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said_scarlett) wrote2004-06-27 03:48 pm
said_scarlett) wrote2004-06-27 03:48 pm
Fifteen minute ficlet
Title: Unwanted Guest
Rating: R
Pairing: Sirius/Severus, unrequited
Summary: Sirius can't get rid of an unwanted guest. Word under the cut.
Word: Aggravation
Severus Snape was a bastard. Sirius was as certain of that fact as he was of the fact that the sun would rise each morning. Severus Snape was a greasy git, an arse, an insensitive prick and all around pillock. And he didn’t appear to be leaving Sirius’ kitchen anytime soon.
Just bloody great. Sirius threw himself down in a chair, scowling and sighing heavily and obviously. Maybe the son of a bitch would get the hint and bugger off. But Snape just sat there, leafing through some packet of papers Dumbledore had given him at the Order meeting.
“It’s getting pretty late,” Sirius said pointedly. There was a noise of acknowledgment from Snape, but nothing beyond that. He just sat there, head bent and his stupid greasy hair falling around his face. His hooked nose jutted out from the curtain of hair like a some sort of rocky edifice.
‘You should probably get going,’ Sirius tried again, his patience rapidly seeping away. The longer he sat there, glaring at Snape who didn’t even look up, the more worked up he got. He just wanted the other man gone!
“I’m busy,” Snape said, in that slick as grease voice of his. It was like oil and gravel, or a crypt lid, or steel and velvet. Only not the last one, because those brought to mind good things, and there was nothing good about Snape.
Busy. He wasn’t busy, he was just being a pain. He knew he was hacking Sirius off, that was the only reason he was staying. If Moony had asked him to leave he would have. Sirius wasn’t stupid, he knew how things worked. Snape would bitch and moan and whinge, but he always ended up backing down with Moony, even if he made it look like he hadn’t. And that hacked Sirius off even more. Poor Moony, having to deal with that, it wasn‘t fair. Sirius had seen Snape looking at the werewolf during meetings and things, and he knew what was in his eyes. And it upset him, because that was his friend that Snape was looking at. And Moony didn’t deserve that.
But at least Moony could get him to leave.
“Look, I want you out of here,’ Sirius finally said, getting fed up. He was getting uncomfortable now, as the house got darker and more quiet and he became very much aware that they were the only ones there.
Snape looked up, his lips pulled back in some sort of sickly, gloating grin. “You know Black,” he said conversationally, voice dripping with all sorts of condescending tones, “I don’t think you really do. I think you‘d like me to stay. The night.”
Sirius snarled, and stood up quickly. “Of course I want you out, you sick bastard! Now get the fuck out of my house!”
Sirius had his pride. He would never admit that Snape was right. Not even to himself.
Rating: R
Pairing: Sirius/Severus, unrequited
Summary: Sirius can't get rid of an unwanted guest. Word under the cut.
Word: Aggravation
Severus Snape was a bastard. Sirius was as certain of that fact as he was of the fact that the sun would rise each morning. Severus Snape was a greasy git, an arse, an insensitive prick and all around pillock. And he didn’t appear to be leaving Sirius’ kitchen anytime soon.
Just bloody great. Sirius threw himself down in a chair, scowling and sighing heavily and obviously. Maybe the son of a bitch would get the hint and bugger off. But Snape just sat there, leafing through some packet of papers Dumbledore had given him at the Order meeting.
“It’s getting pretty late,” Sirius said pointedly. There was a noise of acknowledgment from Snape, but nothing beyond that. He just sat there, head bent and his stupid greasy hair falling around his face. His hooked nose jutted out from the curtain of hair like a some sort of rocky edifice.
‘You should probably get going,’ Sirius tried again, his patience rapidly seeping away. The longer he sat there, glaring at Snape who didn’t even look up, the more worked up he got. He just wanted the other man gone!
“I’m busy,” Snape said, in that slick as grease voice of his. It was like oil and gravel, or a crypt lid, or steel and velvet. Only not the last one, because those brought to mind good things, and there was nothing good about Snape.
Busy. He wasn’t busy, he was just being a pain. He knew he was hacking Sirius off, that was the only reason he was staying. If Moony had asked him to leave he would have. Sirius wasn’t stupid, he knew how things worked. Snape would bitch and moan and whinge, but he always ended up backing down with Moony, even if he made it look like he hadn’t. And that hacked Sirius off even more. Poor Moony, having to deal with that, it wasn‘t fair. Sirius had seen Snape looking at the werewolf during meetings and things, and he knew what was in his eyes. And it upset him, because that was his friend that Snape was looking at. And Moony didn’t deserve that.
But at least Moony could get him to leave.
“Look, I want you out of here,’ Sirius finally said, getting fed up. He was getting uncomfortable now, as the house got darker and more quiet and he became very much aware that they were the only ones there.
Snape looked up, his lips pulled back in some sort of sickly, gloating grin. “You know Black,” he said conversationally, voice dripping with all sorts of condescending tones, “I don’t think you really do. I think you‘d like me to stay. The night.”
Sirius snarled, and stood up quickly. “Of course I want you out, you sick bastard! Now get the fuck out of my house!”
Sirius had his pride. He would never admit that Snape was right. Not even to himself.
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Hee!
Sirius is cute when he's in denial!
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