#Demure Severus snape

[headmasterseverussnape]

Very Demure. Very Mindful.

See how I put my newspaper down to speak to others? Very mindful. Very Demure. I don’t do too much while off work. See how I act? Very presentable. A lot of you witches stare at your books, reading while speaking to others, not demure.

[klien2000]

End n ntin call, bakz,,,

[postmariannizm]

very demure very mindful

Snape: See how I didn't avada kedavra Potter when he was being a brat ? Very demure, very mindful. I don't do too much. I'm very mindful while I'm at work. See how I act? Very presentable. A lot of you girls go to the classroom, giving points to Gryffindor, fawning over the Potter, not demure. Other teachers:

[lovebeatriceplz]

Did you see how Dumbledore asked Harry if he put his name in the Goblet of Fire? Very mindful, very cutesy, very demure.

[sophsicle]

okay, hold my drink *hands u cursed ancient goblet full of mead* i gotta talk my shit for a second.

ive been seeing a lot of severus snape love recently. and this is fine, obviously, y'all can love whomever you want. but. i need to rant or i will explode. if we're talking about canon. severus snape spends his adult years, seven books of it in fact, abusing children. and his excuse for this is the girl he loved (tho not enough not to join a group actively trying to exterminate her) fell for the hot jock instead of him (a tragedy indeed, i weep 4 him, i really do). and also she died, which, admittedly is very sad.

it is simply crazy 2 me 2 look at that and think *romance* or *genuine care and affection*. LIKE. fo real. snape calls her a slur in public, apologizes in private, hangs out with dudes who commit hate crimes against her friends (CANONICALLY, she says "you've been hanging out with that douchebag Mulciber, how could you do that after what he did to Mary???" this is not a direct quote but like, it's close enough). lame. loser behaviour.

"Oh but what about regulus" i can hear you say "he loves James potter but snape doesn't love lily???" well. idk. maybe. bit different tho, innit? due to james not being the demographic regulus is attacking (which doesn't make regulus a better person but does make the dynamic between him and james different). ALSO. Regulus chooses to turn against voldemort without hope for anything in return. snape doesn't seem to give a shit about voldemort, he's just sad he's not gonna get to bang lily evans. he switches sides for that reason alone. also doesn't care about what happens to her husband or her son which like. considering lily would be pretty fucking destroyed if they died. once again points to my whole, he doesn't really give a shit about her, theory. lame. loser. behaviour.

also. im sorry. I"M SORRY. but what snape does to neville? to hermione? to harry? gross. a grown ass man out here telling an eleven year old neville he's worthless or hermione she's ugly and annoying. or spilling harry's potion and refusing to grade him for it???????????????

reg and draco are children when we see them at peak suckage and therefore they feel like they can be redeemed much more compellingly (CAN be, not SHOULD be, not HAVE to be, just narratively i think they are easier to turn into interesting, sympathetic characters). but snape? snape grows up into a garbage adult. like he doesn't get better. and again, the only real excuse we're given is his obsession with lily. not very demure. not very cutesy.

ALSO. yall remember that time he got a destitute, struggling Remus Lupin fired from the best job he ever had just because he felt like it? remember that time snape weaponized Remus's lycanthropy and people's prejudice against him just cause. like. literally just cause??? his ego was bruised after the shrieking shack incident so he was like "get wrecked Lupin I'm going to tell everyone your secret so you will be forced back out onto the streets" DO YALL REMEMBER THAT BITCH ASS MOVE????????? THAT HE DID AS A FULL ADULT.

IN CONCLUSION, this is silly and, of course, like i said at the start, everyone can have their own thoughts and feelings about characters, but i simply needed to interject here on behalf of snape haters everywhere because i feel like so much of snape's shitty behaviour as an adult during a time when he was really under no duress and was very safe and cozy, is ignored. and my hater heart just cannot let that stand.

[lilithofpenandbook]

Minerva Mcgonagall has a tendency to be loud and cross, and often scolds her colleagues (because she's the only one resembling a responsible adult) or rants about her kids (head of Gryffindor house aka Fred and George)

Any time she's going off on a rant or she's angry or just being... Minerva, Severus Snape comes along.

And without fail he goes

"That's not very demure, very mindful."

And she absolutely loses it

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

everyone in this fandom has slightly/or major different opinions on each of the chars personality wise. i like ur takes so im curious what your take on personalities of some of the chars are (the main boys r already talked on a lot so specifically others like lily, marlene, dorcas pandora, teen snape, r/b/e, wtv u want) just like a little sentence each or u can expand, up 2 u <3

ooo !!! this is so fun ??

lily: very prideful and quick to anger but she's so soft and sweet and sensitive and loves her friends and shows it and she's very touchy feely and she's veryy opinionated and she's a little selfish but like she also cares so so much. + smart enough to be praised by teachers but she'll work herself sick for it &head strong.

mary: extroverted, egoistic, self sacrificing. she'll change everything about herself for you but she'll die before admitting it. loves too hard and destroys herself in it. she's never gotten over anything ever. seeks validation wherever she goes and takes and takes and takes but when she gives she'll hold out her heart for you.

marlene: very calm, very demure. she doesn't want to be in the spotlight but she'll also get mad when she isn't. very petty, holds grudges, homewrecker but she's brave and she's protective and she's ambitious, once she starts something she'll never give up and once she loves someone she'll never get over them.

dorcas: insecure, pushes everyone away, obsessed with the idea of being independent, very deeply lonely and when she loves you it's choking how much there is. she's witty and she's sentimental she's responsible she tries too hard she'll love you forever.

pandora: genuinely crazy, but she's trying, she's always trying. she wanders around in sheets and rabid when provoked, but she'll cut off her own leg to please the person she wants. she's clingy and she's dependent on her Current Person Of Interest she's blunt she's honest she's a little bit cruel, she's way too logical and also depends on vibes or emotion too much. she's prideful but she'll strip of her dignity if she's pushed.

severus: very insecure, very angry. he'll lash out at you twice a day and spend each night begging on his hands and knees for forgiveness, feel humiliated and do it all again. very aware and generally emotionally intelligent but he's blind to it when he starts loving someone too hard, his pride is everything to him and he's jealous of everyone, ever, but he's constantly apologetic about everything he's done.

regulus: soo egoistical. he needs everyone to think and know he's the best but he doesn't even know if that's true. peak superiority complex & inferiority complex. gets off on people needing him so he puts pieces of himself everywhere (it may or may not work). he's smart just never the smartest, good but never the best. he trails around his brother like a lost kid then spits venom when he's called exactly that. he's pathetic because he's more bark than he is bite and he doesn't even realize it.

barty jr.: crybaby. always crying for every and any reason ever. if he likes you he will have you whether you want him to or not - he can be charming (<- to some people) but he's quiet and he'll sit at your feet after breaking his own bones till you take pity on him. no pride or dignity but he'll get violent when he's hurt. he'll let you take his ribs out if you tell him he's good twice through it.

evan: freak. he's a loser and unknown and he's insecure but he's possessive and when he wants something he wants it he'll leash you to his bed if it gets to it and he'll cry about it ("why can't i be needed enough for them to stay forever?"). not very intelligent and sensitive about it, angry and he'll show it, stalker core.

[padfootastic]

james potter and Severus snape , word: potioneer

Please and ty ❤👀

hohohooo sadie coming in strong 👀 i’m so sorry i couldn’t help dunking on snape, he’s just so,,,,,easy to pick on 💀

Little known fact about James: just because he didn’t like potions, doesn’t mean he wasn’t damned good at it. He’d learnt at the knee of Fleamont Potter, the greatest potioneer of the last century, after all.

Snape realises this only a few minutes into their combined brew. He’d ranted and raged but Slughorn refused to part them.

“You better not mess this up for me, Potter,” he snarled, instead. The unbothered smirk he gets in return only infuriates him further.

“You’re slicing the root too thick, Snape,” Potter replied coolly before quirking his eyebrow in judgement. “And those beetle eyes, little squished, don’t you think?”

In the end, Snape had fumed his way through the prep, the easy competence pf Potter’s brewing—and his valid criticism—only increasing his ire.

“Excellent,” Slughorn announced with a simpering smile. “Of course, no surprise there, eh, Mr. Potter.”

“You flatter me, Professor,” Potter demurred but the glint in his eye as he winked at Snape was pure arrogance. Bastard.

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[whore1956]

Professor Nanami Kento from Slytherin House (ft. Severus Snape Clothing and Demure)

[dhr-ao3]

Blood of the Light

Blood of the Light https://ift.tt/hxzEVbT by DarkCloud190 Hermione is the Princess of Nyxarria. A kingdom that worships the Goddess Nyx that is enshrouded in perpetual night. Draco is the King of Hecatea. A kingdom that worships the Goddess Hecate that is a stream of endless labyrinthine pathways. Magic is a gift from the Gods. With each royal family being shown great favor. Both would love nothing more than to see the other dead. But it a world of Gods, magic, and deceit - nothing is as it seems. _____________________ “Show the proper respect to your King,” he hissed. Hermione laughed demurely, fluttering her lashes. Fierce determination settled into her gaze that locked with Draco Malfoy’s. “You are not my anything,” she hissed. Something ticked in his jaw, anger laced with a restrained sort of – amusement. Barely noticeable, he tilted his head to Blaise. The dull bite of his wand was replaced with the sharp point of his blade, nicking the skin enough that a small trickle of blood dripped down her throat. “What do you think, Princess?” Hermione dipped into a low curtsy, exaggerating the motion but refusing to lower her head. With embers burning behind the golden hues, she hissed softly, “Your Majesty.” Words: 5044, Chapters: 1/40, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Severus Snape, Sirius Black, Luna Lovegood, Angelina Johnson, Fleur Delacour, Ginny Weasley, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Pansy Parkinson, Harry Potter, James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Hermione Granger's Mother, Hermione Granger's Father Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott/Pansy Parkinson, Ginny Weasley/Blaise Zabini, Fleur Delacour/Bill Weasley, Gregory Goyle/Luna Lovegood Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Enemies to Lovers, Everyone has magic, King Draco Malfoy, Princess Hermione Granger, BAMF Draco Malfoy, BAMF Hermione Granger, Greek Mythology - Freeform, Blood and Violence, Crucio | Cruciatus Curse (Harry Potter), Character Death, Bearded Draco Malfoy, Marriage of Convenience, Forced Proximity, pregnancy at the end, HEA, split POV, Virgin Hermione Granger, Memory Loss, Dragons, Unicorns, Fairies, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Explicit Sexual Content, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Greek gods, Sexual Tension, Kidnapping, Murder, Swordfighting, Flashbacks, Torture, Potions Master Severus Snape, Inferi (Harry Potter), Offerings, praying to gods, Blood and Gore, Magical Artifacts, Mythological artifacts, Blood Magic, Dark Magic Rituals (Harry Potter), Sacrifice, Dom Draco Malfoy, Not Canon Compliant via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/4nrUNkg January 19, 2024 at 04:50PM

[yenasmatik]

A good way to have the last word

Marcus Flint, Oliver Wood, Severus Snape and Minerva McGonagall. Contains: a good Slytherin slytherining. Not enough Quidditch, and a very unhappy Oliver.

"You know," Flint said, waving yet another another derogation letter to claim Gryffindor's pitch hours, courtesy of Snape, "one has to wonder how you got so selfish, Wood. It's like you never learnt to share your toys. Aren't you supposed to have a sister?" It was getting late, and the sun was setting behind the western stands. The letter in front of Oliver's nose was barely legible, though he had little doubt as to its authenticity. He was the only one still on the pitch at this hour - Flint wasn't stupid enough to talk like this in front of the whole Gryffindor team. Oliver grabbed him by the collar. "You leave my sister out of your games, Flint-" (He should have clued in, really, when his hands landed on the wanker so easily. Flint had amazing reflexes for someone his size, and precisely zero qualms about avoiding fights that wouldn't gain him anything.) "- or I swear to Merlin I will bloody kill you." Oliver raised his fist. Not even to hit, yet, just to make his point clear. He didn't expect Flint to be all that impressed; as a chaser, the Slytherin captain was used to two balls of lead that could shatter bones when they landed. To Oliver's utter confusion, Flint recoiled. Raised one of his giant paws, palm open, and squeaked like some grotesque parody of a scared little girl.

That was when he noticed the rustling of robes and boots stomping on the grass behind him. "Wood!" screamed professor McGonagall. "What do you think you're doing?!" Oliver gasped. On the other side of Flint's mitt, between the spread fingers, he could see the git smooth away a smug grin.

"Unhand Mr Flint at once," ordered professor McGonagall as she reached the both of them. Oliver backed away, glaring daggers at Flint, and turned to face his head of house. "Professor, he started it!" Someone cleared their throat behind professor McGonagall, and Flint carefully sidestepped Oliver, his arm still half-raised in front of his body, to join them. "By attempting to protect himself from your fists, or by being intimidated by your threats, Mr Wood? Five points from Gryffindor for lying." Oliver turned just in time to see Flint slide behind the Slytherin head of house, shoulders hunched and head lowered demurely. The troll was almost a full head taller than Snape, and twice as large at the shoulders, which made the whole scene completely ridiculous even with Flint's best poker face. Not that it would matter in any way. Oliver knew where reason lay, and stepped towards professor McGonagall. "He was insulting me, professor," he pleaded. "And he's claiming half the pitch during our hours again!" Flint scoffed, and promptly covered it by faking a cough. The two professors paid him little mind; Snape because he would let Flint get away with anything short of murder as long as it got him another trophy, and professor McGonagall because she was busy glaring at the letter in Flint's hand and at Snape himself in short turns.

"I'm sorry, professor," Flint said, shocking both Oliver and his head of house once they realised the Slytherin captain was addressing her instead of Snape. "I need to move our training times to adjust for Perry and Cassius' remedial lessons. Lyndon McNair can only make time in the morning on Mondays and Thursdays, and they're too exhausted for tutoring just after practice."

Professor McGonagall visibly mellowed out at Flint's sob story, leaving Oliver stuttering in indignation, too upset to figure out proper words. "Well, I'm glad someone takes those two's issues with Transfiguration seriously, Mr Flint," she answered, in a tone of carefully measured approval. "And so Mr Wood saw fit to start a fist fight over your adjustment of time tables?" asked Snape, because Merlin forbid the slimy old bat let go of an excuse to make Oliver's life miserable. Professor McGonagall gave Oliver a long, stern, terribly disappointed look. "Really, Wood, this behavior is unfit for the captain of our team. You should know to set a better example-"

Flint cleared his throat. Loudly. And hunched even worse, so that his face was properly hidden behind Snape as professor McGonagall turned to frown at him. "I, ah, it's true that I was a bit rude, professor," Flint said, in a tone Oliver would have called genuinely contrite on anyone but a Slytherin. "Scheduling the whole thing has been difficult, and I still need to figure out remedial help for myself, so I haven't shown the most patience. I'm sorry, it wasn't truly Wood's fault."

There was a pause, as everyone digested the fact that Marcus Flint had apologized twice in less than five minutes and come to Oliver's defense in front of Snape. Professor McGonagall glanced at Snape, then at Flint, then back at Snape again. "While this is… understandable, and I must admit I appreciate the display of maturity on your part Mr Flint, you should have both handled this better. You two are too old to be arguing like this." Flint's head popped back above Snape's as he nodded, the perfect picture of a chastised first year. Oliver was too shocked to react on time, and got another disappointed look from his head of house. "Surely you wouldn't mind sharing one of Slytherin's pitch times with Gryffindor, or swapping it, to make it up to Mr Wood?" professor McGonagall added. Flint shrugged. "Not at all, professor."

Oliver couldn't believe his ears.

"Then hopefully we can consider this matter settled, Severus?" professor McGonagall asked. Snape nodded with a blank expression, though a few twitches of annoyance crossed his lips and eyebrows. Oliver half-expected him to re-rail the conversation to safer terrain, like taking points from Gryffindor for threatening his precious cheating lying brute of a captain, but nothing more came from here. "Boys," professor Mcgonagall announced, "we came here to talk to the both of you about the safety measures you'll have to set for your teams. No one is to walk between the pitch and the castle on their own. You are to escort all your underclassmen back to the common room, only then will you be relieved of your responsibilities as captains. Cut practices a bit shorter if you have to. Understood?" Flint hummed placidly in agreement. Oliver took two full seconds to digest the shift in conversation, before catching up to the terrible, terrible implications of that last bit. "But professor, our common room is far from the entrance, and it's a detour from our classes or the great hall, we'd lose at least fifteen minutes, and-" Professor McGonagall clapped her hands, her eyebrows drawn lower than Oliver had ever seen them in his personal direction. "Not another word, Mr Wood! These precautions have been chosen to protect our students. Surely you can see the value in your players' continued good health?" Snape was smirking, following each of their gestures like an ugly, greasy black cat, ready to pounce on a mouse stupid enough to give him an opening. Oliver was not about to be that mouse, he told himself firmly. "Yes professor," he grumbled.

Professor McGonagall nodded, once, sharp, and tightened her green tartan cloak around her frame. "Now, if I can trust the two of you to behave yourselves," and here she sent a very pointed glare in Oliver's direction, "it is getting late. Professor Snape and myself shall be heading back to the castle, and I suggest you do the same." Oliver's eyes glided hopelessly over the goals and his broom, still hovering docile a few feet away. He sighed, and began to untie his gloves.

Flint, meanwhile, walked towards the exit after both heads of house. "Professor?" he asked, still in that polite, chastised tone. "I've been meaning to ask you, do you think I could take one more make-up essay? I know you said it would be the last one and you'd rather I took extra classes in the future, but it's really hard fitting them in my schedule right now, and I really need to catch up early before NEWT revisions…" Professor McGonagall stopped to look at Flint, with the familiar sharp focus that made Gryffindor students whisper about mind reading secretly being a part of advanced transfiguration magics. "Far be it from me to discourage you from your newfound dedication to your responsibilities, Mr Flint. You may come to my office tomorrow for that essay." Something shifted in Flint's shoulders. He seemed to grow a couple inches in an instant, and his posture melted into something closer to his usual confident lounging about. "Thanks, professor. I will." Professor McGonagall raised a pointed eyebrow, but she took Flint's cheerful politeness without comment on the change in attitude. After one last nod, she turned back toward the castle and picked up her pace to catch up with Snape.

Flint lingered. He turned towards Oliver, revealing a large grin full of crooked teeth. With slow, deliberate exaggeration, he mouthed: THANKS, LOSER. And he trotted towards the castle, as Oliver hissed and spat and almost let his gloves fall into the mud in frustration.

[halfblood-princes-crown]

“Shall I go easy on you, Lupin?” Severus drawled. “I wouldn’t want you to have to miss your other classes. Especially so soon after the Full Moon.”

Several students sniggered at the jibe, and Remus smiled demurely. “It’s quite alright, Professor Snape, some of us were using these charms in the battle of Hogwarts to great effect, while others were too busy being overcome by a solitary snake.”

YESSSSSS

[ao3feed-snamione]

Red

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by Defying_Expectations

"Do – I know you?" she asked tentatively.

"In what sense?" he reciprocated.

"In the sense of have we met before?"

He spun her around slowly. "In a sense," he demurred, still smiling in the same lazy way.

~

Oneshot. Snamione. Not compliant with Deathly Hallows.

Words: 1230, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Hermione Granger, Severus Snape, Harry Potter

Relationships: Hermione Granger/Severus Snape

Additional Tags: Romance, Almost Romance, Drama, Drama & Romance, Costume Parties & Masquerades, Dancing, Ballroom Dancing, Not Canon Compliant - Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Written Pre-Deathly Hallows, sort of romance, Intrigue

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[inmyownlittlecorner5]

Moonlight Chapter Eight: Dinner at Eight

A fanfic Novel by la-topolina

Rated for Mature Audiences

Warnings: Language, Violence, Sexual Content

Chapter 8/26

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I'll be late. -M

Severus crushed the note in his hand and glared at his breakfast. It was Friday morning and he didn't care to admit to himself how much he'd been anticipating that night. He also didn't care to admit to himself that he was worried over the reason that Miranda would be late. The idiot woman seemed hell-bent on getting herself killed or at least maimed on a regular basis and he would much rather that she were in one piece.

“Hem, hem, bad news?” Professor Umbridge twittered next to him, trying to read over his shoulder.

He turned his glare on Umbridge until she cleared her throat and returned to her own breakfast. Then he angrily tore open his second letter and saw Lucius Malfoy’s haughty script,

Severus,

Join us for dinner at Malfoy Manor tonight. Eight o'clock. Bring the usual.

-Lucius

Severus crumpled this note as well. Who knew how long he would have to stay at Malfoy Manor. He was in an evil mood for the rest of the day and took it out on all of his students, who were sent away with enough extra homework to keep them indoors all weekend.

His mood had not improved by the time he reached Malfoy Manor that evening. The house elf lead him into the sumptuous drawing room, but he did not spare a glance for its vaulted ceilings or prized artwork. Vincent Crabbe and Walden Macnair were already present, nursing drinks and exchanging rude stories. Lucius poured some firewhiskey into a crystal tumbler and handed it to Severus.

"Apologies for the short notice, Severus," Lucius drawled.

"I am always ready to be of service," Severus shrugged, his face a mask of boredom. He knew Lucius didn't care a bit about causing inconvenience to anyone but himself.

"We wanted your particular talents tonight.”

Severus raised an eyebrow in question and waited.

"We're having a little tart over for dinner. She's been given a task that will benefit the Dark Lord and she’s not being entirely compliant. We’re going to encourage her to return to business.”

"Over dinner? Why the pageantry?" Severus inquired dryly. He was beginning to worry that he knew exactly who this little tart was.

“It is not quite time for the Dark Lord to return publicly. This woman is a foreigner with some connections and would be missed if she simply disappeared.”

Severus eyed Vincent and Walden. "I don't see why you require my presence then. Surely those two are capable of frightening a single woman," Severus remarked.

"Afraid to get your hands dirty, Snape?" Walden growled.

Lucius held up a hand to stop the usual bickering. "I want you to slip her some veritaserum after dinner. We want to know who she is working for, particularly if that person may be Dumbledore.”

“I think I would know if Dumbledore had begun hiring foreigners,” Severus said.

Lucius smiled patronizingly. “I wouldn’t assume that Dumbledore tells you everything. The old man didn’t live to his age by telling his secrets to everyone, even if you have hoodwinked him into thinking that you are his man.”

Severus shrugged and sounded bored, "As you like. Does this woman have a name?”

“Miss Miranda Rose,” announced the house elf, leading the owner of the name into the room.

Severus groaned inwardly. Why did this woman have such a stupid occupation? What was wrong with her father that he let her work for him? If it were his daughter, he would spank her for her impertinence. Hell, he felt like spanking Miranda. He would not be able to protect her if Lucius and the others decided to torture her. He would probably have to participate to maintain his cover. He tried to tell himself that it would serve her right for her reckless behavior, but an icy fear was sitting just beneath the surface of his anger.

If she was at all nervous being left in a room alone with four larger men, she did not show it. She wore an easy smile and a stunning mermaid gown of lapis lazuli blue. Her silver hair was swept up in several braids, pinned in a complicated pattern to the back of her head. Sapphire earrings dangled from her ears and she carried a silver handbag, slung over her pretty wrist.

"So glad you could join us," Lucius said, bending over her hand and eyeing her appreciatively.

“I was delighted to receive the invitation, Mr. Malfoy,” she said, receiving his attentions gracefully.

He turned, still holding her hand, to introduce her to the rest of the company. "My associates. This is Mr. Vincent Crabbe.”

Vincent lumbered over to Miranda and took his turn bending over her hand clumsily. “Miss Rose,” he said, gruffly.

“So nice to meet you, Mr. Crabbe,” she replied, smiling warmly at him.

“And this is Mr. Walden Macnair,” Lucius continued.

Walden took the liberty of actually kissing Miranda’s hand, rather than bending over it properly. “Miss Rose,” he leered.

“Mr. Macnair, good to meet you,” she answered with another warm smile.

“And this is Professor Severus Snape,” Lucius finished.

Severus took Miranda’s hand and bent over it courteously, his face still a mask of polite boredom.

She smiled brightly and said, "Professor Snape and I have already had the pleasure.”

"Really?" Lucius eyed Severus shrewdly. Severus kept his face still, and wished that he could strangle Miranda. So much for keeping things quiet. What on earth was she going to say next?

"Yes, he was so good as to put me back together after the werewolf incident. If you recall, it happened in Cokeworth," Miranda explained smoothly.

“How fortunate,” Lucius commented, still eyeing Severus, who still said nothing. Perhaps Miranda would keep the rest of their association to herself.

“It was indeed. You have a lovely home Mr. Malfoy,” Miranda said warmly, as at ease as she would be if she were in the house of an old friend.

“Thank you. My wife supervises the decorating.”

“You are a lucky man.”

Lucius offered Miranda his arm and led her into dinner. She openly admired the arched ceilings, imposing columns, and glittering chandeliers of the dining room. The usually massive table had been shortened to accommodate a more intimate group and provide a better view of Miranda to the other diners. Lucius seated her at the foot of the table, with Walden on her right and Severus on her left and took the head of the table for himself. Vincent was between Lucius and Severus, and they made a bit of an awkward party.

Although Lucius’s intention had obviously been to isolate and frighten the woman, he did not seem to notice that it was failing spectacularly. Miranda positively scintillated at dinner, radiating charm and wit. Lucius, Vincent, and Walden were almost tripping over each other for her smiles. Severus maintained his expression of polite boredom during dinner, but he had to admit it was amusing to watch Miranda work.

“An executioner, Mr. Macnair? How daring!” she was saying, her eyes wide. “What sort of weapon do you use?”

Walden preened like a peacock and answered, “The Ministry’s tried to get me to upgrade to the new Sharp-Strike Broadsword, but I can’t give up my old Miserecordiæ Battle Axe. It’s been in the family for generations and it’s like an old friend.”

“My! You must look magnificent when you’re called to duty. How do you stand it?”

“Nerves of steel, my dear, nerves of steel.”

Vincent snorted at this and Miranda turned her smile on him. “And you, Mr. Crabbe, what do you do?”

“Do, Miss Rose?” Vincent asked. He was a stupid man, and always spoke very slowly.

“I mean, I can see that you must be a pure-blood and a nobleman, so I’m sure you spend most of your time managing your estate, but what do you do for fun?” Miranda prompted.

“Well,” Vincent was mesmerized by Miranda’s smile. “I don’t get the chance very often, but Occamy fighting can’t be beat.”

“No! Isn’t that illegal? How clever you must be to elude the authorities. And such a dangerous sport! Aren’t they known for mauling their captors?”

“Yes!” Never in his life had anyone referred to Vincent Crabbe as clever, and the already large man puffed up even more. “It’s ripping good fun though.”

“I’d love to see such a thing.” Miranda’s eyes were glittering at Vincent. “I hope an opportunity will arise while I’m in England.”

It was Lucius’s turn to scoff and Miranda turned her attention to him. “Of course, you must indulge in only the best entertainments, Mr. Malfoy,” Miranda said admiringly. “I have never seen such a fine estate as Malfoy Manor. I don’t think such things exist in America.” She lowered her eyes demurely and added, “I must admit that I was simply dying to see such a place, but I never dreamed that I would have the chance.”

Lucius gave her a patronizing smile and said, “I’m delighted to be of service.”

About this time, Severus felt Miranda’s stocking-clad foot begin to travel up the inseam of his left leg. It took all of his powers of concentration not to drop his fork.

“If I may be so bold, Mr. Malfoy, it’s so impressive to watch you advise Minister Fudge during our meetings. He must rely on you quite a bit,” Miranda observed.

“He does indeed,” Lucius confirmed arrogantly.

“And you’ve been so kind to me. I know that it’s quite exceptional for someone of my birth and connections to enjoy the notice of someone like you.” Her voice was almost a purr and when she raised her eyes to Lucius, they were smoldering.

Lucius smiled at her invitingly and drawled, “Exceptions are made for exceptional women.”

Miranda lowered her lashes again. “It’s a shame that your wife wasn’t able to join us.”

“I’m afraid she’s traveling at the moment,” Lucius said quietly.

“And your son is at school?” Miranda murmured. She was still running her foot up and down Severus’s leg and he had begun mentally reciting the one thousand magical herbs and fungi in both English and Latin to maintain his control. Merlin, this woman was reckless. And intoxicating.

“He is,” Lucius replied, completely unaware of what was going on at the other end of the table.

“You must be lonely in this big place all by yourself.” Miranda’s voice was husky and pitched just above a whisper.

“I find ways to pass the time, Miss Rose.”

“I’m sure you do.” Miranda turned her glittering eyes on Severus and asked, “Do you teach Mr. Malfoy’s son at Hogwarts, Professor?”

“Yes,” Severus answered. His voice was harsher than he meant it to be, and he finally batted her foot away with his knee. If he was going to be expected to talk, he did not want to deal with quite that much distraction, enjoyable as it was. She took the hint and kept her foot to herself. “Draco is one of the few students who shows any promise,” Severus added, his voice much steadier.

“I must say, I am glad I never had a teacher like you at Ilvermorny. I’m sure I would have been in detention constantly.” She turned her gaze back to Lucius and said conspiratorially, “I’m afraid Professor Snape thinks that I am a perfect barbarian.”

Tired of being left out of the conversation, Walden put in, “Snape’s not the best judge when it comes to women.”

Miranda rewarded Walden with a smile and continued steering the conversation for the rest of dinner. Severus was glad that the attention turned away from him and his mind wandered to how he hoped the evening would end, presuming Miranda was not murdered before he could get her back to his rooms at Hogwarts.

After dinner, they adjourned to the library. Vincent loitered in front of the door and Walden by the large bay window. Miranda still seemed completely unconcerned and allowed Lucius to seat her in a large arm chair in front of the fire. Severus’s fear that the evening would spiral out of control returned. He pushed down the fear and covered it with anger that Miranda had put herself in this situation in the first place.

"Severus, be so good as to fetch us all a drink," Lucius ordered lazily.

Severus complied, hesitating briefly before adding the veritaserum to Miranda’s glass. If truth were to be told, he rather wanted to know her secrets as much as Lucius did. If she was who she said she was, she would probably escape mostly in one piece. If she wasn’t, it was probably best to find out now before his involvement with her went on any longer.

"Do you mind if I smoke, Mr. Malfoy?" Miranda asked.

Not at all Miss Rose," Lucius replied.

She pulled a cigarette out of her sphinx covered case and Lucius lit it with a snap of his fingers. She took a long drag and crossed her legs, exposing most of one through a slit in her gown. The temperature in the room appeared to rise a few degrees and Severus presented her with her drink. She took it and Lucius proposed a toast.

"To Miss Rose," he offered, eyes glittering.

The men all drank, but Miranda simply smoked for a few moments, twirling her glass in her fingers, a little smile playing on her lips. Finally she looked sideways at Lucius and purred, "Now Mr. Malfoy, do you really expect me to drink this?"

Lucius stiffened. "I beg your pardon?”

She gave a throaty laugh. "Here I am, alone in a locked room with four former Death Eaters--alleged, of course. The Potions Master of Hogwarts just handed me a drink. Why on God's green earth would I be fool enough to drink it?"

Lucius’s tone was icy and smooth, "If you know who we are, you know it’s in your best interest to do as you're told."

She uncrossed her legs and rose from her chair like a dancer. She slinked to the table and set her drink down, then crossed to Lucius and blew a line of smoke in his face.

"Why don't you just ask me what you want to know, Mr. Malfoy?” she challenged.

"How would I know you were telling the truth when you answered?" he demanded, his anger rising.

"Let's play a little game," she circled him and then crossed to Severus and circled him as well. Severus glared at her, but said nothing. He felt that the situation was completely out of his control and he did not like the feeling.

"We're going to pretend that we're all adults and that you have hired me to do a job,” Miranda went on. “We're going to assume that I really don't give a shit about whatever your European Wizengamot is up to. Besides,” she circled back and leaned against the chair, grinning at Lucius, "I'm immune to veritaserum."

Vincent and Walden stepped forward menacingly, but Lucius shook his head.

"Or, if you'd rather do it the hard way, that's an option too," Miranda went on smoothly. "I promise not to be too rough on you.”

Lucius let out a short bark of laughter. "You are a madwoman!" he exclaimed.

"That's what Professor Snape said after the werewolf incident," she replied. "Look, Mr. Malfoy, I know you think I'm dragging my feet on the Black case but with all due respect, I work best when left to my own devices. You've called me to the Ministry for a meeting twice a week since you hired me, excepting the two weeks I was laid up at Professor Snape's house." She advanced on Malfoy again as she went on, "Every time I get some momentum going, I have to drop what I'm doing and listen to you and Fudge patronize me and now you are threatening me with a pack of thugs who obviously don't have a pair of brain cells between them to rub together. Excepting you of course, Professor Snape." She threw Severus a grin which he returned with a glare. "I simply cannot work under these conditions!" she finished dramatically.

Lucius laughed again and asked, "My dear Miss Rose, are all Americans as insane as you are?”

"Probably," she answered, smiling. "Look, I will update you via mirror once a week and I will meet with you in person once a month, like I do with all my clients. If you have a problem, you can use the mirror to contact me, or you can contact my father, I talk to him every day." She finished her cigarette and made the butt disappear into thin air. Then she ran a long finger from the bridge of Lucius’s nose down to the middle of his chest. "Now, do you think that will hold you, or do we need to get ugly?”

Lucius took her hand and kissed it hotly. "Very well Miss Rose, we will try it your way.”

"Just what every woman wants to hear," she purred. "Now, if there is nothing else, I'd like to say good night to you gentlemen. Severus and I were supposed to be fucking at least an hour ago and I'm a perfect bitch when I'm horny.”

Lucius laughed harder at that than anything else she'd said all evening. Severus continued to glare at her as though he were as likely to kill her as do anything else to her. Lucius kissed Miranda's cheek, slapped Severus on the back, and ushered both of them out of the Manor.

"To Hogwarts?" asked Miranda when they were outside.

"Indeed," Severus growled and they disappeared.

Severus made a grab at Miranda's arm when they reappeared outside the wards at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but she eluded him and started striding purposefully and fearlessly towards the entrance to the dungeons. She kept well ahead of him and he followed her, becoming angrier by the second. What did she think she was doing? Didn't she realize how much danger she had been in? She might think that her status as an American protected her, but Severus strongly doubted this. Were all Americans as insufferably arrogant as this one?

"Lily," Miranda murmured as the reached the entrance. She had her wand ready and unlocked his door when they reached it as well, and disappeared into his sitting room. he slowed his pace, like a cat stalking its prey. He entered his rooms and closed the door behind them extremely slowly, then turned, intending to give Miranda a thorough tongue lashing.

Before he could begin, she was in his arms, kissing his cheek and laughing merrily. "You see, I told you I've dealt with men like Malfoy before."

"You are fortunate that you aren't dead," he snapped. Honestly, underneath his anger, he felt rather relieved and a bit impressed that she’d managed to talk herself out of that situation, but he didn’t want her to know that. The last thing he wanted to do was encourage her foolish behavior. Who knew when her luck would run out?

She rolled her eyes at him, "Don't be silly. Malfoy’s a bully. When I didn't cower or cry, he didn't know what to do with me. The rest was easy.”

"I seem to recall that we agreed to keep our involvement quiet."

She sighed. “That is true and I am sorry. I was a bit surprised when I saw you in the drawing room tonight, and I had to improvise.”

“And what would you have done if I hadn't been there?" he demanded. "They could have done anything to you.”

“I would have done basically the same thing I did with you there,” she shrugged. “It would have taken longer and been much more tiresome, though. I would have been stalled in the library after dinner while Malfoy, Crabbe, and Macnair all competed to get me into bed. I’d have had to jolly them along until they were too drunk to see straight, and you would have been in a perfectly awful mood by the time I was able to get here. Not that you’re in a very good mood right now.”

"You are seriously underestimating these men!"

She laughed again. "They aren't the sharpest tools in the shed. Some wizards have realized that magic is the great equalizer, and that a witch can be as dangerous as a warlock. Malfoy didn’t even take my wand away when I entered his house. Men like that so easily manipulated by beauty and a little flirting. Now, if you had planned the evening, then I might have been worried. You are obviously the most dangerous one of the lot.”

"You won't get anywhere by flattering me.”

She finally pushed away from him, "Relax, Severus! I think you're just angry that I didn't need to you come to my rescue. I can take care of myself!”

"I seriously doubt that."

He glared at her silently as she threw herself into his armchair and kicked off her shoes.

“How long have you known I was a Death Eater?" he finally asked quietly.

She shrugged. "I know a lot about you. You're linked to Malfoy, so I've been investigating you as well. Professor Severus Snape, born January 9th, 1960 in Cokeworth, England. Son of Tobais Snape, an alcoholic laborer and Eileen Snape, née Prince, a witch, Hogwarts, class of 1950. You were usually found in the company of one Lily Evans as a child who, interestingly, became the mother of one Harry Potter, the so-called ‘Boy Who Lived.’ You attended Hogwarts 1971 to 1979 and particularly distinguished yourself in Potions and Defense agains the Dark Arts. You became a Death Eater, I assume shortly after graduation. You became Potions Master at Hogwarts in 1981 at the tender age of twenty-one. You received a pardon the end of the First Wizarding War and continued in your position at Hogwarts. Although you apparently keep in touch with your old friends.” She gave him a tired smile and added, “Shall I go on? I was hoping to be off the clock by now.”

His face had become a cold mask while she went through her recitation. When she finished, he slowly drew his wand and crossed the room to her. He placed the tip of it on her lovely throat and drawled, ”Doesn't it concern you in the least that you are alone with me?”

She held his gaze, looking amused by his show of aggression. "You've had plenty of opportunities to kill me so far. If you haven't done it yet, why would you do it tonight?”

Her boldness only fed Severus’s anger. He wanted to scare her. He wanted her to take seriously the danger she was courting. "Are you so sure I haven't been planning to do just that?”

She ran a graceful foot slowly up his inseam again. "Now, darling, if you wanted to kill me, you'd have done it the minute we walked in the door. I am very confident in my ability to judge character. You are an efficient killer. You don't make things complicated, you just do what needs to be done." She reached her hands up to his throat and began undoing the buttons of his dress robes.

"You are the most insufferable woman I have ever met," he growled, trying not to let show how much she was affecting him.

"I get that all the time.” She laughed, dark and throaty. "But can you honestly tell me that you didn't love my performance? Can you honestly say that you weren't absolutely wild to have me?”

His wand drifted away from her neck. His anger at her and lust for her had been at war all evening, and lust was finally getting the upper hand. “Stop fishing for compliments, you little minx,” he murmured.

"Do you know what I like best about these high collars that you wear?" she asked.

"Hmmm?" He didn't trust his voice.

"That they'll hide whatever marks I make under them," she purred, and bit him.

He groaned and swept her off the chair, into his bedroom, slamming the door with his foot as he went.

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End Note:

N.B. According to Pottermore.com, Occamys are plumed, two-legged winged creatures with serpentine bodies. I imagine this is the cock-fighting of the wizarding world.

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[senlinyu]

Hi Sen! Happy holidays :) I read your response about Snape’s attitude towards H and was so fascinated about how it factored into the Order’s decision to betray D asap. How do you imagine Snape felt when he suggested to Voldy to send H to D? (Besides thinking about the unbreakable vow)

I think Severus was quite emotion adverse, which only made his feelings regarding Hermione and Draco more complicated. I think he was horrified by what happened, because when Voldemort wanted Hermione under Severus’ supervision it was _only_ as a prisoner.

So when Severus demurred the assignment, it was with the assumption that Draco would by default the obvious alternative, who could keep her safe and protected until there was a means of getting her safely out of Europe.

And there was—a mixture of intentions in that despite the fact it was necessary. On the one hand, he was giving Draco an opportunity to be with Hermione for a while before they coordinated her escape. But whomever Hermione’s keeper was would be the one who’s cover would be blown. Snape had to have it assigned to Draco, because of the restrictions Snape was under because of that Unbreakable Vow, but at the same time, I think there was a touch of spite in him towards Draco for having let Hermione out-wit him and be captured. Severus regarded Draco as entirely undeserving of Hermione, and I think the extent of Dramione’s reciprocated desperate affection for each other was a bit like sandpaper on Snape’s soul because of the parallels between them and his feelings for Lily Potter.

But then Stroud interfered and got Hermione retained without the Surrogacy Program so that she wasn’t _just_ Draco’s prisoner.

Severus wouldn’t have refused if he’d had any idea that doing so would result in Hermione remaining a surrogate. He would have just risked taking her with him to Romania.

[josiecarioca]

Tumblr deleted the older version so here´s a new, more demure version of this

Severus Snape x Evelyn Black 

(Yet to be written) Kink prompt: spanking, hopefully will be a part of the��“Earthly Delights” series in the future. Wish me luck)