Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. They belong to J.K. Rowling. I'm not making any money of this in any way.
Slash of the male/male kind will eventually be appearing in this story. If you don't like slash, or the idea of Harry/Severus, then please leave. Don't read what you don't like.
I dedicate this story to DT – For pushing and prodding me into it.
Thank you again everybody who has reviewed 'You Want What?' so far.
Since this is a really short chapter (more of an interlude really), I've decided to upload it the same time as Chapter Three. Enjoy!
Chapter Four
I wonder what Snape's like at choosing female clothing.
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It's cold. That draft is coming from nowhere. I look round to see if there's a window or door open, but there isn't. Then why is it so bloody cold. And why can I feel a bloody draft.
Potter looks warm enough. Wrapped in my second best cloak. He better not get used to it because as soon as he has his own I'm taking it back.
The clock chimes seven and the door leading into the front hall opens, letting a muggle-clothed Professor Young to appear. She has a huge grin on her face. Oh gods, I hope she doesn't try to talk to me. I shudder. She's such a morning person.
~*~
Gee - Snape doesn't look happy about something. I wonder if he caught my comment at our private breakfast about his choosing female clothing to Dumbledore. I hope not. This corset is already tight enough without Snape charming it tighter. And he would as well.
The clock chimes seven and I hear a door open and shut. Professor Young. I turn and smile at her. Have to be nice and pretend like I don't know anything about her. Put on the charming smile, or sweet. Whatever. Just smile.
"Good morning Professor Snape and…" Professor Young now turns towards me and smiles expectantly. I can see her eyes widen at my apparel. Nothing I can do about that - it was the only clothing that was in my room when I woke up apart from the dress that I had been wearing, which was horribly creased.
I smile back, "Jamari Paton." And reach out my hand to shake hers. Instead she takes my hand and pulls me into a hug. What the?
"It's so terrific that there's another female around my age here. I mean the other female professors are fantastic, except they just don't get 'things' sometimes." She let's me out of her hug. Professor Young - who's one of the hardest taskmasters out of the professors, is acting all… girlie. This seems surreal. Wrong even.
Snape's eyes are sparkling with mirth, and the corners of his mouth are twitching. So now he's laughing. I'll get him back soon. Shoot, Professor Young has been talking to me. Just nod and smile.
"… So then after going to Madame Malkins robes for some wizarding apparel, I thought you might like to go into Muggle London. They have some great stores that I'd love to show you round." Oh no, she's pulling out a list, "See, here's a list of everywhere we should go. What do you think?"
She wants to go to each of those stores. There's at least fifty on that list. Is this woman shopping crazy or something? Sigh. And I'm wearing another pair of those damn heels again. At least this time I haven't tripped. Yet.
I gulp and smile, "Sounds terrific." When hell freezes over.
I watch as she stands back a bit from me and looks me over uncertainly. "Umm… Do you think that what you're wearing is very appropriate for going into Muggle London?" Her voice is hesitant. As if I would get offended by it. But really… I look down at myself. At the strapless black corset embroidered with red butterflies and my red skirt with black netting over the top. There's nothing wrong with what I'm wearing. My face is scoured with hurt as I look back up to her.
She stammers, "Not that there's anything wrong with it… Just… It might not blend in with the muggles." I nod slowly and look away. But I didn't choose them… Hee hee hee…
~*~
I watched the exchange between Professor Young and Potter with interest. I didn't see anything wrong with what Potter was wearing. What did it matter anyway? Everybody sees Jamari Paton, not Harry Potter.
Oh no. He glanced at me. I could see that wicked gleam in his eyes. Now he has that innocent face on, with big wide eyes… He's going to do something bad. That involved me. Oh no…
~*~
"Well, Professor Snape transfigured some of his own clothing to fit me. I'm afraid it's the only appropriate clothing I have until I go shopping." My voice is innocent as I explain to Professor Young.
Heh heh heh. Point for me. Oh, just look at Snape's face. Is it the light, or has it just gone pink? This is fantastic. If only I had a camera. Though he won't let this rest - I'll get payback later on. I can tell.
Professor Young looks surprised, "Well… Professor Snape, I never knew… Never seemed the sort… Surprising really… Must tell Hooch later…"
~*~
My clothing.
My face has gone hot. I'm blushing. Blushing. Severus Snape does not blush.
I'm going to kill that brat once we get back from this horror excursion. The rest of the staff is now going to think that I cross dress. That's Potter's forte. Not mine.
I wish that woman would stop her insistent staring at me though. She's just staring at me, her mouth hanging open.
I glare at Potter, "Come on. May as well get this over and done with." Now Severus, do the manly stalk with the cape rippling behind.
I don't bother looking behind to see if they're following me, I can still hear Professor Thorn's mumbling and Potter's quiet sniggering.
Damn that boy!
But at least Professor Young didn't talk to me.
~*~
Slash of the male/male kind will eventually be appearing in this story. If you don't like slash, or the idea of Harry/Severus, then please leave. Don't read what you don't like.
I dedicate this story to DT – For pushing and prodding me into it.
Thank you again everybody who has reviewed 'You Want What?' so far.
Since this is a really short chapter (more of an interlude really), I've decided to upload it the same time as Chapter Three. Enjoy!
Chapter Four
I wonder what Snape's like at choosing female clothing.
~*~
It's cold. That draft is coming from nowhere. I look round to see if there's a window or door open, but there isn't. Then why is it so bloody cold. And why can I feel a bloody draft.
Potter looks warm enough. Wrapped in my second best cloak. He better not get used to it because as soon as he has his own I'm taking it back.
The clock chimes seven and the door leading into the front hall opens, letting a muggle-clothed Professor Young to appear. She has a huge grin on her face. Oh gods, I hope she doesn't try to talk to me. I shudder. She's such a morning person.
~*~
Gee - Snape doesn't look happy about something. I wonder if he caught my comment at our private breakfast about his choosing female clothing to Dumbledore. I hope not. This corset is already tight enough without Snape charming it tighter. And he would as well.
The clock chimes seven and I hear a door open and shut. Professor Young. I turn and smile at her. Have to be nice and pretend like I don't know anything about her. Put on the charming smile, or sweet. Whatever. Just smile.
"Good morning Professor Snape and…" Professor Young now turns towards me and smiles expectantly. I can see her eyes widen at my apparel. Nothing I can do about that - it was the only clothing that was in my room when I woke up apart from the dress that I had been wearing, which was horribly creased.
I smile back, "Jamari Paton." And reach out my hand to shake hers. Instead she takes my hand and pulls me into a hug. What the?
"It's so terrific that there's another female around my age here. I mean the other female professors are fantastic, except they just don't get 'things' sometimes." She let's me out of her hug. Professor Young - who's one of the hardest taskmasters out of the professors, is acting all… girlie. This seems surreal. Wrong even.
Snape's eyes are sparkling with mirth, and the corners of his mouth are twitching. So now he's laughing. I'll get him back soon. Shoot, Professor Young has been talking to me. Just nod and smile.
"… So then after going to Madame Malkins robes for some wizarding apparel, I thought you might like to go into Muggle London. They have some great stores that I'd love to show you round." Oh no, she's pulling out a list, "See, here's a list of everywhere we should go. What do you think?"
She wants to go to each of those stores. There's at least fifty on that list. Is this woman shopping crazy or something? Sigh. And I'm wearing another pair of those damn heels again. At least this time I haven't tripped. Yet.
I gulp and smile, "Sounds terrific." When hell freezes over.
I watch as she stands back a bit from me and looks me over uncertainly. "Umm… Do you think that what you're wearing is very appropriate for going into Muggle London?" Her voice is hesitant. As if I would get offended by it. But really… I look down at myself. At the strapless black corset embroidered with red butterflies and my red skirt with black netting over the top. There's nothing wrong with what I'm wearing. My face is scoured with hurt as I look back up to her.
She stammers, "Not that there's anything wrong with it… Just… It might not blend in with the muggles." I nod slowly and look away. But I didn't choose them… Hee hee hee…
~*~
I watched the exchange between Professor Young and Potter with interest. I didn't see anything wrong with what Potter was wearing. What did it matter anyway? Everybody sees Jamari Paton, not Harry Potter.
Oh no. He glanced at me. I could see that wicked gleam in his eyes. Now he has that innocent face on, with big wide eyes… He's going to do something bad. That involved me. Oh no…
~*~
"Well, Professor Snape transfigured some of his own clothing to fit me. I'm afraid it's the only appropriate clothing I have until I go shopping." My voice is innocent as I explain to Professor Young.
Heh heh heh. Point for me. Oh, just look at Snape's face. Is it the light, or has it just gone pink? This is fantastic. If only I had a camera. Though he won't let this rest - I'll get payback later on. I can tell.
Professor Young looks surprised, "Well… Professor Snape, I never knew… Never seemed the sort… Surprising really… Must tell Hooch later…"
~*~
My clothing.
My face has gone hot. I'm blushing. Blushing. Severus Snape does not blush.
I'm going to kill that brat once we get back from this horror excursion. The rest of the staff is now going to think that I cross dress. That's Potter's forte. Not mine.
I wish that woman would stop her insistent staring at me though. She's just staring at me, her mouth hanging open.
I glare at Potter, "Come on. May as well get this over and done with." Now Severus, do the manly stalk with the cape rippling behind.
I don't bother looking behind to see if they're following me, I can still hear Professor Thorn's mumbling and Potter's quiet sniggering.
Damn that boy!
But at least Professor Young didn't talk to me.
~*~