Rosy (real_life_rosy) wrote in lupin_snape, @ 2008-08-01 15:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | fic: nc17, prompt: fantasy fest 08 |
Fantasy Fest Fic: I'm Not That Girl, NC17
Title: I'm Not That Girl
Author: Rosy
Rating: NC17
Pairings/Characters: Snupin with a dash of Charlie
Challenge: Fantasy Fest
Summary: Lupin was alright... until things changed drastically
Disclaimer: I found the poor things abandoned in the gutter! I swear!.... ok yeah, they aren't mine. But I loves them sooooo!
Warnings: genderswitch. Het and slash in the saaaame fic.
Note: There is a secret Rosy-like twist. buahahaha 15 -- R can handle his secret crush on male S. When S is turned (temp)female, R is driven insane by his need & lust. How does he court her? How does he control his impulses? First time sex with Female!S. Bonus-m/m sex at end! Bonus2-someone else also crushes on F!S. Set during the summer before OotP... but really completely ignores almost any canon. XD
Notes for this section: masturbation via ruttung against the mattress/humping a pillow
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Part One
Remus Lupin was a man who understood the importance of secrets. Secrets had helped him survive as a werewolf, even if it was only through his childhood and adolescence. Secrets kept his friends alive, to a point.
Though many of his secrets had been told, as is part of the nature of secrets, there was one that he had mastered and wrestled into a lead lined, padlocked box in the very depths of his mind. Never, never would it open. Never would it be exposed. It would remain in the dusty, shadowy corners of his brain until it faded altogether.
Alas, this is not the nature of secrets. Whether by fate, misadventure, or the intervention of men, secrets never remain hidden.
And this secret was about to be exposed in a billowing cloud of cinnamon and sandalwood scented smoke.
The day in question certainly hadn't started out as earth shattering, to be sure. He went to Grimmauld Place for supper with the Order and a meeting to follow. He had little to contribute tonight, unfortunately. The werewolf packs were being rather cagey. He was spending the time until Molly called them all to dinner with the eldest Weasley boys, having a discussion about the possible applications of the Gemino Curse. Sirius and Kingsley were sitting nearby, having a discussion about jazz music in general and Miles Davis in particular. Albus and Minerva were about somewhere, discussing school business while Molly and some of the rest of the Weasley brood made supper. Bill was making a good point about how casting Gemino on oneself might result in a type of splicing when a rather loud explosion rocked the house, knocking antiquated dust from the chandeliers.
"Bloody hell," Sirius groused, glaring up at swaying light fixture. "What is that slimy git up to now?" Remus stood up, glancing at the door in time to see Albus hurry past.
"Severus is here?" Remus asked, turning to head to the door.
Bill nodded, standing as well. "He was working on a potion that I translated for Albus. There was some sort of tool he needed that was here in Grimmauld..." Charlie and Kingsley stood and followed them up the stairs to the third floor. Sirius' Great Uncle Xandir had set up a workshop there that rivaled even the private workshop Snape had at Hogwarts. Thick, red smoke belched out of the workshop's doorway, filling the hallway with the unmistakable smell of cinnamon and sandalwood. Albus was trying to disperse the smoke as best he could, when Snape lurched out of the doorway and hit the opposite wall.
"That..." Snape coughed, "was not the expected reaction. Possibly volatile interaction between the mome rath cocoons and the seahorse scale..." Remus' nose twitched. Something was... different. Beneath the spicy smelling smoke, Remus could make out Snape's personal scent: dark and cool like night rain. But the smell was... altered. There was a subtle flavor that he couldn't quite place...
Albus waved his wand, dispersing the rest of the smoke. "I take it the experimentation didn't go as planned?" Albus asked, though there was a slight twinkle in his eye. From the corner of his eye, Remus could see Charlie's jaw drop. Snape's hair, once falling just above his shoulders in greasy lanks, now cascaded down his back in a riotous mass of loose, inky curls. Snape was still bent and turned away from them, trying to catch his breath.
"P-professor... your hair..." Bill finally stammered, his own eyes wide.
"What?" Severus snapped, turning. The hair, which Remus couldn't really bring himself to call Snape's hair, fell to his waist. Remus couldn't see his face. "...damn." He huffed, obviously trying to blow some of the hair out of his face. He had to wrangle it back.
Albus' lips were twitching. "A throwback to your mother's side of the family, Severus?" Remus could feel the heat of Snape's glare at the Headmaster.
"As you very well know, Albus," he muttered, finally managing to wrangle the unruly mass over his back. Charlie blushed furiously, and Bill's eyes nearly popped out of his skull. Remus had seen Snape brewing and experimenting before. Only when he was deeply involved in the work did he shed the heavy outer black robe. Obviously, he had been very involved in the work before the explosion, if the rolled shirtsleeves were any indication. There was also no way to hide the... his...
"Merlin's balls!" Sirius crowed, coming up behind the first group. "He's got tits!"
Remus managed to repress the desire to smack his palm against his forehead. Kingsley wasn't quite so deft. Because there was no doubt, to anyone, that what Sirius said was true. And, Remus' ever-clever eyes were pointing out, that wasn't the only change. Snape's legs were still long, but the usually narrow, sharp hipbones were padded with enough flesh to give them a shallow curve before nipping in at the waist. There were, as Sirius so eloquently pointed out, two breasts adorning his narrower sternum, which were neither non-existent nor melon-like.
Two ripe handfuls... his lizard brain supplied.
He moved on quickly. Snape's face was, for the most part, unchanged. His nose was still large and somewhat hawkish, but his eyes... they hadn't always been rimmed with those thick lashes, had they? And certainly his lips were somewhat fuller. The lower one almost had a pout to it...
Perfect for nibbling on... Remus had to shake his head to clear the thoughts cramming against his brain. He took a somewhat shaky breath. "Perhaps... it's merely an illusion created by the smoke?" he supplied, as steadily as he could.
Severus frowned, looking down at his chest. Then, he reached up to cup and squeeze one breast. Charlie made a choked gurgle and Sirius howled with laughter. "No... they're quite real." He looked up at Albus, his gaze serious. "Headmaster, this is..."
"Quite the problem, yes," Albus said, nodding. Though his eyes twinkled merrily. "Minerva!" he called, stepping forward. "We'll discuss it at the meeting, gentlemen, if you would go on down ahead? Ah, Minerva." The others gathered on the landing parted, letting the older woman through. Her only response to Severus' state was a slightly raised eyebrow. "If you could possibly help Severus into something more... appropriate?" He refrained from smiling, especially once he saw Snape's glare. Minerva herded the potions master to another room, and the other men headed down the stairs, not wanting to hear Minerva McGonagal talk of... womanly things.
They were settling in the dining room, where most of the Order meetings were held, meeting the others there. Kingsley quickly briefed the others, Tonks snorting to try and stop from laughing. Molly gave her a quelling look, silencing her. Sirius was still chuckling to himself. "Bloody hysterical," he murmured, eyes bright. "Slimy git's turned himself into a bird! Disgrace for the female sex entirely, I think."
Remus frowned at his friend, but Kingsley beat him at a reply. "I don't know, Black," Kingsley said, his deep-throated voice thoughtful. "It's not that funny at all, I think. We need the information that Snape provides us. He's managed to keep us at least even with the Death Eaters and You Know Who, or only a step or two behind. Without him..."
Bill's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Surely," he said, tipping his head to the side, "Professor Snape could manage to continue his activities in this state? I mean, couldn't he possibly use Polyjuice Potion to turn into himself?"
Remus shook his head. "No," he said. "Essentially, the DNA in the hair is the same, with the exception of one chromosome. The difference is too small to actually make a change with the potion."
"There's got to be something!" Bill said, looking astounded. "We can't just... not send him to spy?!"
"Severus," Albus said simply, "cannot spy in this state." He moved to his accustomed chair at the head of the table. "The Dark Lord would want to know how such a thing came about, and creating such an elaborate lie to maintain his cover..." He shook his head.
"Sir," Charlie ventured, finally finding his voice. "You've often said that Professor Snape is the best Occlumens in the country, possibly the world. Couldn't he simply hide the truth?"
Albus was already shaking his head. "The more complex a lie is, the easier it is to break. He would have to mix truth with just enough fiction to make it believable. And in this case... no. It would reveal too much. Remember, Voldemort knows Hogwarts. He knows that, even with Snape's tenure as Potions Master, we haven't been able to procure a Chastening Globe. They're too rare, especially with the type of crystal required. Snape cannot go back to the Death Eaters in this condition. It would be too great a risk."
"A risk?" Charlie asked, eyes widening. "Isn't he accustomed to taking that kind of risk?"
"There would be a different type of risk associated with Severus' new... state," Albus said delicately. "One, which could endanger the whole of the Order."
"I rather doubt that," Sirius drawled. "I think you're blowing this a little bit out of proportion, Albus."
"Oh, but he isn't."
Everyone turned, eyes widening slightly. Severus stood in the doorway, her hair barely constrained by a band. She was wearing a pair of trousers tailored for a female frame, with boots and a simple, dark green sweater. The sweater, however, was fitted enough to reveal the curvature of her body. Minerva came in behind her, muttering about modern styles and shaking her head before settling in her own customary seat. Remus cleared his throat slightly, casting a glance at Charlie, who was... well... staring slightly. "What do you mean, Severus?" he asked. His eyes flicked back to Charlie, and he was surprised to feel a sudden surge of rage at the younger man.
Severus looked at each of them in turn, her eyes dark and unreadable. "If the Dark Lord were to discover my current state, he would immediately use me as a brood mare." Molly's hand flew to her mouth. "The Dark Lord has long been in the practice of mating his followers, those of his inner circle especially. Bellatrix only wed Rodolphus Lestrange because her master wanted a child both with her vicious loyalty and her husband's creativity. There are, actually, more female Death Eaters, but only Bellatrix and Alecto seem barren. One of the reasons for Bellatrix's madness is her inability to conceive for her Lord and Master. The others are kept to bring forth more pureblooded followers."
"That's... an abomination!" Bill managed. The others muttered and shook their heads angrily. Remus' eyes were on Severus, turning over what the spy was saying.
"Were you a part of this... breeding program?" Remus asked.
Severus looked at him, her dark eyes inscrutable. "No," he said coolly. "The Dark Lord thought I was... flawed. And feared that this flaw would be passed on to any of my offspring."
"Bloody right," Sirius muttered, eyes narrowed in dark glee. Albus gave him a look, which silenced him. Remus regarded Severus thoughtfully. "What flaw?" he asked quietly.
Severus' eyes were cold. "It's not any of your business, I think," she drawled. "Suffice it to say, the argument against my producing an heir would be rendered... moot by the new situation. He would put one of the other Death Eaters to seed me, and then I would be kept in seclusion until it was evident that I had conceived and until I bore the child."
"Monstrous," Molly said viciously.
"And, quite unallowable," Albus said serenely. "After all, we cannot allow Severus to be so separated from us. It would be unthinkable. Severus. Is it possible to construct an antidote?"
Severus lifted a haughty eyebrow. "If you remember, the original experiment was to create the potion so that I could see the type of reactions before beginning to alter the recipe for our use. I will be able to deconstruct the potion in order to put together an antidote. However, it will take time. Research. I will need some... excuse."
There were some suggestions, dismissed easily as not being excuse enough for the double agent to stay away from the Dark Lord. Then, Molly spoke up. "What if you were ill?"
Severus frowned thoughtfully. "Ill?"
"A fever, perhaps," Minerva said, catching on. "One that requires bed rest. And seclusion, due to its high risk of contagion? Say... Cassandra's Malady?"
Albus was nodding. "You do work with enough snake byproducts to conceivably contract it," he said. "And, for all your care..." And here, there was a wry twist of the old man's lips, "accidents do happen."
Snape rolled her eyes. "Then yes, let us say that I am delusional and spouting gibberish prophecies, by all means. If I am to be sick, however, I shouldn't stay at the school. Besides, I don't have the necessary equipment in the workshop to construct the antidote."
Albus looked at Sirius. Who snorted and glared and huffed and rolled his eyes but finally said, "Alright. Severa can stay here." He pretended not to notice the icy glare Snape gave him. "Though he'll probably turn Remy's stomach." Remus didn't react for a moment, missing a good part of the next bit of conversation.
Severus here? In that body? He could feel the locks and chains he had wrapped so carefully around his secret start to slip ever so slightly. Even now, he could smell Severus' new, tantalizing scent. It had wormed its way into his brain and down his spine, residing as a low, steady heat behind his navel. If Snape had left soon, he would have been able to calm himself sufficiently. But Snape was staying here. In the same house. Her scent would start to permeate the whole house. He tried to take a deep breath to settle himself, which only compounded the problem. His Wolf was rolling in the scent, rubbing it into his fur and snuffling at it. He wanted to bury his muzzle in that wild bunch of curls near her long, slender throat, catching the rafts of scent as they drifted off the smooth skin. Or, even better, to burry his nose at the juncture of her thighs, to drink down her scent almost completely unhindered. And then...
"...of course, Bill will be try to locate the rest of the parchment," Albus was saying, drawing Remus out of his reverie. "It should be near where the first piece was found, correct?"
Bill nodded. "There was a lot of preserved parchment at the site," he said. "We're still going through it all. I'll keep a lookout for the piece we need, nip it over here and back before anyone notices it's missing." He grinned. "And, if I can't get away, I'm sure Charlie can help on that score." He elbowed his younger brother, who scowled at him fiercely. Remus narrowed his eyes ever so slightly at the younger man. Charlie's blue eyes flicked over to Snape, and then fixed steadfast on Albus.
"Well," Albus said, smiling cheerfully. "That settles things for the moment. Molly, is that Shepherd's Pie I smell? Wonderful, wonderful. A quick tuck in before Minerva and I head back to the school to spread word of Professor Snape's malady, then we'll be on our way." And so, the meeting dissolved into dinner, with Snape sitting stiffly in her chair the whole time. The man was accustomed to leaving before the meal began, not wanting to share it with Sirius and, by extension, Remus. Now, however, she had no choice. She would be eating all of her meals here. Her nose wrinkled.
"Albus, if you'll excuse me?" she drawled, standing. "I'd rather sleep than eat, at the moment. There are things to be done and I need some equipment from my workshop at the school. Especially the ingredients for the wolfsbane potion."
Albus was already nodding. "I'll have one of the house elves pack everything you need and bring it myself later tonight. Sirius, which room..."
"Severa," Sirius drawled, smirking at the slight twitch on Severus' face. "Can have the red room. It's down the hall from the workshop anyway. And it's appropriate." Minerva and Molly both glared daggers at him, which would make any man quell slightly.
Remus stood up. "I'll show you which, Severus," he offered. Severus nodded tightly, glaring at Black before following Remus upstairs. They were quiet, neither one speaking until they reached the third floor hallway, which still smelled faintly of cinnamon and sandalwood. "You're alright, of course?" Remus asked, glancing at his companion.
Severus snorted. "Perfectly. Aside from the addition of several pounds of unnecessary cushioning and the lack of my habitual plumbing," she drawled. Remus opened the door and frowned. This room obviously hadn't been cleaned out yet. The curtains were almost threadbare, and a coating of dust almost two inches thick hung over everything. Webs hung in the corners, their occupants dangling from the thinnest strand of silk possible to support their fat, globular bodies. The mirror was crusted over with grime, the wardrobe's door was off its hinges, and the washstand's bowl was cracked and chipped... Severus didn't fail to notice. "Of course," she muttered darkly. "The cur would forget that this room wasn't fit to be habitable."
Remus coughed slightly at the dust wafting out. "I'm rather surprised the workroom was up to standard..." he murmured.
Severus snorted. "Xandir Black had a dust repellent spell powerful enough to keep all of Hogwarts dust free for a century. Besides which, it was a sealed room. Only another Potions Master could open it. No infestations of any kind." She looked at the bedclothes... which seemed to be moving.
Remus shook his head. "This won't do at all," he murmured, somewhat angrily. "Come on. We'll get you settled on the second floor. There's a habitable room near the back staircase, so you won't have to go all the way to the main stairs to get up to the workroom." He again led the way, quietly seething at Sirius. The second room was much more the thing, in his opinion. A large brass bedstead with a hunter-green quilt and plenty of pillows. Matching drapes on the windows, heavy enough to block out the evening sunlight. A proper wardrobe. An ensuite washroom. "That's a sight better."
Severus nodded, walking inside and fingering the drapes. "It will do, yes," she murmured. She looked at Remus intently for a moment. "You and Black are on this floor as well."
It wasn't exactly a question. "Sirius hasn't managed to finish the third floor yet." Remus answered, trying to smile pleasantly. "If it helps, he's all the way down the other end of the hall."
Severus raised an eyebrow. "And you?"
Remus paused. "I'm on the other side of your washroom," he said quietly. Then managed a smile. "I don't snore. Not loud enough for you to hear, anyway. And the walls in this old house are thick."
Severus rolled her eyes heavenward. "Thank Merlin for small mercies," she muttered. She waved him out. "I'm quite capable of getting myself to bed. Go on down to your dinner."
Remus nodded, then left her. In the hallway, he cursed himself for seven different kinds of fool. Yes, the room was close to the back stairs, but now he would hear whatever Severus was doing... When he got down to dinner, he told Albus and Sirius that he had to move Severus to the Green Room. The Red Room wasn't habitable in any sense of the word.
Albus gave Sirius A Look, which made the man squirm like a twelve-year-old boy again. "Thank you, Remus. Minerva, she has enough clothing?" Minerva nodded, finishing up her meal. "Well. I'll go and have a little chat with Severus before I go home." He smiled, and then headed upstairs. The others were eating quickly as well, knowing that if Snape and Black were in the same house for an extended period of time... well... things might turn ugly. Remus very pointedly ignored Sirius during the meal, which made the other man sulky and petulant. Which, in the long run, would just make things more difficult. Once the others were gone, Remus looked at him.
"Don't antagonize Snape, alright?"
"What?" Sirius said, blinking. "You're upset because of the Red Room thing? C'mon, Remy..." he sighed. "The git's had it coming and you know it..."
"I don't want to hear it," Remus said firmly, glaring at his friend. "Don't antagonize him, alright? He has to fix this problem quickly for all our sakes, and he doesn't need you distracting him."
Sirius raised an eyebrow. "Don't you mean she doesn't need me distracting her?"
Remus rolled his eyes. "Sirius, please. I really don't want to have to live with the two of you fighting all the time. When we're all in the same house. Please?"
Sirius tipped his head to the side, and then grinned. "You know... there might be one thing Severa and I could do together that wouldn't be a half bad idea..." He put a dramatic hand to his forehead. "Look! Look how low I've sunk, Remy! To consider Snivelly as a possible lay!"
Remus resisted growling by the thinnest of restraints. "Lay. Off. Sirius." With that, he stood and walked up to his room, hearing the words "what's got your back up?" echoing after him.
Once in his room, he flung himself on the bed, covering his eyes with his elbow. Oh he knew exactly what had his back up. His little secret was rearing its ugly head, wriggling out of its prison as quickly as it could. And Snape living in the same house would only compound the problem. It was easy enough to hide when Snape was a man. Squelch it down and go find a raven-haired lady to spend an evening with. Convince himself that he didn't want a man. Oh, very easy indeed. But now...
He blinked. Albus and Severus were talking, and he could just barely make out the sounds and cadence of their voices. Albus' was a low and quiet, hardly discernable. But Severus... Severus' usual speaking voice was a firm, velvety baritone that could cut like steel through butter. Remus had never heard it in anything but a sneer or a dry, cutting remark. His little secret had often wondered what it would sound like warm and rough and husky.... And now, Severus' voice was an octave or so higher, a smoky alto with just a hint of husk.
Severus always did have a lovely speaking voice, Remus thought unwittingly. He closed his eyes, listening intently to that voice as it wrapped around his brain. He couldn't make out words, but the gentle rise and fall of the alto seemed to slither languidly along his spine. He almost missed the door close and Albus leave, he was so wrapped up in the sound. Then, of course, there was another sound. The unmistakable sound of a shower running.
Which sent his fertile imagination into a whole new tangent. It promptly produced a feasible construct of what Snape would look like beneath the sweater and trousers, her hair unbound and falling to her waist. The water would sluice over her skin, turning it a faint pink with the heat as she slowly started washing the mass of jet curls. Remus felt his teeth dig into his lower lip. His mind's eye wandered from her elegant, small feet up the shapely legs to the downy curls at the juncture of her thighs. It continued upwards along the slight curve of her belly and its navel to the gentle swell of her breasts. The nipples, he thought... would they be pink or a fawn brown? Would they perk in the slight chill of the air before the steam and heat from the water eased them back down?
Remus turned to groan into his pillow. His body, already teased by Severus' scent, was now aching at the thought of the very real woman belonging to that scent. The very alluring woman. Not pretty, especially not in the conventional sense. But alluring, yes. Remus' hand wormed, quite against the murmur of protest his rational mind gave, to release his erection from his trousers. In this position, he couldn't quite his hand around his shaft, and he daren't roll over for fear of making some noise that Severus might actually hear. He grabbed one of the velvety throw pillows that dotted the bed and shoved it beneath his hips. He buried his face against the other pillow, groaning at the feel of the fabric against his cock. Slowly, he rocked his hips, feeling the nap of the fabric rub along the sensitive skin, his body weight adding to the deliciously addictive friction. His mind kept supplying images of Snape's new body as she washed; soap suds sliding down her skin. Her head tipping back to wet her hair, exposing the graceful curve of her neck...
Remus moaned, his hips rutting faster against the pillow with more fervor. Oh his Wolf wanted to lick and nuzzle that neck, nibble along the join where it met shoulder, wallow in the tantalizing scent and then bite just hard enough to leave a bruise. A claim mark... Remus shuddered, feeling his orgasm crash over him, pulsing into the fabric of the pillow. He gasped out something that might have sounded like Severus' name... if he hadn't been pressing his mouth against the pillow beneath his head. Once the last shudder and he lay against the pillows, spent. He had to roll over, sticky with his own emissions and out of breath.
Keeping his little crush on Snape a secret might be harder than he initially thought...