Welcome back. I posted this one sooner then expected. So far I'm still on three reviews and no Beta Reader. I'll try to have the more later. It just keeps getting better and better. I was asked what do I base this story off of. I said, my life. So I exaggerated a few things. But if ya can't laugh at yourself and your life what's the point?
By the way I do ice skate. I agree with Delia falling is no picnic. I was in the middle of this spin...oh who wants to hear it! I'll shut my cake hole. ON WITH THE STORY!
As always we know the ditty about disclaimers. Do presume them all.
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Ch 6-the necklace
Severus smiled he was overjoyed. This was the best thing that had happened to him in awhile. Delia had walked over to him. Severus wanted to embrace her but couldn't because he was grasping the chest. He walked the few steps to the shelf; set the chest down opened it up and retrieved the necklace and put it in the pocket of his robe. He walked back over to Delia, placed his arms around her waist her and drew her close. In the soft glow of candle light Delia look stunning, he thought. He didn't want to let her go. Delia wrapped her arms around Severus and their lips met. The kiss was a fervent with dizzying passion. The longer it continued on, the dizzier Delia became. The kiss seemed to fill with additional passion by the second. Each second that went on was better then the last. Delia couldn't take anymore she broke off the kiss, laid her head on Severus chest gasping for air. Her heart was pounding like it never had before. She imagined Severus was in the same boat. They
stood holding each other for what seemed like a long time when Severus whispered in Delia's ear, "Let me put the necklace on you."
Delia nodded and let go of Severus. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the jewelry box the necklace was in. "Turn around," he told Delia. Delia did so. Severus lifted Delia's hair, draping it over her left shoulder. But it wasn't working; Delia just had too much long hair. "You have exquisite hair."
"Thank you," she said gathering it up and holding it on top of her head revealing the back of he neck. "It took me seven years to get it this long."
"Hm, really?" Severus said opening the jewelry box and handing the empty box over Delia's right shoulder. She placed the box in her pocket. He undid the clasp on the chain and placed the necklace on Delia's soft neck with such a delicate touch that felt like a gentle caress. He closed he clasp and kissed Delia's neck sending chills all over Delia's body causing her to tense up. Delia dropped her hair, burying his head as Severus kissed Delia's neck once more. He laughed and removed his head and smoothed out Delia's hair then wrapped his arms around her resting his head on top of hers and said, "You know in ten minutes dinner will be over with."
"Upps!" she drawled out. "What can I say? I'll just have to go to the kitchen, before curfew and get a ham sandwich or something. `Cause if I'm out late that dork I can't stand will suspend me from Quidditch for a month," she laughed. "Or I'll just eat peanut butter crackers and a candy bar."
"Peanut butter crackers?" Severus asked.
"It's a snack food, really disgusting if you ask me. One little package has ..." she reached into a pocket and pulled out a package of Ritz Peanut butter crackers and looked at the back. "One hundred ninety calories and eighty are from fat. Total fat- nine grams, saturated fat one point five grams, no cholesterol, three hundred seventy Mgs of sodium, twenty four grams of total carbohydrates, dietary fiber one gram, sugars-five grams and protein-four grams, no vitamin A or C, calcium-six percent, iron is six percent. All of theses stats are based on a two thousand calorie diet. Total of six crackers in this package, which makes thrity nine grams of total weight...yummy! And with a Snickers I'll be having a good old dinner!"
"Delia Penelope Wheelrite you can't be serious," Severus said taken back.
"Me? When am I ever not serious?"
"Tell you what. You wait here and I'll be back shortly."
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"I am seeing about getting you a sensible dinner. And if I catch you eating these-" he took the crackers and stuffed them in his robes "-you will be in trouble. I know you well enough to know that you have two or three more packages in those robes of yours. My desk drawer is full of your inane stuff I have confiscated over the years. I thought the Weasley twins were bad."
"Do I get any of my priceless junk back?" she asked hopefully.
"You know the answer to that one!"
"Super. I'll brink a tote bag tomorrow and we can clean out your desk drawer."
"Miss Wheelrite you are incorrigible!" he said and gave a full-hearted laugh. "I will be back. Make yourself at home."
After Severus left Delia looked through his bookshelves then walked into the bathroom. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. The small key seemed as if it belonged on Delia's neck. It really was magnificent. She said to herself, "Baby, you know you are the bomb! You look ab fab. The best. Miss America, step aside and let DELIA P. WHEELRITE through...oh yeah oh yeah...you know it!"
"Yes, I do now it!"
Delia let out a small yelp of surprise. She wheeled around to discover Severus in the entryway of the bathroom. "How did you get back so fast!" she exclaimed. "The walk from here to the kitchen is ten minutes!"
He grinned as if her we a schoolboy. "Floo Powder. Do you truthfully think I would leave you unaccompanied down here by yourself for a lengthy period of time?"
"Valid point. You don't know what I can get up to sometimes. I mean, I could like, get into your closet and find your stash of Green Day CDs!"
"Its cupboard not closet. Honestly, I thought you knew English! And what is Green Day?"
"It's a band. They are the best! I can't believe you don't know who Green Day is! You need a musical tutoring!"
"For your information, I don't own a single CD. I do know what they are. I, in truth, don't possess a lot of Muggle things."
Delia shrugged. "I'm going to give you a musical education! You will learn all about Green Day and any other group, singer band or duo I think its appropriate!"
"Don't waste your time," Severus said abruptly. "I don't want to know about Muggle music."
"Your choice. But I don't know how you can live in such a drab dreary world. Music is the reflection of what people think. It can make you happy and sad. Without music you don't have a soul."
"I do listen to the WWN!" Severus snapped, "What more do you want!"
"Oh never mind," she rolled her eyes.
"Dinner ought to be here soon. One of the house elves will be bringing it once it has been prepared. They are having to cook it."
"Why cook? I mean leftovers from dinner in the Great Hall would have been okay by me."
"Same here, but they insisted I have a freshly cooked meal."
"What are they cooking us?" Delia asked.
"I don't know, nevertheless I said it was for two. You know how they are. I expect we shall have a sufficient amount for ten people. Before dinner arrives we have to bring in a table and chairs."
"Ok, I'll help. Where are we eating?"
"My chambers. First I need to move the couch and chair." He stepped out of the doorway, walked over to the couch took out his wand and said, "Wingarium Levioso!" and moved the couch to the left of the wardrobe. He did the same to the chair and footstool only placing them in front of the wardrobe. Delia walked over to the small table that was usually by the couch. The table looked funny to her stand there all alone.
She picked up square table and asked, "Where do I put this?"
"To the right of the fire place will be fine." Delia carried the table over to the indicated spot. "I don't know what you carried that."
"Because levitating a small table isn't worth it. It's easier just to pick it up carry it. Besides it didn't take as much time to move the table five feet! Why do I think if you had to live without magic for a day you couldn't do it!"
Severus gave Delia a cold stare. "I'm a wizard. I can use magic if I like. It's my choice."
"Yes it is. Heaven forbid you have to wait on the hot water to get down here instead of using magic! Heaven forbid you have to scrub a cauldron! Mop the floor! Use the Tube for a day! Watch TV!"
"DELIA!" He roared, "Shut up!"
"You couldn't! You couldn't," she taunted as if she were a child.
"I could if I wanted to!" ee replied dryly.
"Prove it!" she said coolly.
"I don't have too. Now, lets go get a table." They walked out of his chambers and into the darkened classroom. "I bet you can't get the table in chairs in at the same time!"
"Oh yeah. Betcha I can!"
"Do it!" he said as if he were eight.
"You know we are acting like first years!" Delia commented
"Just prove it! Since you are a witch..."
"Fine!" She took out her wand. Said the levitating spell and placed one of the classrooms chairs on the chosen table. She did the same with the second. She then called out, "Shrinkus!" The table and chair s shrunk to the size of dollhouse furniture. She pointed her wand "Accio table and chairs!" the furniture came flying into her out stretched hand. She walked into Severus chamber and placed the furniture four steps away from the hearth. She stepped back three steps and called out, "Original Growth!" The table and chairs returned to their normal size. Delia twisted her wand in her fingers, blowing the tip and replaced her wand in its usual pocked and shot Severus a smug look. She was toughly pleased with herself. "HA! Completed it!"
"I am once again impressed," he bowed at Delia.
"Thank you, thank you. No applause, please! Do you have silverware and plates or do I have to transfigure everything?"
"That won't be necessary. The elves are bringing the lot," he replied taking down the chairs and placing them side-by-side. "I just need a sheet from my wardrobe." He then said something that would have made Delia loose fifty points if she uttered it in class. "I have placed...my lounge furniture...in front of the blasted wardrobe!"
"Don't loose sleep over it. Transfigure a towel into a tablecloth. Problem solved."
"Good thinking."
"I'll get a towel," Delia volunteered. Normally Delia would have walked into the bathroom. But since the furniture was in front of the wardrobe, blocking the path the only way was across the bed. Delia removed her shoes.
"What are you doing?" Severus questioned.
"Getting the towel. I have to cross the bed."
"You know next time I'll remember not to do what I've done," he said annoyed.
"Don't worry. My socks are clean! I won't be walking on your bedspread for too long."
"Do as you must. Just don't injure yourself. I'll have enough trouble explaining to Dumbledore how you injured yourself on my bed if you do!"
"You know, that would be hard to clarify. I promise I won't hurt myself." She said steeping up on the bed and sinking her into the soft-feathered duvet. She took a step and fell on her backside in the middle. Severus darted to the bedside.
"Are you all right?" he asked his voice full of apprehension.
"Fine and dandy." She stood up again, took a steep and fell again due to the fact her foot was catching. She laughed. "Well at least this is nicer then falling on my rear after a spin. Let me tell you falling on ice is no picnic!" She stood up and fell again. "Have I been drinking?" This time she was roaring with laughter. She was laughing so hard she lay on her back, with her feet on the pillows. "Oh to heck with this!" She pointed her finger and shouted, "Accio towel." The towel came soaring out of the bathroom and Delia caught it then she set it aside. Severus sat the edge of the bed, gazing over Delia. Severus was thinking even though she was in leather pants, pink shirt that said DIVA in rhinestones and Cargo Robe and with...socks that had little rainbows...she was appealing. He wasn't used to women wearing body fitting Muggle clothing. Delia's pink shirt left little to his imagination. He could see some of her stomach due to the fact her pants were low cut and shirt
had ridden up when she lay down. Also, with her robe not laced at the front didn't help matters any. Delia clasped her hands together and positioned them behind her head, causing her shirt to rise a little higher revealing her belly button. Severus hadn't seen a young women's skin in a long time. He assumed it was soft. He wanted so badly to brush his lips against her showing flesh. Delia had her eyes closed. Severus leaned on one arm beside Delia.
"I hope you are awake," his silky voice whispered gently into her ear.
"What if I'm not?" she replied in a relaxed drawl.
"Then," his silky voice replied into her ear, "I will have to rouse you."
"Am."
"Am?" he asked
"A.M."
"A.M.?"
"Ain't-movin" she said in her Kansas accent, sliding together the words.
"This presents a difficulty for when I would like to go to sleep."
"Your room, snooze where you like."
"What if I want to snooze where you are?" he asked still whispering in her ear.
"Am."
"I'll make you move."
"Am," she said adamantly.
"You asked for it." He kissed Delia's neck.
"Am."
I know how to make her move he thought. He put his hand on Delia's stomach and tickled her exposed skin with the tips his fingers. Goodness he was right her skin was soft! Delia started to giggle.
"Am."
He shoved Delia's shirt up an inch and tickled there. She giggled an "am". He finally gave in to his desire and slowly started kissing Delia's stomach. His lips felt silky-smooth and affectionate as they were placed little by little in passionate kisses. This sent chills all through Delia's body. Delia laughed nervously uncontrollably. No one had ever made Delia feel this way. Delia let out a gasp as Severus found a spot that sent an electrifying sensation through Delia. She tensed up as Severus kissed the spot with sizzling uninterrupted kisses. Delia's heart was thudding in her head. She let out a soft whimper. Severus stopped and looked in deep into Delia's eyes. He took a lock of Delia's hair and stroked it lovingly. His eyes were filled with a warm sparkle instead of his typical frostiness. Severus murmured, "God Delia! You bewilder me!" then their lips met.
Their kiss would have gone on longer if there hadn't been a tap at the door. Severus exhaled noisily and raised himself off the bed to answer the door. Delia lay there catching her breath; her senses were still coming back. She sat up to see Severus hauling in a cart that was floating in air. Delia sat at the edge of the bed with her face in her hands rubbing her forehead being careful not to touch her would from the two nights before. She stood up, grabbed the towel took out her wand and transfigured the towel to a tablecloth. She unfolded the tablecloth at the table and threw it on the table.
Severus placed the platter with a fully cooked chicken on the table. He then set out the bread, broccoli, carrots, green beans and potatoes. Delia meanwhile set the table with the tableware provided. She went to the cart and said, "There isn't anything to drink."
Severus looked at her and said, "I have that taken care of already." He walked over to the trunk at the foot of the bed and asked, "Red or white."
"Red or white," Delia repeated. "Red...I guess."
"Good choice!" Severus exclaimed shutting the trunk's lid. Delia noticed he was carrying a bottle of wine. She couldn't believe she had said red instead of white! Severus sat the bottle on the table and pulled out the chair on the right. He motioned for Delia to sit down, she did, and he pushed in her chair. Sat down and opened the wine. He pounded a dib in Delia's glass. She picked up the glass, swished it around, sniffed it and took a taste.
"Nice," she speculated. "Sweet, summer wine, either from Romania or Bulgaria. I'm not very good with reds."
"Once again, you have impressed me. It's a Romanian red. Where did you learn so much about wine?"
"My dad's restaurant. He has this amazing selection of wines. One day over the summer his bartender was ill, so I had to fill in." She laughed. He filed her wine glass. "I spent the whole evening trying to be picked up."
Severus chuckled. "Well, I can see why!" He began carving the chicken. "Dark or white?"
"Bit of both," Delia replied. "I think they sent us too much food! I hope you are hungry!"
"Starved!" he reaffirmed.
Delia took one helping of every vegetable. " Which veg do you want?"
"Carrots and potatoes." She handed him the carrots and potatoes.
"Bread?"
"Please."
"Butter?"
"Yes please."
"Salt and pepper?"
"No thank you."
"Anything else?" she asked. He smiled deviously. "Ok, I'll take that as a no."
They ate in silence. Delia was half way through her plate when Severus sighed.
Delia looked over at him with concern and asked, "Are you ok?"
"Delia, I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what? You didn't do anything. You haven't ticked me off...yet"
"You know what I did." He said in firm voice.
"Sorry no, if you did something wrong I would have known about it." A thought crossed her mind, "heeeeey waitasec...y-y-y-y-you me-me-an...o-o-o-o-oh yeah...um...yeah...that lili-li-li-ttle thing... on the bed...o-o-o-o-over there...about that...yah...sure...ok." She set down her fork on the plate. Delia wasn't one for being cool under nervousness. She was famous for talking herself through. She took a drink of wine.
"You should be angry at me for what I did to you. I'm sorry." He drained his wine glass.
"I'm not angry. What happened happened. I can't go back in time and change it...well I could...b-b-b-b-b-but I'm not...t-t-t-t-t-t-too messy. Anyway, you couldn't help it. I mean...ifya...thought... about it. I-I-I-I am kinda...ummm...what's-a-word-here?"
"A stunningly striking eye-catching young lady?" he said finishing her thought.
"'Nuff said." She drank the contents of her glass. Severus refilled both glasses. "Anyways, if you did something I didn't like you would end up with a black eye. Just keep that in mind for future reference."
"Don't worry. I will! Delia I have a serious question."
"Fire away," she said taking a gulp of wine.
"What do you see in me?"
Delia chocked on her wine when he asked. "S-S-See in you...well...I don't know!"
"Delia, look at me. You shouldn't be here on your eighteenth birthday with me. I am not worth it. I shouldn't even have your company. I'm worthless. I am not good looking. I have no friends, a shady past and according to some I lack cleanliness. And for some baffling motive Dumbledore trusts me."
Delia sighed and drank another gulp down, "I don't think of you as worthless. Stop thinking that way! It's my birthday and I'll do, as I like. I could have left, but I stayed because I choose to and wanted to be with you. To me you look fine. So you have no friends, big deal. A lot of people don't. You may have a shaky past, but that was then. Have you done anything that bad since `fessing up? And whoever said you weren't clean, lied. So you have yellow teeth. Big deal. Teeth aren't supposed to be bleach-white anyway. Your breath doesn't stink, now your feet might. But you don't have to tell me, I'd rather not know. As for Dumbledore trusting you, that is your guys business. I will say that if he trusts you, why shouldn't I? You teach here. If the Ministry didn't like it they would have thrown you out eons ago. So therefore I don't see you as a threat. You might give me a headache every now and then, other then that you are fine. I'm an adult now. I can make up my own mind
as to whom I choose to be with." She closed her eyes then finished the contents of her glass happy the speech was over. For the first time in Delia's life she had handled something coolly, instead of pausing and stuttering under nervousness. The wine was making her head fuzzy. She reached for the bottle and refilled her glass.
Severus shook his head, reached over and clasped Delia's hand. "You are amazing". He couldn't believe someone was accepting him as he was. He hadn't had anyone to talk to I ages. The dungeon seemed less chilly and forlorn now that Delia was here. He squeezed Delia's hand and she smiled timidly at him. My goodness he thought she's never dealt with this sort of thing. She doesn't know how to handle her feelings. I'll have to patient and compassionate. Delia is so full of gentleness and willing to feel affection for me. I don't want to mar her.
Delia head was getting dizzier by the minute from the wine. She giggled.
"What?" Severus asked.
"Nothing," she started giggling again and poured more wine.
"Oh god, you are tipsy. No more after that glass for you young lady."
"Yes, Daddy," she busted up laughing. So did Severus. "You're a bitsy tipsy yourself!"
"I am not!"
"You are arguing with me, so ha! That makes you so." She stood up from the table and went over to the couch to the left of the wardrobe. Severus joined her.
"You left your wine."
"So I did. Thanks for bringing it!"
"Anything for you my lovely," he replied amiably in his silky voice pouring Delia and himself more wine. "Well, that's the last of that."
"Shucky darn," she snapped her fingers and pouted.
"But I have another bottle..."
By the way I do ice skate. I agree with Delia falling is no picnic. I was in the middle of this spin...oh who wants to hear it! I'll shut my cake hole. ON WITH THE STORY!
As always we know the ditty about disclaimers. Do presume them all.
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Ch 6-the necklace
Severus smiled he was overjoyed. This was the best thing that had happened to him in awhile. Delia had walked over to him. Severus wanted to embrace her but couldn't because he was grasping the chest. He walked the few steps to the shelf; set the chest down opened it up and retrieved the necklace and put it in the pocket of his robe. He walked back over to Delia, placed his arms around her waist her and drew her close. In the soft glow of candle light Delia look stunning, he thought. He didn't want to let her go. Delia wrapped her arms around Severus and their lips met. The kiss was a fervent with dizzying passion. The longer it continued on, the dizzier Delia became. The kiss seemed to fill with additional passion by the second. Each second that went on was better then the last. Delia couldn't take anymore she broke off the kiss, laid her head on Severus chest gasping for air. Her heart was pounding like it never had before. She imagined Severus was in the same boat. They
stood holding each other for what seemed like a long time when Severus whispered in Delia's ear, "Let me put the necklace on you."
Delia nodded and let go of Severus. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the jewelry box the necklace was in. "Turn around," he told Delia. Delia did so. Severus lifted Delia's hair, draping it over her left shoulder. But it wasn't working; Delia just had too much long hair. "You have exquisite hair."
"Thank you," she said gathering it up and holding it on top of her head revealing the back of he neck. "It took me seven years to get it this long."
"Hm, really?" Severus said opening the jewelry box and handing the empty box over Delia's right shoulder. She placed the box in her pocket. He undid the clasp on the chain and placed the necklace on Delia's soft neck with such a delicate touch that felt like a gentle caress. He closed he clasp and kissed Delia's neck sending chills all over Delia's body causing her to tense up. Delia dropped her hair, burying his head as Severus kissed Delia's neck once more. He laughed and removed his head and smoothed out Delia's hair then wrapped his arms around her resting his head on top of hers and said, "You know in ten minutes dinner will be over with."
"Upps!" she drawled out. "What can I say? I'll just have to go to the kitchen, before curfew and get a ham sandwich or something. `Cause if I'm out late that dork I can't stand will suspend me from Quidditch for a month," she laughed. "Or I'll just eat peanut butter crackers and a candy bar."
"Peanut butter crackers?" Severus asked.
"It's a snack food, really disgusting if you ask me. One little package has ..." she reached into a pocket and pulled out a package of Ritz Peanut butter crackers and looked at the back. "One hundred ninety calories and eighty are from fat. Total fat- nine grams, saturated fat one point five grams, no cholesterol, three hundred seventy Mgs of sodium, twenty four grams of total carbohydrates, dietary fiber one gram, sugars-five grams and protein-four grams, no vitamin A or C, calcium-six percent, iron is six percent. All of theses stats are based on a two thousand calorie diet. Total of six crackers in this package, which makes thrity nine grams of total weight...yummy! And with a Snickers I'll be having a good old dinner!"
"Delia Penelope Wheelrite you can't be serious," Severus said taken back.
"Me? When am I ever not serious?"
"Tell you what. You wait here and I'll be back shortly."
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"I am seeing about getting you a sensible dinner. And if I catch you eating these-" he took the crackers and stuffed them in his robes "-you will be in trouble. I know you well enough to know that you have two or three more packages in those robes of yours. My desk drawer is full of your inane stuff I have confiscated over the years. I thought the Weasley twins were bad."
"Do I get any of my priceless junk back?" she asked hopefully.
"You know the answer to that one!"
"Super. I'll brink a tote bag tomorrow and we can clean out your desk drawer."
"Miss Wheelrite you are incorrigible!" he said and gave a full-hearted laugh. "I will be back. Make yourself at home."
After Severus left Delia looked through his bookshelves then walked into the bathroom. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. The small key seemed as if it belonged on Delia's neck. It really was magnificent. She said to herself, "Baby, you know you are the bomb! You look ab fab. The best. Miss America, step aside and let DELIA P. WHEELRITE through...oh yeah oh yeah...you know it!"
"Yes, I do now it!"
Delia let out a small yelp of surprise. She wheeled around to discover Severus in the entryway of the bathroom. "How did you get back so fast!" she exclaimed. "The walk from here to the kitchen is ten minutes!"
He grinned as if her we a schoolboy. "Floo Powder. Do you truthfully think I would leave you unaccompanied down here by yourself for a lengthy period of time?"
"Valid point. You don't know what I can get up to sometimes. I mean, I could like, get into your closet and find your stash of Green Day CDs!"
"Its cupboard not closet. Honestly, I thought you knew English! And what is Green Day?"
"It's a band. They are the best! I can't believe you don't know who Green Day is! You need a musical tutoring!"
"For your information, I don't own a single CD. I do know what they are. I, in truth, don't possess a lot of Muggle things."
Delia shrugged. "I'm going to give you a musical education! You will learn all about Green Day and any other group, singer band or duo I think its appropriate!"
"Don't waste your time," Severus said abruptly. "I don't want to know about Muggle music."
"Your choice. But I don't know how you can live in such a drab dreary world. Music is the reflection of what people think. It can make you happy and sad. Without music you don't have a soul."
"I do listen to the WWN!" Severus snapped, "What more do you want!"
"Oh never mind," she rolled her eyes.
"Dinner ought to be here soon. One of the house elves will be bringing it once it has been prepared. They are having to cook it."
"Why cook? I mean leftovers from dinner in the Great Hall would have been okay by me."
"Same here, but they insisted I have a freshly cooked meal."
"What are they cooking us?" Delia asked.
"I don't know, nevertheless I said it was for two. You know how they are. I expect we shall have a sufficient amount for ten people. Before dinner arrives we have to bring in a table and chairs."
"Ok, I'll help. Where are we eating?"
"My chambers. First I need to move the couch and chair." He stepped out of the doorway, walked over to the couch took out his wand and said, "Wingarium Levioso!" and moved the couch to the left of the wardrobe. He did the same to the chair and footstool only placing them in front of the wardrobe. Delia walked over to the small table that was usually by the couch. The table looked funny to her stand there all alone.
She picked up square table and asked, "Where do I put this?"
"To the right of the fire place will be fine." Delia carried the table over to the indicated spot. "I don't know what you carried that."
"Because levitating a small table isn't worth it. It's easier just to pick it up carry it. Besides it didn't take as much time to move the table five feet! Why do I think if you had to live without magic for a day you couldn't do it!"
Severus gave Delia a cold stare. "I'm a wizard. I can use magic if I like. It's my choice."
"Yes it is. Heaven forbid you have to wait on the hot water to get down here instead of using magic! Heaven forbid you have to scrub a cauldron! Mop the floor! Use the Tube for a day! Watch TV!"
"DELIA!" He roared, "Shut up!"
"You couldn't! You couldn't," she taunted as if she were a child.
"I could if I wanted to!" ee replied dryly.
"Prove it!" she said coolly.
"I don't have too. Now, lets go get a table." They walked out of his chambers and into the darkened classroom. "I bet you can't get the table in chairs in at the same time!"
"Oh yeah. Betcha I can!"
"Do it!" he said as if he were eight.
"You know we are acting like first years!" Delia commented
"Just prove it! Since you are a witch..."
"Fine!" She took out her wand. Said the levitating spell and placed one of the classrooms chairs on the chosen table. She did the same with the second. She then called out, "Shrinkus!" The table and chair s shrunk to the size of dollhouse furniture. She pointed her wand "Accio table and chairs!" the furniture came flying into her out stretched hand. She walked into Severus chamber and placed the furniture four steps away from the hearth. She stepped back three steps and called out, "Original Growth!" The table and chairs returned to their normal size. Delia twisted her wand in her fingers, blowing the tip and replaced her wand in its usual pocked and shot Severus a smug look. She was toughly pleased with herself. "HA! Completed it!"
"I am once again impressed," he bowed at Delia.
"Thank you, thank you. No applause, please! Do you have silverware and plates or do I have to transfigure everything?"
"That won't be necessary. The elves are bringing the lot," he replied taking down the chairs and placing them side-by-side. "I just need a sheet from my wardrobe." He then said something that would have made Delia loose fifty points if she uttered it in class. "I have placed...my lounge furniture...in front of the blasted wardrobe!"
"Don't loose sleep over it. Transfigure a towel into a tablecloth. Problem solved."
"Good thinking."
"I'll get a towel," Delia volunteered. Normally Delia would have walked into the bathroom. But since the furniture was in front of the wardrobe, blocking the path the only way was across the bed. Delia removed her shoes.
"What are you doing?" Severus questioned.
"Getting the towel. I have to cross the bed."
"You know next time I'll remember not to do what I've done," he said annoyed.
"Don't worry. My socks are clean! I won't be walking on your bedspread for too long."
"Do as you must. Just don't injure yourself. I'll have enough trouble explaining to Dumbledore how you injured yourself on my bed if you do!"
"You know, that would be hard to clarify. I promise I won't hurt myself." She said steeping up on the bed and sinking her into the soft-feathered duvet. She took a step and fell on her backside in the middle. Severus darted to the bedside.
"Are you all right?" he asked his voice full of apprehension.
"Fine and dandy." She stood up again, took a steep and fell again due to the fact her foot was catching. She laughed. "Well at least this is nicer then falling on my rear after a spin. Let me tell you falling on ice is no picnic!" She stood up and fell again. "Have I been drinking?" This time she was roaring with laughter. She was laughing so hard she lay on her back, with her feet on the pillows. "Oh to heck with this!" She pointed her finger and shouted, "Accio towel." The towel came soaring out of the bathroom and Delia caught it then she set it aside. Severus sat the edge of the bed, gazing over Delia. Severus was thinking even though she was in leather pants, pink shirt that said DIVA in rhinestones and Cargo Robe and with...socks that had little rainbows...she was appealing. He wasn't used to women wearing body fitting Muggle clothing. Delia's pink shirt left little to his imagination. He could see some of her stomach due to the fact her pants were low cut and shirt
had ridden up when she lay down. Also, with her robe not laced at the front didn't help matters any. Delia clasped her hands together and positioned them behind her head, causing her shirt to rise a little higher revealing her belly button. Severus hadn't seen a young women's skin in a long time. He assumed it was soft. He wanted so badly to brush his lips against her showing flesh. Delia had her eyes closed. Severus leaned on one arm beside Delia.
"I hope you are awake," his silky voice whispered gently into her ear.
"What if I'm not?" she replied in a relaxed drawl.
"Then," his silky voice replied into her ear, "I will have to rouse you."
"Am."
"Am?" he asked
"A.M."
"A.M.?"
"Ain't-movin" she said in her Kansas accent, sliding together the words.
"This presents a difficulty for when I would like to go to sleep."
"Your room, snooze where you like."
"What if I want to snooze where you are?" he asked still whispering in her ear.
"Am."
"I'll make you move."
"Am," she said adamantly.
"You asked for it." He kissed Delia's neck.
"Am."
I know how to make her move he thought. He put his hand on Delia's stomach and tickled her exposed skin with the tips his fingers. Goodness he was right her skin was soft! Delia started to giggle.
"Am."
He shoved Delia's shirt up an inch and tickled there. She giggled an "am". He finally gave in to his desire and slowly started kissing Delia's stomach. His lips felt silky-smooth and affectionate as they were placed little by little in passionate kisses. This sent chills all through Delia's body. Delia laughed nervously uncontrollably. No one had ever made Delia feel this way. Delia let out a gasp as Severus found a spot that sent an electrifying sensation through Delia. She tensed up as Severus kissed the spot with sizzling uninterrupted kisses. Delia's heart was thudding in her head. She let out a soft whimper. Severus stopped and looked in deep into Delia's eyes. He took a lock of Delia's hair and stroked it lovingly. His eyes were filled with a warm sparkle instead of his typical frostiness. Severus murmured, "God Delia! You bewilder me!" then their lips met.
Their kiss would have gone on longer if there hadn't been a tap at the door. Severus exhaled noisily and raised himself off the bed to answer the door. Delia lay there catching her breath; her senses were still coming back. She sat up to see Severus hauling in a cart that was floating in air. Delia sat at the edge of the bed with her face in her hands rubbing her forehead being careful not to touch her would from the two nights before. She stood up, grabbed the towel took out her wand and transfigured the towel to a tablecloth. She unfolded the tablecloth at the table and threw it on the table.
Severus placed the platter with a fully cooked chicken on the table. He then set out the bread, broccoli, carrots, green beans and potatoes. Delia meanwhile set the table with the tableware provided. She went to the cart and said, "There isn't anything to drink."
Severus looked at her and said, "I have that taken care of already." He walked over to the trunk at the foot of the bed and asked, "Red or white."
"Red or white," Delia repeated. "Red...I guess."
"Good choice!" Severus exclaimed shutting the trunk's lid. Delia noticed he was carrying a bottle of wine. She couldn't believe she had said red instead of white! Severus sat the bottle on the table and pulled out the chair on the right. He motioned for Delia to sit down, she did, and he pushed in her chair. Sat down and opened the wine. He pounded a dib in Delia's glass. She picked up the glass, swished it around, sniffed it and took a taste.
"Nice," she speculated. "Sweet, summer wine, either from Romania or Bulgaria. I'm not very good with reds."
"Once again, you have impressed me. It's a Romanian red. Where did you learn so much about wine?"
"My dad's restaurant. He has this amazing selection of wines. One day over the summer his bartender was ill, so I had to fill in." She laughed. He filed her wine glass. "I spent the whole evening trying to be picked up."
Severus chuckled. "Well, I can see why!" He began carving the chicken. "Dark or white?"
"Bit of both," Delia replied. "I think they sent us too much food! I hope you are hungry!"
"Starved!" he reaffirmed.
Delia took one helping of every vegetable. " Which veg do you want?"
"Carrots and potatoes." She handed him the carrots and potatoes.
"Bread?"
"Please."
"Butter?"
"Yes please."
"Salt and pepper?"
"No thank you."
"Anything else?" she asked. He smiled deviously. "Ok, I'll take that as a no."
They ate in silence. Delia was half way through her plate when Severus sighed.
Delia looked over at him with concern and asked, "Are you ok?"
"Delia, I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what? You didn't do anything. You haven't ticked me off...yet"
"You know what I did." He said in firm voice.
"Sorry no, if you did something wrong I would have known about it." A thought crossed her mind, "heeeeey waitasec...y-y-y-y-you me-me-an...o-o-o-o-oh yeah...um...yeah...that lili-li-li-ttle thing... on the bed...o-o-o-o-over there...about that...yah...sure...ok." She set down her fork on the plate. Delia wasn't one for being cool under nervousness. She was famous for talking herself through. She took a drink of wine.
"You should be angry at me for what I did to you. I'm sorry." He drained his wine glass.
"I'm not angry. What happened happened. I can't go back in time and change it...well I could...b-b-b-b-b-but I'm not...t-t-t-t-t-t-too messy. Anyway, you couldn't help it. I mean...ifya...thought... about it. I-I-I-I am kinda...ummm...what's-a-word-here?"
"A stunningly striking eye-catching young lady?" he said finishing her thought.
"'Nuff said." She drank the contents of her glass. Severus refilled both glasses. "Anyways, if you did something I didn't like you would end up with a black eye. Just keep that in mind for future reference."
"Don't worry. I will! Delia I have a serious question."
"Fire away," she said taking a gulp of wine.
"What do you see in me?"
Delia chocked on her wine when he asked. "S-S-See in you...well...I don't know!"
"Delia, look at me. You shouldn't be here on your eighteenth birthday with me. I am not worth it. I shouldn't even have your company. I'm worthless. I am not good looking. I have no friends, a shady past and according to some I lack cleanliness. And for some baffling motive Dumbledore trusts me."
Delia sighed and drank another gulp down, "I don't think of you as worthless. Stop thinking that way! It's my birthday and I'll do, as I like. I could have left, but I stayed because I choose to and wanted to be with you. To me you look fine. So you have no friends, big deal. A lot of people don't. You may have a shaky past, but that was then. Have you done anything that bad since `fessing up? And whoever said you weren't clean, lied. So you have yellow teeth. Big deal. Teeth aren't supposed to be bleach-white anyway. Your breath doesn't stink, now your feet might. But you don't have to tell me, I'd rather not know. As for Dumbledore trusting you, that is your guys business. I will say that if he trusts you, why shouldn't I? You teach here. If the Ministry didn't like it they would have thrown you out eons ago. So therefore I don't see you as a threat. You might give me a headache every now and then, other then that you are fine. I'm an adult now. I can make up my own mind
as to whom I choose to be with." She closed her eyes then finished the contents of her glass happy the speech was over. For the first time in Delia's life she had handled something coolly, instead of pausing and stuttering under nervousness. The wine was making her head fuzzy. She reached for the bottle and refilled her glass.
Severus shook his head, reached over and clasped Delia's hand. "You are amazing". He couldn't believe someone was accepting him as he was. He hadn't had anyone to talk to I ages. The dungeon seemed less chilly and forlorn now that Delia was here. He squeezed Delia's hand and she smiled timidly at him. My goodness he thought she's never dealt with this sort of thing. She doesn't know how to handle her feelings. I'll have to patient and compassionate. Delia is so full of gentleness and willing to feel affection for me. I don't want to mar her.
Delia head was getting dizzier by the minute from the wine. She giggled.
"What?" Severus asked.
"Nothing," she started giggling again and poured more wine.
"Oh god, you are tipsy. No more after that glass for you young lady."
"Yes, Daddy," she busted up laughing. So did Severus. "You're a bitsy tipsy yourself!"
"I am not!"
"You are arguing with me, so ha! That makes you so." She stood up from the table and went over to the couch to the left of the wardrobe. Severus joined her.
"You left your wine."
"So I did. Thanks for bringing it!"
"Anything for you my lovely," he replied amiably in his silky voice pouring Delia and himself more wine. "Well, that's the last of that."
"Shucky darn," she snapped her fingers and pouted.
"But I have another bottle..."