Finally the steamy chapter! After many rows with my Beta Readers, the Dyslexic Bunch, we rated it "R". ENJOY!
Sremialcsid: Gnilwor K.J, snwo gnihtyreve PH. I od ton.
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Ch18- Mommy and Elley
Madame Trelawney was in the middle of predicting Albert's doom when Dumbledore came into the room. "Just as I predicted, Headmaster Dumbledore is here to take Delia away. No fear, dear, your mother is here with a friend. Collect your things and give your mother a hug. It was nice to meet your acquaintance Mr. Wheelrite. You will have a lovely trip home."
Delia grabbed her bag and went out to the hallway. Her mother hugged her and cried. Delia knew why he mother and Elle were here. Elle looked lost. Josie Alex Wheelrite gave Albert a cold look. Josie had short bone hair and blue grey eyes. Elle had long brown hair that came her waist. Delia never knew what color Elle's eyes were. She always seemed to wear a different color of contact lens. Today she was wearing lavender. Josie was a tall woman at five foot eight. Elle was a dress size two and she was petite. There was always something mystic about Elle. People kept mistaking Elle as Delia's mother.
"Where is this Severus? I came all the way from Kansas just to see him. Where is he?" Josie said. "It was noble of him to send a letter. I have a few things to say to him. Well, where is he?"
"Come with me mom," Delia sighed, hoping Mom and Elle would take this better then Albert had. "The dungeons are this way."
***
Delia's troupe found Severus. He was in the middle of a break. He was in the middle of preparing the classroom for his afternoon class of first years. He looked up when Delia came in with her posse. Severus thought that this had gone from the ridiculous to the sublime.
"Good morning, Severus. Sorry to bother you but my mom and Elle are here. I don't have to say anymore other then Mom, Elle McGuire this is Severus. Severus this is my mom and Elle."
He shook the ladies hands. "Nice to meet all of you."
"Yes, but I have a few questions. I don't mind you loving Delia, " Josie said," But why didn't you send a photograph of yourself? How much money do you have? I want to know because if you plan on taking care of my Delia-"
"Ms Alex I understand Delia is...special. Of course you want what's best for her. I didn't have a photograph to send that was appropriate. The only one I have is outdated and it's in the school brochure."
`Yes, I went digging for it. I must say not much has changed." Josie took out the brochure from her purse, "What do you think Elle? Not much change?"
"Well his hair is a little longer now, but not by much," Elle speculated. "His face looks younger here. Hmm funny he looks the same in a black and white pic as in real life. But if he likes Delia and she likes him he's not bad. Ah, I knew Delia would go for a man in black!"
"Hey!" Delia exclaimed. Severus just smiled good-naturedly.
"Your Sev is a quite guy. Don't know how he keeps up with you though," Josie said.
"Ha, you don't know him yet." Delia said. "Dad was calling him a cradle robber."
"Oh Albert, Sev's not! He seems like a nice man. Dee he's yours what can I say other then if he gives you a headache give him one. A women needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle."
"You could have told me that one earlier, Jo!" Albert retorted.
"Hey, Severus doesn't want to hear our family problems," Delia said. "I bet he wants us out of here so he can get back to what he was doing."
"No, you all are fine." Severus said. Severus thought of how odd this situation was. Delia, Albert, Josie and Elle all in his dungeon classroom. Severus was surprised that Albert hadn't blown his top by now with Elle. Elle looked as if she was going to go crazy. Albert looked bored. Josie was beaming. Delia looked as if she wanted this to be over. Severus was just in awe. He noticed Delia got her eyes from her mother and hair from her father. Severus broke the silence.
"Would anyone like some tea?"
"No thanks, I have DADA in a bit."
"No thanks, Sev."
"I'll pass. I don't drink tea."
"If you are making one I'll have one. It's the old Brit in me. Don't trouble yourself."
"Is anybody coming with me to DADA? I have to go. Or you can stay here."
"I'll go Dee. As your mother I am interested to know what you do in DADA"
"I was planning on going with you this morning to all of your classes."
"What's DADA?" Elle asked.
"Defense Against the Dark Arts," Severus replied. "It's a subject that is very useful every witch and wizard should memorize everything."
***
Delia's afternoon passed. She went to Quidditch practice. Her family seemed to be in amazement over the sport. Josh, Nicola and Delia showed her family all of their moves. Albert was impressed. He couldn't wait to see a real game tomorrow. Once Quidditch practice was over her family left for their hotel rooms London. Delia walked back into Hogwarts feeling drained. She still had her project to get started one and piles of homework. Delia felt more confused then she had a week ago. Delia didn't bother to change. She was going to go start on her project then go to bed. Delia went to the dungeons to find Severus bent over a cauldron poking at the contents inside. Severus looked up and smiled as Delia entered closing the door.
"Don't worry, I'm alone," she said. "Everybody left for London. Man, they all leave on Sunday. Then my life can get back to being crazy. Anyway I'm here to get started on my project."
"Good. We won't start anything but we'll lay down some ground rules. Rule one: Never work alone. You are working with some explosive things. If I'm not here find somebody else. Rule two: Keep two changes of clothing here somewhere. What are you going to do if a potion explodes? Also bring some shampoo and whatever soap you like. Rule three: Wear something other then your high heels. I'd prefer boots. I have a catalogue you can order some out of or buy some this weekend in Diagon Alley. Rule four: I am the Potions Master do not argue with me. Rule five: I can kiss you when I feel like it. Rule six: My Dungeon, My rules. Rule seven: See rule six. Have I made myself clear?"
"Crystal clear. So what's on the agenda for tonight?"
"As soon as I finish this potion for headaches, nerves and everything else, I'm having some coffee. You can either join me or do what you like."
"I like the do what you like part. I think I'll stretch out on a table and take a nap. Yep, sounds good to me."
Severus laughed, "Very funny. Tables aren't meant for sleeping on."
"Then what do you use a table for?" she asked being factious.
An unscrupulous notion crossed Severus's mind and in his silky smooth voice with a slight tone of mischievous sprite, "Oh my dear, you'll find out someday."
"What? You use a table for eating at, cutting up paper, sorting things, making corn bread, piling junk on..." it abruptly hit her like the cold Kansas winter wind hits on a cold January night. Delia's face flushed as she giggled timidly. She couldn't believe how adolescent she was sometimes. Severus just gave her a wily grin while pulling her into an embrace. He ran his fingers through her hair.
"I sometimes fail to remember how silly you can be, "he said. "Nevertheless that's what makes you cute."
"Oh so now I'm cute. I'm cute cute cute cute cute-" before Delia could say `cute' again Severus had silenced her with his mouth. Delia was about ready to pull away due to lack of oxygen. Severus sensed this. He laced his hands in her hair gently pushing her into the kiss. Delia in response placed her arms around Severus's and pulled him closer. Severus untangled his hands from Delia's hair and leisurely ran his hands down her back. He removed his lips and placed them on Delia's neck. Delia threw her head back as the kisses sent electrifying sensations all through her tensed body. She let a soft whimper escape. Severus felt something stir. In response he allowed his hands to drift to the laces on Delia's Quidditch robe. He fumbled around until her robe fell to the floor in a yellow pile. Their lips met in a hunger driven passion. Severus wandering hands wandered up Delia's sweater. He noticed she wasn't wearing bra, but was using a brushed cotton camisole. His hands found
Delia's breasts delicately that were covered by the camisole. He tenderly cupped her breasts and squeezed the softness. Delia wasn't overly large. Delia pulled away from the kiss throwing her head back moaning. Severus placed his thumbs on Delia's nipples that were becoming unyielding. He caressed her nipples slowly. "Oh Severus," she murmured in a passion driven cry. Delia was putty in his hands now.
Severus unrelenting the caressing gave Delia the slowest passion crammed kiss she had ever had. Midway through the kiss he caressed harder and faster but just as lovingly as before. Her breasts had taken shape under his skilled hands. Delia's hands were going some investigating for their own. They had ran all around Severus's back, chest and back down his back to his hips. Delia allowed her right hand to wander onto Severus's eagerness. Severus snapped his head back, groaned and squeezed Delia setting off a whimper from her throat. Delia's fervent lips found Severus's neck. She gave him fast hot kissing resulting in more squeezes and groans. Delia ran her hand affectionately up and down Severus's fervor. "Damn it Delia!" he cried, "I am going to show you what else you can use a table for!"
"Oh you are now," she said still kissing his neck. He picked Delia up and set her on one of the classroom tables. Delia fiddled with the clasps on his long swishy robe. She finally unclasped the last one and his robe fell. Severus pulled off Delia's sweater. She had on a basic white camisole with a strip of lace. Delia got as far as unzipping his pants before he pushed her down on the table. He shoved the camisole up and placed his mouth on her warm breast. Delia let out yelp as Severus tenderly sucked. He switched to the other and Delia said, "I want you, NOW!" Severus pushed down his pants and got up on the table. He fiddled with the zipper on Delia's Quidditch pants. Once he undid the zip he shoved her pants down. Delia pulled Severus down into a hot kiss.
Severus broke away from the kiss and said, "I hope you locked the door."
"Was I supposed to?" she asked.
All of a sudden Severus snapped out of it and gasped. "Delia I'm sorry!" He got down off the table and pulled up his pants. He hurried over to the door and locked it. Delia had climbed down from the table and was pulling on her sweater. Severus picked up her Quidditch robe and put it on her. He picked up his robe from the floor and replaced it on his shoulders. He noticed one of the clasps had broken. He couldn't believe how he had behaved. He had promised Delia's father that he wouldn't do `any funny stuff.' He then said, "Delia I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry too. It takes two to tango. I'm just as much to blame as you are! Let's not point fingers at each other. You think I'm hot and I think you are hot. Ya play with fire ya will get burned. It happened, the end, case closed."
Delia was sitting in on the classroom chairs with her head down in her folded arms. Her head was swimming. No one had ever done anything like that to her. She had been kissed, but not in the way Severus had kissed her just moments ago. Delia hadn't even had a boyfriend and now she had a man falling all over her. Delia thought being eighteen was going to be easy. Boy, did it have her fooled. It was the pits so far. She was more confused now then she had ever been. Albert was right. At eighteen you don't know what love is. She had said that she loved Severus, but did she mean it? All of her friends back home were talking about college. Most of them had applied and been accept somewhere. They were talking about senior prom, graduation and money from college. Delia didn't fit in back home and she was considered odd here. Delia had been looking at prom dresses over the summer with Jen, Bridget, Lisa and Courtney. They were all talking about what color to pick, shoes to wear and
jewelry. Delia felt strange when she said they didn't have prom at Hogwarts. Her cousin and friends looked at her cross eyed and continued shopping in the mall.
The whole time Delia had been in her own world Severus had been rubbing her shoulders. It was relaxing. He always seemed to know what to do to get her out of a funk. She smiled and thought you dorkus you do love Severus. She raised her head, turned in her chair and looked at Severus.
"I love you," she said.
He didn't waste anytime and replied, "I love you too." Delia stood up from the chair and hugged Severus. All he wanted to do was hold her close. He did love Delia, no doubt about it. He just hoped he wasn't distracting her from her final year. Delia noticed Severus's broken clasp and giggled. "What is so funny?" he asked.
"Your catch on your clasp has broken and needs sewing. I must have ripped it off in a rage of heated blazing passion!" Delia howled with laughter. Severus was trying hard not to laugh, but ended up laughing along with Delia. Delia was laughing so hard she had to sit down. She was pounding the table with her fists. Severus had tears in his eyes. They stopped laughing only to start again when they both look at each other. Once the laughing subsided Delia said to Severus, "Take off your robe!"
"Delia! I didn't know you were that kind of woman!" Severus exclaimed. They looked at each other and started laughing again he then said in his silky smooth voice softly. "I prefer a woman who can rip off my robes in a rage of heated blazing passion!" Delia got this look on her face. Severus swore she was hot for him. He whispered in her ear, "Do as you please with me."
An evil grin crossed her face and she said slowly, "I think I just might do so." She slowly rose from the chair and walked over to Severus. She placed her hands on Severus's chest in a seductive manner and sure enough he heard a rip. "Do you like your shirts ripped too?"
In his silky voice he said, "I am yours Miss Wheelrite. Do with this professor as you please." Delia unbuttoned the first few buttons slowly. She then grabbed his shirt and ripped it open causing buttons to fly all over the room. She placed her hands on Severus chest and slowly ran her fingers up and down, seducing him. She had him now. It was great being in control. She could tell Severus had his teeth clinched. Delia placed her lips on his chest and gave him slow fiery kisses. Severus was tense. He was considering throwing Delia back onto the table. She was pushing his limits. Here we go again he thought. Delia was still kissing his chest. She knew it was driving him nuts by his moans. Severus couldn't take it anymore he had to have Delia, but it wasn't going to be on a table. He grabbed Delia's hand in a flourish and took her out of the classroom. He led her to his bedchambers. Before Delia could say what the hey she was pushed down on the bed with Severus kissing her in
a blaze of heated passion Severus tore his lips away and ripped Delia's laces on her Quidditch robe and said, "You can only push a man so far." Delia pulled Severus into a kiss. She realized what was going on and pushed him off and sat up gasping.
"Oh...my...wow...whewwwwww...SEVERUS...damn." Delia picked up her ripped Quidditch robe. The laces weren't the only things ripped. It was beyond repair.
"Delia once again I'm sorry. I'll buy you a new Quidditch robe."
"No, this time it was more my fault then yours. I ripped your robe and shirt for Pete's sake. I should be the one buying you a new robe and shirt. Why do I have a feeling your robe could buy three or maybe four of my Quidditch robes?"
"You figured as much. I'm not worried about it. I'm the one that questioned you."
"I got carried way. I was just going to rip off your robe and fix it. You are irresistible. Man, I must have been..." Delia's voice trailed off.
"Horny." Severus said finishing off her sentence. "At least you do admit you find me irresistible. Anything else you want to divulge, my little seductress?"
"I need a stiff drink all of a sudden. What have you got?" she asked.
"Whatever my little seductress wants," he replied in his silky voice.
"Bring me some brandy!" she commanded. Severus got off the bed. Delia was surprised he wasn't cold with his ripped shirt on. He went over to on of his shelves where there were glasses and decanters.
"Would my little seductress like kirshwasser? I have some very good kirshwasser. But if you would like brandy I have that also."
"Bring me kirshwasser, my master."
Severus smiled and thought she's calling me master. He poured two tumblers of kirshwasser and brought them over to the bed. Delia was lying there looking at ease. Severus still wanted to rip off more then her Quidditch robe. Severus sat down on the edge of the bed handed her a tumbler. Delia looked at the cut crystal tumbler and smiled.
"Very nice tumblers. I'm going to steal on if you don't watch it!"
"Ah, my little seductress you have stolen more then a tumbler. You have stolen my heart!"
"So I have," she said taking a drink, "nice choice in liquor. I can tell you are a man who likes the finer things in life." She drank the contents of the glass. She set the empty tumbler on the nightstand.
"Why yes I am," he said drinking all of his kirshwasser and then set the tumbler on his nightstand next to Delia's. He then leaned over Delia, just inches away from her face and picked up a strand of her hair. "I only give special ladies my kirshwasser, allow them to lay on my bed and occasionally wear my nightshirt. I allow exceptionally extraordinary ladies to rip my robes. Although there is this one that I wish would rip more then my robes and the occasional shirt. Just awhile ago she ripped my favourite from the Armani Exchange."
"Ohhh she must be bad girl," Delia said, "I bet she's a Slytherin."
"Oh no. On the contrary she is a Hufflepuff. Whoever said they were duffs were wrong." He spoke in his silky voice, just above a whisper. "Hufflepuffs know exactly what they want. What do you want my little seductress?"
"You," she whispered.
Severus stroked her hair affectionately. "So my little Hufflepuff seductress wants me." Severus thought Delia looked dazzling in the soft glow of candles. He gave her a tender kiss. "I love you, my little Hufflepuff seductress."
"Oh Severus, that is very touching. I love the ambiance you have going here. Good evening Miss Wheelrite, I trust I'm not disturbing anything am I?" Severus jumped off the bed and looked at Malfoy. "Nice shirt Severus, is that the new style or does Miss Wheelrite have something to do with this?"
Severus gave Malfoy a cold stare. Delia was nervous. Malfoy had an evil grin on his face. They only thing that stood between her and Malfoy was Severus. At the moment Severus was in a bad position. Delia and Severus had been caught red handed by a member of the Ministry. Delia knew something bad was going to happen. Malfoy seemed to be enjoying himself. For once he had all of the power.
"Severus," Malfoy said, "You do remember our outing tonight, I hope. All of us are going to be there. Miss Wheelrite is more then welcome. You know Severus I caught you two in a bad position with Delia's family here and all."
"Don't black mail me Malfoy," Severus said in a dangerous tone.
"You do forget things don't you Severus. I am a Ministry official. Who are they going to believe? My story or your story? I can have you thrown out of here and Miss Wheelrite sent back to America with her wand snapped and her rights as a witch taken away. Ah, the power I have."
"What do you want Mr. Malfoy?" Delia asked.
"My dear, I can ask for many things right now. What I would like is you to accompany us tonight."
"No," she said plainly in her Kansas accent.
"Then I have no choice my dear but to send you home with your parents," he said coldly.
"You can't do that!" Delia cried.
His eyes narrowed, "Watch me my dear. You may be pretty but there are many other pretty girls out there. I'll give you one last chance. Take it or watch the consequences unfold in front of your eyes."
"Where are we going this evening? Pool party or wet tee shirt contest?" she asked uncouthly.
Malfoy laughed, "Miss Wheelrite you are witty. You will find out. Shall I meet you at my Manor is half an hour? If you aren't there I can guarantee bad things will happen. I will see you all there." Before Delia could blink Malfoy was gone.
Delia got of the bed in a panic. Severus was in the process of changing his shirt. He went into the classroom and came back carrying his robe. Delia was trying to repair her Quidditch robe as best she could. She finally gave up. She was going to have to order a new one. She looked up at Severus and said, "What does one wear to these functions?"
"Wear what you like. You can go up and change or borrow something of mine. But you had better make up your mind."
"I'll run up and change. I'll be back."
Sremialcsid: Gnilwor K.J, snwo gnihtyreve PH. I od ton.
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Ch18- Mommy and Elley
Madame Trelawney was in the middle of predicting Albert's doom when Dumbledore came into the room. "Just as I predicted, Headmaster Dumbledore is here to take Delia away. No fear, dear, your mother is here with a friend. Collect your things and give your mother a hug. It was nice to meet your acquaintance Mr. Wheelrite. You will have a lovely trip home."
Delia grabbed her bag and went out to the hallway. Her mother hugged her and cried. Delia knew why he mother and Elle were here. Elle looked lost. Josie Alex Wheelrite gave Albert a cold look. Josie had short bone hair and blue grey eyes. Elle had long brown hair that came her waist. Delia never knew what color Elle's eyes were. She always seemed to wear a different color of contact lens. Today she was wearing lavender. Josie was a tall woman at five foot eight. Elle was a dress size two and she was petite. There was always something mystic about Elle. People kept mistaking Elle as Delia's mother.
"Where is this Severus? I came all the way from Kansas just to see him. Where is he?" Josie said. "It was noble of him to send a letter. I have a few things to say to him. Well, where is he?"
"Come with me mom," Delia sighed, hoping Mom and Elle would take this better then Albert had. "The dungeons are this way."
***
Delia's troupe found Severus. He was in the middle of a break. He was in the middle of preparing the classroom for his afternoon class of first years. He looked up when Delia came in with her posse. Severus thought that this had gone from the ridiculous to the sublime.
"Good morning, Severus. Sorry to bother you but my mom and Elle are here. I don't have to say anymore other then Mom, Elle McGuire this is Severus. Severus this is my mom and Elle."
He shook the ladies hands. "Nice to meet all of you."
"Yes, but I have a few questions. I don't mind you loving Delia, " Josie said," But why didn't you send a photograph of yourself? How much money do you have? I want to know because if you plan on taking care of my Delia-"
"Ms Alex I understand Delia is...special. Of course you want what's best for her. I didn't have a photograph to send that was appropriate. The only one I have is outdated and it's in the school brochure."
`Yes, I went digging for it. I must say not much has changed." Josie took out the brochure from her purse, "What do you think Elle? Not much change?"
"Well his hair is a little longer now, but not by much," Elle speculated. "His face looks younger here. Hmm funny he looks the same in a black and white pic as in real life. But if he likes Delia and she likes him he's not bad. Ah, I knew Delia would go for a man in black!"
"Hey!" Delia exclaimed. Severus just smiled good-naturedly.
"Your Sev is a quite guy. Don't know how he keeps up with you though," Josie said.
"Ha, you don't know him yet." Delia said. "Dad was calling him a cradle robber."
"Oh Albert, Sev's not! He seems like a nice man. Dee he's yours what can I say other then if he gives you a headache give him one. A women needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle."
"You could have told me that one earlier, Jo!" Albert retorted.
"Hey, Severus doesn't want to hear our family problems," Delia said. "I bet he wants us out of here so he can get back to what he was doing."
"No, you all are fine." Severus said. Severus thought of how odd this situation was. Delia, Albert, Josie and Elle all in his dungeon classroom. Severus was surprised that Albert hadn't blown his top by now with Elle. Elle looked as if she was going to go crazy. Albert looked bored. Josie was beaming. Delia looked as if she wanted this to be over. Severus was just in awe. He noticed Delia got her eyes from her mother and hair from her father. Severus broke the silence.
"Would anyone like some tea?"
"No thanks, I have DADA in a bit."
"No thanks, Sev."
"I'll pass. I don't drink tea."
"If you are making one I'll have one. It's the old Brit in me. Don't trouble yourself."
"Is anybody coming with me to DADA? I have to go. Or you can stay here."
"I'll go Dee. As your mother I am interested to know what you do in DADA"
"I was planning on going with you this morning to all of your classes."
"What's DADA?" Elle asked.
"Defense Against the Dark Arts," Severus replied. "It's a subject that is very useful every witch and wizard should memorize everything."
***
Delia's afternoon passed. She went to Quidditch practice. Her family seemed to be in amazement over the sport. Josh, Nicola and Delia showed her family all of their moves. Albert was impressed. He couldn't wait to see a real game tomorrow. Once Quidditch practice was over her family left for their hotel rooms London. Delia walked back into Hogwarts feeling drained. She still had her project to get started one and piles of homework. Delia felt more confused then she had a week ago. Delia didn't bother to change. She was going to go start on her project then go to bed. Delia went to the dungeons to find Severus bent over a cauldron poking at the contents inside. Severus looked up and smiled as Delia entered closing the door.
"Don't worry, I'm alone," she said. "Everybody left for London. Man, they all leave on Sunday. Then my life can get back to being crazy. Anyway I'm here to get started on my project."
"Good. We won't start anything but we'll lay down some ground rules. Rule one: Never work alone. You are working with some explosive things. If I'm not here find somebody else. Rule two: Keep two changes of clothing here somewhere. What are you going to do if a potion explodes? Also bring some shampoo and whatever soap you like. Rule three: Wear something other then your high heels. I'd prefer boots. I have a catalogue you can order some out of or buy some this weekend in Diagon Alley. Rule four: I am the Potions Master do not argue with me. Rule five: I can kiss you when I feel like it. Rule six: My Dungeon, My rules. Rule seven: See rule six. Have I made myself clear?"
"Crystal clear. So what's on the agenda for tonight?"
"As soon as I finish this potion for headaches, nerves and everything else, I'm having some coffee. You can either join me or do what you like."
"I like the do what you like part. I think I'll stretch out on a table and take a nap. Yep, sounds good to me."
Severus laughed, "Very funny. Tables aren't meant for sleeping on."
"Then what do you use a table for?" she asked being factious.
An unscrupulous notion crossed Severus's mind and in his silky smooth voice with a slight tone of mischievous sprite, "Oh my dear, you'll find out someday."
"What? You use a table for eating at, cutting up paper, sorting things, making corn bread, piling junk on..." it abruptly hit her like the cold Kansas winter wind hits on a cold January night. Delia's face flushed as she giggled timidly. She couldn't believe how adolescent she was sometimes. Severus just gave her a wily grin while pulling her into an embrace. He ran his fingers through her hair.
"I sometimes fail to remember how silly you can be, "he said. "Nevertheless that's what makes you cute."
"Oh so now I'm cute. I'm cute cute cute cute cute-" before Delia could say `cute' again Severus had silenced her with his mouth. Delia was about ready to pull away due to lack of oxygen. Severus sensed this. He laced his hands in her hair gently pushing her into the kiss. Delia in response placed her arms around Severus's and pulled him closer. Severus untangled his hands from Delia's hair and leisurely ran his hands down her back. He removed his lips and placed them on Delia's neck. Delia threw her head back as the kisses sent electrifying sensations all through her tensed body. She let a soft whimper escape. Severus felt something stir. In response he allowed his hands to drift to the laces on Delia's Quidditch robe. He fumbled around until her robe fell to the floor in a yellow pile. Their lips met in a hunger driven passion. Severus wandering hands wandered up Delia's sweater. He noticed she wasn't wearing bra, but was using a brushed cotton camisole. His hands found
Delia's breasts delicately that were covered by the camisole. He tenderly cupped her breasts and squeezed the softness. Delia wasn't overly large. Delia pulled away from the kiss throwing her head back moaning. Severus placed his thumbs on Delia's nipples that were becoming unyielding. He caressed her nipples slowly. "Oh Severus," she murmured in a passion driven cry. Delia was putty in his hands now.
Severus unrelenting the caressing gave Delia the slowest passion crammed kiss she had ever had. Midway through the kiss he caressed harder and faster but just as lovingly as before. Her breasts had taken shape under his skilled hands. Delia's hands were going some investigating for their own. They had ran all around Severus's back, chest and back down his back to his hips. Delia allowed her right hand to wander onto Severus's eagerness. Severus snapped his head back, groaned and squeezed Delia setting off a whimper from her throat. Delia's fervent lips found Severus's neck. She gave him fast hot kissing resulting in more squeezes and groans. Delia ran her hand affectionately up and down Severus's fervor. "Damn it Delia!" he cried, "I am going to show you what else you can use a table for!"
"Oh you are now," she said still kissing his neck. He picked Delia up and set her on one of the classroom tables. Delia fiddled with the clasps on his long swishy robe. She finally unclasped the last one and his robe fell. Severus pulled off Delia's sweater. She had on a basic white camisole with a strip of lace. Delia got as far as unzipping his pants before he pushed her down on the table. He shoved the camisole up and placed his mouth on her warm breast. Delia let out yelp as Severus tenderly sucked. He switched to the other and Delia said, "I want you, NOW!" Severus pushed down his pants and got up on the table. He fiddled with the zipper on Delia's Quidditch pants. Once he undid the zip he shoved her pants down. Delia pulled Severus down into a hot kiss.
Severus broke away from the kiss and said, "I hope you locked the door."
"Was I supposed to?" she asked.
All of a sudden Severus snapped out of it and gasped. "Delia I'm sorry!" He got down off the table and pulled up his pants. He hurried over to the door and locked it. Delia had climbed down from the table and was pulling on her sweater. Severus picked up her Quidditch robe and put it on her. He picked up his robe from the floor and replaced it on his shoulders. He noticed one of the clasps had broken. He couldn't believe how he had behaved. He had promised Delia's father that he wouldn't do `any funny stuff.' He then said, "Delia I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry too. It takes two to tango. I'm just as much to blame as you are! Let's not point fingers at each other. You think I'm hot and I think you are hot. Ya play with fire ya will get burned. It happened, the end, case closed."
Delia was sitting in on the classroom chairs with her head down in her folded arms. Her head was swimming. No one had ever done anything like that to her. She had been kissed, but not in the way Severus had kissed her just moments ago. Delia hadn't even had a boyfriend and now she had a man falling all over her. Delia thought being eighteen was going to be easy. Boy, did it have her fooled. It was the pits so far. She was more confused now then she had ever been. Albert was right. At eighteen you don't know what love is. She had said that she loved Severus, but did she mean it? All of her friends back home were talking about college. Most of them had applied and been accept somewhere. They were talking about senior prom, graduation and money from college. Delia didn't fit in back home and she was considered odd here. Delia had been looking at prom dresses over the summer with Jen, Bridget, Lisa and Courtney. They were all talking about what color to pick, shoes to wear and
jewelry. Delia felt strange when she said they didn't have prom at Hogwarts. Her cousin and friends looked at her cross eyed and continued shopping in the mall.
The whole time Delia had been in her own world Severus had been rubbing her shoulders. It was relaxing. He always seemed to know what to do to get her out of a funk. She smiled and thought you dorkus you do love Severus. She raised her head, turned in her chair and looked at Severus.
"I love you," she said.
He didn't waste anytime and replied, "I love you too." Delia stood up from the chair and hugged Severus. All he wanted to do was hold her close. He did love Delia, no doubt about it. He just hoped he wasn't distracting her from her final year. Delia noticed Severus's broken clasp and giggled. "What is so funny?" he asked.
"Your catch on your clasp has broken and needs sewing. I must have ripped it off in a rage of heated blazing passion!" Delia howled with laughter. Severus was trying hard not to laugh, but ended up laughing along with Delia. Delia was laughing so hard she had to sit down. She was pounding the table with her fists. Severus had tears in his eyes. They stopped laughing only to start again when they both look at each other. Once the laughing subsided Delia said to Severus, "Take off your robe!"
"Delia! I didn't know you were that kind of woman!" Severus exclaimed. They looked at each other and started laughing again he then said in his silky smooth voice softly. "I prefer a woman who can rip off my robes in a rage of heated blazing passion!" Delia got this look on her face. Severus swore she was hot for him. He whispered in her ear, "Do as you please with me."
An evil grin crossed her face and she said slowly, "I think I just might do so." She slowly rose from the chair and walked over to Severus. She placed her hands on Severus's chest in a seductive manner and sure enough he heard a rip. "Do you like your shirts ripped too?"
In his silky voice he said, "I am yours Miss Wheelrite. Do with this professor as you please." Delia unbuttoned the first few buttons slowly. She then grabbed his shirt and ripped it open causing buttons to fly all over the room. She placed her hands on Severus chest and slowly ran her fingers up and down, seducing him. She had him now. It was great being in control. She could tell Severus had his teeth clinched. Delia placed her lips on his chest and gave him slow fiery kisses. Severus was tense. He was considering throwing Delia back onto the table. She was pushing his limits. Here we go again he thought. Delia was still kissing his chest. She knew it was driving him nuts by his moans. Severus couldn't take it anymore he had to have Delia, but it wasn't going to be on a table. He grabbed Delia's hand in a flourish and took her out of the classroom. He led her to his bedchambers. Before Delia could say what the hey she was pushed down on the bed with Severus kissing her in
a blaze of heated passion Severus tore his lips away and ripped Delia's laces on her Quidditch robe and said, "You can only push a man so far." Delia pulled Severus into a kiss. She realized what was going on and pushed him off and sat up gasping.
"Oh...my...wow...whewwwwww...SEVERUS...damn." Delia picked up her ripped Quidditch robe. The laces weren't the only things ripped. It was beyond repair.
"Delia once again I'm sorry. I'll buy you a new Quidditch robe."
"No, this time it was more my fault then yours. I ripped your robe and shirt for Pete's sake. I should be the one buying you a new robe and shirt. Why do I have a feeling your robe could buy three or maybe four of my Quidditch robes?"
"You figured as much. I'm not worried about it. I'm the one that questioned you."
"I got carried way. I was just going to rip off your robe and fix it. You are irresistible. Man, I must have been..." Delia's voice trailed off.
"Horny." Severus said finishing off her sentence. "At least you do admit you find me irresistible. Anything else you want to divulge, my little seductress?"
"I need a stiff drink all of a sudden. What have you got?" she asked.
"Whatever my little seductress wants," he replied in his silky voice.
"Bring me some brandy!" she commanded. Severus got off the bed. Delia was surprised he wasn't cold with his ripped shirt on. He went over to on of his shelves where there were glasses and decanters.
"Would my little seductress like kirshwasser? I have some very good kirshwasser. But if you would like brandy I have that also."
"Bring me kirshwasser, my master."
Severus smiled and thought she's calling me master. He poured two tumblers of kirshwasser and brought them over to the bed. Delia was lying there looking at ease. Severus still wanted to rip off more then her Quidditch robe. Severus sat down on the edge of the bed handed her a tumbler. Delia looked at the cut crystal tumbler and smiled.
"Very nice tumblers. I'm going to steal on if you don't watch it!"
"Ah, my little seductress you have stolen more then a tumbler. You have stolen my heart!"
"So I have," she said taking a drink, "nice choice in liquor. I can tell you are a man who likes the finer things in life." She drank the contents of the glass. She set the empty tumbler on the nightstand.
"Why yes I am," he said drinking all of his kirshwasser and then set the tumbler on his nightstand next to Delia's. He then leaned over Delia, just inches away from her face and picked up a strand of her hair. "I only give special ladies my kirshwasser, allow them to lay on my bed and occasionally wear my nightshirt. I allow exceptionally extraordinary ladies to rip my robes. Although there is this one that I wish would rip more then my robes and the occasional shirt. Just awhile ago she ripped my favourite from the Armani Exchange."
"Ohhh she must be bad girl," Delia said, "I bet she's a Slytherin."
"Oh no. On the contrary she is a Hufflepuff. Whoever said they were duffs were wrong." He spoke in his silky voice, just above a whisper. "Hufflepuffs know exactly what they want. What do you want my little seductress?"
"You," she whispered.
Severus stroked her hair affectionately. "So my little Hufflepuff seductress wants me." Severus thought Delia looked dazzling in the soft glow of candles. He gave her a tender kiss. "I love you, my little Hufflepuff seductress."
"Oh Severus, that is very touching. I love the ambiance you have going here. Good evening Miss Wheelrite, I trust I'm not disturbing anything am I?" Severus jumped off the bed and looked at Malfoy. "Nice shirt Severus, is that the new style or does Miss Wheelrite have something to do with this?"
Severus gave Malfoy a cold stare. Delia was nervous. Malfoy had an evil grin on his face. They only thing that stood between her and Malfoy was Severus. At the moment Severus was in a bad position. Delia and Severus had been caught red handed by a member of the Ministry. Delia knew something bad was going to happen. Malfoy seemed to be enjoying himself. For once he had all of the power.
"Severus," Malfoy said, "You do remember our outing tonight, I hope. All of us are going to be there. Miss Wheelrite is more then welcome. You know Severus I caught you two in a bad position with Delia's family here and all."
"Don't black mail me Malfoy," Severus said in a dangerous tone.
"You do forget things don't you Severus. I am a Ministry official. Who are they going to believe? My story or your story? I can have you thrown out of here and Miss Wheelrite sent back to America with her wand snapped and her rights as a witch taken away. Ah, the power I have."
"What do you want Mr. Malfoy?" Delia asked.
"My dear, I can ask for many things right now. What I would like is you to accompany us tonight."
"No," she said plainly in her Kansas accent.
"Then I have no choice my dear but to send you home with your parents," he said coldly.
"You can't do that!" Delia cried.
His eyes narrowed, "Watch me my dear. You may be pretty but there are many other pretty girls out there. I'll give you one last chance. Take it or watch the consequences unfold in front of your eyes."
"Where are we going this evening? Pool party or wet tee shirt contest?" she asked uncouthly.
Malfoy laughed, "Miss Wheelrite you are witty. You will find out. Shall I meet you at my Manor is half an hour? If you aren't there I can guarantee bad things will happen. I will see you all there." Before Delia could blink Malfoy was gone.
Delia got of the bed in a panic. Severus was in the process of changing his shirt. He went into the classroom and came back carrying his robe. Delia was trying to repair her Quidditch robe as best she could. She finally gave up. She was going to have to order a new one. She looked up at Severus and said, "What does one wear to these functions?"
"Wear what you like. You can go up and change or borrow something of mine. But you had better make up your mind."
"I'll run up and change. I'll be back."