|webmistresses (webmistresses) wrote in severus_sighs,|
@ 2010-02-14 03:19:00
|Entry tags:||event: anti-valentine's day 2010, ficlet, member: calanor, pairing: ss/hp/lm, rating: pg|
Bloody Valentine's Day by Calanor
Title: Bloody Valentine's Day
Word Count: 1256
Summary: Valentine's Day was turning into a disaster....
A/N: Written for the Severus Sighs Anti-Valentine’s Day Mini Fest. I do not own or make any money from the characters or situations belonging, in all rights, to JK Rowling.
Thanks to Morganlefay1958 for the beta and once over/tweaking while I attempted to type with a injured finger...
Severus Snape sat his desk as Headmaster of Hogwarts, disgruntled and feeling alone. Valentine's Day hadn't started out so terribly as he and his two lovers were having an extended lie-in with no real agenda planned for the weekend, until the Floo had started flaring green.
The day started out way too early when one of his lovers was called away to an emergency in Dover about a witch selling magical aphrodisiacs and love potions at one of the local Muggle fairs. It seemed that her partner in crime was a renegade Cupid.
Severus watched as Harry Potter quickly dressed and rushed out of the bedroom, after quickly kissing Severus and their other lover, Lucius Malfoy. Glaring at the empty place in the bed, he rolled over and spooned the blond as the other man continued to sleep on through the commotion.
Until the floo flared again an hour later, the Undersecretary to the Minster's face appearing in the flames, the man clearly in a panic, yelling for Lucius. The blond stalked to the Floo wrapping his house-robe around him. Moments later, he was changing into his business robes as well.
Evidently the Heir to the Magical Spanish throne, Prince Phillipe had disappeared to England with his older female companion, in an act of rebellion. Prince Phillipe was promised to, and expected to marry, the Princess of Austria, Magdalena when he turned 21 in five years.
His plan, according to his valet, was to run away and marry this older divorced woman who was magically, barely more than a Squib. The older witch had been his tutor for world politics, but that wouldn't continue once the Aurors caught up with them.
Lucius had entered the floo at what almost seemed a dead run, to head off what could become an international incident. Severus sat on the edge of the bed glaring at nothing, "Bloody Valentine's Day!" The whole day was quickly turning into a disaster. His plans for lots of sex and being doted on along with just spending the day with both Harry and Lucius was something he looked forward to all week.
Severus humphed and crossed his arms. "Damn Cupids! Damn witches! Damn pampered Princes!"
Just after breakfast in the Great Hall, his day began when student after student were sent to his office caught out doing things outside the conduct expected of a Hogwarts student. When Filius showed up after Lunch looking like Cupid because of some prank candy, Severus was ready to hex the Weasley Twins.
When Albus chose to visit while Severus was down in the infirmary dealing with a couple of fourth years and misbrewed potion, the old man got into his box of Belgian chocolates that Lucius had gifted to him the previous evening. Three slices of the New York Cheesecake from Harry were missing as well. Harry would be livid with the old man when he learned he had taken some of their goodies without permission.
He finally sent off a note to Minerva who was still the Deputy Head of Hogwarts, and only taught NEWT levels in Transfiguration these days. She could handle the rest of the hooligans, especially considering his hundred-year-old scotch was missing.
He wanted some peace and quiet.
Late afternoon caught him at his desk, his paperwork already done in advance, so he really had nothing to do but sit around bored and lonely. Of course, that didn't last long because just as he though of opening a bottle of wine and reading one of his favorite books, a knock at his door was followed by the entrance of Miss Granger, his Transfiguration professor. She was wearing a scandalously short skirt and a low cut blouse under open teaching robes. A cloud of rose scented perfume followed her around the room as she tried to sashay towards him. His nose wrinkled at the overpowering and offensive odor.
No wonder the Weasley boy left her for someone better. If this was her form of seduction, and he had been into women, he would have run screaming like a Banshee as well.
"Miss Granger? Is there a reason for your intrusion this afternoon?"
"I heard that Harry and Minister Malfoy were called away unexpectedly."
Severus growled. Nosy old biddies and gossip mongers. "Indeed. And why is that your concern?"
She perched on the corner of his desk and leaned obscenely forward, showing much more cleavage that he would ever care to see, as she purred. "Well, I thought you might be feeling a tad bit lonely..."
Severus blinked, before he leaned forward, he voice pitched low and deadly. "Not. That. Lonely."
Hermione only scooted closer, not seeing the danger signs. "The house elves could send up a lovely tea and I have a bottle of wine my parents brought back from France that we could share."
"Miss Granger, if you truly value your position here at Hogwarts, I would If I Were You, cease your inappropriate and unwelcome advanced immediately!"
Hermione leaned back pouting. "Oh, Severus. We could be great together. I can do so much more for you than Harry or Malfoy."
"Children. Heirs. Powerful heirs."
"Not that it's any of your business, Hermione," a cold voice drawled from the doorway, "but children, any children we have, and when we have them will be our business."
Severus looked around the harlot to the doorway where Harry stood with Lucius behind him--both men looking ready to hex the woman into the next century. If it wouldn't have been unbecoming behaviour of the Headmaster, he would have done the jig. Maybe, the whole day wouldn't be a disaster after all.
Hermione Granger stood from her perch on the desk and a maneuver that went wrong she didn't land on her feet as she'd intended, but instead, in Severus' lap. He emitted a very undignified squawk when she landed squarely on his bits, his mates wincing in sympathy.
Severus shoved her roughly off his lap, as he clutched his manly bits with the other hand. If looks could have killed, at that moment Professor Hermione Jane Granger would have been communing with the castle ghosts.
"Out!" He gasped with as much acid voice as he could muster. "Out! And I do not wish to see your face for at last a week! Bloody fool woman!"
Just then, an out of breath Neville Longbottom, the Herbology professor, came rushing into the office. "Headmaster! Someone gathered buds from our roses!"
Severus turned his death glare onto Hermione. "Miss Granger?" he growled.
The young woman scrambled off the floor and swiftly left the office without a word or backward glance. Her head held high.
Harry leaned against Severus' chair and pulled the older wizard to his feet. "Neville, worry about the roses Monday. Tell everyone that Severus is indisposed until then, if you would please?"
"Sure Harry," Neville said, smiling in a knowing manner, as he backed out of the office.
Lucius placed a locking charm on the door and gathered Severus close as Harry and he walked towards the Headmaster's chambers. "Come along love, we'll make it better."
"You don't know the half of it, Albus ate half of my chocolates and Minerva somehow got into my 100-year-old scotch!"
"The cheesecake?" Harry questioned.
"That old coot!"
"Bloody Valentine's Day!" Severus moaned.
"We'll make it better, Love," Lucius purred.
"You had better!"
"Ohh, I promise, my Love." Harry whispered.
Severus sighed as Harry rubbed his back as they disappeared into their chambers, the door closing and locking behind them.
~<3 finis but is it ever?? oh no never.... <3~