Winter at Hogwarts
Disclaimer: As before I own neither the Night World nor Harry Potter.
1 OC (Night World based) - Winter Redfern.
The ride back to Hogwarts had been more sedate this time owing to the amount of concentration Winter needed to keep them both from becoming a smear on the tarmac. She parked by the steps to the main entrance thankful that the potions master had neither let go nor thrown up on her. They both climbed off and she pulled out her wand to ward her bike, lifting the seat she pulled out the two bottles then rested the helmet on the seat.
"Come on, I'll race you to your rooms."
"Absolutely not! I am a teacher; it wouldn't do for me to run through the halls shrieking like some first year Hufflepuff!" Snape exclaimed.
"Who said anything about shrieking?" Winter said before giving him a sly glance and singing, "the winner gets a free question."
Snape gave her a look to show her just how distasteful he thought her idea was.
"On your marks, get set…" Winter never finished, she took off running with him in hot pursuit.
"You cheated you little hussy!"
Professor McGonagall and the headmaster were in the staffroom, they had stayed up late discussing the first full day back at school. After one of her tirades over the Slytherin, Gryffindor animosity and who had done what to whom, they were sitting mostly in silence having a cup of hot chocolate together before bed. Through the quiet they heard a distant shriek followed by laughter, McGonagall sat up her face grim.
"The students are breaking curfew Albus, and on the first day too."
"It's not the student Minerva," he replied smiling.
"Then who is it? Even Peeves knows to be quiet at this time of night." Before the headmaster had a chance to reply a voice rang out.
"You cheated you little hussy!" A peal of laughter came back as a reply.
"I believe that would be Severus and Miss Redfern returning from their date." McGonagall began to chuckle as she wondered what the Redfern girl had done to warrant being called a hussy.
Snape approached his room out of breath and vowing to cut down the amount of coffee that Winter imbibed. Surely that was the reason for her seemingly never ending supply of energy; he looked at her dancing in front of the portrait to his rooms, trying to wake up the grim faced man that inhabited it.
"What do you want?" The picture asked in a voice thick with sleep.
"To get in, duh!"
"Password."
"Sev, Sevvy, Severus. What's your password honey?" Winter called.
"Madrigal." He replied without thinking. She relayed the password to the portrait which then dutifully swung open. Snape made a mental note to change it in the morning as he followed her inside. Winter started a fire with her wand, set the two bottles down on the floor between two sofas and began to take off her boots.
"That would be your free question." He told her as he sat on the sofa on one side, Winter finished her battle with her boots and sat opposite him heavily.
"What? But…"
"You didn't have a shot before asking for my password, your free question has been used." Snape explained amazed he was still capable of complex thought.
"Fine, I'll do it now." She said reaching over and picking up a bottle which Snape snatched off her.
"No, I think you'll find it's my turn Miss Redfern." He opened the bottle and took a swig, feeling smug as he heard Winter muttering under her breath.
"My question to you is how do you know I haven't been lying?" Pulling herself out of her sulk she flashed him a grin.
"I'm a walking lie detector," When Snape just looked at her she said, "I'll show you. Hold out your hands like this." She held her own out palms up and he copied her.
With a firm grip on his wrists all thoughts of lies flew from her head, like a circuit completed a jolt ran through her.
Her vision went hazy and her blood burned in her veins as she went on her knees before him. There was no reason, only feeling.
She pulled him towards her and he was on his knees, then they were reaching for one another. Their lips crashed together, her fingers in his hair, his hands on her waist. All that pent up sexual tension finally given an outlet, she felt his tongue pushing at her lips and she opened her mouth to him obligingly, their tongues battling for supremacy over each other and then she felt the strangest sensation they were merging, that an outside force was pushing them together. 'What the fuck?" and just like that her eyes snapped open and she knew. She broke off the kiss off abruptly and looked at him, she was breathing heavily from the kiss.
"Why in Merlin's name did you stop?" 'God she's sexy,' he thought to himself looking at her swollen lips and mussed up hair.
"Didn't you feel that?"
"Feel what?" he asked. She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose trying to focus. 'Alright Winter, you're drunk, it could've been static and you've just got an overactive imagination,' she thought to herself.
"Do you mean that jolt before we kissed, I believe all that leather has charged you up, we should really consider getting you out of it." He suggested and she knew she should be laughing but she couldn't, her heart was beating in her throat as adrenaline flooded her body.
She grabbed for a bottle of Firewhiskey and without a word began chugging it down before he snatched it away from her. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Winter what's going on?" he asked. She picked up her boots and stood backing up towards the door.
"It's been a long one hasn't it? We should get to bed, early start for both of us." Her smile didn't reach her eyes, and Snape, who didn't have a clue what was going on grabbed her arm to stop her from backing away. Winter jerked her arm back violently; she saw confusion in his eyes and was that hurt? But she couldn't explain it to him. How could she when she wouldn't even explain it to herself?
"Don't touch me vermin!" She snarled, on the inside she was wincing at her own coldness, but in her mind she knew it was necessary. She turned and fled his rooms leaving behind a very confused, very hurt potions master.