Title: The Callipygian
Genre:
Poetry, Humour
Rating: R
Warning: Not fluffy, just amusing.
Disclaimer:
Alas, I don't own the characters, just the happenstance that
brought them together.
2. Slytherin Under My Skin
Stopping at my stead,
He leaned forward to place
A smooth hand upon mine.
A smug grin grew on his face,
(And his eyes gleemed sanguine)
He opened his mouth and said,
"Do not inspect my wares,
If you don't wish to buy.
Your thoughts, Ms. Granger,
I know from years as a spy–
You thought I was a stranger
Not a visage of nightmares.
"I felt your eyes on my posterior.
Just as I feel your heart
Quicken under my touch
Tell me, when I depart
What image will linger?"
My cheeks, glowing red,
Gave truth to his silk words.
He reeked of stale cinnamon
And musty spider cords.
This was no nice gentleman,
Proving such by what he said:
"Do not be ashamed,
I know of your adventures,
Your late night menage en trois,
Those Golden Trio ventures.
You cannot fool moi;
I read what the "Daily Prophet" proclaimed.
Potter and Weasley don't compare
To my rather fetching
Figure. A suggestion, I dare-
Come peruse my etchings
At my rather august home.
Author's Notes
1. This is part two of three.
2. I learned the phrase "peruse my etchings" from Anne and Abby's The Fire and the Rose Part 2 at Please give another round of applause for my exemplary beta, PinkLady.
