Fic: The Taste of Retribution
Title: The Taste of Retribution
Author: miss_morland
Characters and pairings: Cormac McLaggen, Severus Snape.
Rating and warnings, if any: PG/PG-13 for unpleasantness.
Prompt: From cherryfeather: (movie-based) McLaggen's detention after puking on Snape's shoes.
Summary: Cormac receives a punishment according to the nature of his crime.
"Well, well." The smile on Snape's lips looked rather sour. "Feeling better today, are we, McLaggen?"
Cormac shifted uneasily. "Yes, sir. Thank you."
"Unfortunately -- " Snape's smile twisted into a grimace. "-- I can't say the same for my footwear." He pointed downwards.
The light in the office was dim; yet the stains were still visible, orange and pale green. Cormac stared at the boots, then slowly raised his gaze to Snape's face.
"That is correct," Snape said silkily. "You will have the pleasure of cleaning up your own filth."
Cormac reached for his wand, but Snape seized his hand. "Without magic, McLaggen."
He looked about the room: there were no cleaning implements in sight. "How --"
"Isn't it obvious?" Snape said, a hint of ominous satisfaction in his voice. "You will have to make do with the means available -- in other words, those Nature gave you." He gave Cormac's shoulder a shove. "On your knees, boy."
As Cormac lay on all fours, squeezing his eyes shut so as not having to see what he was doing, he heard Snape's voice again, full of contemptuous mirth: "Imagine that my boots belong to Miss Granger, McLaggen, and you should be all right. If not..." He paused, wriggling his foot a little; the vile taste almost made Cormac gag. "I am sure Mr Filch would appreciate having his boots cleaned, as well."
Author: miss_morland
Characters and pairings: Cormac McLaggen, Severus Snape.
Rating and warnings, if any: PG/PG-13 for unpleasantness.
Prompt: From cherryfeather: (movie-based) McLaggen's detention after puking on Snape's shoes.
Summary: Cormac receives a punishment according to the nature of his crime.
"Well, well." The smile on Snape's lips looked rather sour. "Feeling better today, are we, McLaggen?"
Cormac shifted uneasily. "Yes, sir. Thank you."
"Unfortunately -- " Snape's smile twisted into a grimace. "-- I can't say the same for my footwear." He pointed downwards.
The light in the office was dim; yet the stains were still visible, orange and pale green. Cormac stared at the boots, then slowly raised his gaze to Snape's face.
"That is correct," Snape said silkily. "You will have the pleasure of cleaning up your own filth."
Cormac reached for his wand, but Snape seized his hand. "Without magic, McLaggen."
He looked about the room: there were no cleaning implements in sight. "How --"
"Isn't it obvious?" Snape said, a hint of ominous satisfaction in his voice. "You will have to make do with the means available -- in other words, those Nature gave you." He gave Cormac's shoulder a shove. "On your knees, boy."
As Cormac lay on all fours, squeezing his eyes shut so as not having to see what he was doing, he heard Snape's voice again, full of contemptuous mirth: "Imagine that my boots belong to Miss Granger, McLaggen, and you should be all right. If not..." He paused, wriggling his foot a little; the vile taste almost made Cormac gag. "I am sure Mr Filch would appreciate having his boots cleaned, as well."