Despoiling Harry
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But Which Part?
by Amanuensis
Pairing: The pairing is the punchline.
Categories: Humor
Notes: For the pervy_werewolf Mini-Challenge: "Bertie Bott's
Every Flavor Beans used as a sex toy."
***
"If you force me to participate--" Snape, the bastard, managed to sound
threatening even while remaining firmly ensconced behind his book--"you
shall regret it, Potter."
Harry stood his ground. From across the room, Dumbledore was watching
him, and his suggestion that Harry engage Snape in the Hallowe'en
festivities had been no less than a veiled command.
So he would do it, dammit.
"Take one," he said, as angrily as he dared while still pitching his
voice low. "It's a game. Dumbledore wants you to. He took one, and he
hates them. Take one of the bloody things--" he pushed the bowl of
Every Flavor Beans against Snape's arm, which caused him to lower the
book at last, face as disapproving as if Harry were offering him a bowl
of slug guts-- "and tell what flavor you got, and let the rest of us
get on with the sodding game and the sodding evening."
Snape slapped the book closed. Harry, seeing his face, almost lost his
nerve.
And then Snape did something that made it worse.
He smiled.
Reached out, took a bean. Harry watched with a rising feeling of terror
as Snape placed it on his tongue, and chewed and swallowed with the
deliberation of a monarch's toady checking for poison, the smile never
completely leaving his face.
And then pronounced: "Remus Lupin."
Behind him, Harry heard more than one person choke on their drinks. He
was sure Remus was one of them.
He damn well hoped Dumbledore was, too.
***
-fin
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