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Title: Getting What She Wants
Challenge: crossgendrabble Week 1, Severus/Pansy: ultimatum
Word Count: 299
Rating: G
Warnings: Pansy being a typical girl. Albeit, a manipulative one. I bet her and Romilda could be best buds.
Pansy coyly wrapped a finger around a strand of hair, her eyes darker than usual, her entire being riveted on the page she was reading. She had been researching for her latest Defense Against the Dark Arts essay, but now her attention was focused solely on one thing. A love potion. With a discreet glance at her fellow Slytherins, she assured herself that no one was paying attention and marked the page.
The book was one she had borrowed from Blaise, a book of darker potions, the likes of which ensnared the senses. As Professor Slughorn was fond of telling anyone with ears, love potions were possibly the most dangerous magic out there. No wonder Professor Snape wanted them to read up and develop ways to avoid potions being slipped into their food or drink. He had even insisted they write an essay about the effects of will-bending potions and ways to fight things such as love potions. Mostly because potions like that could be used to kill just as easily as ensnare. Defense, the professor had said, was not always about foolish ‘wand-waving’, but the mind’s power to overcome the unexpected.
A sly smirk played at her lips as an idea hit her, an idea she had always been waiting to make into a reality. And here was her chance. All she had to do was convince her Head of House to provide her with the ingredients. For an experiment, she could say. The tricky part would be coming up with an ultimatum. She had no blackmail material at her disposal to ensure she won. The most she could do was bluff - which she would do proudly and without fear.
Soon, Draco Malfoy would be hers, forever, and Professor Snape would play his part or face the consequences.
Title: Best of the Best
Challenge: crossgendrabble Week 2, Lucius/Hermione: "everything is for the best is this best of all possible worlds." - Candide by Voltaire
Word Count: 297
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
“And to what, Ms. Granger, do I owe the dubious pleasure of your company,” Lucius Malfoy sneered, drawing out the pause, “within the sanctity of my home?”
Hermione held back a snort. Like she wanted to be here! This was purely business and he knew that. “As you know, Mr.Malfoy, I work for the Regulation and Control. In accordance with the new Preliminary Law, you are required to release four of the five house-elves currently under your employment. Or they must be given proper compensation. All within thirty days. This will be your last reminder.” She leveled a cool glare at him and then stood, setting her tea aside. “Thank you. Good day.”
“Ah, ah, ah, not so fast, Ms. Granger.” He had grabbed her arm before she could leave. Biting her lip, Hermione hoped fear wasn’t as easy to see as it was to hear. Why couldn’t he just let her go? What was it about Pure-Bloods that always made them want to have the last word? “My wife,” he stated facetiously, “is ill. I filed for an extension on the matter.”
“Your extension on the matter,” Hermione mimicked, furious, “has been denied.”
An elegant eyebrow, slim and silver, raised in apparent disbelief. “Denied? I dare say you probably had a hand in that.” His grip on her arm tightened. “Are you so blinded by hate that you would let an innocent woman die?” he mocked. “Ms. Granger, if I might remind you …”
“You may not!” She shook his arm off and stepped back. “If I might remind you,” she mocked in return, “everything is for the best -”
He cut her off, “In this best of all possible worlds.” At her stunned expression, he smirked. “Voltaire, unlike you, was a true wizard among Muggles.”
Title: Worse Than Nothing
Challenge: snape100 #352 The Great Hall, Welcoming Feast
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
He sees a flash of red hair and angles his head in the direction of the Gryffindor table. He lowers his eyes quickly when he notices the new Head Girl and Boy are talking, directs his scowl to the table as if it offends him more than the sight he has seen.
Just because James Potter uses the right kind of magic, he gets the girl.
Severus Snape picks up his fork and stabs it into whatever he has on his plate, his mind elsewhere. Life isn’t fair. First, he was the friend. And now he is worse than nothing.
Challenge: crossgendrabble Week 1, Severus/Pansy: ultimatum
Word Count: 299
Rating: G
Warnings: Pansy being a typical girl. Albeit, a manipulative one. I bet her and Romilda could be best buds.
Pansy coyly wrapped a finger around a strand of hair, her eyes darker than usual, her entire being riveted on the page she was reading. She had been researching for her latest Defense Against the Dark Arts essay, but now her attention was focused solely on one thing. A love potion. With a discreet glance at her fellow Slytherins, she assured herself that no one was paying attention and marked the page.
The book was one she had borrowed from Blaise, a book of darker potions, the likes of which ensnared the senses. As Professor Slughorn was fond of telling anyone with ears, love potions were possibly the most dangerous magic out there. No wonder Professor Snape wanted them to read up and develop ways to avoid potions being slipped into their food or drink. He had even insisted they write an essay about the effects of will-bending potions and ways to fight things such as love potions. Mostly because potions like that could be used to kill just as easily as ensnare. Defense, the professor had said, was not always about foolish ‘wand-waving’, but the mind’s power to overcome the unexpected.
A sly smirk played at her lips as an idea hit her, an idea she had always been waiting to make into a reality. And here was her chance. All she had to do was convince her Head of House to provide her with the ingredients. For an experiment, she could say. The tricky part would be coming up with an ultimatum. She had no blackmail material at her disposal to ensure she won. The most she could do was bluff - which she would do proudly and without fear.
Soon, Draco Malfoy would be hers, forever, and Professor Snape would play his part or face the consequences.
Title: Best of the Best
Challenge: crossgendrabble Week 2, Lucius/Hermione: "everything is for the best is this best of all possible worlds." - Candide by Voltaire
Word Count: 297
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
“And to what, Ms. Granger, do I owe the dubious pleasure of your company,” Lucius Malfoy sneered, drawing out the pause, “within the sanctity of my home?”
Hermione held back a snort. Like she wanted to be here! This was purely business and he knew that. “As you know, Mr.Malfoy, I work for the Regulation and Control. In accordance with the new Preliminary Law, you are required to release four of the five house-elves currently under your employment. Or they must be given proper compensation. All within thirty days. This will be your last reminder.” She leveled a cool glare at him and then stood, setting her tea aside. “Thank you. Good day.”
“Ah, ah, ah, not so fast, Ms. Granger.” He had grabbed her arm before she could leave. Biting her lip, Hermione hoped fear wasn’t as easy to see as it was to hear. Why couldn’t he just let her go? What was it about Pure-Bloods that always made them want to have the last word? “My wife,” he stated facetiously, “is ill. I filed for an extension on the matter.”
“Your extension on the matter,” Hermione mimicked, furious, “has been denied.”
An elegant eyebrow, slim and silver, raised in apparent disbelief. “Denied? I dare say you probably had a hand in that.” His grip on her arm tightened. “Are you so blinded by hate that you would let an innocent woman die?” he mocked. “Ms. Granger, if I might remind you …”
“You may not!” She shook his arm off and stepped back. “If I might remind you,” she mocked in return, “everything is for the best -”
He cut her off, “In this best of all possible worlds.” At her stunned expression, he smirked. “Voltaire, unlike you, was a true wizard among Muggles.”
Title: Worse Than Nothing
Challenge: snape100 #352 The Great Hall, Welcoming Feast
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
He sees a flash of red hair and angles his head in the direction of the Gryffindor table. He lowers his eyes quickly when he notices the new Head Girl and Boy are talking, directs his scowl to the table as if it offends him more than the sight he has seen.
Just because James Potter uses the right kind of magic, he gets the girl.
Severus Snape picks up his fork and stabs it into whatever he has on his plate, his mind elsewhere. Life isn’t fair. First, he was the friend. And now he is worse than nothing.