|GryffindorJ (gryffindorj) wrote in loveandwar,|
@ 2007-11-29 15:02:00
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In person fic
Here I am with torino10154 and we have been having a smashing time. While she brewed some potions (made brownies and biscotti), I went for a ride on my broom (running). We have been writing when the time allows. We have five things we are working on but this is our first in person together collaboration. We need to know if we should write a second part or leave it as is.
ETA: We had a SWM "you weren't supposed to look there" Snape and Harry moment today. I'll talk about over on my journal.
Here's the little fic behind the cut-
Title: Holiday Hook-Up
Authors: gryffindorj and torino10154
Word Count: less than 400
Characters: Snape/Sanguini. There is a mention of Snarry.
Warnings: HBP, Snape is rather slutty.
Disclaimer: We don't own anything Harry Potter, JK Rowling does.
A/N: We were itching to know why anti-social Snape would go back to Slughorn's party in HBP.
Snape stood in the empty classroom for a moment, seething with annoyance at that spoiled, stupid child. Draco was so consumed by his own immaturity that he clearly didn’t understand the way of the world at all. He was proving to be stubborn as his mother and in need of recognition like his father. Snape pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes closed in escalating annoyance; he would have to take a headache draught, again, after he returned to his quarters. Snape then heard raucous laughter echoing down the corridor and he opened his eyes as a pleasant thought came to his mind.
Slughorn’s pretentious little Christmas Party had so many potential stress relievers available to him. There was as much wine in that room as in perhaps all of Hogsmeade, a never ending supply of firewhiskey, and more Butterbeer than was tasteful. If Snape knew Slughorn at all, which he was sure he did, he knew that some sort of magical herb would also be passed around later. But it wasn’t any sort of chemical stimulant Snape had in mind but the pleasures of the flesh.
He considered for a moment, “The boy or the other?” The boy had a way of whimpering as he was breached and a most spectacular groan when he came that the thought of it aroused him. The boy though had not been talking to him lately as they had been unable to move forward after the events last spring. Plus he would have to steal him away from that vapid Lovegood girl. The other though was an undiscovered territory and held secret delights, if the legend was true.
The vampire, it was decided.
Snape circled the perimeter looking for the pale, handsome man. Snape finally caught his eye from across the room; he made his way through the crowd picking up two drinks as he walked. He sidled up to Sanguini, handing him a glass of a blood red wine.
They raised their glasses in a silent toast; Snape leaned over and whispered in Sanguini’s ear, “I have heard that a small bite from a vampire right before orgasm increases satisfaction beyond measure.” Sanguini let out a deep, rich laugh and smiled tantalizingly at Snape.
“I vould not know. I haff only heard the rumor.”
“Should we find out then?” Snape said smoothly.