|Bel (yivel) wrote,|
@ 2007-10-27 20:43:00
|Entry tags:||fic, hp, snarry|
Fic: The Predators Club - Part One
Title: The Predators Club
Authors: winifredzachery and yivel
Pairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Genre: Romance, Action/Adventure
Warnings: AU, Rimming, Bestiality, PWP-ish
Word Count: 5200 (for this part)
Disclaimer: Most of the characters are JKR's, the few that don't seem familiar are ours. No money is being made from this.
Summary: After having returned from a DADA conference, Harry leaves for an assignment that doesn't go as planned.
The young girl turned around. She thought she'd heard a sound, but the street seemed to be empty. The club was not too far off, now, and she walked faster. Just a few feet away, a door banged open and a group of obviously drunk men spilled out onto the street. They passed her, leering and whistling, but the girl ignored them. A few seconds later, she had reached the inconspicuous looking door to the club and was already pressing her hand against the metal frame, when suddenly another form materialised beside her out of the dark.
"Good evening," a deep male voice said much too close to her ear. Startled, she looked up and right into the face of a red-haired stranger. The man smiled at her and pressed his hand against the metal beside hers, holding it open for her to enter.
She looked at him strangely, but preceded him into the club. He followed close behind. She didn't know what to make of this man.
They lost each other in the crowd and the girl went to the bar to get a drink, but when she stepped onto the dance floor he was in front of her again.
She looked up, startled once more.
"Want to dance?" he asked and the girl nodded. He was quite good-looking, after all. He smiled and drew her closer.
They shared more than one dance that night, and he brought her home after they had left the club together. As things often go, she invited him for a butterbeer and something else in mind. He was really handsome and friendly, after all.
They drank butterbeer and coffee and when there was nothing else to drink, she invited him to her bedroom.
The other men in the circle laughed. "No real challenge, there, eh?" one of the men taunted and took a sip of his drink.
Bill Weasley snorted. "I'm not that bad of a hunter, you know! I might not have your experience yet, but it wasn't me who almost got kicked out of that boy’s bedroom last Friday," he grinned.
Snape snorted. "At least that incident proved more of a challenge, wouldn't you say? I'm sure this little girl of yours was easy to impress."
"She was cute! I wasn't up for a fight, that night. You, on the other hand, seem to be on the hunt twenty-four hours a day," Bill retorted. "Well. If you think I’m so damn cack-handed, what would you say to a little challenge, dear Professor?"
Snape took a sip of his wine. "I'm always open to new suggestions, as you should know by now.”
Bill smiled. "Very well, Professor. Let's say we meet again in three weeks. That should give us ample opportunity to pursue new paths. I assume you will attend the Defence-Conference next week?"
Snape nodded in answer.
"Afterwards, our fellow members will get to judge who has made had the bigger catch."
Snape inclined his head in agreement, with a look in his eyes that said he had no doubt as to who would be the more fortunate.