Diaz Alexander (soberloki) wrote in loki_wrote, @ 2007-10-24 10:23:00 |
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The Outing
Written for palmer_kun over at LJ, as part of a drabbling challenge meme.
400 words of purest AU, involves Severus Snape, a Malfoy, and a Potter.
Professor Snape's voice resonated clearly through the partially open door. "I'm sure you're very proud of your son's creative side, Missus Potter, but I do not appreciate having my stores raided for unauthorized student experimentation!"
A faintly amused-sounding murmur replied, and Albus Severus Potter shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Ginny Potter nearly hated Professor Snape, despite everything he'd done during the war. She'd objected to naming her second son after the man, but Al liked the old grouch, and hoped his Mum wouldn't wind Snape up too much.
Next to Al, Scorpius Malfoy sighed and leaned against a bookshelf. "Think it'll be worse than fourth year?" he whispered.
"Dunno. He hasn't told it all yet, has he?" Fourth year had been a bit excessive, and Al's Dad had scolded him thoroughly. Of course, he'd laughed so hard he'd fallen out of his chair, but he did say they shouldn't do anything like that again.
Professor Snape made a rude noise in the other room. "I doubt this particular concoction could be classed as a breakthrough in its category, Missus Potter," he sneered. "After all, there are a wide range of sexual lubricants already on the market." After a brief pause he added, "No, I'd wager they were not simply developing a new variant for 'Uncle George'."
Scorpius sucked air through his teeth. "He'll do it. I'm not going to be able to go with you to Egypt. My Dad will hex my head off."
Al sighed and patted Scorpius' shoulder. "It won't be that bad, mate. Really, what can they do? We're nearly seventeen."
Another voice carried from the active Floo connection. "Scorpius, darling, tell Mummy - did the peach flavouring work out all right?" Nobody would ever accuse Persimmon "Pippy" Malfoy, nee Jolda, of being the brightest taper in the candelabra, but she was vigorously proud of her family. "Only Daddy can't stand the strawberry stuff in Sectu, sweetheart."
Ginny Potter was quite quick on the uptake, though, and her angry demand to speak to her son was cut off abruptly by Snape, who then sailed back into the office and smirked at his students.
"Fifty house points each from Ravenclaw, Mister Potter, and Hufflepuff, Mister Malfoy, for being careless enough to be caught testing your brew in my classroom. It would have been one hundred apiece, but Christmas is upon us. Enjoy your holidays, boys."