melusin (melusin) wrote in melusin_la_fey, @ 2008-06-24 21:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | mba, ss/hg |
A Mutually Beneficial Arrangement.
Sylvanawood and I have been lamenting the plethora of angst ridden, doom and gloom fics around at the moment. So, we challenged each other to write a feel-good fic. This is the first chapter of my effort, which is, basically, a pointless piece of smut. There will be another chapter when I can find the time to write it. So, Sylvana, this is for you. Hope you like it.
This fic is NC-17 in case you hadn't guessed.
Thanks as always to septentrion for the beta.
The icon is by valady, from art work by Elly, and was so insanely appropriate, I had to snag it.
Chapter 1: In the Mood
Of all the... Severus could not believe that she, of all people, would have had the bare-faced cheek to proposition him like that.
Clenching his fists in anger, he barely registered the sixth-year couple hurriedly breaking apart as he stormed by, so intent was he on reaching the safety of his dungeon chambers before he vented his spleen. Damned insolence.
It took a large tumbler of firewhisky to calm him down. Only then was he able to even begin rationalising what had just transpired. Hermione Granger, Hermione Granger, had lured him to her chambers on the pretext of showing him a rare text she had acquired for her collection, only to ply him with wine and suggest that they... that they become...
Fuck Buddies.
Severus shuddered. What in God's name did she think he was? Some kind of stud for hire?
He was still bristling with indignation after the second tumbler.
It took a third for him to question why he had been so stupid as to turn down the offer of free, no-strings sex. She wasn't bad looking; he had to give her that, and such an arrangement would dispense with the formalities of asking her out to dinner, paying for overpriced food and making meaningless small talk while trying to guess whether or not he'd get his leg over before the night was out. This way, it was a dead cert—cutting the crap and getting straight to the sex. What was wrong with that? Wasn't it supposed to be every man's idea of a dream date?
If that was the case, then why was he so upset?
He sighed. Why couldn't he just come out and admit that he'd developed... feelings for Miss Granger since her return to Hogwarts? The smart-arsed know-it-all of old had disappeared, to be replaced by a confident and rather pleasant young woman: intelligent, amenable as a colleague, assertive in an argument, and someone whose company he could tolerate for more than five minutes at a time. The idea that he might, actually, quite liked to have asked her out to dinner seemed to have materialised sometime between the second and third glass of whisky. And now, after her little request, he knew that she was interested in him—or at least, she didn't find him totally repulsive—which meant that if he had asked her out, the chances of being rejected and made to look a complete fool would have been minimal.
Bugger.
Sooo... What to do about it? Severus tapped his lips thoughtfully. Despite his rather... abrupt exit, Miss Granger had given him the weekend to think it over... He'd be mad not to reconsider. But... he still didn't like the thought of being used like some... living sex-toy. And, having made such a bold move in approaching him, Miss Granger would have the upper hand in the relationship—if that's what you could call it—which simply would not do. Severus grinned, a plan forming in spite of his inebriated state. This was guaranteed to determine just how interested in him she was...
So be it.
If it was his cock she wanted, his cock she was bloody well going to get.