1 Silent Reflections - Jason's Thoughts
Disclaimer: How many times do I have to say I own nothing but Patricia to satisfy the lawyers?
AN: You know, it's getting pretty bad when I, the author of this thing, don't know with whom my sympathies lie. I used to like Patricia! I used to feel sorry for her! I wasn't originally going to do this, but after reading the reviews, I decided to. It was more difficult than the other two, but I think it came out not too badly. This chapter takes place at the same time that the previous two chapters take place at.
*What do lemon drops have to do with sex?* Jason thought while he watched his beautiful, less-than-faithful wife continue to laugh hysterically at what Dumbledore had said. That girl was too over-sexed. It was no wonder she had used Snape to get a lay every night. He had actually been quite surprised that it had taken so long for her to sleep with the slimy git. When he replied, he said she could continue to 'see' him because he loved her enough to let her do what she wanted. Now he just didn't care. It hurt too much to think about his wife with Severus Snape. But what was he supposed to do? Tell her to leave him and marry her toy? No, when it came right down to it, Jason had to admit that he still loved her with all his heart. The stupidest part about the whole situation was the fact that he knew the *real* reason Sirius Black broke up with her. And yet, he had still married her. He had believed her when she told him she would never cheat on him. He had fallen for her lies hook line and sinker, to use a Muggle phrase.
In a last ditch attempt to cause those beautiful eyes to look at him once again the way they had looked at Snape in the Hall, he caught her mouth in a kiss with a passion that surprised him. He felt her body respond to his, and was overcome with a sudden need to take her. He squelched that initial response and treated her gently and lovingly. He also found himself hoping that *he* would leave well enough alone. Unpleasant things had a tendency to happen when the Dark Lord took over.
Jason asked without words if he could have her, and Patricia gave. She actually gave more willingly than she had ever done, and he entertained the idea that she wasn't going to go to Snape's bed as well later in the night. He felt a surge of hatred for the second time in one night; this time most of it was his own though. He supposed it wasn't entirely Patricia's fault... Snape didn't *have* to comfort her. He decided that Snape was the real reason Voldemort's offer had sounded so good. Revenge on Snape... who wouldn't want that? Of course, he *could* have asked her to go with him. She would have, but she had an uncanny ability to get herself into trouble, and he didn't want to have her get herself killed.
What did she see in that greasy haired bastard? It was easy to see why Snape was in love with Patricia; who wouldn't love those black eyes that glinted like black fire when she was angry? That raven black hair that would be forever tipped with red after a drunken hair-dying attempt with magic when she turned 25; her fiercely dangerous personality... He shivered in anticipation as she ran her fingers through his hair (he had gotten rid of that bloody turban as soon as they had left the Hall. It now lay in a pile by the door) and was making his way down her body with his mouth when he suddenly knew.
*Oh bloody hell* he thought *why now?* He felt the Dark Lord take over, and whispered "I'm sorry" into her hair before he lost total control over his body and mind. Later, when *he* left Jason alone for a while, he would remember what happened and hate himself for it, knowing he probably lost Patricia for good because of it. *He* had taken without asking, and as Patricia felt the change in her bed partner and became more and more unresponsive, what took place could only be categorized as rape.
* * *
She wasn't asleep yet. Good, he could continue to drive her to that traitorous teacher down in the dungeons.
* * *
*Go to sleep Pat!* the part of his mind that Jason still had under control thought frantically. *Believe me, you're going to regret not sleeping. Please hon, just go to sleep!* He knew it was useless; she would be thinking about what had just taken place. *He* pounced on Jason's fear she would go running to Snape any minute now. He felt his body's breathing return to normal. Beside him, Patricia turned over and he heard a sigh escape her. That's when he lost the last bit of control he had.
* * *
He allowed her to think he was asleep. Stupid woman. She could have been a powerful ally as well; Unfortunately, her sense of so-called "good and evil" was drilled too deep into the core of her entire personality to be changed.
"Yes, my Lord," he said to Lord Voldemort. "Of course I will get rid of him." Snape had to go. But when? He couldn't just off the bastard at the start of the school year. Ah yes... when he found *it* he would kill him.
"The woman too" why did he have that feeling of regret when he said that? Of course that black haired, nosy, unfaithful bitch had to go.
"I am truly sorry my Lord" would Voldemort ever forgive him for the botched robbery of Gringotts? It wasn't his fault it had been gone already... but those thoughts were better left hidden.
"The boy will not be a problem" Yes, Potter would probably get in the way at least once. Just like his father, that one.
He felt the woman get out of bed and leave the room.
* * *
*Patricia! No!*
* * *
Quirrell opened his eyes as the door shut. That had gone better than hoped for. She had run like a scared rabbit. He briefly wondered why he had done that, and experienced a short moment of pain. It was quickly gone, with the Dark Lord in possession of the DADA teacher once again...
Disclaimer: How many times do I have to say I own nothing but Patricia to satisfy the lawyers?
AN: You know, it's getting pretty bad when I, the author of this thing, don't know with whom my sympathies lie. I used to like Patricia! I used to feel sorry for her! I wasn't originally going to do this, but after reading the reviews, I decided to. It was more difficult than the other two, but I think it came out not too badly. This chapter takes place at the same time that the previous two chapters take place at.
*What do lemon drops have to do with sex?* Jason thought while he watched his beautiful, less-than-faithful wife continue to laugh hysterically at what Dumbledore had said. That girl was too over-sexed. It was no wonder she had used Snape to get a lay every night. He had actually been quite surprised that it had taken so long for her to sleep with the slimy git. When he replied, he said she could continue to 'see' him because he loved her enough to let her do what she wanted. Now he just didn't care. It hurt too much to think about his wife with Severus Snape. But what was he supposed to do? Tell her to leave him and marry her toy? No, when it came right down to it, Jason had to admit that he still loved her with all his heart. The stupidest part about the whole situation was the fact that he knew the *real* reason Sirius Black broke up with her. And yet, he had still married her. He had believed her when she told him she would never cheat on him. He had fallen for her lies hook line and sinker, to use a Muggle phrase.
In a last ditch attempt to cause those beautiful eyes to look at him once again the way they had looked at Snape in the Hall, he caught her mouth in a kiss with a passion that surprised him. He felt her body respond to his, and was overcome with a sudden need to take her. He squelched that initial response and treated her gently and lovingly. He also found himself hoping that *he* would leave well enough alone. Unpleasant things had a tendency to happen when the Dark Lord took over.
Jason asked without words if he could have her, and Patricia gave. She actually gave more willingly than she had ever done, and he entertained the idea that she wasn't going to go to Snape's bed as well later in the night. He felt a surge of hatred for the second time in one night; this time most of it was his own though. He supposed it wasn't entirely Patricia's fault... Snape didn't *have* to comfort her. He decided that Snape was the real reason Voldemort's offer had sounded so good. Revenge on Snape... who wouldn't want that? Of course, he *could* have asked her to go with him. She would have, but she had an uncanny ability to get herself into trouble, and he didn't want to have her get herself killed.
What did she see in that greasy haired bastard? It was easy to see why Snape was in love with Patricia; who wouldn't love those black eyes that glinted like black fire when she was angry? That raven black hair that would be forever tipped with red after a drunken hair-dying attempt with magic when she turned 25; her fiercely dangerous personality... He shivered in anticipation as she ran her fingers through his hair (he had gotten rid of that bloody turban as soon as they had left the Hall. It now lay in a pile by the door) and was making his way down her body with his mouth when he suddenly knew.
*Oh bloody hell* he thought *why now?* He felt the Dark Lord take over, and whispered "I'm sorry" into her hair before he lost total control over his body and mind. Later, when *he* left Jason alone for a while, he would remember what happened and hate himself for it, knowing he probably lost Patricia for good because of it. *He* had taken without asking, and as Patricia felt the change in her bed partner and became more and more unresponsive, what took place could only be categorized as rape.
* * *
She wasn't asleep yet. Good, he could continue to drive her to that traitorous teacher down in the dungeons.
* * *
*Go to sleep Pat!* the part of his mind that Jason still had under control thought frantically. *Believe me, you're going to regret not sleeping. Please hon, just go to sleep!* He knew it was useless; she would be thinking about what had just taken place. *He* pounced on Jason's fear she would go running to Snape any minute now. He felt his body's breathing return to normal. Beside him, Patricia turned over and he heard a sigh escape her. That's when he lost the last bit of control he had.
* * *
He allowed her to think he was asleep. Stupid woman. She could have been a powerful ally as well; Unfortunately, her sense of so-called "good and evil" was drilled too deep into the core of her entire personality to be changed.
"Yes, my Lord," he said to Lord Voldemort. "Of course I will get rid of him." Snape had to go. But when? He couldn't just off the bastard at the start of the school year. Ah yes... when he found *it* he would kill him.
"The woman too" why did he have that feeling of regret when he said that? Of course that black haired, nosy, unfaithful bitch had to go.
"I am truly sorry my Lord" would Voldemort ever forgive him for the botched robbery of Gringotts? It wasn't his fault it had been gone already... but those thoughts were better left hidden.
"The boy will not be a problem" Yes, Potter would probably get in the way at least once. Just like his father, that one.
He felt the woman get out of bed and leave the room.
* * *
*Patricia! No!*
* * *
Quirrell opened his eyes as the door shut. That had gone better than hoped for. She had run like a scared rabbit. He briefly wondered why he had done that, and experienced a short moment of pain. It was quickly gone, with the Dark Lord in possession of the DADA teacher once again...
