|COUNTESS ZERO (countesszero) wrote in lupin_snape,|
@ 2010-09-11 23:01:00
countesszero dabbled in drabbles
i am not sure wether my submissions can be called drabbles. but i really, really did enjoy the company of you all, my dear chat lupin_snape girls and ladies, and it was great fun to do this!
thank you so much, azurerosa for organising this very entertaining morning (for most of you it was still night i know!)
you are a sweetheart!
the rating for all of the following five, ahem, drabbles is pg i think. please do not hesitate to tell me if i forgot a warning somewhere!
disclaimer: the harry potter universe is in its entirety the property of j.k. rowling. the author is making no profit by these stories.
Of course Severus had missed breakfast again. And he was late for classes. Later he saw James Potter clinging to Lily's side like a lovesick puppy. Disgusting.
And now this.
"You smell so good ...," Remus ... Lupin murmured while burrowing into Severus arms who tried to fight him off.
"What the hell is wrong with you, Lupin? And why are you sniffing my armpits?" Severus tried to wiggle away, but Lupin's strong arms held him in place.
"Spiked ... nnnngh ..." Lupin murmured, grinding himself against Severus.
"Are you out of your mind?" Severus hissed. "I'll rip your intestines out if you don't stop now!
"Such a sweet voice," Lupin slurred.
Then after some more grinding he managed to say: "Sirius ... spiked the pumpkin juice."
Lupins hands seemed to be everywhere.
"Need ... you ... to kiss me ..." Lupin said, scrunching his eyes shut and puckering his lips. When Severus didn't oblige him with the demanded kiss he swiftly began pressing kisses - that tasted of pumpkin juice - onto his face.
And it was only 12.30pm. At least this day couldn't become any worse.
Then he saw Peter Pettigrew staggering around the corner, cross eyed, and his tongue hanging out of his mouth.
"Oh ... kissing!" Pettigrew called out approaching them with enthusiasm and outstretched arms. "Great idea."
Embarrassing Musical Taste
"So you never spoke to Lily again after the ... what Jamie did?" Remus said, sleepily tracing Severus eyebrows. "This was the end of you and Lily?"
"Hm," Severus said grumpily, turning away. "Therewassomethingelse ..."
"What now?" Remus cupped his ear.
"She said my music taste is embarrassing." Severus gritted out.
Remus laid back letting the revelation sink in.
"You called her a mudblood and she insulted your musical taste," he mused. "Seems, you both gave as good as you got, huh?"
"What kind of music are you listening to anyway?"
"None of your business, Mr. I-secretly-listen-to-Barry-Manilow!"
"You looked through my record collection!" Remus accused, sitting up. He immediately got out of the bed and strode, naked as he was, towards Severus cabinet.
"Lupin!" Severus turned around, alarmed. "Don't you dare!"
But Remus was already gleefully examining Severus' collection.
"What do we have here?" he exclaimed and held up a blue record sleeve: "Oh! This is good! Father Abraham and the Smurfs!"
"I bought that years ago for Lily and her brat!" Severus defended himself.
Remus looked through the other records.
"Oh-ho-ho!" he called out triumphantly, and waved a record with a woman wearing a folk dress on it.
"The Sound Of Music!"
Severus cheeks were a deep red now. "That doesn't belong to me! I don't even know why it's here!"
"I see." said Remus. "So, if I were to open the window and throw that record out you wouldn't really .... ooomph ..."
Severus had tackled him, trying to pry that record out of his hands.
"Give that 'ere!"
"Only if you say you adore my golden hair and love me unconditionally!"
"A-ah!" said Remus. "I think that record wants to be set free!" and he opened the window and pretended to throw the record out.
"Alright, ... I adore your stupid hair and love your idiotic grin. So - satisfied?"
Remus flung himself into Severus arms.
"A bit of artistic liberty you took with the words, but I appreciate the sentiment!"
Severus snorted but didn't protest as Remus showered him with kisses.
Later when they were lying on the bed again, Remus carded his fingers through Severus' hair.
"So, what's up with The Sound of Music?" he asked.
"'S nice,"Severus murmured, almost asleep. "Everyone is happy, and singing, and they all like each other. As a kid ... I wanted that."
Remus kissed Severus' forehead.
Bottle of Wine
"Just bring a bottle of wine," Remus had said. "I'm not picky."
And Severus, foolish as ever had gone into this trap like the ... well, fool, he was.
Of course he had no idea about wine. Remus on the other hand loved good wine and knew all about it.
What was it with people who were saying: 'I am not picky' anyway? Usually they were the pickiest.
He shifted his weight, glancing up and down the wine aisle. Bottles after bottles were gleaming maliciously at him, mocking him with their fancy labels.
Shiraz, Merlot, Zinfandel, Cabernet, Pinot Noir ... Australia, France, Chile, ...
His Mum had only drunken that sort of pinkish red wine that could be bought in a carton, with a little tap on the side.
Severus doubted that Remus had that in mind. He snorted and then adjusted his dark shirt, narrowing his eyes.
Finally after half an hour he faced defeat.
"YOU!" he called out towards the shelf stacker. "What's the best wine to bring to a dinner invitation?"
The boy eyed him and his expensive silk shirt.
"A date?" he tapped a bottle with a pink label. "This one might do it. Very popular with the ladies."
Severus began to sweat.
"Not for a lady!" he murmured.
"Ah!" the boy said, not even noticing Severus discomfort. "Go for something simple and sturdy then."
He pulled another bottle out of the shelf. "Fits very well to steak, simple red meat."
"Perfect," Severus murmured. He tried to look nonchalant when he saw the price although inside he choked.
The boy smirked at him.
After lurking in front of Remus door step for an hour Severus finally found the courage to push the muggle door bell. He waited exactly three seconds then turned to flee.
This was a tremendously bad idea, he realised, clutching the bottle.
The door opened.
"Severus!" Remus called out. He smiled at him widely, his eyes shining. "You came! I mean ... you're here!" he said, blushing.
Severus all but thrust the bottle into Remus hands.
Remus caught it but didn't even look at it.
"Thanks!" he continued to smile at Severus. "I am just ... so glad you came!"
He took Severus' arm and pulled him into a kiss.
"It's an Olympic discipline." Severus insisted.
"No, not really!" Remus disagreed. "Folding your leg behind your head isn't an Olympic Discipline!"
Severus glared at him.
"Or wearing silly dresses." Remus scoffed. "Chinese National circus maybe. Olympics ... sorry, no!"
Severus smirked, then flicked his wand. The Muggle TV behind him flickered to life. Remus could see the banner of the Winter Olympics 2010. Five minutes later a woman in the most atrocious outfit Remus had ever seen skated gracefully over a white, frozen surface accompanied by a horribly mutilated version of the Swan Lake.
"So what, if figure skating is an Olympics discipline?" he grumbled. "Doesn't mean I have to watch it."
"Remus John Lupin, I have sat with you through every night of the Soccer World cup. Even after England was out. Now you will sit with me and watch John Kerr for ten minutes or I swear you'll sleep on the couch tonight."
Remus sat down.
"I think someone needs a spanking."
Although Remus was running madly, jogging down deserted corridors and hallways, skidding around corners, climbing these unpredictable staircases he felt that his pursuer was still right behind him.
"Come here, you naughty boy!" the vulture on the hat croaked. A thin white hand raised a red, enormous handbag to hit him. He could hear high heels clicking on the stone floors, coming nearer and nearer and ... then he saw a familiar shape, strong male legs in black stockings and Augusta Longbottom's tweed costume.
"NOOOOO!" Remus yelled. He nearly scrambled off the bed, his heart beating a mad staccato.
"Another nightmare?" Severus grumbled.
"Tell you what," said Remus, lying down again. "I shouldn't have had that pasta right before going to bed!"