1 Complementary Colours
1.1 Chapter the Fourth – Dinner and Desires
Hooch's POV
Well, she did come back. I was almost about to give up hope, but sure enough she came sweeping back in through the door. As I watched her eyes scan the room for a seat, I felt that sense of panic rising inside me – she had to come and sit by me, she had to. Just when I though she was going to tuck herself away in the window seat, I found the courage to beckon her over. She took the high-backed chair opposite me, and we talked for a few minutes – just general stuff, like "how do you like your room" and "who are you again?", you know that sort of thing. It didn't really matter what we said, it was enough for me just to be talking to her. Everything about her just oozes seductiveness: the way she sat back casually in the chair, with one arm draped over the arm of the chair; the way little strands of her hair keep falling in her face as she smiles, and the way those divine eyes seem to sparkle back at me. As she un-crosses and re-crosses her legs, I can see that she is wearing striped stockings, black and white. Just thinking about that sort of thing makes my head spin.
Things were going so well, she was relaxed and we were talking like friends – then Severus reared his ugly head. I could have smacked him, the slimy snake. Where's a bludger when you need one? I watched him walk up behind her chair, and lean on the back of it. That was bad enough, but when he leaned down to sniff her hair, I wanted to leap out of my seat and throttle him! It was at that point that Ella noticed him. She looked like a scared rabbit as she spun around to see him there, her eyes were as wide and doe- like as Bambi's! I had to fight every urge in my body not to throw my arms around her. I think Severus must have picked up on what I think of Ella, I admit I did come across as just a wee bit defensive.
I think Severus must have frightened her off, she scuttled out of the door in quite a hurry. Bastard. Needless to say, there was a long exchange of glares between the two of us after Ella had gone.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Severus? It's her first morning. You're going to scare the shit out of her!" I fumed, giving him a look that would have floored a troll.
"Why does that bother you, Madam Hooch……? Surely the way I deal with a woman is entirely my own affair….." hissed that infuriatingly silky voice. It's times like this I wish I knew how to use the Unforgivables.
"I'm looking out for her. Unlike men, girls stick together" I gave him a stony glare. He raised an eyebrow, and leaned down beside my shoulder, like he had done to Ella a moment before. He almost purred quietly in my ear,
"Of course….but then we all know what you think about girls sticking together, don't we? You make me sick…." And with that he slithered off to discuss house points with Professor McGonagall, leaving me hurt and still fuming with rage.
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The first students are beginning to arrive now, I guess I should be getting ready for the feast. After that little episode with Severus, I'm not entirely sure whether Ella will even talk to me again. No point moping though, might as well make myself look my best on the off chance that the object of my desires may still want to sit with me. I think this occasion calls for robes, not my normal tunic and pants. I feel less relaxed, but then it's only a few nights a year, isn't it. I run a comb quickly through my hair, and just a tiny bit of wax to make it look more spiky and less like I've just slept on it. I shouldn't have thought that…….I wonder what Ella's hair looks like first thing in the morning. It's so long and silky, I can't imagine it ever looking anything less than perfect.
As I walk down the corridors towards the Great Hall, I can see the little first years bobbing across the lake in their boats. At least they've got good weather this year, not raining or blowing a gale. I step in silently through the door behind the professors' table, and fill my usual seat next to Professor McGonagall. To my huge relief, Snape has chosen to sit right across the other side of the table. I guess he must have realised that he's not her type. Of course I realise that the odds of my being her type are not that high either. Witches who like witches aren't anything like as common as they should be. Still, there's a hope. Oh my gods, she's here. No matter what I do, I can't keep myself from staring at her. She came in through the main doors, and she seems to almost glide as she walks down between the House tables. A few of the students are gawping at her, and to be honest I can't blame them – she looks stunning. Her dress is so long it trails out behind her, and the thin silver belt around her waist magnifies every little swing of her hips. Gods, I want her. As my eyes travel further up her figure, my breath catches in my throat. Call me a dirty girl if you will, but she has the most fantastic breasts! And not by accident either, it's obvious that she's made an effort to lift them. My mind reels – could it be for my benefit? A girl can dream….
She's smiling at me! I should smile back, shouldn't I? Dammit, why won't my face do what I'm telling it! I almost have to bite my lip as she slips into the seat next me, between myself and Professor Lockhart.
"Evening Mara, you look great!" she smiles. Human lips have never looked so desirable. Words seem to trip over my tongue as I try to reply.
"Wow, Ella, so do you. Just fabulous." I hope that came out right. She's smiling at me, so it must have had the right impact.
"Thank you" she's blushing. How adorable, she's blushing. "I wasn't sure what to wear….."
"Believe me babe, you made the right choice!" Oh my Gods, did I say that? How embarrassing! Is she going to hate me? She seems so…….refined. Will she freak out that I called her babe? Girls call each other that all the time, don't we? I'll just come over as friendly, right? The fates are against me this evening, before she can reply Dumbledore has risen from his seat to address the students. He gives his usual beginning of term pep-talk, then introduces the new professors.
"….I'm sure many of you will already know our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Gilderoy Lockhart…" - Much staring and applause – "….and I would like to present to you another new member of our ranks, Professor Hazell Valerian. She'll be teaching you Illusions. It's a new subject, but I think you'll like it." Ella looks nervous, but stands and makes a small bow. She's so beautiful. A few more minutes of waffle, and he announces the beginning of the feast. Trays and plates spring up from nowhere to cover the table…..it looks like a good spread this year. But nothing in front of me looks anywhere like as delicious as the witch sat beside me…….
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1.1 Chapter the Fourth – Dinner and Desires
Hooch's POV
Well, she did come back. I was almost about to give up hope, but sure enough she came sweeping back in through the door. As I watched her eyes scan the room for a seat, I felt that sense of panic rising inside me – she had to come and sit by me, she had to. Just when I though she was going to tuck herself away in the window seat, I found the courage to beckon her over. She took the high-backed chair opposite me, and we talked for a few minutes – just general stuff, like "how do you like your room" and "who are you again?", you know that sort of thing. It didn't really matter what we said, it was enough for me just to be talking to her. Everything about her just oozes seductiveness: the way she sat back casually in the chair, with one arm draped over the arm of the chair; the way little strands of her hair keep falling in her face as she smiles, and the way those divine eyes seem to sparkle back at me. As she un-crosses and re-crosses her legs, I can see that she is wearing striped stockings, black and white. Just thinking about that sort of thing makes my head spin.
Things were going so well, she was relaxed and we were talking like friends – then Severus reared his ugly head. I could have smacked him, the slimy snake. Where's a bludger when you need one? I watched him walk up behind her chair, and lean on the back of it. That was bad enough, but when he leaned down to sniff her hair, I wanted to leap out of my seat and throttle him! It was at that point that Ella noticed him. She looked like a scared rabbit as she spun around to see him there, her eyes were as wide and doe- like as Bambi's! I had to fight every urge in my body not to throw my arms around her. I think Severus must have picked up on what I think of Ella, I admit I did come across as just a wee bit defensive.
I think Severus must have frightened her off, she scuttled out of the door in quite a hurry. Bastard. Needless to say, there was a long exchange of glares between the two of us after Ella had gone.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Severus? It's her first morning. You're going to scare the shit out of her!" I fumed, giving him a look that would have floored a troll.
"Why does that bother you, Madam Hooch……? Surely the way I deal with a woman is entirely my own affair….." hissed that infuriatingly silky voice. It's times like this I wish I knew how to use the Unforgivables.
"I'm looking out for her. Unlike men, girls stick together" I gave him a stony glare. He raised an eyebrow, and leaned down beside my shoulder, like he had done to Ella a moment before. He almost purred quietly in my ear,
"Of course….but then we all know what you think about girls sticking together, don't we? You make me sick…." And with that he slithered off to discuss house points with Professor McGonagall, leaving me hurt and still fuming with rage.
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The first students are beginning to arrive now, I guess I should be getting ready for the feast. After that little episode with Severus, I'm not entirely sure whether Ella will even talk to me again. No point moping though, might as well make myself look my best on the off chance that the object of my desires may still want to sit with me. I think this occasion calls for robes, not my normal tunic and pants. I feel less relaxed, but then it's only a few nights a year, isn't it. I run a comb quickly through my hair, and just a tiny bit of wax to make it look more spiky and less like I've just slept on it. I shouldn't have thought that…….I wonder what Ella's hair looks like first thing in the morning. It's so long and silky, I can't imagine it ever looking anything less than perfect.
As I walk down the corridors towards the Great Hall, I can see the little first years bobbing across the lake in their boats. At least they've got good weather this year, not raining or blowing a gale. I step in silently through the door behind the professors' table, and fill my usual seat next to Professor McGonagall. To my huge relief, Snape has chosen to sit right across the other side of the table. I guess he must have realised that he's not her type. Of course I realise that the odds of my being her type are not that high either. Witches who like witches aren't anything like as common as they should be. Still, there's a hope. Oh my gods, she's here. No matter what I do, I can't keep myself from staring at her. She came in through the main doors, and she seems to almost glide as she walks down between the House tables. A few of the students are gawping at her, and to be honest I can't blame them – she looks stunning. Her dress is so long it trails out behind her, and the thin silver belt around her waist magnifies every little swing of her hips. Gods, I want her. As my eyes travel further up her figure, my breath catches in my throat. Call me a dirty girl if you will, but she has the most fantastic breasts! And not by accident either, it's obvious that she's made an effort to lift them. My mind reels – could it be for my benefit? A girl can dream….
She's smiling at me! I should smile back, shouldn't I? Dammit, why won't my face do what I'm telling it! I almost have to bite my lip as she slips into the seat next me, between myself and Professor Lockhart.
"Evening Mara, you look great!" she smiles. Human lips have never looked so desirable. Words seem to trip over my tongue as I try to reply.
"Wow, Ella, so do you. Just fabulous." I hope that came out right. She's smiling at me, so it must have had the right impact.
"Thank you" she's blushing. How adorable, she's blushing. "I wasn't sure what to wear….."
"Believe me babe, you made the right choice!" Oh my Gods, did I say that? How embarrassing! Is she going to hate me? She seems so…….refined. Will she freak out that I called her babe? Girls call each other that all the time, don't we? I'll just come over as friendly, right? The fates are against me this evening, before she can reply Dumbledore has risen from his seat to address the students. He gives his usual beginning of term pep-talk, then introduces the new professors.
"….I'm sure many of you will already know our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Gilderoy Lockhart…" - Much staring and applause – "….and I would like to present to you another new member of our ranks, Professor Hazell Valerian. She'll be teaching you Illusions. It's a new subject, but I think you'll like it." Ella looks nervous, but stands and makes a small bow. She's so beautiful. A few more minutes of waffle, and he announces the beginning of the feast. Trays and plates spring up from nowhere to cover the table…..it looks like a good spread this year. But nothing in front of me looks anywhere like as delicious as the witch sat beside me…….
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I'm loving writing this fic! I'll try and add new chapters as often as I can. Huge thanks and big hugs to everyone who's reviewed this so far! Feedback is very important to me, if you haven't left a review what are you waiting for? It doesn't take a minute and it'll make my day! Please? (