Just Another Snape/Mary Sue Story | By : OktoberBlack Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 4511 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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I stood in the kitchen, looking out the front window at the
street beyond, sipping my drink and trying not to cry. This was not at all what I’d hoped it would
be. It wasn’t fun, it wasn’t sexy, it
was just plain awful. And I couldn’t
just throw him out in the street, could I?
He didn’t have ID, or money, or anything else, and we were somehow
responsible for bringing him here.
There was a set of lights in the driveway. Damn, the take out food was here. “Can
I have some more wine?”
“Sure,” I
answered, pouring her more wine. I
poured some for myself and then passed the bottle to Snape. He poured himself another glass full,
looking at the wine.
“Is this
the best you can do?” he snarled at me.
“I don’t
normally drink wine. This is Sam’s
stash and yeah, it’s the best I can do.
Some guest you are.” I rolled my
eyes at him and then sipped my wine.
“You didn’t
answer me. You seem adept at avoiding
my questions, Miss Bloom. The subject
of your discussions?”
“Why? Why do you need to know that?” I asked
angrily. “And why should we have to
answer your questions?”
“You were
the one that wished me here, not I. I
am merely making… conversation,” he mused.
“Making the best of my… situation.”
He looked at me, his gaze penetrating and I tried to stare back but
couldn’t. I dropped my eyes to my
glasowniowning the rest of my wine instead of responding. I was beginning to feel sick and dizzy from
all the alcohol I’d imbibed that evening.
And I was pissed as all hell at him for being there and not being what I
wanted him to be. I tried to stand up
and stumbled a bit. Wasn’t the table
further away before? I turned my gaze
to him and found him suddenly a bit fuzzier than I’d thought. I squinted at him.
“Look,
Professor Snape… Master of Potions or whatever… We may have wished you here but
if we could, we’d wish you right back to where ever you came from. You’re nothing but… a nasty, horrible man
and I want nothing to do with you!” I slapped the table in emphasis and hit the
end of my fork, which flipped backwards, splashing the wall behind me with
curry sauce. “Damn.” It suddenly seemed incredibly funny to me
and I started giggling. Amanda looked
at me, her face flushed, and she started giggling too. “I dropped my fork,” I announced, still
giggling and headed under the table to look for it. I couldn’t find it though, so I just sat there for a bit, thinking
about what to do next.
“Oh for
Merlin’s sake,” I heard Snape say from the end of the table. I could hear people moving around and see
their legs – Snape’s blue sweatpant covered ones and Amanda’s bare legs under
her skirt. Amanda reached under the
table for me and pulled me back up.
“I think
you’re a bit drunk,” she said to me and then we both cracked up, laughing so
hard I thought I would pee my pants. I
couldn’t catch my breath. I walked
weakly over to the couch and sat down heavily, then looked over at Snape, who
was standing near the dining room table.
He was scowling at me, his arms crossed over that ridiculous Dilbert
t-shirt and I couldn’t help it – I started laughing even harder. an>Aan>Amanda staggered across to the couch as
well, laughing silently she was laughing so hard, her wineglass clutched in
han
hand. She tripped and fell on top of
me, and I caught her awkwardly, her wineglass tipping over and spilling its
contents all over my front.
“Oh shit!”
I exclaimed, standing up. Amanda fell
onto the couch and rolled over so she was lying with her feet up in the
air. I looked down at the white tank
top I was wearing. “This’ll never come
off. I’ll have to soak it.” And without thinking, I peeled it off,
heading for the laundry room.
“Terra!”
Amanda exclaimed. I stopped and looked
down at myself, realizing that I wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Oh shit!”
I exclaimed again and then I burst out laughing at what I’d d Some part of me was watching and telling me that I’d be sorry
later, but the rest of me didn’t care at all about it and just thought it was
funny. “Oh, it’s too hot for a shirt
anyway,” I said, dropping the tank top at the doorway of the laundry room and
heading back into the living room. I
was sweating as a matter of fact, so I headed to the fridge for some ice.
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