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The prompt and original drabble posts for this drabblethon were lost to my back-up snafu. These drabbles were written on the occasion of my 400th friending.

61. For queenrissa, whose prompt was "Harry/Severus, moving, stick, cat tail."

Over-Familiarity Above the Non-Familiar (PG-13; Snarry, Animagus!Minerva; 100 words)

Moving the stick over the cat tail that was protruding from under the bed, Harry whispered, "I can't think why she's so shy."

Severus snorted. "The way you were howling, even the ghosts won't come down here."

"Well, no one's ever done that to me before."

"Put down the stick. The cat will come out when she's ready," Severus ordered, his tone thick with passion.

Harry laughed. "You're insatiable."

"No, I'm just doing my duty. This is supposed to be a detention, after all."

Minerva tried to ignore the groaning of the mattress and hid her head under her paws.

62. For strchsr, whose prompt was "Girl!Harry, lupin: godfather, birthday and girl."

Spoiling the Baby (G; Harry's-godfather!Remus, Girl!Harry, Lily, James; 100 words)

"Don't spoil her, Remus. The birthday girl has had enough sweets," Lily rebuked Ree's godfather.

"Reeeemuhs!" the little girl squealed, holding up her chubby hands for more treats.

Looking close to stern, Remus replied, "Now Ree, Mummy said no."

"Pthhhh!"

"Is that any way to speak to your mother?" James asked, laughing in unconcern.

"I swear, she'll never even finish growing her baby teeth the way you two go on. Come here, love. Mummy's going to give you your bath and put you to bed."

Ree's face fell.

"Here, I'll do it," Remus said, surreptitiously pocketed the packet of sweets.

63. For kateri_e, whose prompt was "Girl!Harry/Severus: Italy:Virgin: Honey."

Getting the Girl (PG-13; Girl!Harry/Severus; 200 words)

The Portkey took him, he was certain, based on the homes set into the hills—he'd seen them before on postcards—to some deserted Italian seaside village. The beach was empty save for a lone figure reclining next to a white horse in the distance.

Potter, Snape thought, dusting himself off and making his way to the run-away hero. I suppose I'd want a vacation, as well, if I'd just van

"Snape," Harry said levelly, while she poured honey into a cup of tea. "Care for some?"

"How?"

"Voldemort. How else?"

"Why did you send me the Portkey?"

"I need your help, obviously."

"With . . . ?"

Harry barked out a laugh and gestured at herself. "I've breasts, now, you prat. I want to be rid of them."

"And what makes you believe that I—"

"Only a virgin can un-bewitch me."

Snape opened his mouth to protest Potter's presumption, but snapped it shut when noticed the "horse" had a horn.

"Yes?"

"Fuck," Snape muttered, remembering the life debt he now owed Potter.

"That's the idea. At least you're straight."

Snape sank to the sand. "There are other virgins of whom you could make use. Why me?"

"You're the hero, and the hero gets the girl."