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Just Another Snape/Mary Sue Story	By : OktoberBlack Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 4504 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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By the time I�d finished making the coffee and had sat down
with my own cup of decaf, he was almost finished his eggs and was working on
his toast. My stomach churned at the
smell of the food; hangovers suck and the Tylenol I�d taken wasn�t really
helping any. He spread marmalade
lightly on one piece of toast, crunching into it neatly and then got up to pour
himself another cup of coffee once the coffee was done. I sighed and leaned back in my chair,
reaching for the remote for the radio.

��and it�s
gonna be another scorcher today.
Highs�ll reach 35, with a humidex of 42. This is the Edge radio and here�s another hit from Linkin�
Park�� The song began to play and Snape
grimaced at me.

�What on
earth is that god awful sound?� he snarled.

�Linkin�
Park. And I like it,� I snapped
back. He narrowed his eyes at me.

�You have a
headache,� he stated flatly. �Now turn
off that noise or you�ll make your headache worse.� I raised an eyebrow at him.

�You�re
concerned about my head? That�s
bizarre,� I stated, getting up and pouring the rest of my decaf down the
sink. I poured a glass of water and
downed it quickly. It was already hot
out and hotter inside the kitchen where I�d been cooking breakfast. �If you don�t like it, you turn it off.� I handed him the remote control with a smug
smirk. He glared at me and then looked
at the remote, scrutinizing it carefully.
Finally, he punched a button but there was no effect.

�This must
be the correct button,� he muttered, looking at the remote and then at the
radio across the room.

n stn style='mso-tab-count:1'> �Yeah,
well,� I started, amazed he�d figured it out and ashamed of myself for trying
to be mean to him. �You have to point
it directly at the radio.�

�Ah,� he
replied, holding it up and trying again.
The radio turned off.
�Excellent.�

�I�m going
to go check on Amanda,� I said and he frowned at me.

�Aren�t you
going to have breakfast?�

�No. I feel gross and I don�t usually eat
breakfast during the holidays anyway.
I�m up too late to bother with it.�
I headed towards Amanda�s room, knowing it was too soon to check up on
her, but not wanting to sit in the kitchen with Snape any longer. It was too difficult to make conversation
with him by myself. And over the
breakfast table? Yeek. I knocked on the door but when I opened it,
Amanda was asleep. I sighed and closed
the door again, heading back into the kitchen because I didn�t know what else
to do with myself.

�She�s
sleeping, I presume,� he said from the sink.
He placed his empty plate and mug in the sink and ran the hot water over
them.

�Just put
those in the dishwasher,� I said, pointing to the appliance in question. He raised an eyebrow. �That thing, over there? Open it up.�

�I see,� he
saioingoing as I directed. He caught on
quickly then, placing the plate with the other plates and the mug with the
other mugs. Good for him. �It�s hot in here. We need a cooling spell.�

�Yeah,
sure. And air conditioning would be
nice too. But I don�t have either, do
you?� I sighed, heading out and into
the living room. I flounced onto the
couch and turned on the TV, changing the channels until some mornshowshow was
on. He didn�t answer, but turned to my
bookshelves instead, browsing through them until he�d found something he was
interested in reading. He settled down
in the easy chair across from the couch to read. I looked at the title � he was reading Fast Food Nation,
of all things. We continued like this,
me watching stupid TV and he reading, until about one, when Amanda finally
emerged from her room. She looked
sleepy and grumpy and still kind of headachy � but mostly she looked hot. The cats were downstairs in the basement, as
they always were at that time of the day.
We humans, however, stupidly stayed upstairs where the entertainment was
� and we sweated like crazy.

�It�s hot,�
she whined as she entered the room.

�I
know. It�s really hot outside,� I
answered, turning off the TV. �We could
head to the mall. It�ll be air
conditioned there.�

�What is
this mall?� Snape asked from behind his book.
He was sweating in his t-shirt and shorts and no wonder � they were
about six sizes too big for him.

�It�s a
shopping centre,� I said and he put down his book.

�Like
Diagon Alley? Excellent. I need some clothing to wear for the
duration of my stay here. I cannot go
around looking like this,� he stated flatly and stood up. �Well?
Let�s go.�

�Sure,�
Amanda said, looking at me wide-eyed.
She was waking up and looked distinctly better already. �Let�s all go to the mall��

�Yeah,� I
agreed, my brain whirling. Snape at the
mall? How bizarre. �And we can grab some lunch there too.�

�Sounds
good,� Amanda agreed. We looked at Snape. He
was barefoot, dressed in shorts that were way too big, a shirt that was way too
big, and a frown.

�I believe
I should put on my suit and shoes. At
least those fit me and I won�t look quite so� ridiculous.� He crossed his arms.

�Yeah,
you�ll just look like you�re mental or something � dressed in a black wool suit
on one of the hottest days in August,� I snorted. �But you can wear it if you want. I�m not picking you up when you pass out from the heat
though. You�re heavier than I
expected.�

�I do not
have any shoes that are suitable, or haven�t you noticed?� he sneered. I shrugged.
I wove in and out of traffic, swearing at the other drivers and
trying not to get stuck in any jams as my little car probably wouldn�t be able
to handle it and would over heat. Snape
sat tensely in his seat, one hand on the side door, the other bracing himself
on the dashboard presumably for impact.

�I�m not
going to hit anything,� I said, turning to look at him.

�Keep your
eyes on the road, woman!� he hissed through clenched teeth. His face was white and he was sweating, but
I wasn�t sure it was from the heat any more.
Amanda was looking out the window, perfectly calm.

�It�s fine�
It�s fine. We�ll be there soon,� I
said, fiddling with the radio for some music.
He drew in a sharp breath and clenched his teeth so hard I thought he
was going to crack something. �Can you
fly a broom?� I asked. He glared at me.

�That is
different,� he snapped.

�Why?�

�Well,� he
began as if he were talking to a very small child, �there are no other vehicles
going at the same speed to crash into.
And when I am flying, I am in control of the speed and motion.�

�So it�s
control,� I said and Amanda laughed.

�Well, we
knew that.�

�Yeah,
that�s true,� I agreed. I exited off
the DVP onto the 401, heading west to Yorkdale road. The traffic was fairly light for the middle of the day. �Well, you don�t know how to drive and I
don�t have a broom for you to ride.
Besides, that wouldn�t work here anyway.�

�We�re at
your mercy,� Amanda agreed.

�This
doesn�t bother you?� Snape muttered.

�No, not
particularly,� she said. I just grinned
and decided to just concentrate on my driving.

And then we fell into one of those silences that happen
every so often � each of us thinking our thoughts until I finally pulled into
the parking lot. Snape tried to look
blas� at the sea of cars and the huge building � and I imagined he might�ve
seen something like it in London when he was going to the Ministry or Saint
Mungo�s, or even Sirius� house. But I
was fairly certain England didn�t have malls quite on the same scale as we in
North America did � and I knew they certainly didn�t have the proliferation of
SUVs that we did. The sheer excess of
it all made me almost want to blush. We got out and headed into the mall via
the nearest entrance. And then we all
stopped just as we entered the doorway.

�Ahhhhhh,�
Amanda sighed as the cool air of the mall hit her. Snape closed his eyes in an uncharacteristic display of sheer
pleasure. It was wonderful to be in the
cool of the air-conditioned mall after such a hot ride in the car. And then I looked around me. It was a Monday, so the mall was full of
teenagers and mothers with babies and kids, but not a lot of other people.

�Where
should we start?� I asked and Amanda glanced at me.

�Lunch? I could use an iced chai latte or some such
thing too,� she said and Snape frowned.

�A what?�
he demanded.

�A drink, a
cool drink,� I said and then glanced around.
�There�s a food fair this way, I think.� We headed off in the direction I indicated, Amanda and I cruising
by the shops, until we realized that Snape hadn�t followed us. �What the fuck!?� I exclaimed as we rushed
back the way we�d come. We found him
staring into the window of a Toys R Us, not far from where we�d entered the
mall. In the window was a large display
of Harry Potter toys, including Lego Snape and a huge stuffed Hagrid doll. He was frowning and fuming, and I wondered
what he was so angry about.

�What�s
up?� Amanda asked first � brave soul.
He rounded on us, his hair flipping with his motion in that lovely way
it did in every movie. He may not have
looked exactly like Alan Rickman�s movie Snape, but his hair worked much the
same way.

�Harry
Potter? Harry Potter and the Goblet
of Fire? Is this why you brought me
here? I�m a character in a� children�s
book?� he spluttered and then drew a sharp breath. �For Merlin�s sake, how on earth did you decide I would be
desirable at all?�

�Uh�� I
started. Amanda squeaked a bit at his
anger and withdrew behind me. Thanks
Amanda. �Well, you see��

�According
to this, the only images you should have seen of me are children�s building
block toys and stuffed dolls! To decide
to conjure me here, to this universe, sight-unseen seemguelguely��

�Ridiculous?�
Amanda suggested and he waved a hand at her.

�Exactly. Ridiculous. Undignified. I am not a
toy nor am I a doll. I am a wizard, a
man, flesh and blood! And Harry Potter
of all people� Ridiculous!� He pushed his hair off of his face and glared at
us.

�Hey, I
didn�t write the damn books! I just
read them!� I protested. He shook his
head.

�We have
images of you, sort of�� Amanda began.
He turned to look at her intently.

�You do?�
he hissed. �But none of them are here
and this seems to be the main purveyor of this� alleged piece of fiction.�

�No, none
of them are here. But we do have
them. I�ll show them to you when we get
home � I have some on my computer,� I suggested. �Now, can we go? I want
some lunch and a drink, and then I want to do some shopping.�

�Very
well. But this is far from over,� he
acquiesced. I sighed in relief. I knew this whole Harry Potter thing would
be a problem for him, but I hadn�t counted on him finding out so soon. We headed down the mall to the food court
and I sat Snape at a table near the waterfall.
Then Amanda and I went and bought some lunch � Taco Bell for me, a salad
and an iced chai latte for her. Snape
claimed he wasn�t hungry, but I figured he was a bit overwhelmed by the choices
and underwhelmed by the quality of the food.
We settled with our food, such as it was, Snape watching us as we
ate.

�What is
that?� he asked, pointing to my taco fries.
�It looks� inedible at best.�

�French
fried potatoes with seasoned ground beef, tomatoes, green onions, cheese, and
sour cream � and hot sauce,� I answered, dosing my fries with a liberal amount
of hot sauce. �It�s terrible for you,
but it actually tastes pretty good. Try
some.� I handed him a fork. He raised an eyebrow at me.

�I think
not. Do they not sell real food here?�

�Depends
upon what you mean by real food,� Amanda said, sipping her iced latte. �I mean, this salad is pretty good and it�s
not bad for you at all.�

�Show off,�
I muttered, but I was smiling. She
looked at me, aghast.

�I�m not��

�I�m
joking, I�m joking,� I said, putting my hands up.

�Oh. Anyway, if you want a salad, I�ll get you
one. Or you could have lasagne, or a
pasta salad, or a sandwich. There�s a
Subway just across from us and they looked okay,� she suggested. He wrinkled his nose a bit � how cute! I felt bad about eating my fries now, even
though I�d been wanting them for months and hadn�t gone off my diet in over a
year. Oh well. In the end, Snape decided upon a sandwich.

�Here�s a
ten,� I said, holding out a ten-dollar bill to him. He just looked at me then rolled his eyes.

�I think
not,� he said, sniffing.

�Right. Never handled muggle money, never will
eh? I suppose you�ve nevrderrdered a
sandwich either?� I said grumpily.
�Fine, what do you want?�

�Well, what
do they have?�

�I don�t
know. What do I look like, a menu
board? Get up and look for yourself,� I
snapped, gesturing to the Subway across from us. He glared at me, but got up and went to look, coming back with
his order for a six-inch steak and cheese sub.

�On whole
wheat bread,� he amended. I sighed and
got up to buy him his sub. Standing in
line, I realized how ridiculous this was.
Snape was here, in the mall, with me� and I was acting like his servant
because he wouldn�t touch muggle money.
I actually figured he just didn�t know how much things were and what the
coins and bills looked like � so he didn�t feel comfortable dealing with the
money on his own. Plus, he had to take
it from me, a woman and a muggle, like he was a child. This way, I was doing the buying and he
could treat it like I just knew my place.
I realized I would have to pay for his clothing too. Great.
Good thing I�d cleaned up the old MasterCard last month. I came back with the sandwich to find him
cleaning up the rest of my fries. He
put down the fork quickly, as if I wouldn�t notice my fries were completely
gone.

�eHey

Hey! You ate my
fries!� I accused him. He looked at me
as if I�d gone nuts.

�I did
not,� he said, clearing his throat. �Is
that my sandwich?� I handed him the
sandwich and glared at him.

�And after
all your protesting that they looked inedible � were they good at least?� I
snapped. I sat back down and looked at
the empty container. Amanda smiled
guiltily.

�Uh, yeah�
they were,� she said. I whirled on her.

�Et tu,
Amanda?� I whined. She laughed.

�I couldn�t
help it� there they were, so young, so helpless�� Snape looked at her, a
scandalized look on his face.

�What on
earth are you talking about?� he asked, a mouthful of sandwich already making
one cheek bulge. Lovely. I guess he was hungry again, despite his
protestations about that as well.

�Uh,
nothing� I�ll buy you more fries,� Amanda said and I shook her away.

�Never
mind. I�ll just eat my burritos and if
I need anything else, I can get it myself.
Don�t worry � mi fries, su fries.�
She laughed at that, slurping her iced latte. Snape ate his sandwich, occasionally glancing around the food
court as if he expected someone to swoop down on him at any moment. I finished my pseudo-Mexican food, and then
the three of us left that North American food institution known as the food
court.
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