A teeny Snape/Draco story (originally commentfic), written for someone-who-shall-remain-nameless who was having a particularly bad work-related day.
"Bloody effing bastards!"
Draco sighed and continued unbuttoning Severus's jacket.
"You'd think that after twenty years of service, life-risking espionage, and a bloody Order of Merlin, I might be due some tiny crumb of consideration...."
Draco slipped the sleeves of Severus's jacket off his shoulders and set it neatly on the bedside table.
"...but no! Not a bit of it. They wouldn't even offer me the bloody Potions job again..."
Draco blinked in surprise.
"Oh yes, well you might blink in surprise! Apparently Hermione Fucking Granger took over after Slughorn left and she's been getting exemplary evaluations from the students."
Draco snorted as he removed Severus's shirt.
"Exactly! Evaluations. Bah. In my day, nobody cared what the bloody students thought of our teaching methodology."
Draco nodded, then stacked four pillows up by the headboard and pushed Severus back into them.
"Do you know what they offered me?"
Draco shook his head.
"Bloody Divinations! Co-teaching with that bint Trelawney, now that Firenze has fucked off back to the forest."
Draco shook his head, then raised his eyebrows questioningly.
"Of course I took it. How else would I get to indulge my penchant for punishing Gryffindors?"
Draco smiled, then leaned in to kiss Severus.
"Well?" Severus said. "How was your day?"
"All right," said Draco. "But you know, training to be a mime isn't as easy as I thought it was going to be.