if I started snogging him, too?"
Snape didn't bother with an answer. He just pushed them both into a nearby sofa and started some serious snogging.
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AN: yes, yes, they were still at it an hour later. yeah. But I think you guessed that, eh? So review. My muse is finally back from her extensive vacation. That was for you, Risquer. Now, if all of y'all could please review me that would be great. ;p