A/N: I know I haven't updated this in a while, but I think I am back on track. I will also have to up the rating as the story looks like is gonna get steamier (Yes, Tessie, I'm going to post the Snaperotica chapter, you should be happy now). Should I post it as a separate fic so I don't have to up the rating of this story too much or as its own separate chapter so you can skip it if you want? Please let me know.
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And now, the story.
Bill and Ted's Holiday Adventure
Part FiveWell, this was an awkward moment indeed. Bill even looked different... nervous even.
Tedira smiled at him, "Come in!"
Bill gave her a quick peck on the lips, and avoiding her eyes, he started, "Ted, I..."
He was suddenly interrupted by Mrs. Anwyl, "Bill! How are you? Haven't seen you in a long time. I knew you were going to get here as soon as you found that Ted was staying here."
Giving Mrs. Anwyl a nervous laugh, he replied, "You are right, Mrs. Anwyl. I guess you know us too well." Looking at Tedira once more he said quietly, "Can I talk to you?"
Tedira gave him a puzzled look, "What is it? Is something wrong?"
Bill was shuffling, his nerves on end. How was he going to tell her? She was going to hate him for the rest of her life. Feeling his resolve once more, he took a deep breath and looked at her directly to her eyes.
On their way to town, a group of teenagers were busy joking and bantering while trying to know more about the two new girls.
Fred asked, "So, in what year are you?"
Carrie smiled and said, "We are on our seventh year, and you?"
Fred smiled and answered while pointing out the members of their little group, "Well, we are in Seventh year as well. Harry, Hermione and ickle Ronnikins are on Fifth year, and little Ginny is in Fourth."
A cloaked figure walked along the street, stopping suddenly as the group of youngsters was closing in. Fearing discovery, she hastily retreated to the shadows, only a lock of silver hair preventing total concealment.
Bill looked at Tedira directly to her eyes. "Would you walk with me to town? We need to talk."
Getting her cloak and gloves, Tedira followed Bill outside the house.
She kept looking for a familiar figure to come her way. Where was he? He said he would be here ten minutes ago. Her previous encounter was too close for comfort. A movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention.
Recognizing one of the two figures walking in her direction, she started running towards her beloved, putting her arms around his neck and trailing kisses across his face. "Bill! I zought you ere not coming! You ad me worried sick!"
Tedira stopped dead in her tracks as a cloaked figure came upon Bill, noticing it was a stunning blonde girl giving him kisses along the way. Crossing her arms in front of her, she arched an eyebrow. "Bill?"
As if realizing they were not alone, the blonde separated from Bill, not before possessively putting her arms around his waist. Bill cleared his throat.
"Ted, this is what I wanted to tell you. What we did was a mistake; we got caught up in the moment. We both know we are just friends, nothing more. I met Fleur at work after I returned from Hogwarts and I fell in love with her. I know you must be mad at me right now, but you know what I said is true."
Noticing that Tedira was not giving any response at all, he furrowed his brows. "Ted, Ted?"
Tedira just kept looking between Fleur and Bill, still in shock processing Bill's words. Her mind had gone numb after Bill said that they were a mistake. She needed to get away, and fast. Pushing away the tears that were trying to come out, she managed to remain composed. "Congratulations are in order then. I hope you two will be happy."
Tedira turned around and got away from them as fast as she could. She would not let them see her cry. She wondered around town, not knowing where to go. Well, not really. She knew where she wanted to be at that moment, so she apparated to Hogsmeade and walked to Hogwarts.
Severus Snape was sitting comfortably on a chair in front of his fireplace; book in hand. His intention was to read, enjoying the respite from students until the beginning of term, but Tedira plagued his thoughts throwing his concentration away.
His thoughts kept returning to the incident with the mistletoe. What was he thinking? Although he didn't regret that kiss, he knew they had to talk about it when they saw each other. So absorbed was in his thoughts, he was startled by the sound of knocking on his door.
A frown crossing his face, he went to the door ready to tell whomever it was to get lost, and opened it. To his surprise, the object of his thoughts was there in front of him, crying.
Tedira felt relief as the door opened, her tears flowing freely. Seeing his worried expression, she put her arms around his waist, and burying her face in his chest, she started sobbing uncontrollably.
Not knowing what else to do, Severus put his arms around her, getting alarmed as she started crying even harder than before. Taking her face in his arms, he tried to wipe her tears unsuccessfully, tilting her chin to face him. "What happened?"
Looking at his face, tears flowing through her cheeks, she took a deep breath, "You were right about Bill, Severus. He never cared for me at all beyond friendship, that is."
Severus felt a pang of guilt as Tedira's words made him want to jump in joy. He knew what he had felt when they kissed and he was determined to do something about it. Wrapping his arms around her he took her inside his chambers, closing the door behind them. "Now tell me what happened from the beginning."
None of them noticed the figure that was observing from the shadows, a smile in his lips and a brighter than usual twinkle in his eyes.