Drabbling

[valis2]

Outright stolen from ac1d6urn

Every person on your f-list gets to request a drabble (100 words exactly) from you. In return, they should post this in their journal and write a drabble for you. Post all fandoms you're willing to write for. Your friends can pick a relationship, a story arc, a missing scene, commentary! or pretty much anything they want, unless the author has previously mentioned that they will not write it. They comment with what they want, and you write drabbles and post it in your LiveJournal.

HP, any pairing involving SS, no house-elves, Mrs. Norris, or students, if possible.

I could write a drabble or two tonight...yeah...

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Late, but hopefully not too late!

[pen-and-umbra.livejournal.com]

Damn, no Snape/Dobby? Drattage. Okay, how about Snape/Snape auto-erotica, with potions ingredients?

Re: Late, but hopefully not too late!

[valis2.livejournal.com]

Argh! My parents read this journal, you guys...hee.

I'll try...
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Severus lingered at his worktable. Cauldrons gleamed and their contents bubbled, and he stirred here, sniffed there. Everything was as it should be.

Each half-formed potion was something brilliant, something amazing. The Order had reached its apex; the War would be here any minute. Dumbledore had given him a list of things to brew, and he had given up his classes for the week.

He could not stop looking at them. Each one was exquisite. Each one a small yet perfect masterpiece. The ingredients on the cutting board were meticulously prepared, minced and shredded and diced, his knife at an elegant angle. He could see, so clearly, the hand of genius that had sliced and stirred. He could see the brilliant mind that had distilled each potion into its most potent form.

The hot, secret workroom was close about him. He felt such pleasure at his creations, staring at them, understanding every nuance. They made him important. They gave him value. He fingered the handle of the knife, smelled the delicate scent of verbena among the ingredients. He breathed out again, licking his lips. He could see who the Master was. His heart gave a jump as he thought of himself, preparing each cauldron, his long fingers oiling the metal, carefully coating the entire surface. He thought of the stirring rods, ebony and silver and rosewood, thought of gripping them, gently but firmly. He could see himself bent over the table, on his toes, to look into the largest cauldron. He could see himself handling the knife so expertly, his motions precise.

Merlin, how he loved the sweet fumes of the intermediary stage of the Caustic Smoke potion, the most powerful aphrodesiac he'd ever experienced.

Re: Late, but hopefully not too late!

[pen-and-umbra.livejournal.com]

Oh, yum! Exact sciences porn. *drools* I swear, as terrible as he is to his students, Snape would've made me look forward to my AP chem classes, too (Friday's double chem was unofficially known as "shopping time" for me and my mates).

Thank you! Mmm, stirring rods... ;)

Re: Late, but hopefully not too late!

[valis2.livejournal.com]

It was the best I could do with the subject...thanks for the challenge!