Man Eater | By : ccino49 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1752 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Man Eater
Just a little ‘shorty’, inspired by a song that came on the radio yesterday.
Hope you enjoy. If you would like the link to the song ‘Maneater’ Please email me: ccino49@yahoo.co.uk
Chapter 1
Professor Severus Snape. Potions Master at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. Ex Deatheater. Spy for the Order of the Phoenix. Hero of the wizarding world. Holder of the Order of Merlin 1st Class.
Two years previous, when Harry Potter was in his seventh year at Hogwarts Severus discovered that the Dark Lord planned to take over Hogwarts on Valentines day.
He informed Dumbledor immediately and come the day, along with all the order members and the majority of the sixth and seventh year Hogwarts students, including his own Slytherin students amazingly enough, they battled and defeated Voldemort.
As it happened, Severus was the one to strike the Dark Lord down when Harry was hit by a simple ’petrificus totalis spell just as the moment the Dark Lord was distracted by Weasley biting down on his ankle so Harry could kill him.
Severus wasted no time and cast the Avada on Voldemort, holding the deadly green light on the tyrant until well after the scaly despot was dead.
After the years of torture and beatings and curses he received from Voldemort he wanted to be certain that the bastard was dead. By the time Dumbledor gently took hold of the Potion Masters hand and told him it was over the Dark Lord was nothing but a puddle. The prolonged exposure to the Avada curse literally melting his body.
Severus enjoyed being a hero for a while. Finally gaining recognition for all his hard work at secretly plotting the downfall of the former despot.
But now, two years later he was bored. He had his pick of women whenever, wherever he wanted. They practically threw themselves at his feet. And for a long time he took advantage of this.
Now he needed something more. He missed the excitement, the danger. After years of wishing for a normal, peaceful life. A life where he could freely show his face, do as he pleased. But he was now feeling that too much of a good thing was not such a good thing.
He was even on speaking terms with Remus Lupin. The werewolf had covered his back during the final battle and stopped several nasty curses before they struck Severus.
In return Severus had sweated nightly for months over cauldrons to improve the Wolfsbane potion. The result being that now Remus could take the potion and not transform at all. He would still have a somewhat feral side to his nature, but he would remain human during the full moon.
They formed an uneasy truce that eventually led to a ‘not quite’ friendship.
It was this ’not quite’ friendship that led Remus down to the dungeons, truing to persuade Severus to come out with him and several other faculty and order members clubbing that Saturday night.
“Come on Severus. It’ll be better then sitting here bored out of your skull. There‘s some real lookers at this club were going to.”
“I will not be bored. Besides, if I want pussy, I cant get it whenever I wish. You know that.”
“I know you can. But your turning it down most of the time because your bored with the same type throwing themselves at you time and again. It’s time for fresh meat Severus.”
The DADA professor waggled his eyebrows suggestively. He knew his ‘not quite’ friend was bored with the constant stream of upper crust pureblood types that constantly hassled the Potions Master to let them into his bed, just so they could say they had shagged the hero who killed Voldemort.
“Nevertheless Lupin, I do not wish to enter a place where my eardrums will be shattered by that dreadful noise you seem to think is music, the moment I walk through the door.”
“So put a dampening spell on your ears for goodness sake. It’ll be fun. It’s unlikely anyone there will know who you are. If you hit on anyone, you know they’ll not be after jumping in your pants just because of who you are.”
Severus raised an eyebrow as he considered what Lupin had said.
“Very well. But if the place is full of idiots all under the age of twelve with safety pins in there noses and …”
“Severus, trust me. There is none of that. I’ve been several times and they’re very strict about age. So we’re agreed then? You’ll come?”
“If it will shut you up then yes, I suppose I will.”
As soon as Lupin left Severus regretted agreeing to go. If Lupin was a regular there, it probably meant the place was heaving with loose women. The type who would drop their knickers for the price of a couple of drinks. Still, he could show his face and if he didn’t like the place he could leave and apperate back here.
Plus as today was Thursday, he had two whole days to find an excuse not to go.
Saturday lunchtime Severus was in a very grumpy mood. Every excuse he came up with not to go to the damned club was laughed at by Lupin and the others. They were ready for this. They knew he would eventually try to get out of going and took no notice when he told them he needed to stay and watch over an experimental potion he was working on or that he had to oversee a detention. Evry excuse he came up with was checked out by Dumbledor himself.
When he arrived in the main entrance dressed in formal dress robes Remus and Potter grabbed his arm and marched him straight back to his dungeon rooms.
“Severus you cannot go clubbing dressed like that. It’s a bloody nightclub we‘re going to, not a formal dinner.”
Severus scowled at Lupin. “There is nothing wrong with the way I am dressed.”
Harry laughed. “There is for where we’re going.” He pointed his wand at his affronted ex potions Master and transfigured his clothing into something more casual. There, you’ll fit in better like that and you still have you trademark black.”
Severus looked down at himself horrified. He hated muggle clothes and now he was wearing snug fitting black wrangler jeans, a black shirt and black cowboy boots. Granted the shirt was silk but still, this was not how he was used to dressing. Though when he looked in the mirror he noticed that the shirt clung flatteringly to his arms and torso, the sinewy muscles just showing through the silky material.
Harry pointed his wand again and Severus’ hair was tied back in a pony tail with a black leather tie.
“You’re lucky Draco’s not with us tonight, he’d be drooling if he saw you dressed like that.”
“He would not be drooling for long I assure you Potter. Considering that his tongue would be so far up his own ar…”
“Yes well he’s not here so shall we go?” Remus put in quickly.
There were a lot of appreciative gasps from the females in the group when a still scowling Severus re-emerged from the dungeons.
TBC
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