|springsmutfairy (springsmutfairy) wrote in hp_springsmut,|
@ 2008-03-21 12:50:00
|Entry tags:||albus dumbledore/gellert grindelwald, fic, severus/dumbledore, slash|
Happy Springsmut, a_belladonna!
Pairing: Snape/Dumbledore, mentions of past Albus/Gellert.
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Severus behaves very oddly. Albus is affected.
Warnings: Exhibitionism, voyeurism, wanking portraits.
Word Count: ~ 3,000
Author's Notes: Thank you to K for hunting bunnies with me and to M for the beta.
Dear a_belladonna, we share a penchant for proper wizarding robes. I gave Severus underpants for canon's sake, but Albus is allowed, in the words of Archie in GoF, a healthy breathe round his privates. I had great fun writing this, I hope you enjoy it!
The gargoyle at the entrance to the Headmaster's office held a sock in its claw, black and worn and with a hole where the big toe should be. Albus took and sniffed it. Students, he thought and decided to give a pair of socks to every single one of them for Christmas. The idea of hundreds of students clad in fancy socks made him smile. Contemplating an army of warm and comfortable feet, he tripped over a boot.
The boot was just as threadbare as the sock, the black leather cracking and the toes scuffed. It had a long shaft, stud hooks, and the bootlace was mended so often that magic had failed. The owner had resorted to spelling it into knots that reminded Albus of the beads of a rosary. Albus sighed. He knew this boot. He saw it every morning at breakfast, lurking under dark robes and impatiently kicking its heels. Several times a day he saw it walking the floors in an elegant stride that belied its miserable state. The monotonous click-clack of its sole had sung him to sleep during more than one boring staff meeting.
Sensing trouble, Albus turned around. A matching boot dangling from the chandelier in the hallway didn't bode well, and why was Lachlan the Lanky looking so grim? Albus removed a crumpled sock from the statue's slightly open mouth. Lachlan sputtered marble dust all over Albus's purple sleeve and continued doing what he always did: watching the tapestry of Bogdan the Boar with a besotted expression.
"Where's Professor Snape?" Albus asked.
Bogdan scratched his beard and leaned on his club. After long moments of eye-rolling and forehead-crumpling he finally pointed in the direction of the Owlery. "Thank you," Albus said, but Bogdan had only eyes for the stone wizard in front of him.
If Albus had had any doubts about the tapestry's reliability, they vanished at the sight of dark robes, carelessly draped over the suit of armour guarding the entrance to West Tower. Cautiously freeing them from the armour's rusty but firm grasp, Albus let his fingers trail along the greasy spots on the collar. It wasn't for the first time that he wondered how something so shapeless like wizard's robes could look so elegant when worn by the right wizard. Of course, Severus was special. Albus quickly withdrew his fingers, folded Severus's robes over his arm and hastened up the stairs, followed by tinny laughter.
The door leading to the Owlery was adorned with green underpants, slightly worn but otherwise spotless. Pulling himself together, Albus refrained from sniffing them and opened the door. He was greeted by a spectacular sight.
Severus's skin was paler than the moonlight that fell through the many glassless windows high above his head. He moved in circles, displaying his naked body in a slow dance. Hundreds of owls sat on perches that rose on the walls of the circular room like the seats of a steep amphitheatre. They were watching with half-open eyes, sated Romans who'd seen too many slaves and martyrs to be interested in the show anymore. From time to time, one of them would regurgitate the skeleton of a vole or that of a mouse and drop it at Severus's feet, an offering to the gods.
Severus's feet, covered in owl droppings and straw, were a pitiable sight. Albus's eyes didn't linger but followed too-thin legs up to where Severus's cock stood long and thick and gorgeous. Elegant fingers stroked it in a slow, seducing rhythm. It reminded Albus of the enormous member of a fertility god and he wanted to fall to his knees and worship it. He moved back against the wall instead, hiding in the shadows and pressing his growing erection through the fabric of his robes.
It wasn't enough. Albus lifted his robes and took himself in hand. After merely a few strokes he came harder than he had in the last fifty years.
He looked up and was instantly horrified. Severus's face wasn't that of a drunk. It didn't show signs of delirium or trance. It was distorted, full of pain and rage, the face of a man who fought with every fibre of his being.
Albus cast a quick Finite Incantatem. When it didn't work, he Transfigured Severus's robes into a large blanket and wrapped it around Severus's shivering form. Severus's glare was furious, but he let himself be guided out of the Owlery and to Albus's office, his hard prick poking Albus with every step.
Mandrake Draught or Essence de Mandragora is one of the most powerful antidotes against the effects of Petrification caused by the stare of a Basilisk as well as that of the Gorgon Medusa. It's to be applied on the palms of the hands and the soles of the feet. The ingredients are rain water, powdered moonstone and the slices of mature mandrake roots. To enhance the power of the draught, the rain has to be collected at the new moon. The brewer be aware of the disastrous consequences of choosing immature mandrakes. Even the slightest contamination with pubescent mandrake roots will change the effects of the draught and result in the dark and dangerous Priapus Potion. (See Chapter Nine, Potions of the Night.)1
Priapus2 or Priapos Potion is rightly classified as dark. Its origins are unknown. The widely accepted belief that it has been invented in ancient Greece as a ritual potion is pure speculation. The first documented use was in 1488 (Freya the Frigid, Annals of Hogsmeade). It soon became popular among the wizarding ruling class, infamous for their dumb and brutal behaviour, and was outlawed by the Warlock's Council in 1639. Its effects on virgins are disastrous. A witch, wizard or a Muggle who has never penetrated or been penetrated sexually will suffer from constant arousal and a painful enlargement of the genitals. They will also experience an indomitable urge to expose themselves to others in the most obscene ways. In return, the sight of the unfortunate victim causes arousal and the strong desire to have sexual intercourse. Not only living humans are affected, but also portraits and ghosts. The only known cure is sexual penetration, be it active or passive.3
The aftereffects of the Priapus Potion are scarcely investigated. Freya the Frigid's headache might have simply been the result of the consumption of too much Firewhisky. (Annals of Hogsmeade, have to select passages for citation.) The infatuation between Lachlan the Lanky and Bogdan the Boar seems to have dated from long before Lachlan's successful attempt to seduce B with the help of the PP. (Sin and Simplicity. A True Story of Untrue Love. 1798.) I refuse to take Bogdan's increased growth of body hair into account as an aftereffect of the PP! (Utter drivel. Should that romance novel in disguise be taken into consideration at all?) There's reason to believe that sexual intercourse under the influence of the PP leads to a
strongbond between the virgin and his or her sexual partner, a bond that can only be broken by the death of one of the partnersis so strong that it even overcomes deaththat it [The notes stop abruptly here. The rest of the page is filled with doodles and illegible potion formulas.]4