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08 September 2007 @ 05:04 pm
Fic: Moste Potente Potions  
Title: Moste Potente Potions
Pairing: Sirius/Snape (Marauder’s Era)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Underage groping.
Disclaimer: Alas, nothing is mine.
Summary: Snape brews a potion and Sirius takes a long nap.
A/N: Sixth part in my WIP Snack series. Previous parts are Midnight Company, Best Laid Plans, Mischief Managed, Revelations and Realizations and The One That Really Matters.

Eh, if I went to Hogwarts I would be terrible at Potions. I really don't know much about the qualities of different ingredients or what goes to which potion. There will be two more chapters and an epilogue after this one. Feedback is always appreciated :)

Moste Potente Potions

The Potions classroom was empty and quiet. A heavy layer of snow had piled against the tall windows and the blue midday sky was hardly visible. Here and there a weak December sun forced its rays on the stone floor, but the lighting in the classroom was dim. Severus pointed his wand at the torches on the wall. They burst into flames, filling the room with a warm yellowish glow. He took a seat at his usual table and set the equipment he'd brought with him on the wooden surface. The holidays would start the next day and the final Potions lesson of the term had been some days ago. All around the castle people were getting ready for Christmas, waving around their tickets for the Hogwarts Express. And in 24 hours the hallways would be empty of the chattering students.

Severus saw the classroom door open with a creak and for a moment he feared Professor Slughorn had decided to leave the peace and quiet of his sitting room. Severus straightened up and gripped the book he had brought with him, ready to hide it under his robes. When he saw the stealthy form of Sirius Black slip through the crack in the doorway, Severus relaxed and leaned back in his seat. He watched as the Gryffindor strode through the classroom and came to stand before his table. Black seemed to be in a cheerful mood; his grey eyes were glinting with anticipation. He was out of breath and looked like he had run his way down to the dungeons.

“I got your note,” Sirius said, waving a piece of paper in front of his face. “You got a plan?” he asked eagerly and eyed the objects on the table. Severus had brought his cauldron, a silver knife, a wooden cutting board and a heavy book. He gave a nod and watched as Sirius took a seat next to him.

“What's all this, then?” Sirius asked, peeking into the empty cauldron and fingering the knife.

“I might be able to brew a potion that will allow you to spend the holidays at Hogwarts.” Severus glanced at Sirius. “That is what you want, isn't it?” he asked, still unable to believe that a member of the noble family of Black could be so keen to avoid his relatives.

Sirius gave an eager nod. He fixed his eyes on the book in front of them. “Moste Potente Potions,” he read and frowned as he saw the heavy padlock. “This is from the Restricted Section,” Sirius said in a disapproving tone, shooting Severus a doubtful look. “That stuff is dangerous. You could kill me!”

Severus arched one eyebrow and gave Sirius a sneer. “Don't you trust me?” When the Gryffindor looked genuinely worried, Severus sighed and dropped the sneer. “For Merlin's sake, Black, I'm not going to poison you.” Sirius didn't look convinced and he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. Severus watched him with an offended gleam in his black eyes. “If you don't want my help, I'll be more than happy to-”

“All right, fine,” Sirius agreed hastily. He leaned forward in his seat and slammed the book open. Severus watched silently as Sirius began to turn the frail pages. The book was full of complex spells and each one contained detailed illustrations. “Bloody hell,” Sirius whispered, his eyes wide. “We're not using that one,” he informed and pointed at a picture of a man covered in fist-sized boils. “Veritaserum, Shrinking solution, Love potion,” Sirius read aloud as he flipped through the pages, grinning at a picture of a lovesick wizard who was attempting to rip his heart out of his chest. Severus shook his head at every single potion. None of them would do. They needed something relatively harmless, but powerful enough to fool the staff and Mr and Mrs Black. They would also need a simple antidote or a way to prevent the effect from lasting throughout the holidays.

Sirius turned the page and paused. “What the hell is 'Draught of the Living Death'?” Severus took the book from Sirius's hands and studied the page. Sirius swallowed hard, horrified. Snape wasn't actually thinking of brewing this particular potion, was he? The Slytherin traced a slender finger across his lips as he considered the long description on the page. Sirius moved his eyes back to the book and frowned. “There's no way I'm drinking anything that has the word 'death' in its name,” Sirius said, shaking his head vigorously, his hair jumping about his face.

“Relax, Black,” Severus said in an irritated tone. To Sirius's surprise, he closed the book. “We won't use this, it's too risky. But it's given me an idea.” Severus got up from his seat and headed toward the storeroom where Slughorn kept all his ingredients. Sirius watched him from the table, confusion visible on his face. Severus bewitched the lock on the door open and disappeared inside the dark storeroom.

Sirius remained at the table and waited, fidgeting nervously in his chair. He could see the pale light of the Slytherin's wand amid the darkness. Sirius drummed his fingers against the tabletop, his gaze sweeping the classroom. The surrounding walls were full of shelves, each of them packed with class jars. Sirius eyed the pickled animals that floated inside them, his nose wrinkling in disgust. Severus finally emerged from the shadows. He was carrying a bunch of ingredients in his arms and taking a seat next to Sirius, he laid them carefully on the table. Sirius gave him a questioning look but Severus ignored him, seemingly concentrating. Sirius watched as the Slytherin used his wand to fill the cauldron with water. He set it on the cast iron stand and pointed the wand at the bottom. Flames burst alive beneath the black cauldron and Sirius leaned back as he felt their heat on his face. He gave a restless sigh and cast his anxious eyes on the quiet boy. Severus grabbed his silver knife and began to cut a rat spleen. Sirius swallowed and smacked his mouth in disgust. “Do you mind telling me what it is we're preparing here? I mean, I'm the one who has to drink it.”

The sliver knife didn't cease its cutting and Severus's brow was furrowed in concentration, but he gave Sirius a quick glance. “'The Draught of the Living Death' puts you in a deep sleep,” he spoke, tossing the sliced rat spleen in the cauldron. “But if something went wrong, you could wake up and be thirty,” Severus explained and smirked as he saw the Gryffindor flinch in horror. He moved on to the next ingredient while Sirius waited for him to continue. “But a simple Sleeping Draught is just what we need. It won't be dangerous but you'll definitely be in the hospital wing when everyone else is taking the train home,” Severus finished and paused to stir the cauldron.

Sirius sighed in relief. He slid into a more relaxed position and allowed Severus to work on his potion. He hadn't spotted any flaws in the plan. The thought of not going home for Christmas was as satisfying as winning the Quidditch Cup. He wouldn't have to go to London where the Muggle vehicles turned the snow into grey slush. And instead of having to be face to face with his hated relatives, Sirius would get to stay at Hogwarts - with Severus. A sly grin spread on his lips and he turned his eyes to the Slytherin. Severus was stirring the potion, his face screwed in concentration. Most of the ingredients had disappeared into the cauldron. As Sirius watched Severus begin to cut a Sopohorous bean, he realized the heavy book remained closed. “Don't you need instructions?” he asked. “What if you get it wrong?” The knife in the Slytherin's hand pressed deep into the wooden cutting board, and Severus turned his head slowly. He shot Sirius a piercing look.
“Trust me, I won't,” he said flatly. He continued to cut the beans and tossed the bits in the steaming cauldron. “This isn't a complex potion,” Severus continued after a while. “Besides, the instructions in the book are lacking.”

“Lacking?” Sirius asked, his brow furrowing. “How do you know that? We're only students,” he pointed out. Severus's lips curved up to a smirk. Sirius guessed there was a good reason he was one of Slughorn's favorite students. A few months ago he wouldn't have thought if possible, but as he watched Severus work on the potion, Sirius decided the Slytherin had his full trust. He let his eyes wander as Severus continued to stir the cauldron. Sirius was reminded of the last time they had been alone in the Potions classroom. He smirked at the memory.

"The potion will have to brew for a while," Severus said and used his wand to reduce the flames. He stood up from his seat and froze as Sirius, with a grin on his lips, did the same. Facing the Gryffindor, Severus gave him a questioning look. "Do you mind getting out of the way?" Severus tried to get past the slightly taller boy but Sirius kept blocking his way, the smile on his face turning more and more wicked. "Black." Severus frowned. "I have to return the leftovers," he said, pointing at the scraps of Wormwood and Sopohorous bean.

"What's your hurry?" Sirius asked in a low voice and began to edge closer.

Severus stumbled back and sat down in his chair. Sirius's larger frame was looming above him. "Black," Severus whispered, his face turning toward the wooden door. "Someone could walk in on us."

"Slughorn is in his sitting room, probably enjoying a nice glass of brandy," Sirius spoke as he rubbed his palms against Severus's inner thighs. Severus licked his lips, his eyes shifting from Sirius to the doorway and back again. “We won't be bothered,” Sirius whispered, letting his hands travel up. He pushed Severus's dark robes aside to get a clear view of his crotch. Sirius grinned, his lower lip caught between his teeth. This time he was full of his usual self-confidence and there wasn't a trace of butterflies in his stomach. The cauldron kept bubbling quietly on the table and somewhere in the distant hallways a bunch of Slytherin girls were giggling loudly.

“What are you doing on Christmas Day?” Sirius asked. He pressed his palm against Snape's crotch without a warning. The Slytherin jumped in his seat, his hips thrusting upwards. “Well?” Sirius whispered as Severus remained quiet. He gave the boy a gentle squeeze through the grey trousers.

“I... I have two essays to write,” Severus stammered, gasping as Sirius gave him another squeeze. “And there's a book I need to...” He couldn't finish the sentence as Sirius's hands grew bolder. The potion in the cauldron was beginning to bubble more loudly. Severus turned his face away from the Gryffindor kneeling between his thighs and glanced at the boiling cauldron.

Sirius was oblivious to everything around them. “Do you think it would be possible,” he began, his other hand now slipping underneath the waist of the Slytherin's trousers. “To maybe take a break from studying,” Sirius smiled as he felt Severus grow hard under his palm. “And spend the holidays with me?”

“Black, I...” Severus blinked as his eyes began to close against his will. The cauldron gave a hiss and he snapped his attention back to the potion. “Wait,” Severus whispered, shoving Sirius's hands away. “Stop,” he hissed as Sirius tried to continue his ministrations. “The potion is boiling over... Let go, Black.” Sirius groaned and sat back on his heels. Severus turned in his seat and extinguished the flames. “It's ready,” Severus informed and Sirius stood up from the floor.

Sirius peeked into the cauldron. The potion was dark purple. He watched as Severus took out a small glass vial and removed the stopper. Severus narrowed his black eyes in concentration and studied the thick liquid. “What are you doing?” Sirius asked.

“Quiet,” the Slytherin snapped. “I have to think.” He took out a pipette he'd gotten from the storeroom and began to fill it with the purple potion. Sirius watched as Severus, using his fingernail to mark the limit, emptied the pipette into the bottle. He put the stopper back on and handed the vial to Sirius. “It's a little stronger than the average Sleeping Draught. That amount should put you to sleep for exactly 48 hours,” Severus explained as Sirius held the vial against a small ray of sunlight. “If you take it tonight, you'll be awake the night before Christmas Eve.”

“Brilliant.” Sirius grinned as he realized he was holding a way out of the miserable family get-together. “Thanks,” he said, turning his eyes to Severus. The other boy lowered his gaze, pursing his lips as if he were trying to keep from smiling. Sirius pocketed the vial and laid his hand on Snape's thigh. “I'll repay you,” Sirius said in a low voice, giving Severus a suggestive look. “If you let me.”


Sirius entered his dormitory and stepped into a scene of utter chaos. His friends were in the middle of packing their trunks and most of their things lay scattered on their beds and all over the floor. Sirius just barely dodged one of Peter's dirty socks which flew straight at him. Peter was lost halfway in his trunk, trying to make room for all the things he needed to pack.

“Where the blazes have you been?” James asked Sirius and knelt in front of his trunk. “I thought you said you'd only go to the bathroom.” He was trying to fit his Quidditch robes on top of a pile of dirty magazines. “Bloody hell,” he groaned, unsuccessful.

“Do you really need those?” Remus asked from his own trunk. James gave him a horrified look, staring at his magazine collection with affectionate eyes. “I meant the robes,” Remus sighed. “There will be no Quidditch matches between Gryffindor and Slytherin in your backyard. You don't have to pack your entire wardrobe.”
James didn't say anything but he removed the Quidditch robes from his trunk. He turned his attention back to Sirius who had moved to sit on his bed. “What took you so long? You were gone for over an hour.”

“I... There was a girl,” Sirius mumbled from his bed, fixing his eyes on his short fingernails. The expression on James's face grew sullen.

“Right. You meet random girls in the bathroom while Evans sets the Mistletoe on fire when we happen to pass underneath it at the same time,” James grumbled, shooting Sirius and accusing glare.

Sirius was at a loss for words. “Sorry, mate,” he said and lay down on his bed. Sirius sank his hand into the pocket of his trousers. His fingers twined around the small vial. Lost in his thoughts, Sirius turned his eyes to Remus who had finished packing. His friend closed his trunk and bewitched the lock so his things wouldn't accidentally fall out. Remus came to sit at the end of Sirius's four-poster.

“Aren't you going to pack?” Remus asked. Sirius blinked and licked his lips, pulling his hand out from his pocket.

“I, uh... I'll do it tomorrow,” Sirius said hastily. “I don't have that many things to pack.”

Remus gave him a knowing look, thinking he knew the reason why his friend was reluctant to pack. “I'm sorry you have to go home for the holidays,” he said and laid his hand on Sirius's knee. He gave it a sympathetic squeeze. “We're going to get tickets for the train this afternoon. You coming?”

Sirius felt his face grow warm. He tried to swallow away the tightness that suddenly surrounded his throat. He hated lying to his friends. “Mother already sent me a ticket,” Sirius said, knowing full well that he wouldn't be getting on the train the next day. Remus just shrugged and went to help Peter with his packing.

Sirius's chest felt tight with guilt. He sank his hand into his pocket and began to fiddle with the vial again. And he realized that come tomorrow, his friends would find him lying in his bed, seemingly unconscious. What if they thought he was dead? It felt too cruel and for a moment Sirius almost considered forgetting the whole plan. But the mere thought of his mother's shrill voice eased his conscience and Sirius decided he would definitely take the potion.


Sirius sat in his bed, holding the glass vial in his hands and fingering the stopper. He watched the sleeping forms of his friends and lowered his gaze, feeling guiltier than ever before. It was already midnight and behind the dark windows, snow was slowly falling and piling against the lattice. The glowing embers in the heater were hissing quietly as the final flames died out. Taking a deep breath, Sirius uncorked the bottle and squinted at the purple liquid.

He wished he could leave a note for James and the others, explaining everything. Sirius hated to think how they would feel when they found him in the morning. But in the end, it would be worth it. Squeezing his eyes shut, Sirius emptied the bottle in one swallow. The effect was immediate. He felt his limbs grow heavy and his head felt like it was made out of stone. Staring at the empty vial in his hand, Sirius blinked his eyes in alarm, and while he still had use of his limbs, he tossed it across the room. The bottle clinked as it hit the stone floor and rolled under Remus's bed. Sirius felt his eyes close and everything around him went dark. As his back hit the soft mattress, he was already in deep sleep.

The day dawned with a cloudless blue sky. The snowing had ceased sometime during the night and the weather was frosty. James turned around in his bed, drawing the covers up to his ears. His toes peeked out from under the blanket and the chill air of the dormitory made his teeth clatter. He blinked the remaining sleep from his eyes and groped for his glasses. He found them on his night stand and placed them on his head. Yawning deeply, James got up and stood at his bedside, scratching his head absently. His black hair was sticking to all directions and James used his fingers to give it an extra ruffling.

He grabbed his wand and walked over to the heater which stood in the middle of the room. He pointed the tip at the black coals and started a blazing fire. Crouching down to warm his hands, James looked around and saw that his friends were all asleep. Peter was snoring as usual and Remus was hardly visible under his covers. Sirius lay on his back with his arms sprawled in odd angles. James frowned as he noticed his friend had only covered his feet. How the hell isn't he freezing? James wondered. He averted his eyes from Sirius as he heard his own stomach give a loud rumble.

James stood up and walked over to Remus’s bed. “Come on, Moony,” he said, shaking the lump in Remus's bed. “The train leaves after breakfast. Come on, I want to see Evans before she gets a chance to escape for the holidays.”

James gave up on Remus and made his way to Sirius's bed. And taking no pity on his best friend, James pulled the covers aside, exposing Sirius's bare feet to the chilly air. “Get up, you lazy arse,” James said in a loud voice, shaking the mattress on Sirius's four-poster bed. James frowned as Sirius's slack body gave no reaction. Normally his friend would be chasing him around the room after such a rude waking. “You'll be late for breakfast, you git,” James said. Sirius's eyes which remained closed. His eyelids weren't even fluttering. James frowned and grabbed Sirius's arm. He lifted it up and watched as it fell limply on the mattress. “Fine,” James snorted. “You can starve.” He turned around and gave Sirius a dismissive wave with his hand. James began to dress, shooting annoyed glares in Sirius's direction.

Remus was finally sitting up in his bed, reluctant to untangle himself from the warm covers. Even Peter was slowly removing his pajamas and getting ready for breakfast. James glanced at Sirius and turned his eyes to Remus. “You tell him to get up,” James said gruffly, visibly annoyed by Sirius's behavior. “He always listens to you.” James pulled his grey jumper on and started towards the doorway. “I don't have time for his games, not today.” James was anxious about getting one last glimpse of Lily Evans's red hair before he would have to be separated from her for several weeks.

Remus watched Sirius's slack body which lay sprawled on the bed in an odd angle. He frowned, thinking that no one who was asleep would look so – unconscious. Sirius looked like he was rather in a coma than asleep. “Are you sure he's really just joking around?” Remus asked James, stopping his friend at the doorway. He got up and made his way across the room to Sirius's bedside. James, too, turned around and joined Remus.

Looming over their friend's unconscious body, both Remus and James began to call his name, getting no answer. James gripped Sirius firmly by his shoulders and shook his limp body. He frowned as Sirius's body remained unresponsive. “What the hell?” James whispered, lowering his friend back on the bed.

Remus leaned closer and studied Sirius's face. “He looks like he's unconscious,” Remus said, his face twisting in deep concern. Peter joined them and was more excited about the situation than he was worried about his friend's health.

“Is he dead? Is Padfoot dead? Blimey!” Peter shrieked from the end of the bed.

“No!” James barked, sinking his fingers in his black hair. “Bloody hell...” He began to pace around nervously. “I'm telling you, he's been poisoned!” He pulled at his hair, his wild eyes fixed on Sirius's blank face. “Didn't I tell you he's been acting weird for weeks! He's been keeping stuff from me, I know it.” James stopped his pacing for a moment and turned to look at Remus. “I told you just yesterday that he's doing something behind our backs. Why the hell didn't I just force the truth out of him?!”

Remus had managed to stay calm. He pressed his hand on Sirius's cheek. “He's not very cold or anything,” Remus told James and Peter. He used his fingers to open one of Sirius's eyelids. “It just looks like he's in a really deep sleep.”

“Well, why can't we wake him up?” James exclaimed. He leaned down and attempted to shake his friend awake for a second time.

“It must be caused by a spell or a potion,” Remus said, pushing James's hands away. “I suspect someone's given him a heavy dose of Sleeping Draught or something similar. He won't wake up until the effect wears off.” Remus glanced at the box of half-eaten Chocolate Frogs on Sirius's bedside table. “For all we know, someone could have slipped it in one of those,” he said, pointing at the candy.

“That's a bad joke,” James said disapprovingly. “Who the hell would do that? One of the girls he's been seeing? Maybe he made someone really jealous.”

“Whoever it was, the person has to be fairly good at potions,” Remus reasoned. He jumped at James's sudden outburst.

“Snape!” James exclaimed. “That greasy git! Who else knows every potion like the back of their hands?” James raved on with a furious gleam in his hazel eyes. “I bet he's behind this and I say we go and have a word with him right now,” he fumed.

Remus shook his head. “We can't be sure of that,” he said, trying to keep James from making any hasty decisions to hunt the Slytherin down. “And we don't have time for that now. I have to be in the Entrance Hall in half an hour with all the other Prefects,” Remus explained. “Anyway, we should take Sirius to Madam Pomfrey. We can't just leave him lying in the empty dormitory.”

James frowned, realizing his friend wouldn't be joining them in the Hogwarts Express. “Well, at least he won't have to go home for the holidays,” James said, giving Sirius a weak smile.


The breakfast was almost over and Severus walked out of the Great Hall. He hunched his shoulders and twined his robes around himself more tightly as he entered the drafty Entrance Hall. The room was packed with students and there was a pile of luggage towering near the double doors. Filch was trying to force a bunch of third year students into a neat line with the help of his cat, Mrs Norris, but he couldn't even get them to cease their excited chattering.

Severus slipped through the crowd like a shadow and made his way up the marble staircase. He couldn't wait for everyone to leave and for the castle to be embraced by a blissful silence. The hallways above the first floor were abandoned, save for a few Hufflepuff girls who were hurrying downstairs with their trunks clattering behind them. Severus decided to head to the library and wait for everyone to leave. He stopped when he heard a set of hurried footsteps descending a nearby staircase. He stepped aside and leaned against the wall as he laid his eyes on the Marauders.

All three of them were walking in a quick pace. Pettigrew was keeping the tail, taking running steps to keep up with his friends. Potter and Lupin were dragging the unconscious body of Sirius Black between them and it didn't look like an easy task. Potter was several inches taller than Lupin and the slack body hung in an odd angle between them. Black's feet were dragging against the stone floor and his head was drooping down, his face hidden behind a thick curtain of hair. He had his cloak on but his pajama bottoms were visible underneath it. Severus guessed his friends had been in too much of a hurry to dress him properly.

Severus swallowed as the Gryffindors got closer. Potter seemed to spot his hunched form, pressed against the wall. The tall boy didn't stop but he shot Severus a murderous glare. “If I find you're behind this, Snivellus, I swear...” He didn't finish his sentence but Severus could guess how it might have ended. He followed them with his eyes and the sight of Black's unconscious body filled him with dread. His innards turned cold. Severus knew he was already better at brewing potions than most seventh year students. But the knowledge of his skills didn't stop the doubt from sneaking into his mind. He watched Black and the rest of the Marauders disappear behind a corner. And as his pulse began to thicken, Severus prayed he hadn't gotten the potion wrong.

senjism on September 8th, 2007 03:36 pm (UTC)
WAH! i really hope he did get it right because I want them to have Christmas Eve together, dammit!

*starts waiting for next week's part*
not telling!: Snape OotPyorda_ on September 8th, 2007 05:01 pm (UTC)
Don't worry, Sirius is okay. I mean, would Snape really make a mistake with a potion? :D They'll definitely have their Christmas Eve together. And Christmas Day etc. ;)
nwhikernwhiker on September 8th, 2007 05:16 pm (UTC)
Oh good! I'm glad to know that!

I don't like usually James, but I find your James very amusing.
not telling!: Snape OotPyorda_ on September 8th, 2007 05:19 pm (UTC)
James isn't my favorite either but I don't hate him. I usually have a problem with people who appear to be perfect and spoiled and loved by everyone. I'm always pulling for the underdog :)
Air Unzbuzzlerherbailiwick on September 8th, 2007 06:29 pm (UTC)
I love that you said Snape can't wait for the castle to be silent again. ^__^

I'm really loving this story. You're a fast writer, dang!
not telling!: Snape OotPyorda_ on September 8th, 2007 07:21 pm (UTC)
Well, I imagine the next part will take a little longer to finish because it's going to be long and it'll have a major sex scene. And I'm always so slow with those... But I usually set myself a deadline and try to make sure I finish the new chapter in time.
Air Unzbuzzlerherbailiwick on September 8th, 2007 08:38 pm (UTC)
Well good luck. ^__^
Arethinn: snape (blurred colour)arethinn on September 11th, 2007 07:31 am (UTC)
*giggles at your icon*
Air Unzbuzzlerherbailiwick on September 12th, 2007 12:26 am (UTC)
Haha! Thanks. ^__^

It actually inspired me to write a smutty Snape/James . . . . Been really into that lately ha.

I'm pretty sure Snape's actualyl reading some James/Snape smut! *snorts*
Arethinn: skeptical (snape orly)arethinn on September 17th, 2007 04:12 am (UTC)
It actually inspired me to write a smutty Snape/James

I wait with bated breath. ;) (after SeverusxSirius, SeverusxJames is pretty much my OTP. heh.)

Apropos of little: I saw a summary on FFN today which called Severus x James a "rare pairing". And I was like um, rarer than Snarry maybe, but hardly "rare" overall -- Severus sure gets himself about with any Marauder who's in range, it seems, and oft times several at once, heh.
Air Unzbuzzlerherbailiwick on September 17th, 2007 06:14 am (UTC)
I'm actually liking Snape/James a little more than Snape/Sirius in some instances. My favorite is still probably non-canon Dumbledore/Snape, followed by maybe Filch/Snape . . . but I'm odd.

I didn't think Snape/James was that rare, but it definitely isn't as prominent as a lot of stuff. Just about no smut is as predominant as Snarry. *rolls eyes* lol

These are my Snape/Jameses. One is solo/fantasy, one is the real deal. I'm also in the process of a Snape/James/Sirius and am planning for a Snape/James/Lily (when they're married!). Kinkay.

Arethinn: snape (blurred colour)arethinn on September 17th, 2007 06:57 am (UTC)
I'd say "thanks!" but actually I've read both of those already. Heh. Not sure where I heard about them, whether it was snapenews or the fact that I bookmarked the feed of "contains snape = yes" search on FFN and put that into Google reader (although honestly, 90% of it is either ships I don't care for, or crap, or both).
Air Unzbuzzler: Nerdherbailiwick on September 17th, 2007 08:08 am (UTC)
Well lucky for you I literally just finished "Self-Sufficiency", a quick Snape/James/Sirius. I'm not sure how good it is, as it's 3 am . . . but anyway.

http://www.fanfiction.net/u/678293/ I don't have time to wait until it shows up, but it'll be the first one. Enjoy if at all possible. I'll see how I feel about the fic in the afternoon.
Arethinn: snape (beautiful)arethinn on September 17th, 2007 06:29 pm (UTC)
Not bad! Anything which has someone (or in this case, two someones) seriously referring to Severus as beautiful is good for me. :)

(Self-fellating really looks weird. I think people that can do it must have like ten extra vertebrae or something. They look like curled-over aliens. heh.)
Air Unzbuzzler: beastsherbailiwick on September 17th, 2007 06:38 pm (UTC)
I think the marauders really did think he was teh hotness at times.

(I like it . . . but the important thing, really, is that James and Sirius like it, isn't it? *grins* Thanks for reading. Sorry I didn't warn you about the non-con, but apparently you didn't mind.)
Arethinnarethinn on September 17th, 2007 07:08 pm (UTC)
To me non-con involves the direct application of force (or Imperius, or whatever), so maybe this was dub-con, but didn't strike me as non-con. I may have the wrong definition of non-con.
Air Unzbuzzler: flashingherbailiwick on September 17th, 2007 09:03 pm (UTC)
Well, they did have his wand. *shrugs* I don't know the true description either. I think dubious consent may be consent given while one is under the influence of fatigue/other factors, etc. I'm really not sure.
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not telling!: Snape OotPyorda_ on September 9th, 2007 08:04 am (UTC)
Heh, I think the next part might take a bit longer to write but I'll definitely try to finish it by next Saturday.

I, too, think potions might be a bit like chemistry. I was actually really good at chemistry when I was 13-16. But then I went to upper secondary school and it was suddenly really hard! I was always terrible at math and my teacher was a nightmare. One time she made me so angry that I actually stormed out of the classroom and threw my chair down :D
dramapunk: Rings ondramapunk on September 10th, 2007 12:50 am (UTC)
so much HBP foreshadowing right there with the whole the instructions in the book are lacking. I love how "Evil" Sirius is to Severus. Keep up the good work, can't wait for the next bit.
not telling!: Snape OotPyorda_ on September 10th, 2007 07:59 am (UTC)
so much HBP foreshadowing right there with the whole the instructions in the book are lacking.

Yeah :) I try to take the events in the books into account, but it's been a long while since I've read GoF, OotP, HBP. Anyway, I'm already working on the next part. I'll try to finish it by Saturday as usual.