|missdreamer (missdreamer) wrote,|
@ 2008-12-08 19:15:00
|Entry tags:||rec, snarry|
Seen in Each Other's Company（PG-13，Romance/Humor）
"You could hardly do it, lacking as you are invitations to said events."
"Give it another year or two," Draco muttered. "Where do you want the crushed lacewings?" he asked in a louder voice.
"Ah, yes. Donations to St. Mungo's will pave any wizard's way to incredibly dull government functions eventually, I expect. At any rate, I imagine for Potter, being forced to escort me to one Ministry function or charity reception after another will constitute a most unwelcome punishment."
"There is that. He'll have an awful time with you, won't he?" Draco became decidedly more cheerful, humming as he fumbled through more of Severus's supplies.
There was a startled yelp. Ah, Draco had located the porcupine parts, then.
"Third cabinet, in the second set of drawers on the right."
"The lacewings. Don't tell me you are so focused on my unenviable social life that you have forgotten your purpose in coming here today."
"Oh! Right." A slide and a slam sounded as Draco dealt with the ingredients. "You will tell me all about the parties, won't you?"
"Every horrible detail."
"Thank you, professor." He sounded genuinely grateful.
The nonverbal spell works perfectly, sending three measured knocks against the door. He waits ten seconds before repeating the spell. When nothing happens after yet another ten seconds, he makes the door knock itself again. If today's a good day, then it shouldn't take another round...
"What is it, Potter? Haven't I told you never to show up unannounced –"
"Why, good morning to you too, Snape."
Spanner in the Works（PG-13，Drama）
"I am on the very verge of marching down there myself to knock some sense into your mulish skull," Minerva was saying, thrusting her face ever deeper into the flames. "This is an unparalleled honor, bestowed not by the Ministry, which I know you abhor, but by your former students! I hadn't believed it possible to be more flabbergasted than the day I received their letter proposing an endowment in your name, and yet, here I am, exhorting you to attend the inauguration banquet they've so generously put on--FOR YOU!"
Severus merely smiled at the proof he was marking. "Threats of bodily injury have no effect, Minerva." He refreshed his quill in the red inkpot. "You may try again, though, if you like."
Yearning by Mandy（NC-17，Angst/Romance）
He saw his mother. He saw his mother on that day, he was around seven years old, when he had come into the kitchen and sunlight was streaming in, she was smiling. He remembered that his father had gone away for a week, to deal with family business. Eileen. Mum. She had been quietly happy; they’d made pancakes together, with lemon and sugar, jam and the special treat of golden syrup. The mixing bowl had hung in the air, the spoon stirring by itself, the skillet on the stove flipping pancakes while held by invisible hands. The magic his father forbade them.
Goodnight, Moon by Lotrwariorgodss （R，Drama/Angst）
Caeruleus by Pagan Strega（PG-13，Romance/Humor）
Snape was about to protest, thinking that the noxious fumes and bloodroot – which would stain Draco’s manicured hands – was too much of a punishment for one of his Slytherins. Then he stopped, realizing that if Draco didn’t make it, Severus himself would be required to brew the nasty stuff. He nodded instead and went to tell Malfoy.