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Becky was walking toward Severus' office at the end of the day, to congratulate him on his
act of kindness. She was really proud of his new attitude toward the Gryfinndors. Especially toward
the certain one, Neville Longbottom.
Becky reached his office door and knocked on it with a little tune in which the person on
the other side knocks twice after you. She did her knock and amazingly on the other side... their
were two respond knocks on a desk. Becky laughed lightly and walked in to find Severus hunched over
his desk correcting papers. He didn't even acknowledge her with a nod when she walked in. He just
kept his eyes glued to the paper he was grading. He made a big, red mark on the paper with his quill
wet with blood red ink while Becky walked up to his desk. He then grumbled under his breath something
about how his students would never understand the beauty of potions. Becky stifled a giggle and leaned
over the desk with her hands rested on the desk.
"Bonjour , mademoiselle," Severus rolled off his tongue, pulling his eyes from his work to feast
them upon the beautiful woman in front of him, that was amazingly his.
"Ah!" she replied giving him a look of pure impressment. "Practicing our French, aren't we?"
"Oui," he exclaimed as he stood up and walked over to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist
while she brought her hands up to the nape of his neck.
"Is the language all you know?" she asked flirtingly. "Or do you also know the French kiss?"
Severus smirked down at her grinning face. "Both, my love...both."
And without another word, Severus captured her lips in a passionate kiss. When they pulled
away, Becky commented him. "You learned well."
"Merci," he replied, smirking again. "And you, also, possess the same talent."
Becky smiled and leaned her head against his taut chest, while Severus put his face in her
beautifully smelling locks.. "I wanted to congratulate you," she said against his black robes, "on
your behavior in one of your classes today."
"Indeed?" he asked, voice muffled by her curly, blond hair. "Which class?"
Becky let out a deep laugh against his chest that tickled him. "Your 6th year Gryfinndors and
Slytherins."
"Ah, so you apparently heard of my unusual actions and merits by the students," he growled with
embarrassment.
"Yup!" she exclaimed with glee.
Severus then actually blushed for the first time. Becky reached up and touched the side of his
face gently. She leaned in and kissed him sweetly.
"I love you," she whispered.
Severus' eyes widened and Becky kissed him again.
She loves me, he thought, How could that be?
Becky was walking toward Severus' office at the end of the day, to congratulate him on his
act of kindness. She was really proud of his new attitude toward the Gryfinndors. Especially toward
the certain one, Neville Longbottom.
Becky reached his office door and knocked on it with a little tune in which the person on
the other side knocks twice after you. She did her knock and amazingly on the other side... their
were two respond knocks on a desk. Becky laughed lightly and walked in to find Severus hunched over
his desk correcting papers. He didn't even acknowledge her with a nod when she walked in. He just
kept his eyes glued to the paper he was grading. He made a big, red mark on the paper with his quill
wet with blood red ink while Becky walked up to his desk. He then grumbled under his breath something
about how his students would never understand the beauty of potions. Becky stifled a giggle and leaned
over the desk with her hands rested on the desk.
"Bonjour , mademoiselle," Severus rolled off his tongue, pulling his eyes from his work to feast
them upon the beautiful woman in front of him, that was amazingly his.
"Ah!" she replied giving him a look of pure impressment. "Practicing our French, aren't we?"
"Oui," he exclaimed as he stood up and walked over to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist
while she brought her hands up to the nape of his neck.
"Is the language all you know?" she asked flirtingly. "Or do you also know the French kiss?"
Severus smirked down at her grinning face. "Both, my love...both."
And without another word, Severus captured her lips in a passionate kiss. When they pulled
away, Becky commented him. "You learned well."
"Merci," he replied, smirking again. "And you, also, possess the same talent."
Becky smiled and leaned her head against his taut chest, while Severus put his face in her
beautifully smelling locks.. "I wanted to congratulate you," she said against his black robes, "on
your behavior in one of your classes today."
"Indeed?" he asked, voice muffled by her curly, blond hair. "Which class?"
Becky let out a deep laugh against his chest that tickled him. "Your 6th year Gryfinndors and
Slytherins."
"Ah, so you apparently heard of my unusual actions and merits by the students," he growled with
embarrassment.
"Yup!" she exclaimed with glee.
Severus then actually blushed for the first time. Becky reached up and touched the side of his
face gently. She leaned in and kissed him sweetly.
"I love you," she whispered.
Severus' eyes widened and Becky kissed him again.
She loves me, he thought, How could that be?