|Celandine's Chronicle (celandineb) wrote in cels_fic_haven,|
@ 2010-10-10 15:18:00
|Entry tags:||hp fic daily_deviant, hp fic remus/severus|
HP fic: One Midsummer, Perhaps [Remus/Severus, adult]
Title: One Midsummer, Perhaps
Pairing: Remus/Severus; references to past Lucius/Severus
Warnings: er, some dirty talk?
Summary: It's Midsummer and Severus has been alone and celibate for years. On impulse, he decides to visit the Leaky Cauldron.
Note: Written for the August 2010 daily_deviant, for which I used the themes celibacy and prostitution. I know Remus-as-prostitute is rather an old chestnut, but hope that it's not too predictable.
Four years is a long time to be celibate, reflected Severus as he pulled on his robes and buttoned them up. Today was Midsummer, which made it exactly four years. The last time he'd had sex with anyone other than himself had been during a Solstice celebration with a group of Death Eaters shortly before Voldemort's downfall. He had ended up in a rather disappointing threesome with Avery and Gibbon, when he'd hoped to be with Lucius Malfoy.
Severus sat on the edge of his bed to pull on his shoes. He had made no plans for today, only thought vaguely that perhaps he might collect several herbs that were most potent at Midsummer, but perhaps after that he would go to a pub. Not either of the ones in Hogsmeade, but the Leaky Cauldron, in London. He might even take a room for the night and see if he could find a willing partner to share it with him.
Yes. He would do that. The only question that remained in Severus's mind was whether he should use some means to disguise himself. His face was not unknown as a onetime supporter of Lord Voldemort, and as a present professor at Hogwarts. Severus preferred not to bring undue attention to himself or the school. He considered his options. There was a supply of Polyjuice Potion in the cupboards, brewed when he was demonstrating the technique to the Fifth Years last spring. He could use that, although it would necessitate locating a suitable Muggle to serve as doppelgänger and harvesting a few hairs from him. The more serious drawback the having to sip the vile stuff every hour.
As he harvested his herbs that morning and deftly prepared each to dry, Severus weighed the benefits and drawbacks of Polyjuice, and finally decided that he would risk using his own appearance. He shaved and bathed and washed his hair, binding it back sleekly with a thong at the base of his neck, a style he did not normally favour as it emphasised his beaky nose, but which ought to alter his appearance enough to preclude easy recognition.
Dumbledore, of course, just happened to pass through the Great Hall as Severus was reaching for the Floo powder to transport himself to London.
"Good luck to you on this fine Midsummer day," the Headmaster said, the twinkle in his eye appearing even more pronounced than usual.
Severus flushed and muttered, "Thank you." He had the distinct impression that Dumbledore knew his purpose... and perhaps even whether he would succeed.
He tossed the Floo powder into the fire and said, "The Leaky Cauldron," as he stepped through.