Post by Scoleciphobic on Dec 28, 2004 22:54:07 GMT -5
A/N: Hah! I’m writing ANOTHER one! But only for this site, seeing as NO ONE’S REVIEWING FOR MY ESCAPE FIC! I’M SO INSULTED! Not that I care what you imbeciles think—<br>
Harry: Draco’s rubbing off on her…<br>Draco: *flushes slightly*
Harry: *frowns…blinks* Oh! Ugh! Not like that!
Draco: *smirks* Jealous?
Harry: You wish!
Draco: Not really
—an so without further ado, I present to you a fic…which is dedicated to darkladyvamp since she so kindly requested it, and since her fics are so good, I decided to do it for her. *nods*
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“Venus we can’t do this anymore,” a voice said softly near your ear.
“Mm…” you replied, burying your head into the speaker’s chest. “You smell nice…”
He chuckled softly. “You’re friends wouldn’t agree.”<br>
You sighed and pulled away to look up and meet eyes that appeared black. “Well…they’re idiots then.”<br>
He just shook his head at you and sighed. “We can’t do this anymore.”<br>
“Do what?” you asked, confused.
“This.” He gestured around you.
You propped yourself up on your elbow and glanced around the small space he was showing you. The bed was slightly familiar, except the entire décor was in green and silver, instead of red and gold. The sheets and blankets were messed up from the two people in the bed sleeping, but other than that nothing was out of place. Glancing at the black-haired Slytherin next to you, you took in the black muscle shirt and knew for a fact his boxers were silver. You raised an eyebrow, because you were wearing a silver t-shirt of his with a pair of his black boxers—only these had hearts on them, and you only wore them because you gave them to him for Christmas a year back.
“I don’t see a problem with it,” you said, glancing at a certain lump in the blankets. “You seem to like it a lot.”<br>
He flushed a little and shifted more. “Not funny, Venus,” he said sadly. “You know I like it a lot.”<br>
“So why did you say we can’t do this anymore?”<br>
“Because…we just can’t,” he said, hesitating—very unlike Severus.
Immediately you sit up and look at him warily. “Does this have to do with Malfoy?”<br>
His eyes hardened a great deal at the name and he looked away. “No.”<br>
“Don’t lie to me,” you murmured, moving up to nuzzle your face into his neck.
“Venus…” he groaned.
You started to suck on his neck, sticking your tongue out to lick randomly. Reaching down, you lightly began tracing circular patterns on his chest with your fingers.
“Venus, stop…” he said softly, failing miserably to sound angry.
Your hand slipped lower. “Why? You can’t tell me you aren’t enjoying this,” you answered kissing along his jaw.
Suddenly he shoved you away, and you stared at him in surprise. He never pushed you away! He was beginning to act like Remus—hot and cold, off and on. It was like having a love-hate relationship again, only instead of with Sirius.
He glared at you, rage burning in his black eyes. “I am nothing like the werewolf.”<br>
Your eyes widened, before narrowing in anger. “You said you’d never read my mind!”<br>
“You’re practically broadcasting it,” he snarled.
Shaking your head, you dove under the covers. If Severus was going to be a bastard, then you wouldn’t be there for him to be a bastard to. You hated it when he was like that, and he usually wasn’t when it was just the two of you, but apparently that was changing. It’s all Malfoy’s fault.
When you came out of the covers, you had changed into a black camisole and a pair of black boy’s shorts with a dark green stripe down the side. Crossing your arms, you glared at him.
“You’re right, Snivellus,” He flinched. “You aren’t like Remus. He’s sweet, you’re a bastard,” you hissed at him.
“Venus…”
“Shove it, Snape,” you muttered, crawling out of the warm bed and into the boy’s cold dorm. “I hope you have fun getting that bloody tattoo on your arm. When the Dark Lord betrays you, don’t even think about coming to me. I’ll just report you to the f**king Ministry and hope you rot in Azkaban!”<br>
Not even bothering to see his response, knowing it would probably involve tears in his eyes, you turned around and silently marched out of the dorm, through the Common Room, down the dungeons, and into the corridors of the more welcoming side of Hogwarts. It wasn’t until you were halfway back to your Common Room, that you realized you would have a hard time explaining why you were out in such interesting clothes at two o’clock in the morning—and not asleep in your own bed.
Slowing your fast walk to an amble, you sighed and shoved your hands deep into the pockets of the shorts. It was uncanny how cold Hogwarts was at night, when during the day it was blisteringly hot. Why wouldn’t it be cold? It’s the full moon, you thought bemusedly. Your heart clenched in dread.
Remus would be heading back to his the Common Room around now, and if he caught you, Severus’ scent would be all over you. It wasn’t that you were having an “affair” with him, but none of the Marauders knew about your friendship with the Slytherin they hated so much. Breaking into a run, you sprinted up the last of the steps, skidding to a halt in front of the sleeping Fat Lady.
“Ahem,” you cleared your throat softly, shifting from one foot to another—something you did when impatient or in a hurry.
Harry: Draco’s rubbing off on her…<br>Draco: *flushes slightly*
Harry: *frowns…blinks* Oh! Ugh! Not like that!
Draco: *smirks* Jealous?
Harry: You wish!
Draco: Not really
—an so without further ado, I present to you a fic…which is dedicated to darkladyvamp since she so kindly requested it, and since her fics are so good, I decided to do it for her. *nods*
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“Venus we can’t do this anymore,” a voice said softly near your ear.
“Mm…” you replied, burying your head into the speaker’s chest. “You smell nice…”
He chuckled softly. “You’re friends wouldn’t agree.”<br>
You sighed and pulled away to look up and meet eyes that appeared black. “Well…they’re idiots then.”<br>
He just shook his head at you and sighed. “We can’t do this anymore.”<br>
“Do what?” you asked, confused.
“This.” He gestured around you.
You propped yourself up on your elbow and glanced around the small space he was showing you. The bed was slightly familiar, except the entire décor was in green and silver, instead of red and gold. The sheets and blankets were messed up from the two people in the bed sleeping, but other than that nothing was out of place. Glancing at the black-haired Slytherin next to you, you took in the black muscle shirt and knew for a fact his boxers were silver. You raised an eyebrow, because you were wearing a silver t-shirt of his with a pair of his black boxers—only these had hearts on them, and you only wore them because you gave them to him for Christmas a year back.
“I don’t see a problem with it,” you said, glancing at a certain lump in the blankets. “You seem to like it a lot.”<br>
He flushed a little and shifted more. “Not funny, Venus,” he said sadly. “You know I like it a lot.”<br>
“So why did you say we can’t do this anymore?”<br>
“Because…we just can’t,” he said, hesitating—very unlike Severus.
Immediately you sit up and look at him warily. “Does this have to do with Malfoy?”<br>
His eyes hardened a great deal at the name and he looked away. “No.”<br>
“Don’t lie to me,” you murmured, moving up to nuzzle your face into his neck.
“Venus…” he groaned.
You started to suck on his neck, sticking your tongue out to lick randomly. Reaching down, you lightly began tracing circular patterns on his chest with your fingers.
“Venus, stop…” he said softly, failing miserably to sound angry.
Your hand slipped lower. “Why? You can’t tell me you aren’t enjoying this,” you answered kissing along his jaw.
Suddenly he shoved you away, and you stared at him in surprise. He never pushed you away! He was beginning to act like Remus—hot and cold, off and on. It was like having a love-hate relationship again, only instead of with Sirius.
He glared at you, rage burning in his black eyes. “I am nothing like the werewolf.”<br>
Your eyes widened, before narrowing in anger. “You said you’d never read my mind!”<br>
“You’re practically broadcasting it,” he snarled.
Shaking your head, you dove under the covers. If Severus was going to be a bastard, then you wouldn’t be there for him to be a bastard to. You hated it when he was like that, and he usually wasn’t when it was just the two of you, but apparently that was changing. It’s all Malfoy’s fault.
When you came out of the covers, you had changed into a black camisole and a pair of black boy’s shorts with a dark green stripe down the side. Crossing your arms, you glared at him.
“You’re right, Snivellus,” He flinched. “You aren’t like Remus. He’s sweet, you’re a bastard,” you hissed at him.
“Venus…”
“Shove it, Snape,” you muttered, crawling out of the warm bed and into the boy’s cold dorm. “I hope you have fun getting that bloody tattoo on your arm. When the Dark Lord betrays you, don’t even think about coming to me. I’ll just report you to the f**king Ministry and hope you rot in Azkaban!”<br>
Not even bothering to see his response, knowing it would probably involve tears in his eyes, you turned around and silently marched out of the dorm, through the Common Room, down the dungeons, and into the corridors of the more welcoming side of Hogwarts. It wasn’t until you were halfway back to your Common Room, that you realized you would have a hard time explaining why you were out in such interesting clothes at two o’clock in the morning—and not asleep in your own bed.
Slowing your fast walk to an amble, you sighed and shoved your hands deep into the pockets of the shorts. It was uncanny how cold Hogwarts was at night, when during the day it was blisteringly hot. Why wouldn’t it be cold? It’s the full moon, you thought bemusedly. Your heart clenched in dread.
Remus would be heading back to his the Common Room around now, and if he caught you, Severus’ scent would be all over you. It wasn’t that you were having an “affair” with him, but none of the Marauders knew about your friendship with the Slytherin they hated so much. Breaking into a run, you sprinted up the last of the steps, skidding to a halt in front of the sleeping Fat Lady.
“Ahem,” you cleared your throat softly, shifting from one foot to another—something you did when impatient or in a hurry.