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All things not Allosia belong to JKR.
WARNING - really obnoxious cliffhanger!
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She walked towards his rooms with a feeling of dread and wondered absently if it was perhaps the work of some ward or charm on these particular halls. Allosia didn't actually think this was the case, but she couldn't help but hope.
Outside his rooms she closed her eyes and let her breath out, trying to convince herself that it would be okay, that they weren't going to fight, that they weren't going to let nosey students dictate the outcome of whatever it was that was going on between them.
He felt familiar to her. And while the other professors were slowly becoming friends, his companionship was a comfort, even if they both found the obvious desire between them equally uncomfortable and amusing. She wondered absently what all this was a function of, their past, pheremones, magic or machinations beyond them. That it was all equally plausible delighted her; it made them safe, just slightly.
She passed her right hand through the air down the center of her body. Stood a little straighter, chuckled at herself and opened her eyes, only to find him standing there with the door open smiling at her.
She winced.
"Are you going to come in now?"
She smiled and twisted her head. "Point one for Severus," she muttered.
He closed the door behind her with a broad gesture and strode across the room to offer her wine. She tried not to sound to grateful for it or to sip at it too loudly and obviously.
Snape gestured at her usual chair, and she lounged back in it, trying to appear comfortable and relaxed as she had not on previous visits.
She looked at him to begin, since he had made it clear he had an agenda.
"Malfoy knows, as I told you." He paused then and sighed. "I told him I was taking advantage of the fact that we knew each other as students to gain your trust, to spy on you, the implication being of course, for Voldemort. I made it rather abundantly clear how critical his silence was on this matter, and I believe I've secured that silence."
"Couldn't you have come up with something else?"
"Not as plausible, no."
"Well, that much is true."
Snape raised his eyebrows at this. "Do tell."
"Apparently Harry had been convinced it was Ron Weasley pulling a prank, until the Granger girl corrected him."
"Corrected him how?"
"You don't want to know, but she does know it was us, and seems find it not terribly scandalous, although," she paused trying to remember the phrasing, "a positive development."
"Where did you get all this?"
"Neville Longobottom," she answered smugly.
Snape looked at her increduously.
"I threatened him. Politely. The trick with him is not to yell. I told him it would all be much less scary if he just told me what he knew about the situation, since the pranksters really do need to be ascertained. Plus, I think being female helped."
"Where did you develop this skill?"
"I'm an auror, Severus," she stated as if he were missing the obvious.
"Do you do a lot of interrogations?"
Allosia nodded, smiled and licked her lips.
"Point two to Allosia, clearly."
That sat quietly for a while, until Allosia asked, "what else?"
"Hrmmm?" Snape had clearly been lost in thought.
"I was under the impression that your agenda was," she paused for emphasis, "more significant."
"Isn't it always?"
He sounded weary and she shrugged.
Looking for the still unknown path that Snape was clearly counting on, she stood up, and wandered over to his desk, where he had books and scrolls piled high. She pursed her lips, read what she could upside down, and then asked, "What's the paper on?"
"Time released potions."
She looked at him in confusion, "but that's common."
He smiled then, stood up, and joined her by the desk. He grabbed at a few of his notebooks and turned them around so she could look. "Not if you're talking about multiple effects. Task one for an hour, as the potion wears off and the body chemistry changes, latent properties are activated in the potion and the next event takes places. Potential uses include complex medical situations,"
"and complex military situations," Allosia said, suddenly comprehending.
Snape smiled down at her, but she didn't see it, until she turned away from the desk to face him. He was dangerously close to her, his left hand still lightly resting on one of the desk's open notebooks. Allosia met his eyes and waited, willing herself not to break eye contact.
"Would you let me test them out on you, the way I used to?" he asked very quietly.
Allosia let out a small nervous noise, too short to be called a laugh, but she didn't break eye contact, and she didn't say no.
"You astound me," Snape said, bringing his hands up to gently cup her face. He leaned down and kissed her, more as if he was holding a sacred goblet, than a woman.
"You should be careful," she said, his face still very close to hers.
"Of what?"
"You hold a woman's face like this and she might get the impression you're in love with her."
All things not Allosia belong to JKR.
WARNING - really obnoxious cliffhanger!
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She walked towards his rooms with a feeling of dread and wondered absently if it was perhaps the work of some ward or charm on these particular halls. Allosia didn't actually think this was the case, but she couldn't help but hope.
Outside his rooms she closed her eyes and let her breath out, trying to convince herself that it would be okay, that they weren't going to fight, that they weren't going to let nosey students dictate the outcome of whatever it was that was going on between them.
He felt familiar to her. And while the other professors were slowly becoming friends, his companionship was a comfort, even if they both found the obvious desire between them equally uncomfortable and amusing. She wondered absently what all this was a function of, their past, pheremones, magic or machinations beyond them. That it was all equally plausible delighted her; it made them safe, just slightly.
She passed her right hand through the air down the center of her body. Stood a little straighter, chuckled at herself and opened her eyes, only to find him standing there with the door open smiling at her.
She winced.
"Are you going to come in now?"
She smiled and twisted her head. "Point one for Severus," she muttered.
He closed the door behind her with a broad gesture and strode across the room to offer her wine. She tried not to sound to grateful for it or to sip at it too loudly and obviously.
Snape gestured at her usual chair, and she lounged back in it, trying to appear comfortable and relaxed as she had not on previous visits.
She looked at him to begin, since he had made it clear he had an agenda.
"Malfoy knows, as I told you." He paused then and sighed. "I told him I was taking advantage of the fact that we knew each other as students to gain your trust, to spy on you, the implication being of course, for Voldemort. I made it rather abundantly clear how critical his silence was on this matter, and I believe I've secured that silence."
"Couldn't you have come up with something else?"
"Not as plausible, no."
"Well, that much is true."
Snape raised his eyebrows at this. "Do tell."
"Apparently Harry had been convinced it was Ron Weasley pulling a prank, until the Granger girl corrected him."
"Corrected him how?"
"You don't want to know, but she does know it was us, and seems find it not terribly scandalous, although," she paused trying to remember the phrasing, "a positive development."
"Where did you get all this?"
"Neville Longobottom," she answered smugly.
Snape looked at her increduously.
"I threatened him. Politely. The trick with him is not to yell. I told him it would all be much less scary if he just told me what he knew about the situation, since the pranksters really do need to be ascertained. Plus, I think being female helped."
"Where did you develop this skill?"
"I'm an auror, Severus," she stated as if he were missing the obvious.
"Do you do a lot of interrogations?"
Allosia nodded, smiled and licked her lips.
"Point two to Allosia, clearly."
That sat quietly for a while, until Allosia asked, "what else?"
"Hrmmm?" Snape had clearly been lost in thought.
"I was under the impression that your agenda was," she paused for emphasis, "more significant."
"Isn't it always?"
He sounded weary and she shrugged.
Looking for the still unknown path that Snape was clearly counting on, she stood up, and wandered over to his desk, where he had books and scrolls piled high. She pursed her lips, read what she could upside down, and then asked, "What's the paper on?"
"Time released potions."
She looked at him in confusion, "but that's common."
He smiled then, stood up, and joined her by the desk. He grabbed at a few of his notebooks and turned them around so she could look. "Not if you're talking about multiple effects. Task one for an hour, as the potion wears off and the body chemistry changes, latent properties are activated in the potion and the next event takes places. Potential uses include complex medical situations,"
"and complex military situations," Allosia said, suddenly comprehending.
Snape smiled down at her, but she didn't see it, until she turned away from the desk to face him. He was dangerously close to her, his left hand still lightly resting on one of the desk's open notebooks. Allosia met his eyes and waited, willing herself not to break eye contact.
"Would you let me test them out on you, the way I used to?" he asked very quietly.
Allosia let out a small nervous noise, too short to be called a laugh, but she didn't break eye contact, and she didn't say no.
"You astound me," Snape said, bringing his hands up to gently cup her face. He leaned down and kissed her, more as if he was holding a sacred goblet, than a woman.
"You should be careful," she said, his face still very close to hers.
"Of what?"
"You hold a woman's face like this and she might get the impression you're in love with her."
