Ok, it's shortie. But it sets up for the next segment very well.
Thank you Ms J.K. Rowling for creating such a wonderful book series. If it weren't for you I couldn't have created this fan fic.
Ch 11-The Project
Sunday afternoon Delia was sitting in a quiet corner of the library trying to figure out what her project should be. She had received her information package that morning. She had a list of things that had to be accomplished. There was a complex list of Charms. Then there was another list of demanding Transfigurations. She then had to pick a topic for a forty-five minute discussion. And last was her project. All of her teachers that wanted the honor of assisting Delia knew to come on this Sunday. So far McGonagall, Sprout and Hagrid had approached her. Delia wasn't big on taking care of something dangerous. As Hagrid gave his two cents Delia listened. He was really passionate about the subject. Severus came and sat down across the table from Delia.
"Good afternoon, Miss Wheelrite," he said optimistically.
"Good Afternoon, Professor Snape. I see you have come to what I call the butter and suck up as to why should do a project with you session. You have five minutes stating your purpose and why I should be under your assistance."
"I have noticed from past projects you haven't selected Potions. There are many things you could write about and many experiments to do. More then a year's time worth. You last project was Divination. You have done everything so far but DADA and Potions. I'm only suggesting Potions because it would look really good if you did a major project. If your results were something remarkable you could publish them. I'm not here to make myself look good. I'm here to offer you an alternative another Divination project."
"Good points made," she said in a diplomatic voice. "I was thinking Potions over the summer. Poisons to be precise. Since ninety percent of poisons can be cured with bezoar. Then in a few antidotes Mandrakes can be used. But what about finding some others that are used little or unknown?"
"That is a field of research few have done. A wealth of information could be gained. It would be a challenge."
"Yes," Delia said. "It would be a challenge. Mhhh..." She sat back in her chair on two legs.
"I can also inform you about the fringe benefits," he said softly.
"State them, please."
Severus looked over his shoulder and then leaned on the table lowering himself and spoke softly. Delia could barely hear him she leaned forward. "Say again. I didn't get the first part," she whispered.
"I said, I wouldn't have to give you detention constantly. I could see you more. We could work weekends without anyone suspecting a thing."
"Wouldn't you distract me?" she whispered back. "That's justification for an alternative project."
"Of course I would, once in awhile. I mean I do have a foxy chick in my lab..."
Delia stood up seeing Becky and her friends enter the library. Delia stuck out her hand for a handshake. "Thank you Professor Snape. I will consider your ideas. I'll let you know by this evening after dinner."
"I'm glad I could be of assistance. Choose wisely Miss Wheelrite." He stood up, shook Delia's hand and left. Delia was collecting her things when Becky slammed down a book in front of Delia.
"What do think you are doing?" she asked in an icy tone. "Trying to swoon our Snape with your hair and shoes. You're still a hussy. Have we forgotten our little bashing? If it weren't for your Snapey saving your skin you wouldn't be here. Although, I don't see why he's want to save you. You're a worthless Mudblood."
Delia was boiling with rage. She gathered up her books and notebook and said coolly, "Thanks for the enlightenment. I hope you and your friends have a nice afternoon."
"We'll kick your Hufflepuff ass on Fridays match. Just you watch!" she called out.
"That we will shall see about." Delia left quietly. She was pleased with how she handled the situation.
"SHE CAN"T DO THAT!" Delia heard Becky shriek from the library. Madame Pince was on her fast. Delia walked down the hall. She after all had Quidditch practice to get to.
Quidditch practice ended just before dinner. The entire team walked in to the Great Hall wearing their Quidditch robes. They sat down all in a good mood. They only had one member leave. Casey Young was one of the beaters. Before she left she recommended Frank Gale, who was a first year last year. Frank seemed a little scared about the up coming match on Friday. Delia kept reassuring him winning wasn't everything; just keep the Buldgers away from the guys in yellow aim at the guys in green. Secretly Delia was hoping they would beat Slytherin. But she knew the odds were about even. Severus looked at the Hufflepuff Quidditch team and smiled. They looked like they were having fun. He just hoped that if Slytherin won Delia wouldn't be mad at him. Then he thought if they won I owe Sprout ten Galleons. So he went back to scowling.
"What's Snape looking at us for?" Frank asked.
"Oh, ignore him," Delia said. "He is just trying to scare us. It's as Slytherin thing. Don't let him intimidate you."
"Yeah, " Josh said. "If he scares you too much, I'll wallop him!"
"Ignore Josh," Delia interjected. "He has a lot of repressed anger. He wants to fight all the time."
"Ow! Nicola stop hitting me! OW! OW!"
The entire team erupted in laughter. They all suspect Josh and Nicola had a thing going on between them. But wouldn't admit it. "Why don't you two go snog off somewhere?" Delia asked.
"No way!" Nicola cried. "No way!"
"Ahh come on. You two look so cute together!"
"No we don't! No we don't!" Josh said. "I'm leaving! I have homework." He jumped off his chair and ran off.
"Poor Josh." Frank said shaking his head. "He can't help being a sensitive guy."
***
Severus sat in his bedchamber. He had left dinner early. He was had pulled a few his personal library books in optimism Delia could use them. He knew she would choose Potions. He wouldn't bother her too much. He knew she had to do it and she had to do it well. There was familiar knock at his door. He knew it was Delia. She had soft knock like she didn't want to upset or bother someone. Delia could never bother or upset Severus. He liked her too much. He opened the door and Delia stood in her Quidditch Robes. "Come in, please. The hall is drafty." Delia walked into his bedchambers, while Severus was shutting the door Delia spoke.
"It's a dungeon, it's forever-"
Before she could say anymore Severus had pushed her against the door and kissed her. The kiss had caught Delia by surprise. Delia noticed he was a good kisser. Once they stopped he said. "That's my other reason why you should choose Potions as your project."
Delia looked into his eyes and said, "That is a very convincing reason. I think I will take it. Congratulations you win."
"What do I win?" he asked.
Delia stood on her tiptoes and kissed Severus. He was a foot taller then she was so this made it tricky. She couldn't kiss him as long as she would have liked to. Severus wrapped his arms around Delia and pulled her close. Even in all of her Quidditch robes she seemed tiny. Severus started running his fingers through her hair. He couldn't believe how soft it was. Delia rested her head on Severus chest. They both remained in each others embrace lost in their own worlds. Severus liked holding Delia. She felt warm and brought delight to his heart. Severus snapped out of his thoughts to realize Delia had fallen asleep. He removed her Quidditch robe, leaving her in her sweater. He let her robe fall to the floor. He then tilted Delia back and scooped her up into his arms. He carried her over to the bed and laid her down in it. He didn't have to pull back the duvet. His bed wasn't made. Severus usually slept in on Sunday mornings. The house elves didn't get a chance to come down to
his room and make his bed. Severus was too lazy to make his own so he just left it they way it was on Sunday. He took off Delia's boots and covered her up. He would wake her soon. He didn't want to now, because she looked so peaceful and if she had fallen asleep standing up she must have been exhausted. Severus picked up Delia's robe and dusted it off and draped it on the coat rack.
An hour later Delia woke up from her nap. She sat up groggy. She blinked a few times, brushing her hair out of her eyes. Severus looked over from the couch and smiled and asked, "Have a nice nap?"
"Yes, I believe I did. What were you doing while I was snoozing?"
"My favourite amusement of grading papers. When will it ever stop?"
"When you stop giving homework out!" Delia said with a laugh.
"Keep on hoping. Someday if you ever become a teacher you'll understand!"
"You told me not to become one. So therefore I don't plan on it. I plan on finding something I like. I'm stuck doing it the rest of my life. So it better be superior!" She threw the duvet and put on her boots. Delia got up from the bed, stretched and walked over to Severus. He was sprawled out on the couch. The footstool and small table had stacks of papers. He was all finished except for Delia's assignment. He was in the middle of grading it when Delia awakened. He quickly shoved it into a pile of papers just before Delia came up next to him. Delia smiled. She had seen her handwriting over his shoulder. She wasn't going to say anything. She would find out soon enough, besides that was on Wednesday's list of worries. He cleared away several stacks of papers on the couch. Delia sat down next to him and noticed Severus looked exhausted. She slipped her arm around Severus's waist, resting her head on his shoulder. Severus sighed and stood up.
"You had better leave soon. You're least favourite person will be arriving soon to pick me up. I have to change clothes. If Malfoy discovers you here he'll bring you along with us and I don't mean as my date. He would love to get his hands on you. Don't ever be alone when he is around."
"Don't worry I won't," she reassured him.
"You can help me choose something to wear. I have no idea."
Delia went over to his wardrobe. She looked inside. There really wasn't much to choose from, it was all black. "Is it casual or evening or other?"
"Casual, if you want to call it that," he said in hurried tone.
"Ok, I don't see what's wrong with this black silk shirt, with these black pants, with the belt you have on and boots too. You can wear your same robe unless you have one set aside for these things."
"That I do have. You can stay a bit longer, but not too long. I'll be back." He went into the bathroom and came out smelling of 4711. The only thing different about him was his shirt and he didn't have on a robe. He went over to the wardrobe and pulled out one that looked the same as the one he tossed on the bed next to Delia who was sitting on the edge. "You should leave. I have some books for you to use. They might be of help with your project."
"Thanks." She smiled getting off the edge of his bed. Delia walked over to the coat rack and put on her Quidditch robe. Severus handed Delia the books. He got as far as opening the door when Malfoy appeared from the fireplace.
"Now Miss Wheelrite if anything happens to these books I will make sure you are stuck here another year."
Delia decided to play along. "Don't worry! I'll take care of your books and have them back by the end of the week. These should help me with my project, thanks."
"Good evening all. Sorry I'm early." Malfoy said, then looked at Delia. "And a special good evening to you Miss Wheelrite. What a surprise to see you again so soon! I'm just taking your Professor here out for a few drinks at a party."
"Well I better not keep you two. Enjoy your evening." She stepped closer to the door.
"Miss Wheelrite would you like to come with us? It's just a friendly get together with some friends. They would love to see Hogwarts American."
"No, thanks. I must decline." She said nervously, "I'm not dressed for it and I don't have permission from Headmaster Dumbledore."
"Nonsense! You look fine to me. Come along!"
"Miss Wheelrite has a point, Malfoy." Severus said in a dangerous tone, "She doesn't have permission from the Headmaster. It's also a school night and I presume she has homework."
"The headmaster won't mind if we take her for a few hours. We'll have her back soon enough." Malfoy grabbed Delia's shoulder causing Delia to drop the books and led her to the fireplace. Before Severus could say or do anything Malfoy already threw in Floo Powder and Delia disappeared with Lucius.
Oh shit! Severus thought. I've gotten Delia into a mess. He quickly threw Floo Powder and said in a hurried voice, "Malfoys Manor."
Delia hated traveling via Floo Powder. As the gates went whizzing by Delia keep getting more and more terrified. She had heard Malfoy Manor, but didn't know where that was or what was to be awaiting her there.
***
Oh no! What'll happen to Dee? Stay tuned to find out. I'll try to have the next section up ASAP. I could be leaving for OKC anytime to go see the Davis Cup Match.
Thank you Ms J.K. Rowling for creating such a wonderful book series. If it weren't for you I couldn't have created this fan fic.
Ch 11-The Project
Sunday afternoon Delia was sitting in a quiet corner of the library trying to figure out what her project should be. She had received her information package that morning. She had a list of things that had to be accomplished. There was a complex list of Charms. Then there was another list of demanding Transfigurations. She then had to pick a topic for a forty-five minute discussion. And last was her project. All of her teachers that wanted the honor of assisting Delia knew to come on this Sunday. So far McGonagall, Sprout and Hagrid had approached her. Delia wasn't big on taking care of something dangerous. As Hagrid gave his two cents Delia listened. He was really passionate about the subject. Severus came and sat down across the table from Delia.
"Good afternoon, Miss Wheelrite," he said optimistically.
"Good Afternoon, Professor Snape. I see you have come to what I call the butter and suck up as to why should do a project with you session. You have five minutes stating your purpose and why I should be under your assistance."
"I have noticed from past projects you haven't selected Potions. There are many things you could write about and many experiments to do. More then a year's time worth. You last project was Divination. You have done everything so far but DADA and Potions. I'm only suggesting Potions because it would look really good if you did a major project. If your results were something remarkable you could publish them. I'm not here to make myself look good. I'm here to offer you an alternative another Divination project."
"Good points made," she said in a diplomatic voice. "I was thinking Potions over the summer. Poisons to be precise. Since ninety percent of poisons can be cured with bezoar. Then in a few antidotes Mandrakes can be used. But what about finding some others that are used little or unknown?"
"That is a field of research few have done. A wealth of information could be gained. It would be a challenge."
"Yes," Delia said. "It would be a challenge. Mhhh..." She sat back in her chair on two legs.
"I can also inform you about the fringe benefits," he said softly.
"State them, please."
Severus looked over his shoulder and then leaned on the table lowering himself and spoke softly. Delia could barely hear him she leaned forward. "Say again. I didn't get the first part," she whispered.
"I said, I wouldn't have to give you detention constantly. I could see you more. We could work weekends without anyone suspecting a thing."
"Wouldn't you distract me?" she whispered back. "That's justification for an alternative project."
"Of course I would, once in awhile. I mean I do have a foxy chick in my lab..."
Delia stood up seeing Becky and her friends enter the library. Delia stuck out her hand for a handshake. "Thank you Professor Snape. I will consider your ideas. I'll let you know by this evening after dinner."
"I'm glad I could be of assistance. Choose wisely Miss Wheelrite." He stood up, shook Delia's hand and left. Delia was collecting her things when Becky slammed down a book in front of Delia.
"What do think you are doing?" she asked in an icy tone. "Trying to swoon our Snape with your hair and shoes. You're still a hussy. Have we forgotten our little bashing? If it weren't for your Snapey saving your skin you wouldn't be here. Although, I don't see why he's want to save you. You're a worthless Mudblood."
Delia was boiling with rage. She gathered up her books and notebook and said coolly, "Thanks for the enlightenment. I hope you and your friends have a nice afternoon."
"We'll kick your Hufflepuff ass on Fridays match. Just you watch!" she called out.
"That we will shall see about." Delia left quietly. She was pleased with how she handled the situation.
"SHE CAN"T DO THAT!" Delia heard Becky shriek from the library. Madame Pince was on her fast. Delia walked down the hall. She after all had Quidditch practice to get to.
Quidditch practice ended just before dinner. The entire team walked in to the Great Hall wearing their Quidditch robes. They sat down all in a good mood. They only had one member leave. Casey Young was one of the beaters. Before she left she recommended Frank Gale, who was a first year last year. Frank seemed a little scared about the up coming match on Friday. Delia kept reassuring him winning wasn't everything; just keep the Buldgers away from the guys in yellow aim at the guys in green. Secretly Delia was hoping they would beat Slytherin. But she knew the odds were about even. Severus looked at the Hufflepuff Quidditch team and smiled. They looked like they were having fun. He just hoped that if Slytherin won Delia wouldn't be mad at him. Then he thought if they won I owe Sprout ten Galleons. So he went back to scowling.
"What's Snape looking at us for?" Frank asked.
"Oh, ignore him," Delia said. "He is just trying to scare us. It's as Slytherin thing. Don't let him intimidate you."
"Yeah, " Josh said. "If he scares you too much, I'll wallop him!"
"Ignore Josh," Delia interjected. "He has a lot of repressed anger. He wants to fight all the time."
"Ow! Nicola stop hitting me! OW! OW!"
The entire team erupted in laughter. They all suspect Josh and Nicola had a thing going on between them. But wouldn't admit it. "Why don't you two go snog off somewhere?" Delia asked.
"No way!" Nicola cried. "No way!"
"Ahh come on. You two look so cute together!"
"No we don't! No we don't!" Josh said. "I'm leaving! I have homework." He jumped off his chair and ran off.
"Poor Josh." Frank said shaking his head. "He can't help being a sensitive guy."
***
Severus sat in his bedchamber. He had left dinner early. He was had pulled a few his personal library books in optimism Delia could use them. He knew she would choose Potions. He wouldn't bother her too much. He knew she had to do it and she had to do it well. There was familiar knock at his door. He knew it was Delia. She had soft knock like she didn't want to upset or bother someone. Delia could never bother or upset Severus. He liked her too much. He opened the door and Delia stood in her Quidditch Robes. "Come in, please. The hall is drafty." Delia walked into his bedchambers, while Severus was shutting the door Delia spoke.
"It's a dungeon, it's forever-"
Before she could say anymore Severus had pushed her against the door and kissed her. The kiss had caught Delia by surprise. Delia noticed he was a good kisser. Once they stopped he said. "That's my other reason why you should choose Potions as your project."
Delia looked into his eyes and said, "That is a very convincing reason. I think I will take it. Congratulations you win."
"What do I win?" he asked.
Delia stood on her tiptoes and kissed Severus. He was a foot taller then she was so this made it tricky. She couldn't kiss him as long as she would have liked to. Severus wrapped his arms around Delia and pulled her close. Even in all of her Quidditch robes she seemed tiny. Severus started running his fingers through her hair. He couldn't believe how soft it was. Delia rested her head on Severus chest. They both remained in each others embrace lost in their own worlds. Severus liked holding Delia. She felt warm and brought delight to his heart. Severus snapped out of his thoughts to realize Delia had fallen asleep. He removed her Quidditch robe, leaving her in her sweater. He let her robe fall to the floor. He then tilted Delia back and scooped her up into his arms. He carried her over to the bed and laid her down in it. He didn't have to pull back the duvet. His bed wasn't made. Severus usually slept in on Sunday mornings. The house elves didn't get a chance to come down to
his room and make his bed. Severus was too lazy to make his own so he just left it they way it was on Sunday. He took off Delia's boots and covered her up. He would wake her soon. He didn't want to now, because she looked so peaceful and if she had fallen asleep standing up she must have been exhausted. Severus picked up Delia's robe and dusted it off and draped it on the coat rack.
An hour later Delia woke up from her nap. She sat up groggy. She blinked a few times, brushing her hair out of her eyes. Severus looked over from the couch and smiled and asked, "Have a nice nap?"
"Yes, I believe I did. What were you doing while I was snoozing?"
"My favourite amusement of grading papers. When will it ever stop?"
"When you stop giving homework out!" Delia said with a laugh.
"Keep on hoping. Someday if you ever become a teacher you'll understand!"
"You told me not to become one. So therefore I don't plan on it. I plan on finding something I like. I'm stuck doing it the rest of my life. So it better be superior!" She threw the duvet and put on her boots. Delia got up from the bed, stretched and walked over to Severus. He was sprawled out on the couch. The footstool and small table had stacks of papers. He was all finished except for Delia's assignment. He was in the middle of grading it when Delia awakened. He quickly shoved it into a pile of papers just before Delia came up next to him. Delia smiled. She had seen her handwriting over his shoulder. She wasn't going to say anything. She would find out soon enough, besides that was on Wednesday's list of worries. He cleared away several stacks of papers on the couch. Delia sat down next to him and noticed Severus looked exhausted. She slipped her arm around Severus's waist, resting her head on his shoulder. Severus sighed and stood up.
"You had better leave soon. You're least favourite person will be arriving soon to pick me up. I have to change clothes. If Malfoy discovers you here he'll bring you along with us and I don't mean as my date. He would love to get his hands on you. Don't ever be alone when he is around."
"Don't worry I won't," she reassured him.
"You can help me choose something to wear. I have no idea."
Delia went over to his wardrobe. She looked inside. There really wasn't much to choose from, it was all black. "Is it casual or evening or other?"
"Casual, if you want to call it that," he said in hurried tone.
"Ok, I don't see what's wrong with this black silk shirt, with these black pants, with the belt you have on and boots too. You can wear your same robe unless you have one set aside for these things."
"That I do have. You can stay a bit longer, but not too long. I'll be back." He went into the bathroom and came out smelling of 4711. The only thing different about him was his shirt and he didn't have on a robe. He went over to the wardrobe and pulled out one that looked the same as the one he tossed on the bed next to Delia who was sitting on the edge. "You should leave. I have some books for you to use. They might be of help with your project."
"Thanks." She smiled getting off the edge of his bed. Delia walked over to the coat rack and put on her Quidditch robe. Severus handed Delia the books. He got as far as opening the door when Malfoy appeared from the fireplace.
"Now Miss Wheelrite if anything happens to these books I will make sure you are stuck here another year."
Delia decided to play along. "Don't worry! I'll take care of your books and have them back by the end of the week. These should help me with my project, thanks."
"Good evening all. Sorry I'm early." Malfoy said, then looked at Delia. "And a special good evening to you Miss Wheelrite. What a surprise to see you again so soon! I'm just taking your Professor here out for a few drinks at a party."
"Well I better not keep you two. Enjoy your evening." She stepped closer to the door.
"Miss Wheelrite would you like to come with us? It's just a friendly get together with some friends. They would love to see Hogwarts American."
"No, thanks. I must decline." She said nervously, "I'm not dressed for it and I don't have permission from Headmaster Dumbledore."
"Nonsense! You look fine to me. Come along!"
"Miss Wheelrite has a point, Malfoy." Severus said in a dangerous tone, "She doesn't have permission from the Headmaster. It's also a school night and I presume she has homework."
"The headmaster won't mind if we take her for a few hours. We'll have her back soon enough." Malfoy grabbed Delia's shoulder causing Delia to drop the books and led her to the fireplace. Before Severus could say or do anything Malfoy already threw in Floo Powder and Delia disappeared with Lucius.
Oh shit! Severus thought. I've gotten Delia into a mess. He quickly threw Floo Powder and said in a hurried voice, "Malfoys Manor."
Delia hated traveling via Floo Powder. As the gates went whizzing by Delia keep getting more and more terrified. She had heard Malfoy Manor, but didn't know where that was or what was to be awaiting her there.
***
Oh no! What'll happen to Dee? Stay tuned to find out. I'll try to have the next section up ASAP. I could be leaving for OKC anytime to go see the Davis Cup Match.