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A toilet and a pumpkin pastry (R)
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Title: A toilet and a pumpkin pastry
Author: Jerry (me) and Hanna (my girlfriend)
Rating: R
Genre: Angst, Humor, Romance, Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: Slash, sex, oddness, somewhat... uhm... unorthodox pairings
Summary: This is the strange and winding tale of how a Hogwarts toilet and one particularily soggy pumpkin pastry changed the course of the world. It's up to you to decide if it's for good or bad.
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No, thank you, those lemondrops give me a hearthburn.
Mana-mana...
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Chapter one, part one
« Reply #1 on: Dec 3rd, 2008, 2:06pm » |
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”See ya, Snivellus!”
Sticks and stones and all that, but Severus had a feeling that he would indeed be seeing those boys again, and perhaps then they would be capable of actually hurting him. He was quite right.
It developed into a form of personal vendetta, the kind that could (and probably would) go on for years. It wasn’t so bad a first, with only James and Sirius to worry about, but it didn’t take very long before Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew joined the club. They were only too happy to go after the sullen, solitary Slytherin that must obviously be a really nasty type since their friends didn’t like him, and somewhere around there a line was crossed. What had begun as mere exchanges of snide remarks and perhaps the occasional tripping now became a matter of conjuring up ‘better’ and ‘funnier’ so-called ‘pranks.’
Severus looked it up in a dictionary. A prank is defined as ‘a trick that is intended to be amusing but not to cause harm or damage.’
Now that was rather amusing, or would have been if he hadn’t been so sore from all the burns caused by them adding something in his kettle during Potions class, causing the whole thing to spurt like a geyser all over him. He’d managed to get through the day, though, without giving them the satisfaction of seeing him cry. However, when his bladder informed him that it was time to go, he simply couldn’t stop the tears from falling as soon as he’d locked the door, and that was why he ran away in panic when his tormenters thought of the spiffy idea to practise the newly learned alohomora spell on the cubicle door with a cheering crowd behind them.
History is made by strange things. Falling apples, timeturners, love or a toilet cubicle. Anything has the potential to change the world (yes, even you) and in this case, History would take a different path because of remorse felt by an eleven years old boy.
Sirius hadn’t known what they’d see once they’d opened the door – then again, there are only so many things one can occupy oneself with inside a toilet cubicle, except for the obvious. He hadn’t counted on finding Snape crying. What he had counted on was that it was going to be hysterically funny, and was both shocked and horrified to find that it wasn’t. It was just sad and awkward, and it made him feel like the worst kind of bastard.
And he couldn’t forget about it. That night, he tossed and turned in his bed for several hours before managing to drift into sleep and confused dreams about running from toilet to toilet without ever finding on that was vacant, and everyone was standing around, laughing…
The day after, he kept throwing guilty looks at Snape’s empty seat all through breakfast, and when the skinny Slytherin turned up ten minutes late for Charms, spent most of his time at the furthest corner of the classroom, and excused himself five minutes before class ended, Sirius couldn’t take it anymore. As soon as class was over he went in search for the other boy.
Snape was sitting under a tree by the lake, for all the world reading a book. Closer examination revealed that his eyes weren’t moving, and in any case it would have been a difficult task turning page even if he’d wanted to, since his hands were frozen stiff by the bone-chilling autumn wind.
Sirius approached with warily, unsure of what to say or do. Apologising wasn’t something e was good at, and he hadn’t made much effort to improve by practising. It shook him, though, to see how he’d affected Snape.
“Um… Sni… I mean, Severus?”
Snape’s head snapped up, his eyes widening, and a heartbeat later he was scrambling clumsily to his feet while apparently trying to back away, and not having much luck seeing as the tree was still very much there.
“Wuh-what?! What d-do you want?” It could, of course, be that Snape was shaking with cold, or that he’d always had a small stutter, or that he’d been startled by Sirius’ sudden appearance… or, of course, it could be that he was more or less scared stiff of the other boy. Sirius had to concede that the latter alternative sounded like the most likely one.
“Nothing! That is, I’m not going to do anything. To you, I mean. Er… That is… I wanted to say… uh… that I’m sort of… reallysorrywedidthattoyouokay?”
Severus was stunned, and definitively not sure he’d heard it right. “Y…you what?”
Sirius was on the verge of saying something along the lines of, ‘You mean I have to say it again?’, but realised in time that this would probably not be the best way of appealing to Snape’s sense of forgiveness. Instead, he hung his head, glad for an opportunity to avert his eyes, and repeated his apology in a somewhat more coherent manner.
Severus had no idea to react, and thus opted for the ‘blank stare’ approach.
Sirius shuffled his feet uncomfortably. “Look... I... I know it’s mostly us that have been... uhm... but if I promise that we’ll stop, couldn’t we just...?”
“You know you guys are bastards, right? Why should I forgive you?” The words flew out of Severus, liberated by Sirius willingness to negotiate a truce. A blush immediately bloomed on his cheeks and he backed away, expecting a punch or... something.
Sirius also flinched away, blushing, and for an observer it would probably have looked rather comical. Thankfully, no observer was present, because for a moment Sirius really did want to hit Snape, and had there been anyone there to witness his humiliation... As it was, he glared at the other boy for a few seconds, before letting loose of a resigned sigh. “I know, okay? I know we’ve been scum. That’s why I wanted to apologise. Because... because I don’t want to be... someone who makes others... uh... sad.”
“Oh... well... alright then.” Yes, it was sudden, but Severus was a Slytherin after all, and what would be gained if he gryffindorishly stuck to his pride? Sure he wanted to, but he was alone and their name was Legion, for they were many.
There was an awkward silence. Actually, awkward didn’t quite cover it, but Sirius was at a moment a bit stumped for words, and in any case had other things to try to figure out that were more urgent. Like, what the hell to say next.
After staring very productively at his shoes, he finally fished a squashed and rather soggy pumpkin pastry out of his pocket, clumsily unwrapping the sticky paper. “Uhm... want some?” he ventured, offering the crumbling pastry to the other boy.
Understanding dawned in Severus’ eyes. “Oh, I get it, you were sent here to pretend to apologise just so you could give me that. You’ve probably hexed it, or put dog poo in it or…whatever!”
“No! That’s not at all…” Sirius looked positively horrified. It hadn’t even occurred to him that Snape would take it that way. He considered getting angry, but when he thought about it, that was exactly the sort of thing he and his friends might’ve come up with, so who was to blame Snape for being suspicious? “Look, I understand why you’d think… But here, wait, I’ll have some of it…” He took a rather healthy bite from one corner of the pastry. “Shee,” he said, spraying crumbs, “I didn’t do anything to it.”
Still looking suspicious, Severus accepted what must be though of as the peace offering and took a bite. A small bite. He hated pumpkin in all forms.
Sirius smiled encouragingly. “See? Isn’t this a lot better? It was all so silly, don’t you think? Being enemies and all that. Yeah, I know, it was mostly our fault, but that will change now! I’ll talk to the others. I’m sure they’ll agree that it’s better if we just…” He prattled on cheerfully, and Severus wondered if Black would always be this talkative, because then he wasn’t sure if things were really about to improve.
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No, thank you, those lemondrops give me a hearthburn.
Mana-mana...
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