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.
85. For snakeling, whose prompt was "Kingsley/Snape, socks, spy."
Keeping Warm at Christmas (R; Kingsley/Snape; 100 words)
"Albus always gives me socks, as well. I suppose socks are the wages of all who spy for him."
"Spare me your Christmas cheer, Shacklebolt."
"Would you rather have a measure of my Christmas cock?"
Severus' frown deepened as he turned to see if anyone had overheard them. No one had. "You're serious?"
Kingsley nodded and left the room. A short time later, Severus followed him. When he joined the man in an unused bedroom, he found him nude save for his orange fuzzy socks.
"Take those off."
"No. Strip off. We don't have much time."
"A full measure, indeed."
86. For rhiandra, whose prompt was "Snape and Girl!Harry seductress undercover-auror; jealousy."
Take Your Husband to Work Day (R; Snape/Girl!Harry; 100 words)
Severus' jealousy had been roused by his wife's outfit. He'd almost ordered her not to go out, but he knew that, as an undercover-Auror, she frequently had to play the seductress. Rather than object to her attention to duty, he insinuated himself into her routine without her knowledge. So it was that when Harry arrived at the Hog's Head to meet with her informant, she found Severus lying nude in the bed of Room Four.
"What are you doing here? I'm working!"
"Not anymore," Severus growled, pulling Harry toward him with a flick of his wrist.
"You can't just interu—mph!"
87. For xanthophyllippa, whose prompt was "Snape/Hooch/Minerva: raspberry, azalea, candlelight."
A Pragmatic Apology (R; Snape/Hooch/Minerva; 100 words)
Minerva shot Severus a speaking look before running after Hooch, who was normally not so thin-skinned. Sighing, the Potions master nicked a pot of raspberry preserves from the table and left the Great Hall, transfiguring the thing into an azalea bush just outside of Hooch's quarters and wishing he had not snapped at her.
My Slytherins have practice today.
The door flew open at his knock.
"We think," Minerva said, lying next to a half-undressed Hooch, "that you should find a useful way to exercise your tongue."
Stunned, Snape asked, "Isn't it too early for . . . candlelight?" but he entered anyway.