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04 March 2010 @ 05:24 pm
Flist Challenge: Rarepair Drabble, Snape/Ginny  
It's that time again, folks! I challenge you, my flist, to write me drabbles between 100 and 500 words (or any length you fancy) of the rarepair I choose each week. I will give you the pairing, which can be the prompt in and of itself, if you wish, a quote, a couple of words, and a song, which you can take separately or together.

If you write a story/drabble/whatever, at least link me to it where you post it! Think outside the box! It can be romantic, gen, whatever you wish.

While I know there are many fests going on right now, if your muse is anything like mine, you need occasional distractions. Please let this be it!


~ Severus Snape / Ginny Weasley
~ "One's first love is always perfect until one meets one's second love." Elizabeth Aston
~ doppelganger, repeat
~ portion, attempt, gaze
~ Pretty When You Cry by VAST
~ Janie's Got a Gun by Aerosmith

Why this pairing? Well, I've wanted a really dark story featuring Snape's obsession with Lily transferred to Ginny for awhile, and this seems like a good opportunity. However! If the muse bites in another way, or in a gen way, or whatever, feel free to follow it!

Have another rarepair you'd like to see in the future? Let me know! I have a couple on my list already, ready to be used when I'm feeling the muse.

Obviously, I'm crazy. But will someone still write me something?
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Gelseygelsey on March 4th, 2010 10:37 pm (UTC)
Hee! And here I was afraid it wasn't going to be well-received...

babsbybendbabsbybend on March 5th, 2010 01:47 am (UTC)
Yeesh. I did NOT see that one coming.

Not only is the pairing "three fries short of a happy meal", but the toy's missing and the drink's spilled.
Gelseygelsey on March 5th, 2010 12:57 pm (UTC)
Well, you can write a simple gen piece if you wish!

I thought the icon was apt, LOL. <3 Love your additions to it.
babsbybendbabsbybend on March 5th, 2010 04:43 pm (UTC)
Thanks! When I'm at McD's I almost always get a cheeseburger Happy Meal.
babsbybend: Teacher!Snapebabsbybend on March 5th, 2010 07:57 pm (UTC)
Double Detention

It's easier, so much easier to keep an eye on disaster-prone Harry Potter by having him in this office, copying out the detention records of his father and his friends. And it's ironic, of course, that he himself devised the curse that led to Harry's current predicament.

Of course, Snape has other uses for the boy's detention--getting more material for Professor Vindictus Viradian's collection of hexes, for example. As well as seeming useful to the caretaker, Filch.

He knows that no one served detention for anything that they did to the boy Severus, a sore spot after all these years; but then again, he never served for that curse that sliced Potter's cheek. Until now.

He watches from the window as the Quidditch teams went off to their game. Lily's Doppelganger Ginny can be easily spotted. Her red hair is just a shade off from Lily's, though the girl's haircuts are different.

Lily didn't play Quidditch; he remembers her school robes being caught by the wind, twisting around her, and her laughter as they joined the mass of spectators. He attempts for a brief moment to imagine Lily was a Quidditch player, then pushes the thought aside.

Snape takes another sip of tea, not offering any to Harry. "Beautiful day for a match." He would have liked to have watched it in the spring air.

He doesn't think that Ginny and Harry as a couple would last. Ginny, after all, is a flirt. The Slytherins keep an eye on the behaviours of all Purebloods; Draco, on the dealings of Harry Potter. Gossip about the Gryffindors is a constant in the Common room. Snape wonders what the Hufflepuffs talk about in theirs.

"And afterwards, I'm sure that everyone will be off snogging by the lake," he says, going back to his desk and getting out the tedious pile of paperwork. Anything to block the memory of Lily's red hair and James' dark, together at the lake, together now in the grave, together now in their son, who sits scowling before him.

"No game next weekend; it's the trip to the village for everyone. Except you, of course." And me, he mentally adds. Snape could not afford to spend money there when he was a student. Happily, those were the times he had Lily's attentions to himself...until that day.

His tea tastes like soap.

"It's a beautiful day," he repeats, bringing himself back to the present. "But I'm sure that you'll find there that your father spent a lot of time inside on days like today too." He nods to the stack of detention cards.

Snape shuffles through his papers. Ginny's handwriting is nothing like Lily's. He looks over her test paper, and marks three answers as wrong. Lily would have gotten them correct. He remembers Lily in his potions class and Prof. Slughorn's joking with them, encouraging them in their joint assignments.

That's a memory of Ginny you will never have, he thinks with bitter satisfaction, as he marks another answer as wrong.

Gelseygelsey on March 5th, 2010 09:44 pm (UTC)
Oh, very poignant in a way. You can feel Snape's bitterness and vindictive satisfaction in the differences between Lily and Ginny and how they affect POtter. Excellent!
babsbybend: sunshinebabsbybend on March 5th, 2010 09:53 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I'm glad it worked out.
talesofsnape: Antiherotalesofsnape on March 11th, 2010 12:46 pm (UTC)
Hee! Snape is so delightfully (for us) bitter here. He's just so very talented when it comes to twisting the knife, even when he's hurting himself in the process.
babsbybendbabsbybend on March 11th, 2010 09:32 pm (UTC)
Thanks for a great review!
talesofsnape: Young Severustalesofsnape on March 9th, 2010 11:23 pm (UTC)

His informant had been correct.

Predictably, the door was locked when he reached his destination. Snape's hand travelled over the ancient wood, and in its wake the room beyond was revealed.

A dark head was visible over the foam that topped the prefect's bath.

At the far end of the room a lithe teenaged girl posed in a skirt too short for decency, especially from the angle her companion was watching. Her hair spilled over her back, glowing like a slow-burning fire in the candlelight. She lowered her blouse from her shoulders to show the virginal white bra, probably chosen by her mother.

Snape shifted awkwardly, adjusting himself as she undid the zip of her skirt and eased it over her hips until it fell around her bare feet. She performed for the boy, but as she turned, arms crossed over her breasts Snape knew she meant it for him, too. He could have sworn she stared straight at him with her bright green eyes, as she coquettishly bared the swell of her adolescent breasts, and reached behind her back to unfasten the damned cantilever contraption that pushed them up and together in such a provactive fashion.

One fingertip absently traced the bow of his lips as his other hand delved in his trouser pocket, alternately stroking and squeezing

She played shy again once she let the wisp of fabric fall crossing her arms again to briefly hide her perfect— too large nipples. Snape grimaced, arranging his outer robes to conceal the last traces of his rapidly disappearing arousal and broke the scrying spell on the door.

With a barked word, he blew the door inward in time to catch Miss Weasley with her equally virginal knickers around her knees and Mister Corner taking himself in hand. "Fifty points from Gryffindor, Miss Weasley," he sneered. "And—" Snape fixed on the erection Corner floundered to conceal. "I suppose we cannot penalise Ravenclaw too much for such a small indiscretion. Ten points from Ravenclaw. I will advise Madam Pomfrey to expect you both in the hospital wing after breakfast on Saturday for a thorough medical followed by detention. Now, get dressed and go to your houses."

Snape waited until the two of them had run off in opposite directions to loose a sigh. Poppy would be glad of the help, the recent outbreak of stomach flu meant she was using an indecent number of bedpans. She would not only check both the children for STDs, but ensure that the girl took appropriate precautions to prevent pregnancy. Snape wasn't naive enough to think that this was either their first or last tryst, but if he had his way she at least wouldn't end up having pregnancy scares every other month. Like the real Lily.

Note: Used the Chamber of Secrets version of Ginny's eye colour. It doesn't become brown until DH.

Gelseygelsey on March 10th, 2010 01:49 am (UTC)
Hee! Pervy!Snape! In some way, he is kinda understandable. If creepy. And how one physical difference did in the fantasy for him.

I love Snape's sarcasm to Corner and Snape's punishment. Excellent! Thanks so much for participating.

I always wondered about the eye color. At one point, I also thought it was blue... JKR is really bad about some details.
talesofsnape: Always Purpletalesofsnape on March 10th, 2010 08:55 am (UTC)
I think there's enough leeway in the character for him to be creepy, especially when it comes to his obsession. When he came to himself, though, it's straight back to teacher mode.

I don't know whether in DH JKR forgot she'd given Ginny green eyes, or whether she just decided no one would remember. I suspect she also thought the whole Harry/Ginny thing was getting a bit like him shagging his mother, but it's really annoying when she does stuff like that. Though, as you can probably tell, I pick and choose which version I go with according to what fits with what I'm writing.


Edited at 2010-03-10 08:56 am (UTC)
Gelseygelsey on March 10th, 2010 11:38 pm (UTC)
Nodnod. Exactly. There is much leeway, especially with the last book, for him to be creepy (I mean, practically stalking Lily when he was just a boy, honestly).

It would be a bit like that--but then, orphan boys... well, it's also understandable. Though her track record on changes is really quite full.

Picking and choosing is very acceptable. I do it all the time, LOL.
(Anonymous) on March 11th, 2010 07:15 am (UTC)
I stumbled across this and it inspired me to write down a little something I've had in my head for a while now. (You said you wanted dark)...


talesofsnape: PMStalesofsnape on March 11th, 2010 12:43 pm (UTC)
Hi! I'd love to read what you came up with, but I'm wary of visiting ffn since so many people have had virus problems there lately. Is it posted anywhere else? Or could you post it in the comment thread here?
(Anonymous) on March 11th, 2010 04:06 pm (UTC)
He knew, from the moment she became Mrs. Potter, that he would fuck her. How could he resist?

They had no doubt sent the invitation as a gesture. No one would have expected him to show up. Yet there he sat. He wanted…he needed…to see her like this. That red mane of hair he had fantasized about so often seemed to glow even brighter than usual. She stood at the altar in her perfect white dress, the very image of virtue.

He grew hard at the thought of spoiling her, of taking what wasn't his, of taking what belonged to another man…to that man.

Potter's hand closed around hers as he slipped the ring on her finger. Severus watched from the back row, holding the image in his mind, storing it for later.


She wasn't easy to seduce. Her devotion to her husband bordered on obsessive. But then, that was part of the challenge. The redhead had a wild streak that Potter had never quite seen, an attraction to the dark that her husband had always tried to ignore. Severus exploited it.

They floated around the same social circles so frequently that it was easy to steal moments alone with her. A casual touch at a dinner, a chance passing in the corridor during a ball. He slipped in subtle innuendo, discrete enough at first that she would convince herself that he couldn't possibly have meant what she thought he meant. And then more daring, more direct. An offer that she couldn't pretend not to understand.

He offered her a dangerous edge to her happy domesticity, one that she wouldn't refuse.


He took her hard and rough, showing none of the love that her husband would have. His hand fisted in her silky red hair as he thrust.

"Mrs. Potter," he groaned as he emptied himself into her.

Her offended glare let him know that she had understood perhaps more than he had anticipated.

She gathered her shirt and pulled it back over her head in a huff.

"You could at least grant me the courtesy of not calling me by another woman's name."

He leaned back against the headboard, enjoying the aftermath of his perfect orgasm.

"It's your name too," he smirked lazily.

"We both know which one you meant."

She slammed the door behind her.
talesofsnape: PP SS Hugtalesofsnape on March 11th, 2010 04:16 pm (UTC)
Ooh! Thank you!

That is just wonderfully dark and twisted and yet I still found myself cheering Severus on and thinking after the way he was treated by Lily and James he deserved his moment of triumph, even though it was Harry and Ginny who suffered rather than the real culprits.

Brava! Just a teeny typo wrong discreet/discrete.