E. M. Pink (empink) wrote in the_pimp_cane, @ 2008-01-15 13:59:00 |
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Fic: Turning the Corner
*waves nervously* Pimping away, right? Okay, here goes:
Title: Turning the Corner
Author: empink
Pairing: Pairing is slightly spoilery due to how the story is written, so: Aberforth/Severus
Rating: R
Warnings: Dubious consent; brief, but graphic sexual descriptions; swearing and general adult themes.
Summary: The year is 1979. Severus Snape is 19, and has been commanded to be desperate. He obeys…with disconcerting results…
Length: ~5300 words.
There was nothing Severus enjoyed more nowadays than walking into the Hog’s Head and having people make way. It was a cold night, and the wind had bit him hard through his shabby blue cloak as he walked up Hogsmeade’s high street, so Severus took what enjoyment he could get from the parting of the evening crowd before him. He didn’t think he would enjoy much else tonight.
“Ah, young Snape,” Aberforth Dumbledore said, his smile the wrong sort of friendly. “Stiff night out there, isn’t it?”
On any other night, Severus would have sneered at him, or kept his order short, and moved on and away from the man’s creeping interest. Tonight, though… “Is indeed.” He felt colder than ever as he slid up to the bar and put an arm on it, trying to make it look accidental. “Gillywater, please.”
“Oh, indeed,” Aberforth said, drifting closer. “Meeting someone?”
Severus, against all instinct, looked him straight in the eye. “Might be.” He looked down again, quickly, at his hands. I’m playing it too strong. Got to be. Aberforth had moved away by now, and his rough voice could be heard dealing with another customer. Whoever it was, they kept their elbows and their robes to themselves.
On any other night, that would have made Severus smile.
Strong is good, he tried to tell himself, as he felt Aberforth’s eyes rove over him. Too strong is better.
“Now, then,” Aberforth said, his voice closer than Severus would have liked. “Gillywater?”
Severus didn’t dare look up; as if the old bastard ever forgot an order. More likely he just wanted to see Severus squirm. “Yeah. And a word.”
Aberforth snorted. “I’m busy.” A glass thumped down before Severus, and he forced himself to look up a little; this would have to be well done.
“Busy,” he said, derisively. “Here I am, draped all over your counter, asking to talk to you.” Severus tapped his gillywater with a finger, but didn’t take an eye off Aberforth as it rose at his command. “You’re not busy enough to ignore that, are you?”
It had been a mistake to look up again, however much it emphasised his words. For now, Severus could see their effect, could watch something flash in Aberforth’s cold blue eyes, and watch him smile.
“No, Snape,” he said, still smiling. “Just busy enough that I can’t be out from behind here, not for long.” He sighed briefly in thought, looking to his left and right, measuring the continued flow of customers in and out of the pub. Making Severus squirm. Again. “Come— come along behind here and sit down. There’s some booths near the kitchen, for private conversations.” His smile reappeared, taking on a slightly savage edge. “That suit?”
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