some kind of snark fairy

I keep thinking I've done this, but I don't see a post to the effect in my backlog, so forgive if I have...


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She said she would have liked to have a little dialogue or story for this picture, but couldn't think of one, and could anyone write one? So I did this little splat of Severus/Hermione. (I know, I know: Four horsemen sighted on horizon; film at 11.) I have no idea what I am doing here so forgive me if I get the character dynamic all wrong.

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Severus shivered, pulled his scarf up a little higher around his throat, and tried to sink his jaw and cheeks down into it like a turtle. His voice a little muffled by the green and grey striped wool, he said, "Granger, if you'd just—"

"—Hermione," she admonished him without looking up, scraping her fingers through the snow to make the lines of her snow-horse's mane.

"Hermione," he continued gruffly, "as I've told you twice already, if you insist on making snow sculpture in the dead of winter you surely have faster and better ways of doing so." He tapped the tip of his wand impatiently against his palm. "Or doth the history of your Charms marks deceive me?" He ardently wished once again that he'd put on a hat and gloves before venturing out in the twilit snow to collect the foolish young witch.

"Oh, Severus," she sighed, standing and brushing the snow from her knees, then turning to face him. "One thing I've learned is that there are just some things that are better to do with your own hands." For a moment she remembered hearing about Harry digging Dobby's grave in the Muggle way and blinked away the tears that sprang to her eyes. Then, smiling, she took one of his hands in hers. Caressing his fingers suggestively, she stretched up to whisper in his ear, "Some things. As I'm sure you know..."

Severus shivered again, but not from the cold. "Some things," he agreed in a low, hot voice, and led her inside.

Oh my, just please go look at this Severus/Hermione near-kiss by pennswoods. I gasped out loud. I know, I know -- who am I and what have I done with shyfoxling? But if you're like me and can ignore your usual distaste for the pairing, do yourself a favour and click.

(the entire summary -- mind your 255-character limits, people!)
“You Mister Severus ‘whatever your middle name is’ Snape, are hot,” She grinned as she reached into her purse, and pulled out a vial, “Sober up potion,” she took a drink, and smiled at him, “You know,” she leaned in, and whispered in his ear once again, “

"You, Mister Severus whatever-your-mid...dle..."

Hermione trailed off in mid-sentence as the potion took effect, then blushed a shade of scarlet a Mediterranean sunset would envy as the reality of what she had just said came crashing down on her. She chanced a look into Severus's eyes and immediately regretted it; running up against the force of his gaze was like bouncing off a concrete wall. She quickly peeled herself off of him and glanced down at the vial in her hand, which made it clear: she had grasped the wrong one.

That's the last time I carry that next to my Aphrodillusia, Hermione thought, turning away to face the wall. She groaned in frustration, then hurled the vial against the floor, where it shattered. She gained only momentary satisfaction from this act, however, as Severus's cold voice frosted over her fury at herself, chilling it to a block of ice in her gut.

"Only one person in this room, Miss Granger, is allowed to scatter broken glass upon its floor. I believe that person is me, and not you." He paused, and the only sound Hermione could hear in that space was her own rapid breathing. "But if you doubt my conclusion," he continued in a falsely kind tone, "I should be delighted to afford you a demonstration." The last word was a snarl that would have made a tiger think twice about going after whatever prey Severus might have been pursuing.

Hermione quickly weighed her chances against something Harry had once mentioned about a jar of cockroaches.

She fled.

(p.s. Fanon says "Tobias"; what are you, new? I personally find it too obvious to be satisfying, although it's probably what JKR thought, given how she dealt with other characters' middle names.)

I think it was hobgoblinn who recommended The Fire and the Rose to me as a way of stomaching Severus/Hermione?

Well, it worked.

The fact that most of the plot was the farce of dealing the bodyswap went a long way towards making me temporarily forget that I don't like this pairing, and there were abundant quantities of good Snapevoice to boot (even though most of it, ironically, was actually Hermione acting the part). In fact, I even found myself mildly enjoying the erotic scenes rather than being squicked, since there was enough buildup that my disbelief finally managed to hover a few inches off the ground.

Best bit, I think, is from Chapter 26:

He looked at it curiously. "Pot Noodle" was written on the side; "Chicken'n'Mushroom flavour". Snape presumed it was some sort of food, and looked more closely at it. He found a list of ingredients and blanched - at least, he supposed this was food. The list read more like the ingredients for some Dark potion.