6. windypoint prompted me with Severus/Lavender: housework.
Temporary Employment (R; Snavender; 150 words)
He worked his way through the houses each year; it was a way of staying sane. Licking a path up the thigh of one of the four Sixth or Seventh Years he permitted himself, he found a brief burst of scouring peace in the act of his defilement. If anyone knew, they never said, but Severus was always sure to Obliviate the boy or girl who left his bed.
It hadn't been difficult to select his current prize; Brown was ripe for it, sweet, firm, and eager. He enjoyed her desire to please as she laved his boots with her tongue, but he liked it better when she sucked him into her throat and swept away his tension.
And the scent she wore—Severus had never known anything so clean; he wanted to keep her in his service.
But he was bound by sullying self-contract to surrender his passion for Lavender.