MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING
by The Goblet

Chapter 14

Rodolphus walked stealthily into the Chilling Room of the Hog's Head inn where Peter was trying to inconspicuously slice into a block of Bulgarian Sheep's Milk Fetta Cheese. He had, so far, succeeded in hacking into the block, leaving it misshapen and obviously smaller than its original size.

"Pettigrew," whispered Rodolphus into the cheese pilferer's ear.

Peter jumped into the air, stuffing the rest of the cheese into his mouth, and trying to replace the lid back on the bucket of fetta. The bucket fell to the floor, spilling cheese and brine everywhere.

The animagus spun to face LeStrange, his hand over his heart. "Merlin Rodolphus!" he exclaimed. "You scared the living daylights out of me!"

The Slytherin just smirked, and looked down at the spilled cheese. "Stealing from the boss again Peter? Tut, tut, tut." Rodolphus shook his head.

Peter looked down aghast at his precious cheese strewn all over the floor. He pulled out his wand and cleaned up the mess, replacing the muck back into bucket and sealing the lid. "It's still good," he muttered to himself, hiding the bucket behind a vat of ice-cream.

Rodolphus rolled his eyes; there was absolutely no doubt in his mind that the cheese would eventually (sooner rather than later) find its way into Pettigrew's stomach. Not a very pleasant thought, but a true one none-the-less.

"I have something to ask you," he said mysteriously.

Peter looked up, thankful that his lover wasn't going to say anything more about the cheese.

Rodolphus pulled the Gryffindor close, and whispered in his ear, "You know that Snape is getting married on Saturday."

The animagus nodded.

Rodolphus grinned wickedly. "I've always fancied him myself," he continued. "I thought you could perhaps… dress up as him."

Peter pulled away from Rodolphus, the other man's breath was too hot on the side of his face. He looked up in shock. "You want me to dress up as S-S-Snivellus?" he asked.

The Slytherin smiled and nodded. "You have no idea how I have lusted after Severus, sharing a dormitory with him, the showers, the Quidditch change rooms," he said smoothly. "I'll never get a chance to bed him now. Not with him about to marry, and I engaged Bellatrix."

Rodolphus' fingers walked their way up Pettigrew's arm. "I thought that you could Polyjuice into him and we could have a little fun."

Peter smiled. He was very flattered that Rodolphus would pick him to impersonate Snivellus. The Slytherin could have easily asked anyone to do this with him. But he had picked him: Peter Pettigrew. "Tonight?" he asked.

Rodolphus shook his head. "I have to go away for a few days," he answered. "Besides we are missing two important things."

The animagus looked at him quizzically.

LeStrange rolled his eyes. "Polyjuice and Snape's hair."

Peter blushed. "Of course, of course. You want me to get those for us?" he asked, nodding his head in agreement.

"That would be wonderful, try and nick some of his clothes too. I'll be back on Friday." With that, he pinched Pettigrew's bottom hard, and sauntered out the door.


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