AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Ok. This is a bit different style for me. I have a fairly good idea of where I want this to go, but at this point I've written only a few scattered scenes (I always seem to write from the inside out!). They appear here in the correct order, but without some bits that will proceed them and connect them. But before I expend any more emotional energy on digging the rest out of my brain, I really need to know if I should bother! Suggestions and/or constructive criticism are very welcome.
WARNING: Contains fairly explicit (though not entirely tasteless) sex. Also contains SLASH references. If either of these elements offends you, please do not read this fic.
All of the characters in this fic, with the exception of the incorrigible Felicia, belong to JK Rowling. No copyright infringement is intended. FAMILY REUNION
She was waiting for him in the library. There was a book open on the table before her, but she was making no pretence at reading it. It had been nearly 10 years since she had last set foot in Hogwarts. Not much had changed since then. Dumbledore looked a little older, perhaps, but was still as exasperatingly inquisitive as ever! She had merely asked to see Severus Snape! Had that been such an unusual request?
"I will tell Severus you are here. Whether he will see you is entirely up to him, I'm afraid," Dumbledore had said finally, after all but subjecting her to Veritasserum! By the Dark Lord, you would think she had stormed into Dumbledore's office brandishing a Dark Mark and crying for Severus' blood! Hmm. Interesting thought, though!
So here she sat, waiting. Patience had never been her finest virtue. "Whether he will see you is entirely up to him, I'm afraid." She tapped her foot against the table impatiently. It would be just like Severus to refuse to see her! She looked around. Not even a student to distract her! How long was she going to have to sit here?
She heard the door to the library open and turned around expectantly. Severus Snape stood in the doorway staring at her. An expression of extreme distaste was evident in the downward turn of his lips and the coldness of his black eyes.
"You look like a Muggle whore, Felicia." He stated flatly, his eyes traveling over her, taking in her tight, short leather skirt and clingy sweater.
She smiled sweetly. "Thank you, Severus, I have always valued your sense of fashion."
Severus made no move to approach her. "I have a class in 10 minutes. Come to my classroom if you want to talk." His voice was cold.
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"What is it, Felicia?" he asked impatiently once they were inside the classroom.
She raised her brows. "I haven't seen you in nearly 10 years. Aren't you the least bit glad to see me, Severus?" She stretched up against him, entwining her arms around his neck. "I have missed you, dear brother." Her voice was low, husky.
He pulled her arms from his neck, pushing her firmly away. She shrugged. "I've been to see father… He sends you his love."
"Hardly likely, Felicia" he sneered, his lips twisting. "I trust you found him well?" I hope you found him lying in a pool of his own vomit, bleeding from all pores!
"As always." She ran her finger along the edge of his desk, gazing idly at the various potion bottles. "Potions Master," she murmured, "How very appropriate, how very useful for you." She looked up at him. "You've done well for yourself, Severus." She flashed him a brilliant smile that dazzled his eyes. "But then, I always knew you would—despite Father's dark prognostications!"
She turned toward the door as noises outside in the hall heralded the arrival of his next class. "We need to talk more, later." The first few of the students entered the room.
She all but squealed with delight. "What a beautiful class you have, dear brother!" She looked from one fresh young face to the other. So young, so fresh, so pretty…
"Behave yourself, Felicia!" he snarled under his breath, his black eyes flashing.
She smiled sweetly at him, a look of wide-eyed innocence in her own black eyes, so very like his. "Don't I always, my love?"
She spotted Draco immediately he walked through the door. The resemblance to Lucius was delightful!
"But you must be a Malfoy!" she exclaimed as he approached his seat in the first row. So pretty!
"I'm Draco Malfoy." The voice was strong, confident, proud.
"Lucius' little boy?" Delight glistened in her eyes.
"Little boy? I'm 16!" Affront, wounded pride clear in his voice. Who was she to call him a little boy?
How wonderful, how delightful…
She looked him up and down, slowly. Draco blushed slightly. "Of course you're not a little boy, my dear" she purred. "You favor your father very strongly. There is a trace of the beautiful Narcissa in you, naturally, but no one could mistake the fine Malfoy line."
Draco drew himself up proudly, chin uplifted, slight satisfied curl of his lip his smile.
So like Lucius
…She extended her hand to him. "I'm Felicia Devire, Severus' sister. And I'm delighted to meet you." Again, the soft, almost purring voice.
"And I'm afraid she must be leaving us now," Snape said tersely, propelling her firmly towards the door. "Wait for me in my office" he hissed in her ear. "I'm sure you can find your way!"
Draco stared after her. Snape's sister! A notebook came flying at him. He almost ducked in time.
Pansy was scowling at him. "Shut your mouth, Draco, you look like a startled goldfish!" The class laughed. Draco flushed, picked up the notebook and threw it back at her.
"Mr. Malfoy, Miss Parkinson! That'll be 50 points taken from Slytherin—each--for failing to control your pubescent tempers…."
