The Uglier The Better
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lesyeuxvertsTitle: The Uglier The Better
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: ~300
Rating: R
Pairing: Severus/Regulus, Severus/Hooch, Severus/Trelawney, Severus/Moody
Prompt: Snape didn't actually like to sleep with "pretty" partners. He preferred to be the good-looking one, in a pairing.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
AN: This is a shamefully late birthday ficlet for![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
cordelia_v ... actually, the prompt that I took to write for her birthday last year. I fail at writing things on time ... so late, and so very sorry! But I hope you had a very happy birthday both years, Cordelia! *hugs*
Uglier was better. When the clothes came off and the lights stayed on, Snape smirked and his partners often fled if they were beautiful. He learned to choose the ones who wouldn't flee. He was pale and bony, but that was nothing next to them. They were ugly, and they knew it.
It started in school, with Regulus – Regulus, who was never handsome or popular like his older brother. Regulus, who would sleep with Snape for a potion or a way into the Dark Lord's circle – and when he left, it didn't matter. It didn't matter because it was only a game, and Snape had been better at it than him.
At Hogwarts, later, there was nothing to do except play the game. Hooch with her muscles and her scowl and her Quidditch scars – Trelawney with her flimsy, fluttering scarves and her bony body, skinnier than Severus's. Her eyes rolled back in her head when she came, and she spouted prophecies at the most inopportune moments, but Severus only smirked. The uglier the better.
Mad-Eye Moody was the worst – Crouch Junior, as he really was. Neither one of them was beautiful. Neither one had been loved, and Severus found it easy – too easy - to play him. The awkward wooden leg and the rolling, roving eye that was out of control … any fool of a second-rate Potions master knew how to spot Polyjuice, and Severus was not second rate and he was no fool. It was easy enough to catch Crouch in his web and make him pay. Easy enough to take him bent over a desk, the wooden leg thumping into the floor with the rhythm of his thrusts.
Easy enough to take him and to leave him – because when the Dementor came for him, when it was all over, it was nothing. It was only a game, and Severus always won.
It didn't matter. The uglier the better.
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: ~300
Rating: R
Pairing: Severus/Regulus, Severus/Hooch, Severus/Trelawney, Severus/Moody
Prompt: Snape didn't actually like to sleep with "pretty" partners. He preferred to be the good-looking one, in a pairing.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
AN: This is a shamefully late birthday ficlet for
cordelia_v ... actually, the prompt that I took to write for her birthday last year. I fail at writing things on time ... so late, and so very sorry! But I hope you had a very happy birthday both years, Cordelia! *hugs*Uglier was better. When the clothes came off and the lights stayed on, Snape smirked and his partners often fled if they were beautiful. He learned to choose the ones who wouldn't flee. He was pale and bony, but that was nothing next to them. They were ugly, and they knew it.
It started in school, with Regulus – Regulus, who was never handsome or popular like his older brother. Regulus, who would sleep with Snape for a potion or a way into the Dark Lord's circle – and when he left, it didn't matter. It didn't matter because it was only a game, and Snape had been better at it than him.
At Hogwarts, later, there was nothing to do except play the game. Hooch with her muscles and her scowl and her Quidditch scars – Trelawney with her flimsy, fluttering scarves and her bony body, skinnier than Severus's. Her eyes rolled back in her head when she came, and she spouted prophecies at the most inopportune moments, but Severus only smirked. The uglier the better.
Mad-Eye Moody was the worst – Crouch Junior, as he really was. Neither one of them was beautiful. Neither one had been loved, and Severus found it easy – too easy - to play him. The awkward wooden leg and the rolling, roving eye that was out of control … any fool of a second-rate Potions master knew how to spot Polyjuice, and Severus was not second rate and he was no fool. It was easy enough to catch Crouch in his web and make him pay. Easy enough to take him bent over a desk, the wooden leg thumping into the floor with the rhythm of his thrusts.
Easy enough to take him and to leave him – because when the Dementor came for him, when it was all over, it was nothing. It was only a game, and Severus always won.
It didn't matter. The uglier the better.
