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[Glee/Harry Potter] Severus Snape and the Dragon of McKinley (Snape/Sue)
Title: Severus Snape and the Dragon of McKinley
Fandom: Glee/Harry Potter
Length: 566 words
Prompt: Rarepairs requests on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
glee_anon: Snape/Sue
Pairing: slight Snape/Sue
Other: ...AU.
Excerpt: He falls backwards, breath knocked out of him, and looks up sourly, expecting a burly football player or possibly a policeman wondering if his charges are on drugs. What he sees is a serpent with blonde hair, teeth bared. She is wearing a tracksuit, but somehow manages to remind him of a Death Eater.
Snape would really like to curse the person who came up with the idea of field trips into Muggle London. He's been paging through his knowledge as he watches students marvel over fire hydrants and bus stops, sticking out more than the homeless man on the corner or the woman with green hair and six-inch heels. He is considering a spell which turns one's feet around backwards and cannot be reversed when someone runs into him.
He falls backwards, breath knocked out of him, and looks up sourly, expecting a burly football player or possibly a policeman wondering if his charges are on drugs. What he sees is a serpent with blonde hair, teeth bared. She is wearing a tracksuit, but somehow manages to remind him of a Death Eater.
"You're in the way, Limey," she snaps. "I have a vacation to enjoy and no greasy Englishman is going to ruin it."
He stands up and bows stiffly, hand on his wand even though he knows he can't use it.
She makes a dismissive sound. "The politeness of your culture and the ridiculous sound of your accents disgust me."
"Would you rather I told you what I thought of you?" he answers icily. He lifts an eyebrow in a way that makes first-years quiver after only one lesson.
The woman crosses her arms and stares up at him. The tension in the air is palpable; people begin to leave a large berth around them.
"I dare you," she says.
So he does. He is an eloquent man when it comes to terms of disdain and anger; one word tossed about in anger wrecked his life, and since then he has learned to temper his irritation into something almost artistic. She listens like a black hole, absorbing his insults to her hair, country of origin, possible moral standards, and choice of dress without a qualm.
"You've almost impressed me," she says when he is done. "You can buy me lunch."
She doesn't wait for an answer. Instead, she offers him a hand, and somehow he finds himself shaking it. He is Severus Snape, Potions master, dungeon master, and apparently in the thrall of "Sue Sylvester, internationally-ranked cheerleader coach." When she clasps his hand it rubs the bones of his fingers together unpleasantly.
Her grip doesn't lessen as she drags him into the restaurant across the street. All he can do is give a pointed look to the oldest boy in his group. He's mostly been pretending to be bored by Muggle London, but he seems noticeably concerned by the kidnapping of his professor.
"I have another engagement at two," Snape says to Sue. She hasn't asked his name yet and he anticipates a lot of commentary on it, so he's working up some insults for return.
"Learn English," she snaps before she begins to verbally pummel the maitre'd. He watches, bemused.
And, he has to admit, he's beginning to admire her, in the manner of one professional jerk to another. She is wasted in the Muggle world when she could be an amazing dragon tamer, he thinks.
So when she gives him her hotel room number and a time for later, he pockets the slip of paper instead of throwing it away.
Maybe Muggle London won't be as useless as he thought.
Fandom: Glee/Harry Potter
Length: 566 words
Prompt: Rarepairs requests on
glee_anon: Snape/SuePairing: slight Snape/Sue
Other: ...AU.
Excerpt: He falls backwards, breath knocked out of him, and looks up sourly, expecting a burly football player or possibly a policeman wondering if his charges are on drugs. What he sees is a serpent with blonde hair, teeth bared. She is wearing a tracksuit, but somehow manages to remind him of a Death Eater.
Snape would really like to curse the person who came up with the idea of field trips into Muggle London. He's been paging through his knowledge as he watches students marvel over fire hydrants and bus stops, sticking out more than the homeless man on the corner or the woman with green hair and six-inch heels. He is considering a spell which turns one's feet around backwards and cannot be reversed when someone runs into him.
He falls backwards, breath knocked out of him, and looks up sourly, expecting a burly football player or possibly a policeman wondering if his charges are on drugs. What he sees is a serpent with blonde hair, teeth bared. She is wearing a tracksuit, but somehow manages to remind him of a Death Eater.
"You're in the way, Limey," she snaps. "I have a vacation to enjoy and no greasy Englishman is going to ruin it."
He stands up and bows stiffly, hand on his wand even though he knows he can't use it.
She makes a dismissive sound. "The politeness of your culture and the ridiculous sound of your accents disgust me."
"Would you rather I told you what I thought of you?" he answers icily. He lifts an eyebrow in a way that makes first-years quiver after only one lesson.
The woman crosses her arms and stares up at him. The tension in the air is palpable; people begin to leave a large berth around them.
"I dare you," she says.
So he does. He is an eloquent man when it comes to terms of disdain and anger; one word tossed about in anger wrecked his life, and since then he has learned to temper his irritation into something almost artistic. She listens like a black hole, absorbing his insults to her hair, country of origin, possible moral standards, and choice of dress without a qualm.
"You've almost impressed me," she says when he is done. "You can buy me lunch."
She doesn't wait for an answer. Instead, she offers him a hand, and somehow he finds himself shaking it. He is Severus Snape, Potions master, dungeon master, and apparently in the thrall of "Sue Sylvester, internationally-ranked cheerleader coach." When she clasps his hand it rubs the bones of his fingers together unpleasantly.
Her grip doesn't lessen as she drags him into the restaurant across the street. All he can do is give a pointed look to the oldest boy in his group. He's mostly been pretending to be bored by Muggle London, but he seems noticeably concerned by the kidnapping of his professor.
"I have another engagement at two," Snape says to Sue. She hasn't asked his name yet and he anticipates a lot of commentary on it, so he's working up some insults for return.
"Learn English," she snaps before she begins to verbally pummel the maitre'd. He watches, bemused.
And, he has to admit, he's beginning to admire her, in the manner of one professional jerk to another. She is wasted in the Muggle world when she could be an amazing dragon tamer, he thinks.
So when she gives him her hotel room number and a time for later, he pockets the slip of paper instead of throwing it away.
Maybe Muggle London won't be as useless as he thought.