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It's JKR's world, I just play in it.
More fluff and setting up the scene…..
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"I need a nap," Snape declared acidly, flinging himself on the bed.
"Me too!" Gabriel said, trying to find his way out of Allosia's arms.
Snape gave her a pleading look.
"Why don't we go see what your room looks like?" she said to Gabriel, leading him out of the main room. Behind her she heard Snape give a sigh of relief.
"Now," she said, sitting beside him on the bed, "what's bothering you?"
"What's Gabriel doing?"
"I put a sleeping charm on him."
"You never do that."
Allosia shrugged and started rubbing her hand absently on his back in circles. "So what's the big issue?"
He muttered and buried his face in a pillow.
"Severus?"
"It seems," he grated out slowly, not turning to look at her, "that I was absent minded enough to forget that everyone either of us has ever known will be at this thing."
"Well, I don't think that's entirely true, but why is that so bad?"
"Right, I forgot, everyone except for the dead people."
Allosia sighed, starting to see the direction this was going to take.
He rolled onto his back then and looked up at her. "I don't like being reminded of the man I was. I like less your being reminded of it. Durefhan," he sighed, beginning again "Durefhan put up with sharing a student flat with me in the middle of the bad old days. I'm sure he suspected, my allegiances, and was as much of a friend as I'd let him be anyway. That is a debt, one I am discomforted by and hardly the only one I am likely to be reminded of while we are here."
"He seems sweet," Allosia said, deflecting Snape's typical Slytherin rendering of accounts.
Her husband snorted. "I assure you, he's perfectly insane."
"So who else from your past is going to be here?"
"Koureha," he said with a groan, passing a hand over his face.
"Who's he?"
"She," he said looking at her pointedly, "is a very, hrmmm," he drummed his fingers on his lips searching for the right word, "willful witch I met in Japan some summers ago. I apologize in advance for everything she says to either of us."
Allosia arched an eyebrow at him.
"Whatever you're thinking is probably correct."
Allosia pursed her lips and then smiled.
"Please have the decency to enjoy my discomfort a little less?"
"Why?" she asked, voice taking on a predatory tone.
"Because I do, actually, really, need a nap?"
"Do you?" she asked, climbing on top of him and folding her arms across his chest.
"Yes," he said, raising his head to kiss her.
She pulled her head out of the way and chuckled.
"There'll be none of that, Miss Hemrand," he said and growled, wrapping his arms around her and rolling them onto their sides.
"No?" she asked, coyly.
"No," he said, and began to kiss her.
It's JKR's world, I just play in it.
More fluff and setting up the scene…..
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"I need a nap," Snape declared acidly, flinging himself on the bed.
"Me too!" Gabriel said, trying to find his way out of Allosia's arms.
Snape gave her a pleading look.
"Why don't we go see what your room looks like?" she said to Gabriel, leading him out of the main room. Behind her she heard Snape give a sigh of relief.
"Now," she said, sitting beside him on the bed, "what's bothering you?"
"What's Gabriel doing?"
"I put a sleeping charm on him."
"You never do that."
Allosia shrugged and started rubbing her hand absently on his back in circles. "So what's the big issue?"
He muttered and buried his face in a pillow.
"Severus?"
"It seems," he grated out slowly, not turning to look at her, "that I was absent minded enough to forget that everyone either of us has ever known will be at this thing."
"Well, I don't think that's entirely true, but why is that so bad?"
"Right, I forgot, everyone except for the dead people."
Allosia sighed, starting to see the direction this was going to take.
He rolled onto his back then and looked up at her. "I don't like being reminded of the man I was. I like less your being reminded of it. Durefhan," he sighed, beginning again "Durefhan put up with sharing a student flat with me in the middle of the bad old days. I'm sure he suspected, my allegiances, and was as much of a friend as I'd let him be anyway. That is a debt, one I am discomforted by and hardly the only one I am likely to be reminded of while we are here."
"He seems sweet," Allosia said, deflecting Snape's typical Slytherin rendering of accounts.
Her husband snorted. "I assure you, he's perfectly insane."
"So who else from your past is going to be here?"
"Koureha," he said with a groan, passing a hand over his face.
"Who's he?"
"She," he said looking at her pointedly, "is a very, hrmmm," he drummed his fingers on his lips searching for the right word, "willful witch I met in Japan some summers ago. I apologize in advance for everything she says to either of us."
Allosia arched an eyebrow at him.
"Whatever you're thinking is probably correct."
Allosia pursed her lips and then smiled.
"Please have the decency to enjoy my discomfort a little less?"
"Why?" she asked, voice taking on a predatory tone.
"Because I do, actually, really, need a nap?"
"Do you?" she asked, climbing on top of him and folding her arms across his chest.
"Yes," he said, raising his head to kiss her.
She pulled her head out of the way and chuckled.
"There'll be none of that, Miss Hemrand," he said and growled, wrapping his arms around her and rolling them onto their sides.
"No?" she asked, coyly.
"No," he said, and began to kiss her.