A Secret Admirer: The Stalking of Severus Snape
I just wanted to post that just like my other fic, A GIFT FOR A HAG, I have to take a break from SECRET ADMIRER for a bit, to reivise some notes for ADMIRER and post some new Snape fics, especially the next installment of the main fic THE MENTAL MENTORSHIP trilogy. I promise that I have much more to post for ADMIRER and it will kick off exactly where the last chapter ends. Thank you so much for the reviews, alerts, & favorites for SECRET ADMIRER. All my fics overlap, so I actually need to post in other ones so the later posts of GIFT and ADMIRER will make sense. I assure you that ADMIRER is not finished…remember, Vector still has to give the ring back and Snape just might need a taste of his own medicine…
Chapter 21: A Broken Engagement
Snape's Office…
"Is it truly such a formidable task to "pretend" that you enjoy my "affections? I must ask…merely out of curiousity," asked Snape smugly. Septima had been placed in a very vulnerable position today and he seemed to thrive on it.
Septima said nothing. However, her expression said it all.
"You are still young then, silly girl. People kiss and do not seem to like each other very much all the time…especially muggles."
"Well, now that I have experienced this first hand…" said Septima.
Septima smirked. She could not believe how he seemed to be relishing in her discomfort.
"Well, at least our "engagement" was not consummated," said Snape in relief.
"I'd die, Snape. I'd rather die," Septima shouted.
"Likewise. I can suggest locales for a honeymoon," said Snape, his words dripping with sarcasm. "Should Florence return…I might have to marry you," he said, matter-of-fact.
"Er, no. NEVER!" Septima protested. "I would be forced to ask you very nicely for your strongest-acting poison. Do not worry…your soul would remain quite intact. Consider it a mercy killing, Severus. Merlin help her…" Septima gazed upward. "…if someone were ever…Mrs. Snape," she gulped. "Please remove it," she stared down at her ring finger.
He took his time before responding…
"Vector…If I loved…you would never imagine what I am capable of. Do not discount me. But, I do not nor am I inclined to do so presently, which Florence has, hopefully, just observed," gloated Snape.
"Well, the ring is, er, nice…I will give you that," said Septima reluctantly.
"Yes. If I loved, which I do not, I would spare no expense to show my, er, devotion. Very easy to conjure this ring, considering there is not one iota of feeling involved, especially towards its owner…I mean wearer." Snape looked at Septima carefully.
Septima wished to leave the dungeons as soon as possible. She had heard enough of Snape's monologues. The prat was certainly basking in his glory, she thought.
"Oh," said Vector blankly. She stopped for a moment and took in what Snape had just told her. She shook her head. As if he had ever cared for anyone accept himself…what was the fool going on about?
Snape raised an eyebrow slowly. "Any objections? Do you wish to say something…Septima?"
"Er, no," said Septima, shaking her head sheepishly.
She recovered. "I'd rather my life were expendable…if it meant being married to you."
"That can be arranged…the alternative, of course. However, I am in good temperament, Vector, and I have made it very clear how I feel about my…"fiancee"…
Keep the ring a little longer…think of me." Snape's lips twisted into a scowl.
"Hags are rarely proposed to. I will indulge you for one evening…nobody would dare question it…to my face, anyway. I think this is rather amusing, but at least I have thwarted the admirer...and I do appreciate your assistance regarding the matter."
Snape sneered as Septima took a deep breath and stomped out of the dungeons.
The dolt…he mused to himself. She need not panic. Charon would be at her door first thing in the morning to retrieve the blasted ring.
Snape did not wish for anyone to misinterpret his intentions…
TO BE CONTINUED…