I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE HARRY POTTER CHARACTERS. THEY ARE OWNED BY J.K. ROWLING AND THE HARRY POTTER BOOK SERIES. OK, THIS DISCLAIMER IS OVER.
Playing with Beetles, Part II
A/N – If you have not read Playing with Beetles Part I, read that first. If not, you will SOOOOO not understand this.
Thursday came and went, and then it was Friday, the day before the important game.
"Schnookie-kins, can I come in?" Rita called from the adjoining room. Snape rolled his eyes. He couldn't wait till the game.
"Yes, my beautiful green beetle of love!" He felt more like saying, "No, you ugly fat granny!" but held back. She let herself in. She was wearing stunning green robes covered in emerald green sequins. It would look shockingly pretty on anyone but her. Her ugly hair had made an improvement, but it still looked horrid. She had put tons of MagiScara on (magic mascara), and so much lipstick on she could pass for Bozo the Clown. Her shoes had the highest heels he'd seen in his life, they matched her robes and were open-toed. Her stubby toes stuck out, the nails covered in Cramann's Light-Up MagiNail Polish, in green. Her fingernails matched. He thought he would turn green from sickness.
"Ready for our romantic, candle-lit dinner by the lake?" Rita queried, giving a horrible grin.
He'd forgotten about that.
"Uh, one moment, Rita my dear." He hurried into another room (the same one she'd come out of) and came back out in nicer, cleaner robes, his hair combed back and a fake grin on his face that only Rita would think real. Reluctantly, he held out his hand, which she took hold of.
Pop!
He put her in his pocket. Everyone else would be in the Great Hall for dinner, so he could safely take her out to the lake without being seen.
On the way out, Snape snuck into the kitchen and, of course, the house elves loaded him with food, and, after he asked for one, they gave him a picnic blanket. He could feel the fat ol' beetle, Rita, obviously wanting to get out of his pocket. He left the kitchen quickly and shuffled out to the lake.
"Finally," Rita breathed, once she had returned to her human form. "I haven't seen the beauty of the outdoors for a year." She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
Snape thought to himself.
"That is the first beautiful thing she has ever said." But then he reminded himself how annoying she was and that was the end of that thought.
He set up everything and conjured some candles right on the bank of the lake. The sun was setting. He thought it would be great, if who he was with wasn't an annoying green beetle. The food was laid out and they ate.
"Mmm… so… tomorrow's… the big… day," she said between a mouthful of vegetarian tortellini and a huge gulf of butterbeer.
"Bigger than you think," Snape mumbled under his breath.
"What was that, Snapey-schnookie-wookie-cookie?"
He almost threw up his whole meal. He'd gotten used to Schnookie-kins, but Snapey-schnookie-wookie-cookie?
"Oh, nothing, Rita my lovey love," he said, pretending to look at her, but really looking past her. He was looking at the lighted outside windows of the Great Hall. The silhouettes seemed ready to go.
"Sweetie, we better get moving. They're almost done in the Great Hall." He got up quickly, packed the stuff, and folded the blanket.
"Hold my hand," he ordered her. Once again, there was the familiar popping noise and Rita was in Snape's hand, heading toward his pocket. On the way back, they stopped by the kitchen to drop off the plates, silverware, cups, and blanket.
Hee hee! Please review! I have written the third and final part and am in the process of transferring it to my PC. Hope you have the time to read my other fic if you haven't already: Family Business, Chapter 1, and Family Business, Chapters 2-5. Have fun!