Disclaimer: All characters belong to JKR except Cleo. The plot is all mine, though.
A/N: I know you all hate me after that last chapter, but the plot bunnies were demanding I put a little bit of the old Sev back again, and they can be quite vicious! So there!
Chapter 7 - That Old Black Magic
Hermione dragged herself down to the dungeons later that afternoon. Eyes gritty from the tears she'd shed, she surveyed the chaos that was -had been - their bathroom. The air was filled with the scent of her shampoo, the familiar mixture of herbs and musk, and her eyes started to fill again.
A throat cleared behind her, and she whirled around, hope filling her eyes at the thought of seeing him, but it faded as she saw Albus and Minerva there.
"Have you seen him?" she asked.
"No. He sent this to me this morning." Albus waved a piece of parchment.
"Where is he?"
"He'll be back on the 1st, in time for the Sorting." Was all he said. He stepped back to allow Minerva to come forward. She enfolded Hermione in her arms.
"I'm sorry, my dear. He's asked that you move your things back to Gryffindor tower." She said gently. Hermione pulled away.
"That's it? He's kicking me out?" her lip trembled
"He didn't say much in his note. I gather you've had an argument?"
"I told him about Cleo, or rather, I showed him. He just...left." She was bewildered. "I thought he'd be down here, so I gave him a chance to cool off before following him. What am I going to do?"
"Let him calm down a bit. He'll come round." Minerva soothed.
"Does it say where he's gone?"
"No. But it might be wise if you did as he asks. I'll arrange for a suite of rooms to be available for you, near the Head Girl's rooms. I'm sure Miss Weasley will be happy to see you."
"Ginny?"
"Yes. Albus sent her a letter inviting her to take up the position of Head Girl last week. She has accepted."
"I didn't know."
"Come along, Hermione. I'll help you pack."
~~~
The Hogwarts Express was packed with excited children. The new seventh years were playing it cool, relaxing and chatting together. But underneath was the exciting news that Potions classes were going to get easier this year.
No more greasy git Snape, not with the amount of sex he'd been getting lately. Not that they knew any details, but it was common knowledge that Hermione Granger had moved in with him. A middle-aged man with a young teenager? It was stuff that fantasies were made of; at least it was the sincere hope that it would happen to the boys when they reached Snape's age.
Ginny smiled to herself. It would be good to see Hermione, and the effect she had on Snape. She remembered the look in her eyes when she'd talked about 'Severus'. It was going to be a doddle this year; Hermione would be keeping him occupied so there was less chance of him catching anyone being out of his or her dorms after hours.
~~~
"First years, this way. We will now be going to the great hall for you to be Sorted into your Houses." McGonegall was at the top of the steps as usual, and Ginny watched as the nervous first years trooped in. It was strange not to have Harry and Ron there, but at last she was in no-one's shadow. She was Head Girl.
Colin Creevey nudged her and they walked into the hall. Head Boy and Head Girl were obliged to sit at the top table with the teachers, and Ginny scanned the room for Hermione and Snape. As she made her way up there, she frowned. Hermione was nowhere to be seen, and Snape...well...he looked like he hadn't slept in a week, or eaten either. He didn't look as if anything had changed at all. He was scowling and generally acting like he had a broom stuck up his arse. The other teachers had edged away from him and there were empty chairs on either side of him.
After the Sorting feast, he stood up and commanded the new Slytherins to follow him. They had to run to keep up with this tall, frightening figure. They cast scared glances at each other. Hadn't they been told he'd mellowed over the summer?
Ginny was drawn aside by Professor McGonegall after the feast, and led to her new rooms. She indicated that Ginny sit down, and then sat down herself.
"Miss Weasley, what I am about to tell you is confidential, and will go no further than this room, do you understand?"
"Yes, Professor. Is this about Hermione?"
"Yes, I'm afraid it is. Two days ago there was an unfortunate misunderstanding between her and Professor Snape. She has been moved to rooms next door to your own."
"They're not together anymore?"
"Unfortunately not."
"Shit!"
"My sentiments exactly." Ginny was surprised to see Minerva's eyes twinkle at her profanity.
"Can I do anything?"
"You can support her, my dear. She has rather fallen apart a little."
"Was he that pissed..er..angry about Cleo?"
"You know?"
"She told me about it, yes. She was worried about what he might say."
"It's not what he said, but what he did."
"If he's hurt her in any way..."
"Not physically. He's shut her out. He won't speak to her, or look at her. She's tried to apologise, but he's acting like she doesn't exist."
"That bastard!" Ginny was fuming.
"Don't be too harsh. He's hurting just as much as she is."
"That's no excuse!"
"Headmaster Dumbledore is trying to get through to him, and all we can do is hope he comes to his senses. I want you to try and help Hermione."
"I'll do my best, Professor."
"Thank you, Ginny. Hermione is next door. I'll let you see if she's all right."
~~~
"Hermione?" Ginny knocked softly on the door and received a muffled reply. She opened the door to see a huddled figure curled up in a chair by a blazing fire. It wasn't that cold, but Hermione had a quilt wrapped round her and she had dark hollows under her eyes.
"Are you OK? Forget I said that, I can see you're not. Oh, Hermione." Ginny gathered her best friend into her arms and let her cry. Eventually, she coaxed the full story from her from the time she'd moved her things from the dungeons to now.
~~~
Two days she'd worried about him. McGonegall had helped her pack all her things, and cleaned the bathroom of the mess in there. Then she'd sat and waited for him. And waited.
Hermione had been waiting in his rooms when he arrived by floo earlier that afternoon. He'd stared at her and then thrown his bag into the bedroom, turning away from her.
"I thought I asked you to move out."
"You asked Albus to move me out. I want to know why."
"I'm tired of you." He sneered.
"You're lying." She felt quite brave.
"Am I?" he hissed. He moved closer to her and she smelt the fire whisky on his breath.
"Yes. I know you."
"No, you don't. Just as I don't know you. Get out."
"Please, Severus. Let me.." she placed a hand on his arm and he shook her off violently.
"Don't. Touch. Me."
"Please..."
"GET OUT!" he shouted, glaring at her with hatred in his eyes, and she ran out, sobbing. She heard a glass shatter as she slammed the door. She'd holed up in her room, shivering. She couldn't bear to watch the Sorting and see him glaring at her again.
~~~
"He hates me, Ginny. What am I going to do?" she wailed.
"I don't know, 'Mione. Has Dumbledore any idea why he's acting like this?"
"Minerva said Severus has sealed his fireplace. If Albus wants to see him he either has to go down there or owl him."
"Taking this a bit hard, isn't he? It's not as if it's any of your fault, anyway."
"I lied to him, Ginny."
"Don't you dare blame yourself!"
"I can't help it. If I'd told him in the beginning this would never have happened."
"Come on, 'Mione. Let's get you to bed. You'll feel a lot better in the morning. And luckily you don't have classes to go to."
"I wish I did." Hermione allowed Ginny to help her get undressed. She felt very old and tired now.
Ginny tucked her in bed and blew out the candle, creeping back to her room. As she shut the door, she sighed.
"I'm not looking forward to potions in the morning..."
~~~
Three weeks passed. Hermione took her meals in her rooms, and had regular visits from Sirius and Remus. Together with Ginny, they kept her up to date on the Severus situation. She had daily reports on how much of a bastard he was being.
No one was exempt from having points deducted, not even the Slytherins. He snapped at everyone in turn, barely civil even to Dumbledore, and Minerva he was particularly vicious to, seeing as it was she who had introduced him to Cleo.
Ginny had been reduced to tears on two occasions, and the first years were frightened of their own shadows, imagining it was Professor Snape. Everyone was complaining about him, even Argus Filch, who was swamped with students on detention.
"That's it! I've had enough!" Ginny slammed into Hermione's sitting room, startling Sirius and Remus who were on her sofa. Hermione looked up, her face a mess of blotches.
"Hermione! Get your fucking act together and sort that man out!"
"Ginny!" Remus was amazed.
"That fucking overgrown bat just gave me - me! - detention!"
"Why?" Sirius asked.
"Because I was 20 seconds late to his fucking class!" she threw herself down in a chair and glowered at Hermione.
"Look at you! Sitting here, snivelling in your room, just because he's got his pants in a twist over a little thing like you being an Animagi!"
"Ginny, it's the fact that I kept something from him..."
"And he's told you his every little secret has he?"
"She's got a point, there, Hermione." Sirius thought he'd get his two pennyworths in.
Hermione looked at the other three. They were right. She'd let this go on for too long. It was time she got off her self-pitying backside and did something about it. She'd not worked her way through that list last year for nothing!
She stood up and went into the bathroom, staring at her reflection. It wasn't pretty. Sniffing herself, she wrinkled her nose. No wonder Sirius wouldn't sit next to her! Running the shower, she stripped off her grungy old sweats and stepped in. She washed her hair and soaped her body, inhaling the familiar scent of her shampoo and refusing to shed any more tears over him.
Ginny, Remus and Sirius could hear the shower going and grinned to each other.
Ten minutes later, a clean, fresh-looking Hermione stepped out of her bedroom, wearing a low cut top, skirt to mid-thigh and high heels. Her hair was twisted into a coil at the nape of her neck, and she'd swiped some lipstick on. Sirius gave a wolf-whistle and Remus gave a howl that reverberated all the way down to the dungeons.
Hermione was back!
~~~
With Remus on one side and Sirius on the other, they escorted Hermione into dinner that evening. She drew more than a few admiring glances from the fifth year up as her robes parted as she walked, revealing long legs.
She sat between the two men at the opposite end from Severus, who had entered the hall at the last minute, taking his place at the table well away from the other teachers. Hooch had drawn the short straw this evening, and was sitting with an empty chair between her and Severus. She surreptitiously spiked her juice from a small flask held under the table. She'd need this tonight.
As Sirius seated Hermione, he caught Severus glaring at him. He raised his eyebrow and Severus looked away, trying to ignore them. He looked down into his glass as Dumbledore tapped his glass to get everyone's attention.
"Good evening, everyone. I just have one announcement to make tonight. Someone most of you know, Miss Hermione Granger, joins us tonight. She has recently been on sabbatical." Severus snorted as Dumbledore paused, "and joins the staff as Student Counsellor. If any of you have any problems that you don't feel comfortable going to the faculty with, then Miss Granger is available. I'm sure she will do her best to help." He made Hermione stand up and take a small bow.
She smiled around the room, acknowledging Ginny and Colin and Dennis Creevey, her gaze faltering slightly when it landed on Severus. Her expression was quickly masked, and she sat down. Remus squeezed her trembling hand gently to reassure her.
Both Sirius and Remus coaxed her through dinner, trying to make her laugh. It was hard going, but the look on Severus's face was worth it to them.
"Shame you can't set his robes on fire again." Sirius grinned at her.
"Don't think I haven't thought about it." She gave a genuine laugh then that travelled down the table and hit Severus squarely in the gut.
Scraping his chair back, he left the table, robes swirling about him. Hooch breathed a sigh of relief and raised her glass to Hermione. She returned the salute and smiled to herself. Her campaign had begun.
~~~
Severus was skulking in the shadows long after dinner was over, hoping to catch anyone loitering in the halls. He was just about to deduct some points from two giggling Hufflepuffs that were annoying him when he heard the unmistakable voices of Black, Lupin and her. Black was enticing her to dance with him. Idiot!
"Come on, Hermione. Just a quick foxtrot down the corridor." He wheedled.
"Remus, can't you restrain him?"
"No way. He shouldn't have had that extra mousse for desert. He's on a sugar high. Dance with him, it's the only way of shutting him up."
"It's either the mousse or Hooch slipped him something illegal." She laughed. He nearly groaned at the sound, memories assaulting him. He watched as they passed, Sirius walking backwards, holding out his hands to her. Good job Black was as queer as a tube of crisps, or he'd be dead by now.
Sirius had started singing now, sweeping Hermione round and round in his arms, her robe flying open to reveal the long, long legs he remembered.
"That old black magic has me in its spell
That old black magic that you weave so well
Icy fingers up and down my spine
The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine
The same old tingle that I feel inside
When that elevator starts its ride
Down and down I go, round and round I go
Like a leaf that's caught in the tide
I should stay away but what can I do
I hear your name, and I'm aflame
Aflame with such a burning desire
That only your kiss can put out the fire
You are the lover that I've waited for
The mate that fate had me created for
And every time your lips meet mine
Baby down and down I go, all around I go
In a spin, loving the spin that I'm in
Under that old black magic called loooovvvve!"
Severus watched jealously as Sirius dipped her over his arm, her low cut top showing off the valley between her breasts. She laughed breathlessly and they disappeared out of sight. Severus moved from the shadows and swiftly made his way back to the dungeons.
He didn't see three heads peer out from around the corner.
"Did he see?"
"Yup!"
"How long do you reckon it'll take?"
"I'll give him until Halloween."
"That long?"
"He's stubborn."
"But he hasn't seen your new wardrobe. Love that leather. Do you think..?"
"No, Sirius. You've got your own collar!"
TBC
A/N: I know you all hate me after that last chapter, but the plot bunnies were demanding I put a little bit of the old Sev back again, and they can be quite vicious! So there!
Chapter 7 - That Old Black Magic
Hermione dragged herself down to the dungeons later that afternoon. Eyes gritty from the tears she'd shed, she surveyed the chaos that was -had been - their bathroom. The air was filled with the scent of her shampoo, the familiar mixture of herbs and musk, and her eyes started to fill again.
A throat cleared behind her, and she whirled around, hope filling her eyes at the thought of seeing him, but it faded as she saw Albus and Minerva there.
"Have you seen him?" she asked.
"No. He sent this to me this morning." Albus waved a piece of parchment.
"Where is he?"
"He'll be back on the 1st, in time for the Sorting." Was all he said. He stepped back to allow Minerva to come forward. She enfolded Hermione in her arms.
"I'm sorry, my dear. He's asked that you move your things back to Gryffindor tower." She said gently. Hermione pulled away.
"That's it? He's kicking me out?" her lip trembled
"He didn't say much in his note. I gather you've had an argument?"
"I told him about Cleo, or rather, I showed him. He just...left." She was bewildered. "I thought he'd be down here, so I gave him a chance to cool off before following him. What am I going to do?"
"Let him calm down a bit. He'll come round." Minerva soothed.
"Does it say where he's gone?"
"No. But it might be wise if you did as he asks. I'll arrange for a suite of rooms to be available for you, near the Head Girl's rooms. I'm sure Miss Weasley will be happy to see you."
"Ginny?"
"Yes. Albus sent her a letter inviting her to take up the position of Head Girl last week. She has accepted."
"I didn't know."
"Come along, Hermione. I'll help you pack."
~~~
The Hogwarts Express was packed with excited children. The new seventh years were playing it cool, relaxing and chatting together. But underneath was the exciting news that Potions classes were going to get easier this year.
No more greasy git Snape, not with the amount of sex he'd been getting lately. Not that they knew any details, but it was common knowledge that Hermione Granger had moved in with him. A middle-aged man with a young teenager? It was stuff that fantasies were made of; at least it was the sincere hope that it would happen to the boys when they reached Snape's age.
Ginny smiled to herself. It would be good to see Hermione, and the effect she had on Snape. She remembered the look in her eyes when she'd talked about 'Severus'. It was going to be a doddle this year; Hermione would be keeping him occupied so there was less chance of him catching anyone being out of his or her dorms after hours.
~~~
"First years, this way. We will now be going to the great hall for you to be Sorted into your Houses." McGonegall was at the top of the steps as usual, and Ginny watched as the nervous first years trooped in. It was strange not to have Harry and Ron there, but at last she was in no-one's shadow. She was Head Girl.
Colin Creevey nudged her and they walked into the hall. Head Boy and Head Girl were obliged to sit at the top table with the teachers, and Ginny scanned the room for Hermione and Snape. As she made her way up there, she frowned. Hermione was nowhere to be seen, and Snape...well...he looked like he hadn't slept in a week, or eaten either. He didn't look as if anything had changed at all. He was scowling and generally acting like he had a broom stuck up his arse. The other teachers had edged away from him and there were empty chairs on either side of him.
After the Sorting feast, he stood up and commanded the new Slytherins to follow him. They had to run to keep up with this tall, frightening figure. They cast scared glances at each other. Hadn't they been told he'd mellowed over the summer?
Ginny was drawn aside by Professor McGonegall after the feast, and led to her new rooms. She indicated that Ginny sit down, and then sat down herself.
"Miss Weasley, what I am about to tell you is confidential, and will go no further than this room, do you understand?"
"Yes, Professor. Is this about Hermione?"
"Yes, I'm afraid it is. Two days ago there was an unfortunate misunderstanding between her and Professor Snape. She has been moved to rooms next door to your own."
"They're not together anymore?"
"Unfortunately not."
"Shit!"
"My sentiments exactly." Ginny was surprised to see Minerva's eyes twinkle at her profanity.
"Can I do anything?"
"You can support her, my dear. She has rather fallen apart a little."
"Was he that pissed..er..angry about Cleo?"
"You know?"
"She told me about it, yes. She was worried about what he might say."
"It's not what he said, but what he did."
"If he's hurt her in any way..."
"Not physically. He's shut her out. He won't speak to her, or look at her. She's tried to apologise, but he's acting like she doesn't exist."
"That bastard!" Ginny was fuming.
"Don't be too harsh. He's hurting just as much as she is."
"That's no excuse!"
"Headmaster Dumbledore is trying to get through to him, and all we can do is hope he comes to his senses. I want you to try and help Hermione."
"I'll do my best, Professor."
"Thank you, Ginny. Hermione is next door. I'll let you see if she's all right."
~~~
"Hermione?" Ginny knocked softly on the door and received a muffled reply. She opened the door to see a huddled figure curled up in a chair by a blazing fire. It wasn't that cold, but Hermione had a quilt wrapped round her and she had dark hollows under her eyes.
"Are you OK? Forget I said that, I can see you're not. Oh, Hermione." Ginny gathered her best friend into her arms and let her cry. Eventually, she coaxed the full story from her from the time she'd moved her things from the dungeons to now.
~~~
Two days she'd worried about him. McGonegall had helped her pack all her things, and cleaned the bathroom of the mess in there. Then she'd sat and waited for him. And waited.
Hermione had been waiting in his rooms when he arrived by floo earlier that afternoon. He'd stared at her and then thrown his bag into the bedroom, turning away from her.
"I thought I asked you to move out."
"You asked Albus to move me out. I want to know why."
"I'm tired of you." He sneered.
"You're lying." She felt quite brave.
"Am I?" he hissed. He moved closer to her and she smelt the fire whisky on his breath.
"Yes. I know you."
"No, you don't. Just as I don't know you. Get out."
"Please, Severus. Let me.." she placed a hand on his arm and he shook her off violently.
"Don't. Touch. Me."
"Please..."
"GET OUT!" he shouted, glaring at her with hatred in his eyes, and she ran out, sobbing. She heard a glass shatter as she slammed the door. She'd holed up in her room, shivering. She couldn't bear to watch the Sorting and see him glaring at her again.
~~~
"He hates me, Ginny. What am I going to do?" she wailed.
"I don't know, 'Mione. Has Dumbledore any idea why he's acting like this?"
"Minerva said Severus has sealed his fireplace. If Albus wants to see him he either has to go down there or owl him."
"Taking this a bit hard, isn't he? It's not as if it's any of your fault, anyway."
"I lied to him, Ginny."
"Don't you dare blame yourself!"
"I can't help it. If I'd told him in the beginning this would never have happened."
"Come on, 'Mione. Let's get you to bed. You'll feel a lot better in the morning. And luckily you don't have classes to go to."
"I wish I did." Hermione allowed Ginny to help her get undressed. She felt very old and tired now.
Ginny tucked her in bed and blew out the candle, creeping back to her room. As she shut the door, she sighed.
"I'm not looking forward to potions in the morning..."
~~~
Three weeks passed. Hermione took her meals in her rooms, and had regular visits from Sirius and Remus. Together with Ginny, they kept her up to date on the Severus situation. She had daily reports on how much of a bastard he was being.
No one was exempt from having points deducted, not even the Slytherins. He snapped at everyone in turn, barely civil even to Dumbledore, and Minerva he was particularly vicious to, seeing as it was she who had introduced him to Cleo.
Ginny had been reduced to tears on two occasions, and the first years were frightened of their own shadows, imagining it was Professor Snape. Everyone was complaining about him, even Argus Filch, who was swamped with students on detention.
"That's it! I've had enough!" Ginny slammed into Hermione's sitting room, startling Sirius and Remus who were on her sofa. Hermione looked up, her face a mess of blotches.
"Hermione! Get your fucking act together and sort that man out!"
"Ginny!" Remus was amazed.
"That fucking overgrown bat just gave me - me! - detention!"
"Why?" Sirius asked.
"Because I was 20 seconds late to his fucking class!" she threw herself down in a chair and glowered at Hermione.
"Look at you! Sitting here, snivelling in your room, just because he's got his pants in a twist over a little thing like you being an Animagi!"
"Ginny, it's the fact that I kept something from him..."
"And he's told you his every little secret has he?"
"She's got a point, there, Hermione." Sirius thought he'd get his two pennyworths in.
Hermione looked at the other three. They were right. She'd let this go on for too long. It was time she got off her self-pitying backside and did something about it. She'd not worked her way through that list last year for nothing!
She stood up and went into the bathroom, staring at her reflection. It wasn't pretty. Sniffing herself, she wrinkled her nose. No wonder Sirius wouldn't sit next to her! Running the shower, she stripped off her grungy old sweats and stepped in. She washed her hair and soaped her body, inhaling the familiar scent of her shampoo and refusing to shed any more tears over him.
Ginny, Remus and Sirius could hear the shower going and grinned to each other.
Ten minutes later, a clean, fresh-looking Hermione stepped out of her bedroom, wearing a low cut top, skirt to mid-thigh and high heels. Her hair was twisted into a coil at the nape of her neck, and she'd swiped some lipstick on. Sirius gave a wolf-whistle and Remus gave a howl that reverberated all the way down to the dungeons.
Hermione was back!
~~~
With Remus on one side and Sirius on the other, they escorted Hermione into dinner that evening. She drew more than a few admiring glances from the fifth year up as her robes parted as she walked, revealing long legs.
She sat between the two men at the opposite end from Severus, who had entered the hall at the last minute, taking his place at the table well away from the other teachers. Hooch had drawn the short straw this evening, and was sitting with an empty chair between her and Severus. She surreptitiously spiked her juice from a small flask held under the table. She'd need this tonight.
As Sirius seated Hermione, he caught Severus glaring at him. He raised his eyebrow and Severus looked away, trying to ignore them. He looked down into his glass as Dumbledore tapped his glass to get everyone's attention.
"Good evening, everyone. I just have one announcement to make tonight. Someone most of you know, Miss Hermione Granger, joins us tonight. She has recently been on sabbatical." Severus snorted as Dumbledore paused, "and joins the staff as Student Counsellor. If any of you have any problems that you don't feel comfortable going to the faculty with, then Miss Granger is available. I'm sure she will do her best to help." He made Hermione stand up and take a small bow.
She smiled around the room, acknowledging Ginny and Colin and Dennis Creevey, her gaze faltering slightly when it landed on Severus. Her expression was quickly masked, and she sat down. Remus squeezed her trembling hand gently to reassure her.
Both Sirius and Remus coaxed her through dinner, trying to make her laugh. It was hard going, but the look on Severus's face was worth it to them.
"Shame you can't set his robes on fire again." Sirius grinned at her.
"Don't think I haven't thought about it." She gave a genuine laugh then that travelled down the table and hit Severus squarely in the gut.
Scraping his chair back, he left the table, robes swirling about him. Hooch breathed a sigh of relief and raised her glass to Hermione. She returned the salute and smiled to herself. Her campaign had begun.
~~~
Severus was skulking in the shadows long after dinner was over, hoping to catch anyone loitering in the halls. He was just about to deduct some points from two giggling Hufflepuffs that were annoying him when he heard the unmistakable voices of Black, Lupin and her. Black was enticing her to dance with him. Idiot!
"Come on, Hermione. Just a quick foxtrot down the corridor." He wheedled.
"Remus, can't you restrain him?"
"No way. He shouldn't have had that extra mousse for desert. He's on a sugar high. Dance with him, it's the only way of shutting him up."
"It's either the mousse or Hooch slipped him something illegal." She laughed. He nearly groaned at the sound, memories assaulting him. He watched as they passed, Sirius walking backwards, holding out his hands to her. Good job Black was as queer as a tube of crisps, or he'd be dead by now.
Sirius had started singing now, sweeping Hermione round and round in his arms, her robe flying open to reveal the long, long legs he remembered.
"That old black magic has me in its spell
That old black magic that you weave so well
Icy fingers up and down my spine
The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine
The same old tingle that I feel inside
When that elevator starts its ride
Down and down I go, round and round I go
Like a leaf that's caught in the tide
I should stay away but what can I do
I hear your name, and I'm aflame
Aflame with such a burning desire
That only your kiss can put out the fire
You are the lover that I've waited for
The mate that fate had me created for
And every time your lips meet mine
Baby down and down I go, all around I go
In a spin, loving the spin that I'm in
Under that old black magic called loooovvvve!"
Severus watched jealously as Sirius dipped her over his arm, her low cut top showing off the valley between her breasts. She laughed breathlessly and they disappeared out of sight. Severus moved from the shadows and swiftly made his way back to the dungeons.
He didn't see three heads peer out from around the corner.
"Did he see?"
"Yup!"
"How long do you reckon it'll take?"
"I'll give him until Halloween."
"That long?"
"He's stubborn."
"But he hasn't seen your new wardrobe. Love that leather. Do you think..?"
"No, Sirius. You've got your own collar!"
TBC