Drabbles are supposed to be exactly 100 words long. Most of these are.
Also including some other short items that aren't exactly drabbles, but close enough.

This page has a lot of Snape.

Written for hpsquick100, January 7, 2004.
Title: Love Bomb
Rating: R
Length: 100 words
Topic: Poltersmut
Pairing: Filch/Peeves

The water bombs on the students were merely a ruse. It worked. Filch gave chase - and found Peeves waiting with the last balloon.

Worth it. Worth stroking himself, night after night, imagining how Filch might punish him. (The cane? Chains? Ooohh.)

Worth it for the look on Filch's face as a week's worth of cold poltergeist-spunk plopped onto his head and trickled down his stringy hair.

"Wheee! Pretty Argie!" Peeves gleefully waggled his cock. "Plenty more where that came from, darling!"

"I'll have you for this, Peeves..." said that deliciously menacing wheeze. "Lick it off. Now!"

Squirming, Peeves did.

Written for hpsquick100, October 2, 2004.
Title: The Needs of the Many
Rating: PG
Length: 100 words
Topic: Mary Sues
Characters: Sorting Hat and a Mary Sue

"Venusdottir, Deliria!"

The transfer student settled the Sorting Hat on her luxuriant raven hair.

"Hmm..." said a small voice.

"I wanna be in Gryffindor, like Cousin Harry! And Slytherin, like Cousin Draco!"

"Hmm. Do you, indeed?"

"And Ravenclaw - the N.E.W.T.s will be so easy, and I'm already a Giant Squid Animagus!"

"Really? I find that very hard to believe..."

"I'll prove it! Watch this!" Deliria's body swelled abruptly, scattering tiny shreds of the Hat all over the Great Hall.

She managed to wave a tentacle smugly before asphyxiating.

"We honor the Hat's courageous sacrifice," said Dumbledore, wiping away a tear.

Written for snape100, October 12, 2004.
Title: Professorhead
Rating: PG-13
Length: 100 words
Topic: Headmaster Snape
Pairing: Snape/Peeves

"You cannot be serious. Intercourse - with that creature?"

All the portraits nodded, while Peeves continued doing somersaults around the headmaster's office, cackling in anticipation.

Feverishly, Snape searched the fine print of his employment contract. "Clause 893.59.2... sex... poltergeist... alternate Thursdays... Oh, bloody hell!"

Dumbledore's portrait winked. "A tradition, Severus."

"Close your eyes and think of Slytherin," added Nigellus, smirking.

"All right!" Snape snarled. "You. Poltergeist! Come here - "

"Yes, sir!" Peeves zoomed over, waving some scraps of black lace. "For you, Professorhead, sir!"

"What?!" Snape seized the contract again. "Clause 893.59.4... suspenders and a bra..."

It was a very long Thursday.

Written for snape100, April 21, 2005.
Title: Severus the Spy
Rating: R
Length: 100 words
Topic: "First, a spanking! And then, the oral sex!"
Characters: Snape, Voldemort, Dumbledore
Warning: Monty Python references.

First, a spanking...

The Death Eaters leer. Snape grits his teeth and bends over.

Then the oral sex...

Snape sucks.

Then the anal sex...

Snape contemplates the lubricant's inferior quality and negligible quantity.

Then the compulsory grovelling...

Snape crawls, naked, to kiss the hem of the Dark Lord's robes.

Then the Cruciatus...

Snape screams.

Then the Legilimency...

Snape smirks, his secrets safe.

Then the ritual cursing of Harry Potter...

Snape never admits to enjoying this part.

Then the evil plotting and planning...

Snape spies.

And then - at last - the debriefing session with Dumbledore.

Snape breaks.

"Nooooooo!!! Not the comfy chair!!!"

Written for darklord100, August 28, 2005.
Title: Sweet Dreams
Rating: PG
Length: 100 words
Topic: The Dark Lord
Characters: Narcissa, little Draco

"...but it's not fair, Mother! We're better than them - "

"Too many of them, so we must hide - so the Muggle-lovers say - but don't you believe that, my love."

"Not fair - "

"I know... And some day we'll not have to hide any more - that I promise you, darling. The Dark Lord will set us free."

"But he's gone."

"Never! There's always been a Dark Lord, and always shall be, till Muggles are in the dirt where they belong, beneath our heels - "

"He'll come back?"

"Of course he will, darling. Promise! Give Mother a kiss now, and go to sleep... Good night!"

Written for Luthien's "Snape had never..." prompt, September 29, 2005.
Title: Snape's Fic
Rating: PG
Pairing: implied Snape/Harry

Snape had never written fan-fiction before, and it showed.

The one solitary review took him to task, sternly, for creating a blatant Gary Stu who shags Frodo, kills Gandalf, and flees into the night with Legolas to join the Dark Lord.

"So then he turns out to be a double agent, does he?" scoffed the reviewer. "Dies heroically and saves the day, right? Bitch, pleeease!"

The story was deleted that very evening. And Snape never wrote fan-fiction again.

Written for snaperarepairs, March 18, 2006.
Title: The Lightning-Struck Deus Ex Machina
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Snape/Dumbledore, with apologies to HBP Chapter 27.

"Severus... please..."

Snape gazed at Dumbledore silently.

"Please... I don't want to die a virgin!"

For a long moment, no one spoke... then Malfoy let out a wheezing gasp. "But - I - but he - "

"I'll do it," said the werewolf, still leering at Dumbledore.

"Too late - he's asked for me by name," said Snape, already unbuttoning his robes. "Tsk, Draco. The Dark Lord wanted your bloodline for the child."

"The ch-chi...?" Malfoy dropped his wand, and the lumpy-looking Death Eater tittered.

"Powerful wizard, Permachaste Curse, last request, Uranus in Capricorn - oh yes, I'm sure to conceive forthwith."

"And then we kill him!"

"No, Greyback." Black fabric rippled to the ground at Snape's feet. He wore nothing beneath. "Then he and I come into our heritage as Veela Elves, form a soul-bond, sprout wings, and fly off to live happily ever after!"

The Death Eaters assumed this last bit was sarcasm.

They were wrong.

Written for Tarie's New Year Drabble Exchange, January 2, 2007.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: implied non-con Snape/Sirius, Snape/Lily
Length: 169 words
Request: Snack-shipper Envinyatar asked for "something dark/desperate" and "wrongness."

As it happens, he really can stopper death - but the enchantment is neither Light nor lightly done. Only once before has he been tempted to halt a departing soul for his pleasure.

"I forbid it," Albus had said, gaze stern.

Nothing was allowed to imperil the Potter brat's blood-safety - so the sacrificed mother went uncaptured. Regrettably.

Fifteen years later, he takes care to work his perilous art in secrecy; none to witness his skill, none to see his triumph when the veil surrenders its victim. And none to know his satisfaction - many, many times thereafter - as he unstoppers the flask of his creation to call forth the restless spirit bound within.

Dark smoke swirls to the floor of Snape's chamber, taking solid form: a tall figure, fists clenched in fury against the old magic that bids him speak.

"What is your will, my Master?" Words forced out through gritted teeth.

"Sit, Black." This game will never lose its charm. "Lie down. Roll over! Now beg."

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