Book Jacket
Book Jacket
Snape watched the children drain from the room with satisfaction. He’d given them more than twenty inches of essay to write on the dreadfully boring topic of flesh eating fungi venom decanting which would destroy hopefully most of their rowdy little weekends and leave his in peace.
He swept through the room to check all ingredients in the supply cupboard were safely tucked away and properly stored before locking up for the night and turning back to his gloriously silent class and adjoining chambers. With a lazy wave of his wand, the small stools began putting themselves up onto the workbenches in orderly lines.
As he supervised, a green book clearly left forgotten caught Snape’s eye in the back corner. Heading for it, a certain kind of twisted anticipation rose up in his chest. Potter’s group always sat at that bench, either the boy wonder himself or his ginger slob of a sidekick had left a personal belonging in his classroom- Granger would never be so careless as to leave one of her never far volumes behind- and would pay dearly for it.
Reaching for the book, Snape was surprised to recognize it as a collection of love poetry, but when he lifted it, the book slid smoothly out of it’s worn green dust jacket and slipped once more to the floor, shining, red, and definitely not poetry.
He crouched to pull up the newly exposed book that clearly read: Godiva’s Goodtimes- Potions Playboys Edition: Erotic Tales For The Busty Brewer. The depiction was of a startlingly familiar potion’s master, dressed only in leather trousers and formal set of collar and cuffs, glowering mightly at Snape over his bubbling cauldron. Snape slid a long finger under the cover, either Potter was more seriously brain addled than he’d ever imagined or Miss. Granger had an interesting secret. He didn’t dare contemplate Weasley’s potential ownership the book for fear of revisiting his lunch backwards.
“ Prof-“ Snape started, straightening before he remembered where he was and cracking the back of his head quite soundly on the bench above him, “-essor Snape?” it was Granger, he vaguely registered as he dismissed the stars that swarmed his vision and cradled the back of his head. He slid out from under the bench smoothly, rising slowly to only be confronted with a concerned, cow eyed Gryffindor.
“ Are you alright Prof-“ her eyes landed on the book he still clutched in his other hand, a scarlet blush creeping up her neck and infusing her cheeks. She faltered as he laid it carefully on the worktop between them.
“ Would you care to explain what a personal-” he paused for effect, “ belonging is doing in my classroom or shall I just take all off Gryffindor’s points now for this blatant infraction of the rules,” he pulled his hand away from his throbbing head, feeling a touch better as her flush drained completely, leaving her complexion pale and terrified. The rules were old, but he knew them well and anything of pornographic or erotic nature was to be immediately confiscated from any students in possession of such inappropriate items.
“ I-” her mouth worked for a moment uselessly, “ No sir, I’m sorry-”
“ Apologies don’t change the rules Miss. Granger. Fifty Points, I think, and detention...tomorrow night nine o’clock.” He smirked in satisfaction at her obvious stricken expression, “ The book will be confiscated.” He picked it up once more, amused that her eyes followed it desperately into the inner folds of his robes.
He glowered at her then, “ Was there something else you required?” he sneered her back into awareness, strangely amused to find her flush again and shake her great bushy head before scampering out of the class, slamming the dungeon door behind her.
Snape paused for a moment before pulling the red volume out once more, detention would prove to be interesting indeed now that he held all the cards, he eyed the scantily clad potions master again, very interesting. He headed for his chambers in a billow of inky black robes, until then he had some reading to do.
Snape watched the children drain from the room with satisfaction. He’d given them more than twenty inches of essay to write on the dreadfully boring topic of flesh eating fungi venom decanting which would destroy hopefully most of their rowdy little weekends and leave his in peace.
He swept through the room to check all ingredients in the supply cupboard were safely tucked away and properly stored before locking up for the night and turning back to his gloriously silent class and adjoining chambers. With a lazy wave of his wand, the small stools began putting themselves up onto the workbenches in orderly lines.
As he supervised, a green book clearly left forgotten caught Snape’s eye in the back corner. Heading for it, a certain kind of twisted anticipation rose up in his chest. Potter’s group always sat at that bench, either the boy wonder himself or his ginger slob of a sidekick had left a personal belonging in his classroom- Granger would never be so careless as to leave one of her never far volumes behind- and would pay dearly for it.
Reaching for the book, Snape was surprised to recognize it as a collection of love poetry, but when he lifted it, the book slid smoothly out of it’s worn green dust jacket and slipped once more to the floor, shining, red, and definitely not poetry.
He crouched to pull up the newly exposed book that clearly read: Godiva’s Goodtimes- Potions Playboys Edition: Erotic Tales For The Busty Brewer. The depiction was of a startlingly familiar potion’s master, dressed only in leather trousers and formal set of collar and cuffs, glowering mightly at Snape over his bubbling cauldron. Snape slid a long finger under the cover, either Potter was more seriously brain addled than he’d ever imagined or Miss. Granger had an interesting secret. He didn’t dare contemplate Weasley’s potential ownership the book for fear of revisiting his lunch backwards.
“ Prof-“ Snape started, straightening before he remembered where he was and cracking the back of his head quite soundly on the bench above him, “-essor Snape?” it was Granger, he vaguely registered as he dismissed the stars that swarmed his vision and cradled the back of his head. He slid out from under the bench smoothly, rising slowly to only be confronted with a concerned, cow eyed Gryffindor.
“ Are you alright Prof-“ her eyes landed on the book he still clutched in his other hand, a scarlet blush creeping up her neck and infusing her cheeks. She faltered as he laid it carefully on the worktop between them.
“ Would you care to explain what a personal-” he paused for effect, “ belonging is doing in my classroom or shall I just take all off Gryffindor’s points now for this blatant infraction of the rules,” he pulled his hand away from his throbbing head, feeling a touch better as her flush drained completely, leaving her complexion pale and terrified. The rules were old, but he knew them well and anything of pornographic or erotic nature was to be immediately confiscated from any students in possession of such inappropriate items.
“ I-” her mouth worked for a moment uselessly, “ No sir, I’m sorry-”
“ Apologies don’t change the rules Miss. Granger. Fifty Points, I think, and detention...tomorrow night nine o’clock.” He smirked in satisfaction at her obvious stricken expression, “ The book will be confiscated.” He picked it up once more, amused that her eyes followed it desperately into the inner folds of his robes.
He glowered at her then, “ Was there something else you required?” he sneered her back into awareness, strangely amused to find her flush again and shake her great bushy head before scampering out of the class, slamming the dungeon door behind her.
Snape paused for a moment before pulling the red volume out once more, detention would prove to be interesting indeed now that he held all the cards, he eyed the scantily clad potions master again, very interesting. He headed for his chambers in a billow of inky black robes, until then he had some reading to do.