[Fanfiction] Harry Potter - Severus/?

[Aeronwyn]

Title: Crossed Wires
Author: Me! smile
Status: Finished. Below is the first chapter.
Disclaimer: Do I look like a millionairess to you? Thought not.
Series: Harry Potter
Warnings: Uh... the odd naughty word?
Summery: Severus Snape discovers he has a secret admirer, but who can it be? (It's set in Sev's 7th year at Hogwarts btw.)
Notes: I wrote this last year and it's up on my fanfiction.net account. I guess I'm just posting it here in the name of shameless self promotion! Lol. Also, although it might not seem so at first the fic is slash.



“Gerroff!”

Severus swatted the air above his head in irritation. Everywhere he looked the overgrown fleabags were swooping over the breakfast tables shedding feathers into the orange juice and Merlin knows what into the porridge. If there was anything he hated (apart from Potter and his bunch of moronic idiots) it was owls and Valentine’s Day.

Shifting awkwardly in his seat in an attempt to protect his breakfast from the hungry beaks of feathered vermin, Severus considered where upon his personal scale of hatred to place Valentine’s Day. Whatever that deranged fool Black might say his grievance was not his lack of cards and chocolates, rather it was utter dismay that a holiday so patently false and commercialised could drive, ordinarily sensible and reserved, classmates to all but shag each other in the corridors!

Whether the day would have gained an “irritating but tolerable” (like, say, Dumbledore’s start of year speeches) or “bloody insufferable” (currently including Black’s smug self-satisfied face and sports day) rating we shall never know for at that moment a rather aged school owl dropped it’s cargo upon our long-suffering hero’s head.

Muttering darkly about the prospects of Hogwarts owl population living to see Easter let alone the summer holidays Severus snatched the mail from where it had ricocheted into his porridge, grimacing as the gloop slopped off the garish envelope back into the bowl. Momentarily amazed that the envelope was, indeed, addressed to him and not one of his neighbours (unless one of them had gone to the trouble of changing their names, which, he could not help but feel to be utterly pointless and damned unlikely) it took a few seconds to regain his bearings and tear it open.

What he saw was almost enough to make him drop it right back into the barely edible substance the house elves were apt to produce of a Friday morning. A Valentine’s card. It was suitably sickening, covered in love hearts and a smug looking cherub imploring him to be its Valentine. Despite this obvious evidence of the sender’s lack of taste he was having trouble procuring an acceptable level of disdain for the card. As he opened it Severus caught a waft of an overpowering flowery scent. It was vaguely familiar and he couldn’t help but wonder if it was any of his classmate’s perfumes. Glancing furtively up and down the Slytherin table brought him no closer to the answer so he returned his attention to the card. He didn’t recognise the large, rather untidy looped handwriting but noted whoever the sender was had managed to smudge half of it, as though in a hurry to get it sent.

His inner Black told him this was due to his unsightly appearance and the sender’s understandable embarrassment at sending him a token of endearment. Telling Black to piss off he read the inscription.

Dear Severus,

Happy Valentine’s Day! (Was it really? Severus immediately began to doubt his compatibility with his would be suitor.)

Will you accompany me to the ball?

Meet me at the portrait of Arabel the Affable at 7.30pm.

Love,
Your secret admirer

XXXXXXX

A date. He had a date. And a secret admirer intelligent enough to understand the word ‘accompany’, let alone spell it, to boot! (This fact alone seemed to rule Black and his blundering idiots out – unless they’d got Lupin to write it for them.) Severus spent the next few moments gazing dazedly into space and thinking all manner of flowery, sentimental and downright un-snapeish thoughts. When he returned to reality he found his gaze had settled on that insufferable git Black, who was currently demonstrating his ability to count to two using only his fingers. No doubt a feat of considerable difficulty for someone of Black’s level of idiocy, Severus thought absently.

Scowling he returned to the remains of his breakfast. Secret admirer or no, today was going to be a long day.


If you want to read the rest follow this link (it'll take you to chapter two on FFN.net), or you can check out the rest of my fic here. And, yes, feedback would make me very, very happy. smile  

[Scar_the_Ishbalian]

that was good!  

[Aeronwyn]

Scar_the_Ishbalian

that was good!

Thanks. smile  

[Nutmeg2736]

Fun to read. And it doesn't actually have that wierd...I'm not sure what it is, but it's this bad feeling I get when I read most fanfics featuring Snape slash. Maybe it's just bad writing that puts me off...but it doesn't have that in this fanfic!