Disclaimer:
All things not Allosia and Gabriel belong to JKR.
No copyright infringement intended. No hope, no chance, no desire to make money off of this. Just playing, because, well, how can one not?
Once again, I elide over sex at the end of this, although this is another missing scene I'll eventually write, if only because I spent too much time in a meeting thinking about it today and it's worth sharing. Other missing chapters that will get written – the night after they get engaged (end of Ghosts), wedding night (maybe with a wedding fic, maybe not).
More first person stuff soon, and some background on why Lucius and Severus so despise each other.
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While toying with Lucius Malfoy for a good hour had been pleasing, it was hardly a complete or ultimately satisfying revenge. Afterall, Allosia had been at his mercy for a whole 24 hours, and the only person available to reign him in had been Draco. On the plus side, Snape knew what the public humiliation would do to the man.
He realized Crabbe and Draco would have to be dealt with, but at this unpleasant little display all conducted with Voldemort's approval and amusement it might be better to let them wait and worry. Plus, it was Draco who had informed Snape of this impending opportunity. For his part, he remained unsure as to whether that was at the Dark Lord's request or if the younger Malfoy was being inappropriately generous, yet again.
Lucius dealt with, what little business there was to be handled was conducted, and then Voldemort excused himself. Snape did not want to think to what other activities.
He looked down at Lucius, still lying on the floor, finding his breath. Snape couldn't help himself, and lightly raised his foot to place his boot for a moment on the man's throat. Lucius made some vague and halfhearted attempted to spit at him.
"Don't tempt me," Snape said harshly. "And don't ever, ever touch what's mine again. I've little enough and am covetous enough that it will not be over looked. Next time I will not ask permission to have my vengence."
"I hope you care for your father as expertly as you did my wife," Snape snapped at Draco then, before apparating back to the Forbidden Forest.
The assemblage was more than relieved to see him go. Draco, for his part, shifted his gaze from his father to light himself a cigarette. He thought Snape's display had been most entertaining.
Entering the rooms he shared with Allosia and still feeling wound up from his little dance with Lucius Malfoy, Snape smiled and relaxed slightly at the sight of her asleep in a chair by the fire.
He closed the door more quietly than he normally would have then, and glided over to her, kneeling by her chair. He whispered her name several times until she came around and looked at him through her sleep.
"Hey," she said, reaching for him and then hesitating to touch.
"It's alright. Nothing, unacceptable, occurred." He said stiffly, pausing between each word.
Internally she winced at the word choice, and all it conveyed by omission, but she was too tired for it to show on her face. She let herself continue the gesture then, brushing her hand lightly across the side of his face, the particular texture of him so familiar to her.
"What happened?" she asked
He smiled then, slyly, and with great show removed the watch she had gifted him with from his wrist. He held it out to her then. "If you wish," he said encouragingly.
"Your revenge I take it?"
"Yes. Not nearly what was deserved, I might add. But it's there, if you'd like to know."
"What a way to test this thing out," she said grimly, fidgeting with the piece.
As he walked to the bathroom to bathe, she fastened the watch around her own wrist.
"How did things go with Miss Petri?" he asked her from the doorway.
"Gabriel's sleeping," she said, trying to quiet him. "I'll tell you all about it when you get out."
He nodded, and shut the door behind him. Allosia cast her fingers counter clockwise over the watch face and was forcibly pulled into a daydream.
This was most definitely not like a pensieve, she thought, although the concept was similar. Instead of being in the action, or watching it clearly in a contained space, these were clear images, impressed upon her mind's eye with the sharp feeling of someone riding her, the way spirits do in possession. Eyes told her where to look, and breathing, breathing told her what to feel.
The perspective of the images seemed odd to her, until she remembered that, of course, Snape was both taller and more long limbed than herself. The world from this height, intoxicating, but then she realized part of that was he and his mood. Power has a particular taste.
Snape exited the bathroom and watched her carefully. Glassy eyed and silent, she was unaware of him standing in the doorway. Occasionally she would breath softly, or a smile would creep up her face. Finally, she came back to herself, with a shake of her head.
"How was it?" he asked, lasciviously.
She shuddered. "I forget what you're like," she said. Her voice was not friendly.
"What's wrong?"
"You enjoyed that."
He nodded his head in acquiescence. "Your point?"
"It's unsettling."
"Is it any different from your interrogations?" he asked gently.
"I don't hurt them."
"The nature of the pleasure though?"
"I suppose. It's just –" she paused and stood then, walking past him to the bathroom, "it's too close to how you are with me, how I am with you," she said softly unwilling to meet his eye.
"No, Allosia. I admit, it's close to the nature of some of the pleasure I take from sex, but I feel no awe of Lucius."
She smiled, but was clearly still uncomfortable. "I think I need to bathe too," she said and closed the door.
Snape sighed heavily, and waited until he heard the water turn on, before following her.
Allosia was standing in the water, not moving, just enjoying the heat.
He put the toilet lid down, and sat. "So tell me about Miss Petri," he said, hoping the topic change would be effective.
"Well, we came up here."
He cut her off, amused. "Really?"
"Gabriel needed to go to bed, and I thought if I showed the girl some trust she might respond in kind."
"Go on."
"I made her talk through all her options. None of which satisfy her of course."
"Of course."
"And she eventually said that she was narrowing in on a solution. I expect she'll let you know the ramifications of that in the next day or two."
"She didn't tell you?"
"Considering you don't want the situation going beyond your House I figured it would be best if we didn't have to know any of the specifics."
He nodded. "Thank you."
"I think your quidditch team is reasonably safe, although she may miss a few practices."
Snape nodded. "Julien then too." His relief was evident.
"Yes, I don't think she has a serious interest in either of the boys."
Snape nodded. "Unsurprising," he said, standing and removing his robe before climbing into the shower with her.
"Hello," she said, smiling, her mood having improved.
"Do you really think I'd so much as contemplate doing anything like this with Lucius?" he asked sarcastically, his hair dripping water into her face.
"I don't know, you've never told me what that particular grudge match is about."
He captured her mouth with his then, stalling, if not ending that particular conversation.
All things not Allosia and Gabriel belong to JKR.
No copyright infringement intended. No hope, no chance, no desire to make money off of this. Just playing, because, well, how can one not?
Once again, I elide over sex at the end of this, although this is another missing scene I'll eventually write, if only because I spent too much time in a meeting thinking about it today and it's worth sharing. Other missing chapters that will get written – the night after they get engaged (end of Ghosts), wedding night (maybe with a wedding fic, maybe not).
More first person stuff soon, and some background on why Lucius and Severus so despise each other.
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While toying with Lucius Malfoy for a good hour had been pleasing, it was hardly a complete or ultimately satisfying revenge. Afterall, Allosia had been at his mercy for a whole 24 hours, and the only person available to reign him in had been Draco. On the plus side, Snape knew what the public humiliation would do to the man.
He realized Crabbe and Draco would have to be dealt with, but at this unpleasant little display all conducted with Voldemort's approval and amusement it might be better to let them wait and worry. Plus, it was Draco who had informed Snape of this impending opportunity. For his part, he remained unsure as to whether that was at the Dark Lord's request or if the younger Malfoy was being inappropriately generous, yet again.
Lucius dealt with, what little business there was to be handled was conducted, and then Voldemort excused himself. Snape did not want to think to what other activities.
He looked down at Lucius, still lying on the floor, finding his breath. Snape couldn't help himself, and lightly raised his foot to place his boot for a moment on the man's throat. Lucius made some vague and halfhearted attempted to spit at him.
"Don't tempt me," Snape said harshly. "And don't ever, ever touch what's mine again. I've little enough and am covetous enough that it will not be over looked. Next time I will not ask permission to have my vengence."
"I hope you care for your father as expertly as you did my wife," Snape snapped at Draco then, before apparating back to the Forbidden Forest.
The assemblage was more than relieved to see him go. Draco, for his part, shifted his gaze from his father to light himself a cigarette. He thought Snape's display had been most entertaining.
Entering the rooms he shared with Allosia and still feeling wound up from his little dance with Lucius Malfoy, Snape smiled and relaxed slightly at the sight of her asleep in a chair by the fire.
He closed the door more quietly than he normally would have then, and glided over to her, kneeling by her chair. He whispered her name several times until she came around and looked at him through her sleep.
"Hey," she said, reaching for him and then hesitating to touch.
"It's alright. Nothing, unacceptable, occurred." He said stiffly, pausing between each word.
Internally she winced at the word choice, and all it conveyed by omission, but she was too tired for it to show on her face. She let herself continue the gesture then, brushing her hand lightly across the side of his face, the particular texture of him so familiar to her.
"What happened?" she asked
He smiled then, slyly, and with great show removed the watch she had gifted him with from his wrist. He held it out to her then. "If you wish," he said encouragingly.
"Your revenge I take it?"
"Yes. Not nearly what was deserved, I might add. But it's there, if you'd like to know."
"What a way to test this thing out," she said grimly, fidgeting with the piece.
As he walked to the bathroom to bathe, she fastened the watch around her own wrist.
"How did things go with Miss Petri?" he asked her from the doorway.
"Gabriel's sleeping," she said, trying to quiet him. "I'll tell you all about it when you get out."
He nodded, and shut the door behind him. Allosia cast her fingers counter clockwise over the watch face and was forcibly pulled into a daydream.
This was most definitely not like a pensieve, she thought, although the concept was similar. Instead of being in the action, or watching it clearly in a contained space, these were clear images, impressed upon her mind's eye with the sharp feeling of someone riding her, the way spirits do in possession. Eyes told her where to look, and breathing, breathing told her what to feel.
The perspective of the images seemed odd to her, until she remembered that, of course, Snape was both taller and more long limbed than herself. The world from this height, intoxicating, but then she realized part of that was he and his mood. Power has a particular taste.
Snape exited the bathroom and watched her carefully. Glassy eyed and silent, she was unaware of him standing in the doorway. Occasionally she would breath softly, or a smile would creep up her face. Finally, she came back to herself, with a shake of her head.
"How was it?" he asked, lasciviously.
She shuddered. "I forget what you're like," she said. Her voice was not friendly.
"What's wrong?"
"You enjoyed that."
He nodded his head in acquiescence. "Your point?"
"It's unsettling."
"Is it any different from your interrogations?" he asked gently.
"I don't hurt them."
"The nature of the pleasure though?"
"I suppose. It's just –" she paused and stood then, walking past him to the bathroom, "it's too close to how you are with me, how I am with you," she said softly unwilling to meet his eye.
"No, Allosia. I admit, it's close to the nature of some of the pleasure I take from sex, but I feel no awe of Lucius."
She smiled, but was clearly still uncomfortable. "I think I need to bathe too," she said and closed the door.
Snape sighed heavily, and waited until he heard the water turn on, before following her.
Allosia was standing in the water, not moving, just enjoying the heat.
He put the toilet lid down, and sat. "So tell me about Miss Petri," he said, hoping the topic change would be effective.
"Well, we came up here."
He cut her off, amused. "Really?"
"Gabriel needed to go to bed, and I thought if I showed the girl some trust she might respond in kind."
"Go on."
"I made her talk through all her options. None of which satisfy her of course."
"Of course."
"And she eventually said that she was narrowing in on a solution. I expect she'll let you know the ramifications of that in the next day or two."
"She didn't tell you?"
"Considering you don't want the situation going beyond your House I figured it would be best if we didn't have to know any of the specifics."
He nodded. "Thank you."
"I think your quidditch team is reasonably safe, although she may miss a few practices."
Snape nodded. "Julien then too." His relief was evident.
"Yes, I don't think she has a serious interest in either of the boys."
Snape nodded. "Unsurprising," he said, standing and removing his robe before climbing into the shower with her.
"Hello," she said, smiling, her mood having improved.
"Do you really think I'd so much as contemplate doing anything like this with Lucius?" he asked sarcastically, his hair dripping water into her face.
"I don't know, you've never told me what that particular grudge match is about."
He captured her mouth with his then, stalling, if not ending that particular conversation.