Hi! This is the first of seven From a Hat fics. All pairings are from a
hat, well, more like bag, because I only have one hat that isn't a visor,
and so I used some of my handbags. I hope you like it.
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Pairing no. 1: Snape/Millicent
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Someone bumped her and she dropped her books. "Hey!" Millicent grunted. Just because she was stuck wearing these stupid muggle clothes.
Her bags had been lost on the train, and so all the teachers who had a free period had to search for them. What did those stupid teachers know? Her clothes were all lost. They referred to it as 'temporarily misplaced' but Millicent didn't have time for teachers covering their mistakes, at least, not in jeans and a tank. She gathered her books in her arms (her schoolbag had been inside her trunk when it was lost) and hurried off to potions. She prayed her trunk would turn up soon.
She hurried into the classroom, sitting down at the only free space – up the front. Snape took one look at her outlandish attire and sneered.
"Would you mind explaining to me exactly why you have neglected to remember your robes today?" He said.
"My trunk –"
"It was a metaphorical question. It is of no concern to me, nor is it my problem, that you were careless."
"I was NOT careless!"
"Don't talk back." He spat. "Now if I hear another word out of you it will be detention."
"Bloody Snape trying to bait me..." She muttered.
"Detention, Bulstrode!" He practically shrieked. "Now please, begin your potion!"
Millicent threw ingredients angrily into her cauldron. Three newt tails. Four drops of murtlap essence. Six dandelion stalks. She barely thought about it as she tossed in the magical substances. She wasn't even looking at the instructions. A tail here, a dash of slug there, what was she even making? She added something to the vile mix that wasn't meant to be added. The whole potion blew up in her face, causing Snape's neck to snap around to see what all the commotion was.
"Bulstrode!" He thundered. "Are you purposely trying to make me give you another detention? Thirty points from Slytherin!"
Every living soul in the room gasped. Snape had never, ever, EVER taken points away from his own house before. Millicent glared at him, before tossing her ruined potion in the sink and cleaning up her mess. She brushed the soot off her top and scratched the bottom of her cauldron with her nails. Something had corroded it; she would need a new one before next lesson. Her parents would be annoyed.
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That night, Millicent made her way down to the dungeons for her detention. She was most definitely not looking forward to it. She entered the room and found Snape grinning as he wrote a large, black D on someone's paper.
"Yeah?" She said.
"Sir." He corrected.
"Yeah sir, then."
Snape, obviously annoyed at this intrusion, cast about for something for her to do. "See those cupboards over there?" Millicent nodded. "Tidy them up."
Millicent's jaw dropped. She knew from rumours that that closet hadn't been tidied for at least the last century. She opened the door to the first cupboard and blanched at the stacks of cardboard boxes and old Daily Prophet's that littered the cupboard. With a sigh, she knelt down and started to move some boxes. Which is when she got the sense that someone was very near to her. She turned around and saw her potions professor staring down at her, as if to make sure she was doing it right.
"What on earth are you doing?" She said, grinning. In spite of the situation, she found his facial expression extremely amusing. "Stop it. Do you want me to clean this thing or not?"
"Sir." He replied, correcting her again. She ignored him.
"I'm still trying to tidy this." She said, after he still hadn't moved.
"Don't shake around that box, it has very explosive potions in it."
"I wasn't shaking it!" She said, standing up. Now that she was standing, she found that the gap between them hadn't been as far as she had thought. Actually, they were almost nose to nose. He moved his head forward a fraction and kissed her. She looked up into his eyes, and melted into them. She put an arm around his neck, and he turned toward the door, muttering a locking spell. He turned back towards her and took her inside the cupboard, shutting the door behind them.
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Oh my god. The visual images are just... disturbing. But probably not quite as disturbing as next chapter... you guessed it... Harry/Hedwig. There are some lines that should never be crossed... the interspecies line, for one.
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Pairing no. 1: Snape/Millicent
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Someone bumped her and she dropped her books. "Hey!" Millicent grunted. Just because she was stuck wearing these stupid muggle clothes.
Her bags had been lost on the train, and so all the teachers who had a free period had to search for them. What did those stupid teachers know? Her clothes were all lost. They referred to it as 'temporarily misplaced' but Millicent didn't have time for teachers covering their mistakes, at least, not in jeans and a tank. She gathered her books in her arms (her schoolbag had been inside her trunk when it was lost) and hurried off to potions. She prayed her trunk would turn up soon.
She hurried into the classroom, sitting down at the only free space – up the front. Snape took one look at her outlandish attire and sneered.
"Would you mind explaining to me exactly why you have neglected to remember your robes today?" He said.
"My trunk –"
"It was a metaphorical question. It is of no concern to me, nor is it my problem, that you were careless."
"I was NOT careless!"
"Don't talk back." He spat. "Now if I hear another word out of you it will be detention."
"Bloody Snape trying to bait me..." She muttered.
"Detention, Bulstrode!" He practically shrieked. "Now please, begin your potion!"
Millicent threw ingredients angrily into her cauldron. Three newt tails. Four drops of murtlap essence. Six dandelion stalks. She barely thought about it as she tossed in the magical substances. She wasn't even looking at the instructions. A tail here, a dash of slug there, what was she even making? She added something to the vile mix that wasn't meant to be added. The whole potion blew up in her face, causing Snape's neck to snap around to see what all the commotion was.
"Bulstrode!" He thundered. "Are you purposely trying to make me give you another detention? Thirty points from Slytherin!"
Every living soul in the room gasped. Snape had never, ever, EVER taken points away from his own house before. Millicent glared at him, before tossing her ruined potion in the sink and cleaning up her mess. She brushed the soot off her top and scratched the bottom of her cauldron with her nails. Something had corroded it; she would need a new one before next lesson. Her parents would be annoyed.
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That night, Millicent made her way down to the dungeons for her detention. She was most definitely not looking forward to it. She entered the room and found Snape grinning as he wrote a large, black D on someone's paper.
"Yeah?" She said.
"Sir." He corrected.
"Yeah sir, then."
Snape, obviously annoyed at this intrusion, cast about for something for her to do. "See those cupboards over there?" Millicent nodded. "Tidy them up."
Millicent's jaw dropped. She knew from rumours that that closet hadn't been tidied for at least the last century. She opened the door to the first cupboard and blanched at the stacks of cardboard boxes and old Daily Prophet's that littered the cupboard. With a sigh, she knelt down and started to move some boxes. Which is when she got the sense that someone was very near to her. She turned around and saw her potions professor staring down at her, as if to make sure she was doing it right.
"What on earth are you doing?" She said, grinning. In spite of the situation, she found his facial expression extremely amusing. "Stop it. Do you want me to clean this thing or not?"
"Sir." He replied, correcting her again. She ignored him.
"I'm still trying to tidy this." She said, after he still hadn't moved.
"Don't shake around that box, it has very explosive potions in it."
"I wasn't shaking it!" She said, standing up. Now that she was standing, she found that the gap between them hadn't been as far as she had thought. Actually, they were almost nose to nose. He moved his head forward a fraction and kissed her. She looked up into his eyes, and melted into them. She put an arm around his neck, and he turned toward the door, muttering a locking spell. He turned back towards her and took her inside the cupboard, shutting the door behind them.
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Oh my god. The visual images are just... disturbing. But probably not quite as disturbing as next chapter... you guessed it... Harry/Hedwig. There are some lines that should never be crossed... the interspecies line, for one.