In Response to dreams

Authors note and disclaimer: if you're on FANFICTION.NET and you actually think that these are written by the real author, you need help. much more help then my little batch of insanity can ever hope to give you. My reccomendation? call your local nuthouse, and plead for assistance. tell them you honestly believe that a author by the name of Serena S Snape, a German, is somehow the Author of the Harry Potter series. I am confident they will take your hand, pat it lovingly, and then beat you senseless with a very large object.

{Feeling violent today?}

(that would be Severus Snape, my muse just in case you don't know)

Yes, as a matter of fact, i am...Stupid people are quite annoying.

{there's the obvious comment of the millenium.}

wow, thats amazing that it was so obvious, it takes over any comment that could be stated within the next 97 years. WoOt!!!

{It wasn't a compliment.}

Anyway, what are we going to be writing about in this little batch of stupidity?

{*Is Insulted* how dare you call my inspirations Stupid?}

point and case? Chapter three of In Response to dreams.

{it wasn't stupidity...it was...creative...sticky...chocolate-y.}

you sick bastard.

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Chapter five: Sexy Bitch

{Hehehe}

After a few minutes, severus pulled the plug and the murkey brown water washed down the drain, leaving a gross brown chocolate film on the bottom of the tub.

"I'll leave you to your bath." he grunted, climbing out of the tub, and, dripping water across the floor, he exited the bathroom and shut the door behind him.

Not sure if he was actually serious about leaving her alone, Tanja waited a few minutes before she climbed out of the tub and peeked out through the crack at the bottom of the door. not seeing his feet, Tanja made sure the bathroom door was locked and rinsed out the tub, before starting the shower and climbing in.

After her shower, Tanja stepped through the bathroom, avoiding the puddles of chocolate and water made by the bathrooms two recent entrants.

with the dark green towel wrapped around her tightly, Tanja unlocked the door and peeked out. Severus was nowhere to be seen, which bothered Tanja...here she was, fresh from a shower, and Severus wasn't around to torment her? strange.

Stepping from the bathroom, Tanja opened the top drawer in the dresser that held her belongings and found it empty. narrowing her eyes, she pulled open the second, which was also empty. repeating the process with the third and fourth drawers, achieving the same results.

panicing, Tanja padded quickly over to the closet, and found only one article of clothing therein.

a strange, black lacy....thing. Tanja had no clue as what to call it. it appeared to be a fluffy lace thong, that connected to two very long fluffy lace straps that connected behind the neck. the front laced up with a red silk cord.

"Damn you Severus.." Tanja whispered, shaking her head. "I'd go nude in Protest, but i think thats what he's wanting."

Defeated, the woman pulled the strange item on.

walking as confidently as humanly possible, Tanja rushed down the stairs and into the great hall, a large sort of living room. (the room with the throne and blood red couch)

"Damn you Severus." Tanja cursed, charging in. "where are my clothes?"

"You look so cute when you're pissed." Severus smirked at the sight of the author, dripping water from her hair, skin slightly red from a hot shower, and fuming at the prank. "Turn around and let me see it."

"Fuck no!" the author Squeaked, so angry she could barely speak. which of course, brought a slight snicker from the tall male. "come on Severus...Give me my clothes back."

"You didn't say please."

"Please, Severus, Give me my clothes back."

"you forgot to beg."

"Damn you." She cursed, turning on her heel and storming from the room.

as one last insult, Severus turned in his throne like chair and watched Tanja leave. sensing his eyes on her, the short brunette pointed her left hand behind her, middle finger extended.

"Promises promises." Severus smirked as the door slammed.

Tanja rushed up to Severus's Chambers, ignoring the sex swing hanging in the middle of the room. adding in another "damn you Severus" for effect, the woman charged toward his closet and withdrew one of his cloaks.

quickly she pulled it on, trying to ignore the fact that it was about two feet too tall for her, and about 8 sizes too large.

marching from the room, with Severus coming up the stairs, she looked at him furiously as he burst into uncontroled laughter.

"Shut up severus." she smirked, trying hard to fight a laugh.

"You look like a five year old version of elvira!" he laughed, wiping a tear from his ink black eyes.

"Shut up Severus." she demanded, now laughing. "daaaaamn youuuuu." and with a huff, the woman spun on her heel and rushed down the hall, her robe dragging pathetically on the floor.