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Fic Rec: From the Mixed-Up Files of Lord Voldemort [NC17] by Balfrog
Title: From the Mixed-Up Files of Lord Voldemort
Author: Pompilia Prunesqualor (backup) a.k.a. Pompilia_P the nom de plume of Balfrog.
Pairing: Snape/Lupin
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A reluctant Snape tries out experimental potions on Lupin. Sirius Black watches.
Warnings: slash, fingering, public sex(?), spanking, oral sex, voyeurism, MPREG
Length: ca. 5000 words
Why people should read this: Draco Malfoy makes a cameo, one with petulant overtones, Severus conducts a "potions experiment" under the watchful eyes of the rest of the Hogwarts' faculty, and Sirius Black's portrait makes you want to cast a Silencio on it. This fic makes one wonder just what those Hogwarts professors got up to when Severus and Remus weren't there!
There's a lovely feeling of Remus being the soul of inadvertent romance and Severus the harbinger of not just a potion-fueled cure for lycanthropy. I grinned through almost all of this lovely fic. It's always fun to find a gem from another year, this time 2005, and another fest, the LJ comm known as reversathon.
One of my favorite quote portions: “So, are you sure about this?” Lupin’s voice was muffled. He didn’t sound too nervous, but well, that was Lupin. No sense of shame. Snape didn’t know where to look, but that would be a problem since he was inserting the potion.
“That we’re taking an experiment and using human test subjects, at You-Know-Who’s word –” McGonagall sniffed in disapproval. Snape didn’t see what she was so upset about. She wasn’t the one with her hands on Lupin’s bare bottom in the middle of the Hogwarts Potions classroom.
“I volunteered, Minerva,” Lupin was saying. Snape wished the wolf would just shut up. He was nervous enough without having to attach a voice and a person to this arse. This was research. This was science. He wasn’t mesmerized by the sight of a half naked Lupin, laid on his stomach with a cushion under his groin. Snape was only waiting for the Potion to heat up to exactly 98.6 degrees Fahrenheit.
“This is quite quite fascinating,” Flitwick squeaked from his tiny levitating armchair. “And you say the notes on the Potion suggest a ‘renascence of human life’ from within the lycanthrope? "
“And it’s not lethal?” Minerva was staring down at him with a stern look. It wasn’t as if Snape wanted to do this. Nor was he planning on offing the werewolf in plain sight of public by sticking a vial in his arse. Did he ask for this? Oh, no!
“The notes were quite ambiguous, but Potions notes are always more suggestive than accurate,” Snape muttered.
“Like poetry, wouldn’t you say, Severus?” Dumbledore added mildly. He was enjoying himself, Snape was sure of it.