wolfiefics (wolfiefics) wrote in lupin_snape, @ 2011-11-02 18:48:00 |
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Belated Birthday Drabbles for Lore
I totally spaced, Lore, FORGIVE ME! (grovels)
I found a website that did random daily selections of one shot phrases or words for quick drabbles. Think I did pretty good!
Drabble 1: Don't Blink
"Stop it!"
"I can't! I have to do it." Remus Lupin's eyes were beginning to water with the strain.
"If you blink I will smack you," snapped Severus Snape, holding up a candle in the dim, predawn light. He peered into the amber depths and frowned. "How in the name of Merlin's snowy white beard did you do that?"
"I don't know," Remus all but whined, "but get it out! It hurts!"
Carefully, Severus raised his wand, murmured a soft incantation that blasted a quick burst of air into Remus' left eye. The werewolf blinked reflexively and Severus scowled. "I can't get this wolf hair out of your eye if you do that."
Remus shot him a look foul enough to peel the hide off a Norwegian Ridgeback. Severus performed the spell again and caught the fine strand of wolf hair as it fluttered from Remus' eye into a vial. He looked smug at Remus' relieved expression and his prize in the jar. Werewolf fur was a valuable ingredient in potions.
"I told you not to blink," he noted. Remus tackled him.
Drabble 2: This Photo
"Who is this?" Remus Lupin held up a framed photograph for his lover to identify.
Severus Snape looked up briefly to look at it and then returned to sorting through the mountain of books by the study door. "My mother, father and I when I was three."
Remus gazed at the poor, yet smiling family. Their clothes were thin and worn, a look Remus knew all too well, having spent his own adult life in the same state of shabby poverty. The scene was the back garden of the little house Severus called "Spinner's End". The two adults were holding hands and smiling down at their son, who was gazing solemnly at the photographer. Apparently, even as a small boy, Severus was of a serious bent.
"They look happy," Remus commented as he continued to stare down at the photo of a once small but happy family.
"They were, then." Severus never looked up.
Remus frowned. "What do you mean, "then"?"
"That was before my father became an abusive drunk and my mother a shrieking shrew. Pack, please, I want away from here as soon as possible." Severus continued sorting, never looking up even when Remus walked over and crouched next to him.
Gently, Remus stopped the almost robotic motions of Severus, covering his lover's hands with his own. "You've never had a true home, have you, Severus?" Not surprisingly, he received no reply. "You'll have one with me. I solemnly swear it," he added teasingly.
Severus glanced up and Remus was surprised to see a slight sheen of tears. "Do you mean that?" Severus asked huskily.
"Yes, my love," Remus told him, leaning in to peck him on the cheek. "We'll make a new photo and this photo will have you smiling."
Severus smiled.
Drabble 3: Malevolent Creeping Vines
“Seriously.” Severus Snape did not sound impressed.
“Apparently.” Remus Lupin was amused, despite sounding slightly strangled.
“This cannot be happening. We are adult, fully qualified wizards.” Severus was starting to sound disgruntled. He was also starting to slur.
“Don’t forget medaled war heroes!” chipped in Remus with a weak cough.
“And we’re being strangled to death by Devil’s Snare.” Remus wanted to chuckle at Severus’ resigned tone, but he couldn’t summon enough oxygen to do so.
“Hermione will be here in a moment,” he reassured Severus. The other wizard was hanging next to him, upside down, his face turning an alarming shade of red from the blood rushing downward.
“Before or after we es-est-EXpire by suffocation?” Severus inquired politely, tripping over his tongue as he got dizzier by the second.
“Solus!” A shaft of bright spell-made sunlight arced through the plant’s tenacious hold, dropping Remus and Severus unceremoniously on the floor.
Hermione Granger looked disgruntled. “What were the two of you thinking?” she demanded.
Remus looked shamefaced while, to Hermione’s astonished, Severus’ red face fading from the blood pool turned red again from a blush. “We were looking for a place to shag,” they both mumbled.
Hermione burst out laughing.
Drabble 4: Squeaky Kitten
“Please?” The tone was wheedling.
“No.”
“But look at him, lover! How can you resist the cute?”
“No.”
“Moony would love him!”
“Definitely not.”
“Stick in the mud.”
“Names will get you nowhere.”
There was a distinct squelching sound of a deep, wet kiss accompanied by a tiny, confused squeak from a kitten.
Remus Lupin sighed. “All right but if there’s hair on my cardigan, it’s out.”
Severus Snape smirked triumphantly. “If that’s all it takes to get rid of the cardigan, who am I to argue?” He strode away, tiny grey kitten curled on his shoulder, staring back at Remus with huge yellow eyes of cuteness.
“That’s not what I meant!” Remus shouted at Severus’ retreating form. He smiled when the kitten gave another little mew that sounded like a squeak.
Drabble 5: Sour Lemons
“I’ve heard of sour grapes,” said Severus Snape as he grimaced in distaste.
His life’s partner, Remus Lupin, could only gasp desperately for air.
“I’ve heard of sour pickles.” Severus began pouring the content of the pitcher down the drain.
Remus was doubled over now, heaving in air as fast as possible and wiping involuntary tears from his eyes.
“But I’ve never had lemonade quite this sour.” He pondered the bottom of the pitcher thoughtfully then looked up at Remus, who was finally returning to normal. “Did you forget to put sugar in this again?”
Drabble 6: Aluminum Foil and Duct Tape
Harry Potter, erstwhile savior of the Wizarding world twice, held up a roll of silver-like material. “This,” he informed the two wizards staring balefully at him, “is rumored to hold the universe together.”
“I will hex you so hard your descendants will get boils,” threatened Severus Snape balefully.
Remus Lupin was tied, or rather taped, to him, their legs bound together first and the tape was wound all the way up their bodies. The werewolf seemed more bemused than annoyed at the moment.
“And the purpose of this is?” prompted Remus curiously.
The Boy Who Lived Twice stepped forward, waving his holly wand menacingly. “You either kiss and make up or I take this,” he held up a roll of different silvery material that crinkled like thin metal, “and I make hats with little pin wheels on them, take pictures and have them sent to The Quibbler with a recommendation that the two of you are sporting the latest in survival against the dreaded fanged Cromwellian creaking fiends.”
“The what?” Remus and Severus asked together with much confusion.
“It’s the Lovegoods. They’ll believe anything exists, even if I just made it up,” boasted Harry. The other two wizards acknowledged the truth of that statement. “You have five minutes.” The younger man stalked from the room.
Severus looked at Remus. Remus looked at Severus. “You know,” Remus stated conversationally. “He has the point, the little snot.”
“What’s that?” Severus returned in the same tone of voice.
“Duct tape. I’m fairly certain we’re stuck here until we kiss and make up.” At Severus’ sneer, Remus chuckled. “It is rumored to hold the universe together. That’s some strong tape.”
Severus slanted his mouth over Remus’ quickly and broke off as the kiss got heated enough that the two men were getting uncomfortable. “Potter!” Severus yelled. “Get in here or my hexes will be felt by your descendents and your ancestors!”