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Potio by Seeker (NC-17)
Fandom: HARRY POTTER
Pairing: Snape/Lockhart
Author on LJ: Not that I know of
Author Website: Brenda Antrim’s Fanfiction Archive
Why this must be read:
Yeah, you read the pairing right. Wait, don’t go away! First off, I am firmly of the opinion that Lockhart does not get enough love in fanfiction, and even less well-written love. This fic gives one of the most compelling portraits of Lockhart post Chamber of Secrets that I’ve found. Read it, and see if it doesn’t make you rethink your opinion of him, even just a little bit.
And as for the pairing, it doesn't get a lot of love either. There are about three decent serious fics and a handful of smut fics worth reading and that's it. Still, one of the reasons I first got into this pairing, and why I enjoy them together is because Snape and Lockhart are different from each other in just about every single way. When you combine Snape’s biting snarkiness with Lockhart’s egotistical obliviousness and put them in any sort of situation together it’s funny as hell. For a great example of that, try Predatrix’s Photo Perfect, which I debated reccing here instead of Potio.
This fic isn’t so much about Snape and Lockhart's differences, but rather what they have in common. Set after the end of Voldemort, Snape has lived through a war and has nothing left to return to but teaching, a job he hates on many levels. Lockhart has escaped from St. Mungos, his mind and body more than a little broken. And they find each other.
One of the things I really enjoy about this fic is that it’s tense, quiet and extremely visual- the dialogue is sparse, and as Snape and Lockhart’s relationship evolves, it’s actions that speak louder than words.
When he woke up, several things hit him at once, making him rather dizzy. He was sober for the first time in weeks. He was no longer at the pub. He was clean. And naked under a long, soft sleep shirt he didn't recognize. He was in a laboratory that surrounded him on all sides and seemed to go on forever. The fire in his face had muted to the point where it was bearable. He could actually think straight.
The last point was perhaps the most frightening. He glanced over to the largest of several work tables, where Snape hovered over an array of cauldrons of various sizes, emitting steam of various hues and aromas. The Potion Master appeared to be happy, intent eyes darting from one bubbling brew to another. Lockhart watched him work and thought again of what Snape had told him of his reasons.
"How long are you on holiday?" he asked, somewhat surprised by how rusty his voice sounded. Snape jumped a little, then gave him a disgruntled look.
"Oh, awake again, are you? Pity. I was hoping you'd stay unconscious until you were healed. Or dead."
So. A little unconventional, but give it a try, eh?
Potio
And if you’re in anyway intrigued, there’s an mini-archive of Snape/Lockhart stuff here.
Pairing: Snape/Lockhart
Author on LJ: Not that I know of
Author Website: Brenda Antrim’s Fanfiction Archive
Why this must be read:
Yeah, you read the pairing right. Wait, don’t go away! First off, I am firmly of the opinion that Lockhart does not get enough love in fanfiction, and even less well-written love. This fic gives one of the most compelling portraits of Lockhart post Chamber of Secrets that I’ve found. Read it, and see if it doesn’t make you rethink your opinion of him, even just a little bit.
And as for the pairing, it doesn't get a lot of love either. There are about three decent serious fics and a handful of smut fics worth reading and that's it. Still, one of the reasons I first got into this pairing, and why I enjoy them together is because Snape and Lockhart are different from each other in just about every single way. When you combine Snape’s biting snarkiness with Lockhart’s egotistical obliviousness and put them in any sort of situation together it’s funny as hell. For a great example of that, try Predatrix’s Photo Perfect, which I debated reccing here instead of Potio.
This fic isn’t so much about Snape and Lockhart's differences, but rather what they have in common. Set after the end of Voldemort, Snape has lived through a war and has nothing left to return to but teaching, a job he hates on many levels. Lockhart has escaped from St. Mungos, his mind and body more than a little broken. And they find each other.
One of the things I really enjoy about this fic is that it’s tense, quiet and extremely visual- the dialogue is sparse, and as Snape and Lockhart’s relationship evolves, it’s actions that speak louder than words.
When he woke up, several things hit him at once, making him rather dizzy. He was sober for the first time in weeks. He was no longer at the pub. He was clean. And naked under a long, soft sleep shirt he didn't recognize. He was in a laboratory that surrounded him on all sides and seemed to go on forever. The fire in his face had muted to the point where it was bearable. He could actually think straight.
The last point was perhaps the most frightening. He glanced over to the largest of several work tables, where Snape hovered over an array of cauldrons of various sizes, emitting steam of various hues and aromas. The Potion Master appeared to be happy, intent eyes darting from one bubbling brew to another. Lockhart watched him work and thought again of what Snape had told him of his reasons.
"How long are you on holiday?" he asked, somewhat surprised by how rusty his voice sounded. Snape jumped a little, then gave him a disgruntled look.
"Oh, awake again, are you? Pity. I was hoping you'd stay unconscious until you were healed. Or dead."
So. A little unconventional, but give it a try, eh?
Potio
And if you’re in anyway intrigued, there’s an mini-archive of Snape/Lockhart stuff here.