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Don't speak
Challenge: Snape says thank you.
Words: 100
Pairing: Snape/Lupin (PG)
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It was merely a breath. "Thank you."
Remus rolled on his side. "What?" He gazed at Severus who was lying beside him, his skin still sweaty and his back now turned at Remus.
"I didn't say anything."
Remus frowned. "Really?" His fingers began to trail along the fine line of a single scar on Severus' shoulder.
"No. Not a word."
"I thought you said ..."
"I said what?"
"Never mind. Must have imagined it."
Severus didn't reply, but his breath became steady as Remus continued stroking his back. When he was asleep, Remus spooned up against him. "You're welcome."
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Believe It Or Not
Words: 100
Challenge: Quote from "Much Ado About Nothing" (G)
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Scanning over Snape's books, McGonagall raised an eyebrow. "Oh, Shakespeare! And my favourite play. Beatrice and Benedict, aren't they just -"
"- irresponsible fools who let themselves being tricked into an obviously hopeless relationship?"
McGonagall turned around, hit by a sudden idea. "Lupin's in love with you."
"Hah! Nice try, woman."
"No, I swear he's attracted to you since you joined the order. But he would die first before admitting it."
Snape sneered -- but with too much enthusiasm.
"He admires courage. But he thinks you would never -"
"Right, I would never."
"Sure."
Snape slowly looked up. "What else did he say?"
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With All Good Intentions
Words: 100
Challenge: Quote from "Much Ado About Nothing" (G)
Set in Snape's sixth year at Hogwarts.
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Severus flung himself along the full length of his bed, letting out a lengthy wail. "I HATE POTTER, okay? You get it?" He flipped on his back, kicking a cushion in Lucius' direction.
"Relax. I've got a plan. Remember Beatrice and Benedict? We could arrange that for Potter and Evans."
Another cushion hit Lucius in the stomach.
"Listen. We make Potter believe that she really, really loves him, while we make Evans hate him all the more, and - BANG! She breaks his heart. Trust me. This will work out perfectly."
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James Potter and Lily Evans got married May 1980.
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Permanent Prediction
Challenge: Snape gets a new tattoo (G)
Words: 100
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Severus woke up, fully dressed and late for class. Of course he'd been drunk. You didn't defeat a Dark Lord every day, right?
He got up and hurried down to the dungeon. Suddenly a painful sting in his left forearm made him stop in front of his classroom. He slowly rolled up his sleeve. "Duck! S.T."
His brain jolted and - just in time before a cauldron (undoubtly Longbottom's) crashed through the door and missed his head only by a hair's breadth - he ducked.
Severus stared unbelievingly at his new tattoo. "Well, thanks for not using a parchment, Sybill."
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Talk about Harry
Pairing: Hermione/Cho (R)
Words: 817
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The girls' bathroom door banged open in - what seemed to Hermione – a highly exaggerated fashion. The girl who entered shook her long black hair wildly from one side to the other, probably to avoid getting it stuck when she slammed the door shut again.
"Granger." Chos voice dripped with scorn but was also slightly shaking.
"Chang," Hermione replied coolly. "Nice performance."
Cho glared at her, clenching her fists, and Hermione rolled her eyes. How melodramatic. No, she corrected herself, how childish.
"I want him back."
"Excuse me?"
"I want him back. Harry. I want him back!" Tears filled her eyes.
Hermione snorted. She hated it when Cho played the weak, vulnerable brat, while she actually was one of the strongest people shed ever known. "So now you want him back - after two years. How old are you? Five?"
"You could help me."
"Oh, please! You behave like –"
"Harry always loved you more than me!"
Cho shook her hair again, making Hermione want to grab it and – she shook her own head, trying not to think of another girl's hair. "This is ridiculous. He never was interested in me like ... we never ... he only had eyes for you during fifth year. We just - worked together. You know. Studied. Schemed against Umbridge. Tried to defeat Voldemort. That kind of stuff. But that was just day-to-day things while he kept getting all sweaty and excited about you. You just blew it because you talked more about Cedric than - " She bit her tongue. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ..." But it was too late. Cho had started trembling and tears were streaming down her face. She sobbed and, after looking around helplessly, blew her nose into her sleeve.
Hermione gave her a Kleenex. "Here. This is a handkerchief and this," she pointed at Cho's robes, "is your sleeve. Be careful not to confuse the two." It didn't sound as sarcastic as shed wanted it to, but –
"It's just ... I'm so lonely. Harry was the only one who cared about me after Cedric died. I just want to have someone to ... to ..."
Hermione gasped. There was something in Cho's voice she'd never noticed before. Could it be that this wasn't an act? That this was for real? " – to love," she finished the sentence for Cho, feeling all childish herself. "I know what you mean."
Cho froze and seemed as stunned as Hermione felt. "So, you're in love with Harry too?"
Hermione looked up. "No, I'm not in love with Harry. And I don't think he was ever in love with me. But I know he liked you very much. It was just ... a very difficult time for him."
"For me too!"
She sighed. "Yes, but, hey, you were the first girl he kissed! Doesn't that mean something?"
Cho smiled and Hermione felt a quick rush of satisfaction that shed caused it.
"But he talked so much about you. How smart you were and how self-confident. And, you know, it's true. I've never met someone as clever as you."
"Cleverness isn't everything. You on the other hand are so ..."
"Yes?" Cho held her breath.
"You are really beautiful," Hermione blurted out. "I mean, not just physically, but -"
Cho closed the distance between them, making Hermione freeze on the spot. She ran one hand slowly over Hermiones face. Then, with her other hand, she squeezed Hermiones neck quickly and then moved her fingers slowly along her breastbone. Cho looked as if she had absolutely no idea what she was doing, but her cheeks were red-hot and her breath was ragged. "Thanks."
"You're welcome," Hermione whispered.
"Really?" Cho whispered back.
Hermione could smell the scent of her skin and hair as Cho closed her eyes. She didn't dare to move, but as Cho parted her mouth she just bent over and put her own lips over Cho's.
It took her a few seconds to realise that she was kissing her. She let out a gasp of surprise and drew back. But Cho reached behind her back with her free hand and pressed Hermione's body tight against hers. She opened her eyes and slipped her tongue into Hermiones mouth. Chos taste was overwhelming - sweet and somewhat salty at the same time - and Hermione deepend the kiss. And when her legs gave way, she clung to Cho as if she was the only thing in the world that could prevent her from falling.
Finally they let go and breathlessly stared at each other.
"Harry didn't ... kiss like that."
"You ... still want him back?"
Cho shook her hair again. "Perhaps I more like to ... talk to you about Harry a bit more. Let's say - in the prefects bathroom?"
"If this makes you feel any better." Hermione took a deep breath. "I'm all yours."
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