A story I won't be writing...
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averygoodun42Humans are resilient creatures. Remarkably resilient. So...
Snape and Harry get stranded somewhere. Perhaps it'll be AU and Dumbledore set it up so that they would be stranded there, and they need to cooperate with each other to survive. They find basic provisions including one bottle of very good alchohol which they decide not to crack open until there is an event worthy of such a fine vintage.
Years pass. They grudgingly get along. They learn how to work with each other, and, sometimes, even how to communicate in a non-destructive manner.
More years pass. Still stranded, they start looking on each other a bit differently. They are the only people in their little world, after all, and, well, beggars can't be choosy... but although they both are thinking that, neither dares ever, ever say anything or, worse still, act on anything. That would be... wrong on so many levels. Especially as they both see themselves as straight.
More time passes. Ten years, in fact, have passed. The night of their ten-year-anniversary stranded in their current predicament, they decide to crack open the bottle. They, not surprisingly, get drunk. They become rather candid and their past observations about the growing attractiveness of the other comes up.
They're drunk, their randy, they're leaning in for a kiss when all of a sudden: *pop* There's Hermione.
They are so overwhelmingly grateful to see her, and they both, Snape included, gush praise upon her excellent timing.
Now this idea came about for two reasons. One, Harry/Hermione/Snape is not a threesome I see a lot of (not that the story would necessarily end up a romance at all, let alone a threesome). I think I've only read one, and that had Harry and Snape as lovers to begin with, so suspension of disbelief was already well and truly in place.
The other reason is far more innocent: I was marveling over the fact that I can understand Babe most of the time now. I know he's not that much better at speaking (or rather, I know most people wouldn't understand him), but, for the most part, I can parse what he says. In effect, I've learned a second language these last few months. I know people do this all the time, and many, like mothers, don't have the benefit of classes and dictionaries to help in the learning process.
And, the thing is, language is only one aspect of the amazing capacities of human resilience. We're designed to be pretty darn flexible where life and survival are concerned.
So. That's one story I'm not going to be writing.
Snape and Harry get stranded somewhere. Perhaps it'll be AU and Dumbledore set it up so that they would be stranded there, and they need to cooperate with each other to survive. They find basic provisions including one bottle of very good alchohol which they decide not to crack open until there is an event worthy of such a fine vintage.
Years pass. They grudgingly get along. They learn how to work with each other, and, sometimes, even how to communicate in a non-destructive manner.
More years pass. Still stranded, they start looking on each other a bit differently. They are the only people in their little world, after all, and, well, beggars can't be choosy... but although they both are thinking that, neither dares ever, ever say anything or, worse still, act on anything. That would be... wrong on so many levels. Especially as they both see themselves as straight.
More time passes. Ten years, in fact, have passed. The night of their ten-year-anniversary stranded in their current predicament, they decide to crack open the bottle. They, not surprisingly, get drunk. They become rather candid and their past observations about the growing attractiveness of the other comes up.
They're drunk, their randy, they're leaning in for a kiss when all of a sudden: *pop* There's Hermione.
They are so overwhelmingly grateful to see her, and they both, Snape included, gush praise upon her excellent timing.
Now this idea came about for two reasons. One, Harry/Hermione/Snape is not a threesome I see a lot of (not that the story would necessarily end up a romance at all, let alone a threesome). I think I've only read one, and that had Harry and Snape as lovers to begin with, so suspension of disbelief was already well and truly in place.
The other reason is far more innocent: I was marveling over the fact that I can understand Babe most of the time now. I know he's not that much better at speaking (or rather, I know most people wouldn't understand him), but, for the most part, I can parse what he says. In effect, I've learned a second language these last few months. I know people do this all the time, and many, like mothers, don't have the benefit of classes and dictionaries to help in the learning process.
And, the thing is, language is only one aspect of the amazing capacities of human resilience. We're designed to be pretty darn flexible where life and survival are concerned.
So. That's one story I'm not going to be writing.
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Date: 2007-07-12 06:44 am (UTC)You won't even consider taking on a plot rabbit that has the three of them?
It is simply amazing how we such are a speaking (not just necessarily verbal) species. The urge to communicate is there at so very a tender an age. And how wonderful it is to be able to finally communicate with a child.