Rosy (real_life_rosy) wrote in lupin_snape, @ 2008-08-01 15:31:00 |
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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: HET SEX. *cough* You have been warned. XD
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Part Two
Things never went simply.
First was the fact that Charlie Weasley was always hanging around the house. The younger man's version of courting involved helping Snape in her workroom, trying to help find the correct combination of ingredients. For three days, every time he brought up the tea tray, hoping to coax Severus away from the workroom, Charlie was there. Being helpful. And smiling. Remus was very close to ripping out the young man's throat until day four. When he brought in the tea tray, Severus stood alone, glaring at the bubbling cauldron. Remus paused, and then set the tea tray down. "It isn't going well," he said quietly, before pouring Snape a cup of tea and fixing it to her usual specifications.
Severus shook her head, the escaping tendril falling across her eyes again. "It's a very old potion, dating back to the Middle Ages almost. And I only have half of the parchment," she murmured, accepting the cup and sipping it. Remus had to smile slightly when she made no comment on the tea. It meant he had done it correctly. "And I'm running out of time," she snapped, glaring accusingly at the potion.
"Severus... far be it from me to suggest to a master how a thing ought to be done," Remus said, "but... maybe you're pushing yourself too hard."
Severus glared at him. "We have a limited amount of time. Even with the excuse of Cassandra's Malady, I can't stay in Grimmauld indefinitely." She snorted, sipping from her tea. "I'd kill Black. And..." Remus took a cup of tea himself, simply waiting. Pushing Severus might make her clam up, but if he waited quietly, the chance of her finished the statement was higher. He wasn't wrong. Severus sighed, brushing the stray lock of hair back. "I... worry that the longer I stay in this body, the more I will forget what it is to be a man."
Remus blinked. "No, I don't think you will," he said quietly. When Severus looked at him, he smiled. "You are what you are. Even in that body, you are a man. That won't change."
Severus regarded him for a moment, and then snorted. "You're trying to be comforting."
"Well, I thought that would be better than trying to be your handy helper," Remus said, grinning slightly.
Severus sighed, shaking her head. "Yes. Charles seems to have cornered that market. Though I can't think of a single reason for him to think that ploy will work. He was my student for heaven's sake." So. Snape hadn't been unaware of Charlie's motives. And he wasn't interested. Better and better.
Remus chuckled. "I have to wonder, though. If you know what he's up to, why do you encourage him?"
Severus looked at him sideways. "He is a moderately capable assistant. And it saves me time and energy. Why else?" She took one of the sandwiches on the tray and took a bite. "Besides, I don't encourage him. I simply allow him to help."
"It may end up amounting to the same thing, you know," he pointed out. Remus chuckled when Severus glared icily at him. "Well. I'm sorry I couldn't coax you into taking a break." He sighed mournfully. "I was hoping to engage you in a game of chess. Sirius is a miserable player at best."
Severus blinked, then looked at him through narrowed eyes. "You play chess," she said dryly. Almost disbelievingly.
Remus contrived to look innocently confused. "Yes. Not too badly, really. It's rather hard to come by a good player, you know. Usually I play in the library. If I can find an opponent, that is." Sirius would rather do anything besides try and play him at chess. Especially in the Library. He found it dull. Severus was regarding him thoughtfully, though she simply snorted and waved Remus out.
"Go on. I've work to do and I can't do it with you sitting there and gawking at me like a landed codfish." Severus turned away, nibbling on her sandwich and looking over her notes. "Humph... frog entrails, perhaps? No.. that won't do at all..."
Remus smiled to himself slightly, closing the door quietly behind him. He went through the rest of the afternoon in a state of mild, but somewhat nervous anticipation. He couldn't get any work done, just shuffling the papers and finding himself staring out the window instead of actually reading the reports. Or even worse, re-reading the same passage over and over and over again. It was Sirius' turn to cook dinner, which meant chicken and rice. It was practically the only thing the man knew how to make without either destroying part of the kitchen or crippling his diners with stomach pains. Severus ate sparingly, her lip curling lightly at the bland dish before she stood up and excused herself. Remus helped clean up, and then announced that he would be reading in the library. Sirius, of course, muttered under his breath like a sulky child before going up to Buckbeak's garret lair.
Severus was already sitting at the chess table when he arrived, idly correcting the position of the black pawns he would be using. Of course. Remus smiled slightly, conjuring up a tray with tea and biscuits before settling and making his opening gambit. He didn't say anything, just watched as Severus regarded the board thoughtfully. They didn't talk for a while as they played, sipping tea and nibbling on the digestives. Remus watched Severus almost as much as he watched the board. Her face was opening as they played, becoming intent on the dance of the pieces. Her escaping tendril made another appearance, though she brushed it aside as she concentrated. Remus hid his smile behind the lip of his cup. He inhaled deeply, catching the scent of the tea and, more importantly, of Severus. Dark and cool, like a moonless night after a thunderstorm rolled through, leaving the air wet and sweet and slightly charged with electricity. An accompanying smell of dried herbs and spices, and the lingering traces of cinnamon and sandalwood. He couldn't for the life of him figure out if those smells were because Snape was a female, or if they were a lingering byproduct of the potion. The room was quiet and peaceful, the fire flickering in the grate cheerfully despite Grimmauld's tendency towards gloom.
Severus sighed, quite contented when he captured Remus' bishop. "Better than holing yourself up in that workroom all night, isn't it?" Remus ventured, smiling as he moved his Queen.
Severus humphed to himself. "Moderately," she drawled, moving her Queen's side bishop. "Far more favorable than listening to Black's whining."
Remus nodded. "I'm growing rather tired of it myself." Severus looked blatantly surprised. "Just because he's my friend doesn't save him from becoming tiring. Especially when the two of you start arguing. It can drive a man to pieces." He moved his King's side rook.
Severus regarded Remus quietly for a moment, and then took a sip of her tea. "Mm. Albus needs to find something for him to do. It will be worse in the long run if he can't." She moved a bishop and captured Remus' knight. "I'm half surprised..." She stopped, frowning.
Remus looked at her, tipping his head. "You're half surprised...?" he prompted.
"I am well aware of Black's... school yard reputation," she drawled, raising an elegant eyebrow. "It was rather hard to miss, what with his sisters and cousins in my own House."
Remus grinned. "He's admitted, being drunk, that he wouldn't mind it." He tried not to chuckle when Severus looked positively green. Instead, he used his remaining knight to box in Severus' king. "Checkmate."
Severus blinked, then stared at the board. Glaring, she waved her wand to reset the pieces. "Again."
Remus smiled slightly. "As you wish," he murmured, before making his opening move. He ended up losing the next game, even if it did last a good deal longer. Severus was obviously paying more attention. The next several nights were much the same. Severus would appear in the Library after supper, they would play. Whenever Remus won, Severus would glower, reset the board, and demand "Again." They talked quietly while they played, which Remus knew Severus wouldn't permit while working. The conversation ranged from different aspects of the war and the Dark Lord's tactics, and then started wandering further and further into more pleasurable topics. Remus knew that Severus was an avid reader, but it did surprise him how often their own readings seemed to overlap. They would have very spirited discussions about their individual conclusions, as well as their thoughts on what others had to say about the same book.
Remus dearly appreciated the way Severus approached a topic, analyzing it thoroughly before coming to his conclusion. Although, the same mental dexterity wasn't always applied to personal situations, he thought. Otherwise, why would Snape seem to despise him so much? ...but no, that was wrong. Remus had no illusions that if Snape truly did despise him, she wouldn't be sitting across from Remus discussing some idiotic tripe written about the shamanistic beliefs of werewolves. He couldn't quite bring himself to ask just yet what had brought about the change. He was too pleased with the tenor and the depth of their conversations. Which, in his mind, meant that he was probably getting farther with Severus than Charlie was.
Not that it was a competition, of course.
Spending time with Severus helped to ease some of his nighttime yearnings. Often, however, he would wake with an aching erection and the vaguest fragments of an erotic dream still lingering in his brain. He couldn't quite remember all the details, but he always did catch Severus' voice murmuring to him, deep and low and silky as he stroked himself to completion. Those orgasms were somewhat more satisfying, but never enough to sate his desire. Another week had gone by and he realized that his careful courtship was, in all honesty, working. Charlie was seen less around the house, as it became apparent to the young man that Severus was definitely not interested in him. He had mooned a little bit at some of the meetings, but perked up again when he apparently had met up with one of his old flames from the dragon reserves. The crush, then, was just that. Remus had a clear path to his goal.
He waited until their Thursday night game before mentioning an outing. He had just lost and was resetting the board. "It isn't going well, is it?"
"What?" Severus snapped, glancing up and glaring.
"Well, you've just soundly beat me and yet you don't seem too pleased by it," Remus answered. Severus frowned at him, then sighed and rubbed her forehead. "Albus and Bill still haven't found the second piece of the parchment, have they?"
"No," Severus sighed, rubbing her temple. "They haven't. And the recipe is exceptionally difficult to counteract. The ingredients alone are bad enough, but they're actually combined in a Chastening Globe..."
"Which means everything is in its purest form," Remus said, nodding. His eyes widened slightly. Purest form... chaste... would that mean...? Remus shook his head, coughing slightly. "Well... wouldn't a borogove fix that?"
Snape glowered. "You don't think I've tried that? The seahorse scale creates a caustic reaction. It burned a hole through the lead cauldron." She sighed, taking a deep drink of her tea. "I'm running out of ideas..."
Remus toyed with his bishop a moment. "Maybe... you need to walk away from the problem for a bit. Let it ferment in your head while you aren't focusing on it." He smiled when Severus narrowed her eyes at him. "It's only a suggestion."
"And I suppose you were about to suggest a place to go?" she drawled.
"Well... I did have some place in mind. Good food. Good music." Remus composed his face into a sly counterfeit of innocence while he placed the bishop on the board. "Good sangria."
Snape's eyebrows rose slightly. She blinked, processing this. "How good a sangria?" she asked finally, looking suspicious.
Remus smiled. "Exquisite," he purred, watching as Severus' expression seemed to change to interest. "Spicy food, too. Only kind of food to eat with sangria, really."
"Mmm. Quite." Severus moved her knight to capture Remus' queen. "Well... it isn't a bad suggestion, I suppose. Tomorrow would do."
Remus nodded, smiling. "I think that would work rather well." He moved his rook. "Checkmate."
Severus glared, and waved her wand. "Again."
"As you wish."