Snape awoke to silence the next day. He lay back in his bed amongst black satin colored pillows and a similar bed spread. His had his head resting under his clasped hands and he took in a deep breath of air and sighed it out.
This was normally the best part of his day. No whining, pathetic students bumbling up their potions and damaging his classroom. No constant lecturing the same material over and over. No grading papers until his eyes hurt and his arm cramped. No teachers. No owls or other stupid pests. It was just him, all alone in his quarters.
Or at least, it was supposed to be.
He couldn't help but be aware of the female presence that had taken up residence in his little apartment. Although he couldn't here her, he knew she was there, a room away, breathing up all his air and taking up space. It irked him to have to share. He valued his privacy above all things, and now that had been taken away from him.
No longer able to enjoy relaxing in his bed, he sat up and climbed to the floor. He pulled his black robe over his naked body and slipped his feet into his slippers. He personally thought slippers were ridiculous, but ever sense he'd been bought a pair for last Christmas, he wasn't with out. His room, being up so high in the tower, was rather cold, and he found that when his feet were warm, his whole body tended to follow suit.
He shuffled awkwardly across the floor to the door knob. He twisted it silently, hoping not to wake Natalie up. It was early still, and he had a chance of being able to sneak out of the room without her. He simply had to manage to take a quiet bath and dress, and then creep out the door. He could spend his extra half hour or so in the library. He was certain no one would be in there that early. He suspected he was the only early riser in the school, what with so many of his students notorious for running late.
His main living quarters were empty, and Natalie's door was shut. He stood still a moment and listened, and upon hearing nothing, turn and walked happily towards the bathroom. Well, he thought, this wasn't so bad. If he made it habit to rise before her, and maybe get in later at night, he'd hardly have to see her at all. Maybe if he got good, he could pretend she wasn't even there.
He tied the sash around his robe at the door to his private bathroom and pushed open the door. Suddenly, a huge yawn hit him and he stretched back closing his eyes and sucking in the air. He stopped halfway through when he heard the ripple of water. His eye's popped open and he stumble back.
"Oh, good morning professor," said a cool, throaty voice.
Sitting in his beautiful, antique style claw footed bath tub, with the water filled so high that the bubbly liquid was sloshing over the sides, was a very naked Natalie Blake. A thin film of porcelain white bubbles coated her olive colored skin, and her wet hair hung like a piece of black silk down her back. She was holding a rag near her color bones, which she twisted , sending a stream of steaming water cascading down her front.
Snape was at a loss.
He back up and threw his hands over his eyes.
"Natalie, might I ask what you are doing?" he growled.
"I would think that it wouldn't be hard to tell. I'm bathing."
"In MY bathtub?"
"Why? Do I have my own?" she asked sarcastically.
Snape threw down his hands in outrage and then snapped them up over his eyes again after getting another eyeful of the girls shinning, naked body.
"No, but you can't just use mine without asking."
He heard the water slosh and knew she was standing up now. His heart was pounding so fast that he couldn't count the beats.
"Well, I would have but I didn't want to wake you. But, I can assure you, if I'd known you were going to be such a tyrant about me trying to get clean, I wouldn't have been so considerate as to let you sleep!"
Snape didn't know what to say, so instead he reached blindly towards the rack where he kept his towels and tossed one at her. He didn't open his eyes until her felt he breeze by him. After that, he slammed the bathroom door shut and locked himself in. He waited until he heard his front door open and close, before coming out to find his house eerily empty.
"Good riddance," he said to himself, as he walked into his own living room, pretending to be glad that it was over with.
But deep down, he couldn't help but think that nothing that...well...interesting had happened in a long while.
This was normally the best part of his day. No whining, pathetic students bumbling up their potions and damaging his classroom. No constant lecturing the same material over and over. No grading papers until his eyes hurt and his arm cramped. No teachers. No owls or other stupid pests. It was just him, all alone in his quarters.
Or at least, it was supposed to be.
He couldn't help but be aware of the female presence that had taken up residence in his little apartment. Although he couldn't here her, he knew she was there, a room away, breathing up all his air and taking up space. It irked him to have to share. He valued his privacy above all things, and now that had been taken away from him.
No longer able to enjoy relaxing in his bed, he sat up and climbed to the floor. He pulled his black robe over his naked body and slipped his feet into his slippers. He personally thought slippers were ridiculous, but ever sense he'd been bought a pair for last Christmas, he wasn't with out. His room, being up so high in the tower, was rather cold, and he found that when his feet were warm, his whole body tended to follow suit.
He shuffled awkwardly across the floor to the door knob. He twisted it silently, hoping not to wake Natalie up. It was early still, and he had a chance of being able to sneak out of the room without her. He simply had to manage to take a quiet bath and dress, and then creep out the door. He could spend his extra half hour or so in the library. He was certain no one would be in there that early. He suspected he was the only early riser in the school, what with so many of his students notorious for running late.
His main living quarters were empty, and Natalie's door was shut. He stood still a moment and listened, and upon hearing nothing, turn and walked happily towards the bathroom. Well, he thought, this wasn't so bad. If he made it habit to rise before her, and maybe get in later at night, he'd hardly have to see her at all. Maybe if he got good, he could pretend she wasn't even there.
He tied the sash around his robe at the door to his private bathroom and pushed open the door. Suddenly, a huge yawn hit him and he stretched back closing his eyes and sucking in the air. He stopped halfway through when he heard the ripple of water. His eye's popped open and he stumble back.
"Oh, good morning professor," said a cool, throaty voice.
Sitting in his beautiful, antique style claw footed bath tub, with the water filled so high that the bubbly liquid was sloshing over the sides, was a very naked Natalie Blake. A thin film of porcelain white bubbles coated her olive colored skin, and her wet hair hung like a piece of black silk down her back. She was holding a rag near her color bones, which she twisted , sending a stream of steaming water cascading down her front.
Snape was at a loss.
He back up and threw his hands over his eyes.
"Natalie, might I ask what you are doing?" he growled.
"I would think that it wouldn't be hard to tell. I'm bathing."
"In MY bathtub?"
"Why? Do I have my own?" she asked sarcastically.
Snape threw down his hands in outrage and then snapped them up over his eyes again after getting another eyeful of the girls shinning, naked body.
"No, but you can't just use mine without asking."
He heard the water slosh and knew she was standing up now. His heart was pounding so fast that he couldn't count the beats.
"Well, I would have but I didn't want to wake you. But, I can assure you, if I'd known you were going to be such a tyrant about me trying to get clean, I wouldn't have been so considerate as to let you sleep!"
Snape didn't know what to say, so instead he reached blindly towards the rack where he kept his towels and tossed one at her. He didn't open his eyes until her felt he breeze by him. After that, he slammed the bathroom door shut and locked himself in. He waited until he heard his front door open and close, before coming out to find his house eerily empty.
"Good riddance," he said to himself, as he walked into his own living room, pretending to be glad that it was over with.
But deep down, he couldn't help but think that nothing that...well...interesting had happened in a long while.