Draco took a look at the girl who had just entered the castle. Her
strawberry blonde hair hung loosely over her shoulders, and her robes
flapped slightly in the wind. She was just an inch or so shorter than him,
with a figure that was almost blasphemous to conceal. She was neither
skinny, nor big. She was slightly muscular, with a bit of baby fat that
made her look, in Draco's opinion, cute. Her cheeks were red from the
cold, and her brown eyes looked up at him.
"Do close your mouth, dear. I'm not too fond of the view of your tonsils." The girl said, walking towards Draco. He closed his mouth, but his eyes remained wide. "Do you blink?" He still said nothing. "I'm all right. My trip was fine. I'm Jessica, by the way."
Draco shook his head. "What?"
"So you do speak English." Jessica said. "Me Jessica, you strange quiet guy with big eyes. I'm sure the name you're usually called is a bit shorter than that."
"Name? Oh yeah. My name's Draco Malfoy." Draco said, shaking himself out, and extending his hand to the new arrival. "I'll be showing you around the castle today."
"Malfoy? Your father wouldn't happen to have been Lucius Malfoy, would it?" She asked, hesitantly taking his hand and shaking it.
Draco was slightly concerned. His father had been one of the loyal followers of Voldemort, and he still felt shame when reminded of whom he was. Reluctantly, he nodded, and lowered his head. He was surprised to feel her hand come up under his chin and lift his eyes to hers. "Don't taunt me because of my father's name, and we'll call it even." She said.
~@~
Severus and Hermione returned to their research immediately after they finished their lunch. They had spoken to the headmaster about the direction they seemed to be heading, and how their results seemed promising, despite the number of people who would tell them that it would be impossible to achieve what they were striving for. It was about two hours after lunch that they were interrupted again by a knock on the door.
"Enter."
"Professor Snape, the new student has arrived." Draco said. "I thought I should bring her in to introduce her." Snape motioned him to do so.
"Jessica, this is our housemaster, Professor Snape." Draco said. Jessica bowed her head slightly.
"Good day, sir." She said, somewhat concerned with his temperament. Her father had told her stories about him.
"Good day, Miss Jablowmee. I trust your arrival went smoothly?" Severus asked.
"Yes, sir." Jessica replied. "My father sends his condolences."
Hermione's head snapped up. "Condolences?"
Snape cracked a slight smile. "Would you tell him I hope that his carpet burn has healed."
"Yes, sir." Jessica replied, somewhat confused. Snape caught the expression on her face. "Trust me, Miss Jablowmee, you do not want to know. Nor will I tell you."
"Of course." Jessica turned to Hermione. "And you are?"
"Hermione Granger." Hermione said, standing up and shaking the girls hand.
"Nice to meet you." Jessica replied. Draco chimed in.
"We'll continue with the tour. I'm sure Professor Snape and Hermione would like to get back to their research." Jessica nodded. "Good day, Sir. Herimone." And both Draco and Jessica left the office, allowing Hermione and Snape to get back to their work.
~@~
Severus entered the Great Hall for breakfast the following day and discovered that all the tables had been cleared except for one. It appears that Albus had decided it would be nice for all meals to be together at one table for all the holiday instead of just Christmas and New Year's this year. Well, he just decided that he would not attend meals in the Great Hall except when he had to this year.
Grumbling, he noticed that Hermione was not there, and the only available spot was beside Harry Potter. 'Damn. This is really not going to be my day.' He thought.
"Good morning, Professor." Harry said in a disgustingly cheery voice. "How are you this morning?"
"Irritated." Snape snapped (How many times have I put those two words in this story?). He turned back to his own plate, which filled with eggs, bacon, toast, and his cup filled with his regular black coffee. He picked up his fork, and a second later, Ron jumped from his seat, ran to the door of the Great Hall and shouted, "The trees taste like polka dots!"
Everyone at the table looked over at the red head, who calmly walked back to the table, and resumed eating his meal. Shaking his head, Snape stuck his fork in his eggs, and brought it up to his mouth, at which point, Harry said, "Um, sir?"
"What is it, Mr Potter?" He asked irritably, bringing his fork back down to his plate.
"Would it be all right if I taste tested your food before you ate it?" Harry asked, feigning concern in his eyes.
"No, Mr Potter. It would not be all right." And with that, Snape lifted the fork, at which time, Ron jumped up again, and ran to the doors of the Great Hall. "May the larks sail smoothly along the table!" Again, he calmly approached the table, and resumed his meal.
Snape looked at the Weasely boy, shaking his head, and taking the first bite of his meal. A few more minutes into the meal, he noticed that Harry was watching him intently. "What is it, Mr Potter?"
"Nothing." Harry replied, looking like he was scared for the potions master's life. "Nothing at all."
Snape decided to ignore him for the rest of the meal, not rising to the bait. When he was finished, he grabbed his coffee cup, and made his way to his office. Before he entered the dungeon corridors, Harry and Ron caught up to him.
"Professor? I have a bone to pick with you." Ron said. When Snape turned around, his courage faltered slightly.
"What is it, Mr Weasley?" He asked in his most dangerously silky voice.
"I remember in our first year," Ron said, gathering his courage again, "When you promised us that you would teach us to bottle fame and brew glory. When are you going to?"
"I don't know what you two are up to," Snape said. "But it's going to stop now."
Harry approached him, patting him on the back, and receiving a death glare for it. "We'll understand if you need more time to live up to your promise, sir. But don't keep us waiting too long."
"Get out of my sight, before I have both of you in detention until you graduate." Snape warned, and the two boys left to head for their common room.
~@~
Hermione approached the door to the potions master's office. Knocking on the door, she was invited in by a scowling, and slightly peeved professor.
Hermione looked up at him. "Professor? Is something wrong?"
"Miss Granger. Could you please tell me what has been placed on the back of my robes?" Snape asked, turning around.
Than Hermione saw it. It was one of her old SPEW badges. She started to giggle, and received a glare. "I'm glad to see you find this so amusing. Now would you please remove it?"
Hermione reached up to grab it, but found that it refused to move. "I'm not sure I can, sir. How did it get there?"
Snape turned around on her, glaring even more. "Your ill conceived friends decided to 'pat' me on the back this morning. Do you have any idea why they are acting odd?" He asked. She looked back up at him, slightly confused. "Have they been drinking in the common room?" Hermione shook her head in the negative. "Have they been sniffing fumes?" Hermione started to giggle some more.
"I don't have any clue as to their intentions, sir. But I do believe that it has to do with an abundance of free time on their hands." She said. "If you wanted to, they don't know that you've manipulated the potion and that you can now recreate the results."
Snape decided to remove his robe, and grab another from the closet in the corner of his office. "Unfortunately, however, the Headmaster was not too happy about my experiments inside your own mind. Besides," he continued with a small glint in his eyes. "I'd prefer to not know what is going on in their minds. It's enough to drive one insane."
"The Headmaster never spoke to me, sir." Hermione said innocently. "And I've known them for seven years."
"That's kind of you to offer, Hermione. But aren't you concerned with your reputation? Helping the head of Slytherin to catch trouble makers." He replied. "Why would you anyway?
"I have my reasons. And who says you would catch them, sir?" Hermione said. "I mean, if they're going to continue with this during the Christmas holidays, your options are to hide from them, or to play with them."
Severus looked back at her, contemplating something. "I'm going to ask the hat if it didn't misplace you."
~@~
Harry and Ron were sitting in their common room when Hermione entered.
"Hey 'Mione. What's up?" Harry asked.
"To be in a direction contrary to that of gravity." Hermione said.
"Huh?" Ron said, looking up at her. Harry just smiled.
"How come you're not in Snape's office?" Harry asked.
"We're doing separate research for a few days and than going to get back together to compare notes." Hermione replied. "We're just about ready to discuss some possible potions we could try. So what have you guys been doing?"
"Sheep." Harry replied.
"What?!?" Hermione cried in surprise. Harry and Ron started to roll on the floor. "You guys are horrible."
Both stopped laughing immediately, looking at her with wide eyes. "Thank you!" They both replied, before collapsing in another fit of giggles. She shook her head at them and used the time that they were distracted to slip some of the potion that Snape had given her.
"Ok, guys. Seriously. What have you guys been up to?" She asked when their giggling got a little less insane.
"I'd tell you Hermione, but I doubt that you'd really appreciate it." Ron replied. Concentrating on his thoughts, she heard, 'Wouldn't want you to get into trouble with Snape.'
"Come one, guys. We haven't done much together for all while. We should do something together."
"How 'bout we visit Hagrid tomorrow. We haven't done that in awhile." Harry suggested. 'Anything to get your mind off what we've been doing.'
Hermione smiled. "That sounds great. When?"
"After lunch." Ron replied. "'Mione?"
"Yes, Ron?" She asked, as she made her way to her own room to do a little covert spying action.
"Did Snape say anything about breakfast?" Ron asked.
"No. Usually we just get right down to business." Hermione replied. "Doesn't like to go into frivolities. Why?"
"No reason." Harry said, too quickly.
Hermione nodded, said her good night, and made her way to her room.
~@~
'You want me to what?' She could hear Ron protest. 'So, in other words, touch him.'
'Come on Ron, if I have to wink at him, you have to hug him.' Harry replied.
'All right. Now what about the voodoo doll.'
'Oh! I want to do that one!' Harry said enthusiastically.
'Well, I'll make sure I get that sweater for him. Mum always thought that he wouldn't be so sour if we did something nice for him. I asked her to make one for him too.' Ron said. 'She thought it was a good idea. I think Mum has more time on her hands since she's hadn't had to duck Fred and George.'
Hermione had been listening to the two of them plot for the past hour, and now the voices were beginning to dim. 'Man, they are really trying to get in trouble with Snape this time.' Hermione thought to herself.
'Are they, Miss Granger.' She heard Snape ask. 'Take another bit of the potion. There's something I need to discuss with you.'
'I thought you didn't want to make the Headmaster mad at you again.' Hermione said as she did so.
'Well, you already know about the potion, Hermione. How did your spying go?'
'Wait until I tell you. We'll need to think of some things to do.' She replied.
'Something tells me that these are not going to be pleasant. . .for them or for me.'
'Don't worry. I can't force you to do anything, I can only make suggestions.'
'Good point.' Severus said. 'I wished to ask you something, Hermione.'
'Sure.'
'Well, I was thinking back to the. . .ahem. . .dreams. Your injury. Is there any way that you can think of where you could have received it?' He asked curiously.
'Not that I can think of. Why?'
'I think it was a product of the dream, and I had a thought. I need you to be honest with me.'
'Can I be anything else? You're in my head.'
'Just making sure you won't try to lie to me.' He said. 'Close your eyes.' He could feel her apprehension. 'Don't worry, Miss Granger. I won't do anything inappropriate.'
Hermione closed her eyes, and began to feel a tingling on her arm. 'You feel that?' She heard him ask.
'Yes. What is that?'
'Wait.' He said. The tingling on her arm slowly moved up to her shoulder and back again. She shivered at it. 'It appears that something in the potion has an unexpected result. Not only thoughts and feelings can be projected, but also tactile gestures, as long as both are aware of the other.'
'How did you do that?' Hermione asked.
'Just concentrate.'
Hermione concentrated on his own mind, imaging lifting her hand, and touching his own arm. She could now feel the tingles in her arm where he was still 'touching' her, and in her fingers where they would come into contact with him. She could feel the different textures of his skin on his hand, but not his clothing.
'I think that only the responses that the other person should feel can be transmitted, Hermione.' He said, answering her unasked question. 'Since I cannot feel a touch on my clothes, except for maybe changes in pressure, you would not be able to sense my robes.'
'Ah. I see.' She responded.
Still, she could feel the tingles on her fingers as her minds hand reached further up his arm, and to his shoulder. She couldn't feel any hair, and continued up his jawline. The tingles that she could feel began to take the same path, up her arm, on her shoulder, and up her throat to rest on her cheek. Without warning, she felt a slight tingle on her lips before it was pulled away abruptly.
'I think that's enough experimenting for now, Hermione.' She heard him think. I'll see you after dinner tomorrow for your. . .plans.'
His voice faded, and she realized that she must have not had enough left after the first dose to last the full hour. She opened her eyes and looked around her room. Suddenly, it felt even emptier.
A/N:
Uh oh! ANGST!
And YEAH! Over 300 Reviews. Thanks to all the loyal reviewers.
And to anyone who would take offence to the sheep comment. . .Nothing wrong with a lifestyle choice. Just as long as the sheep are willing partners.
Thank you to all those who suggested some sites for GW/RL story. I've looked into some possibilities, and have decided to at least post it in my group at yahoo. However, I've only outlined some possible plot for it, so there's nothing up there at the moment.
Plastic: Dang straight! But with some of the reviews I got, I'm not lonely there.
Lollylips3: I have a very sick and twisted sense of humour. Not that it's a bad thing.
No need to know: The sheep have made a brief return!!
MadAboutHarry: The cerebral exchanges are getting a bit more daring, I'd say. And Snape's turning into quite the gossip.
Atalaya: I'll make good use of the list, I'm sure.
Zoe: Everyone's a smart ass in this story.
FoxyChic4u: You were so nice in this chapter!! We may have to change that!!
Vicsend: You're right. They wouldn't be. Or would they? Hmmm. . .tingles!
Yukito Forever: I can't put it up here because it's a bit more explicit. It's just not funny, this one. But I have made up a new group at yahoo that I will be putting it up on, if worst comes to worst.
Starchild: I like you. You're fun. I must admit, that was one possibility that I hadn't considered. . .and. . .well. . .DANGER DANGER DANGER DANGER!!!!
Chloe: I read that story. It was good.
Lana Riddle: I know I've encountered a few of them where I just wanted to choke the author!!! DAMNIT!! Well, it is a good thing. Keeps everyone captivated.
"Do close your mouth, dear. I'm not too fond of the view of your tonsils." The girl said, walking towards Draco. He closed his mouth, but his eyes remained wide. "Do you blink?" He still said nothing. "I'm all right. My trip was fine. I'm Jessica, by the way."
Draco shook his head. "What?"
"So you do speak English." Jessica said. "Me Jessica, you strange quiet guy with big eyes. I'm sure the name you're usually called is a bit shorter than that."
"Name? Oh yeah. My name's Draco Malfoy." Draco said, shaking himself out, and extending his hand to the new arrival. "I'll be showing you around the castle today."
"Malfoy? Your father wouldn't happen to have been Lucius Malfoy, would it?" She asked, hesitantly taking his hand and shaking it.
Draco was slightly concerned. His father had been one of the loyal followers of Voldemort, and he still felt shame when reminded of whom he was. Reluctantly, he nodded, and lowered his head. He was surprised to feel her hand come up under his chin and lift his eyes to hers. "Don't taunt me because of my father's name, and we'll call it even." She said.
~@~
Severus and Hermione returned to their research immediately after they finished their lunch. They had spoken to the headmaster about the direction they seemed to be heading, and how their results seemed promising, despite the number of people who would tell them that it would be impossible to achieve what they were striving for. It was about two hours after lunch that they were interrupted again by a knock on the door.
"Enter."
"Professor Snape, the new student has arrived." Draco said. "I thought I should bring her in to introduce her." Snape motioned him to do so.
"Jessica, this is our housemaster, Professor Snape." Draco said. Jessica bowed her head slightly.
"Good day, sir." She said, somewhat concerned with his temperament. Her father had told her stories about him.
"Good day, Miss Jablowmee. I trust your arrival went smoothly?" Severus asked.
"Yes, sir." Jessica replied. "My father sends his condolences."
Hermione's head snapped up. "Condolences?"
Snape cracked a slight smile. "Would you tell him I hope that his carpet burn has healed."
"Yes, sir." Jessica replied, somewhat confused. Snape caught the expression on her face. "Trust me, Miss Jablowmee, you do not want to know. Nor will I tell you."
"Of course." Jessica turned to Hermione. "And you are?"
"Hermione Granger." Hermione said, standing up and shaking the girls hand.
"Nice to meet you." Jessica replied. Draco chimed in.
"We'll continue with the tour. I'm sure Professor Snape and Hermione would like to get back to their research." Jessica nodded. "Good day, Sir. Herimone." And both Draco and Jessica left the office, allowing Hermione and Snape to get back to their work.
~@~
Severus entered the Great Hall for breakfast the following day and discovered that all the tables had been cleared except for one. It appears that Albus had decided it would be nice for all meals to be together at one table for all the holiday instead of just Christmas and New Year's this year. Well, he just decided that he would not attend meals in the Great Hall except when he had to this year.
Grumbling, he noticed that Hermione was not there, and the only available spot was beside Harry Potter. 'Damn. This is really not going to be my day.' He thought.
"Good morning, Professor." Harry said in a disgustingly cheery voice. "How are you this morning?"
"Irritated." Snape snapped (How many times have I put those two words in this story?). He turned back to his own plate, which filled with eggs, bacon, toast, and his cup filled with his regular black coffee. He picked up his fork, and a second later, Ron jumped from his seat, ran to the door of the Great Hall and shouted, "The trees taste like polka dots!"
Everyone at the table looked over at the red head, who calmly walked back to the table, and resumed eating his meal. Shaking his head, Snape stuck his fork in his eggs, and brought it up to his mouth, at which point, Harry said, "Um, sir?"
"What is it, Mr Potter?" He asked irritably, bringing his fork back down to his plate.
"Would it be all right if I taste tested your food before you ate it?" Harry asked, feigning concern in his eyes.
"No, Mr Potter. It would not be all right." And with that, Snape lifted the fork, at which time, Ron jumped up again, and ran to the doors of the Great Hall. "May the larks sail smoothly along the table!" Again, he calmly approached the table, and resumed his meal.
Snape looked at the Weasely boy, shaking his head, and taking the first bite of his meal. A few more minutes into the meal, he noticed that Harry was watching him intently. "What is it, Mr Potter?"
"Nothing." Harry replied, looking like he was scared for the potions master's life. "Nothing at all."
Snape decided to ignore him for the rest of the meal, not rising to the bait. When he was finished, he grabbed his coffee cup, and made his way to his office. Before he entered the dungeon corridors, Harry and Ron caught up to him.
"Professor? I have a bone to pick with you." Ron said. When Snape turned around, his courage faltered slightly.
"What is it, Mr Weasley?" He asked in his most dangerously silky voice.
"I remember in our first year," Ron said, gathering his courage again, "When you promised us that you would teach us to bottle fame and brew glory. When are you going to?"
"I don't know what you two are up to," Snape said. "But it's going to stop now."
Harry approached him, patting him on the back, and receiving a death glare for it. "We'll understand if you need more time to live up to your promise, sir. But don't keep us waiting too long."
"Get out of my sight, before I have both of you in detention until you graduate." Snape warned, and the two boys left to head for their common room.
~@~
Hermione approached the door to the potions master's office. Knocking on the door, she was invited in by a scowling, and slightly peeved professor.
Hermione looked up at him. "Professor? Is something wrong?"
"Miss Granger. Could you please tell me what has been placed on the back of my robes?" Snape asked, turning around.
Than Hermione saw it. It was one of her old SPEW badges. She started to giggle, and received a glare. "I'm glad to see you find this so amusing. Now would you please remove it?"
Hermione reached up to grab it, but found that it refused to move. "I'm not sure I can, sir. How did it get there?"
Snape turned around on her, glaring even more. "Your ill conceived friends decided to 'pat' me on the back this morning. Do you have any idea why they are acting odd?" He asked. She looked back up at him, slightly confused. "Have they been drinking in the common room?" Hermione shook her head in the negative. "Have they been sniffing fumes?" Hermione started to giggle some more.
"I don't have any clue as to their intentions, sir. But I do believe that it has to do with an abundance of free time on their hands." She said. "If you wanted to, they don't know that you've manipulated the potion and that you can now recreate the results."
Snape decided to remove his robe, and grab another from the closet in the corner of his office. "Unfortunately, however, the Headmaster was not too happy about my experiments inside your own mind. Besides," he continued with a small glint in his eyes. "I'd prefer to not know what is going on in their minds. It's enough to drive one insane."
"The Headmaster never spoke to me, sir." Hermione said innocently. "And I've known them for seven years."
"That's kind of you to offer, Hermione. But aren't you concerned with your reputation? Helping the head of Slytherin to catch trouble makers." He replied. "Why would you anyway?
"I have my reasons. And who says you would catch them, sir?" Hermione said. "I mean, if they're going to continue with this during the Christmas holidays, your options are to hide from them, or to play with them."
Severus looked back at her, contemplating something. "I'm going to ask the hat if it didn't misplace you."
~@~
Harry and Ron were sitting in their common room when Hermione entered.
"Hey 'Mione. What's up?" Harry asked.
"To be in a direction contrary to that of gravity." Hermione said.
"Huh?" Ron said, looking up at her. Harry just smiled.
"How come you're not in Snape's office?" Harry asked.
"We're doing separate research for a few days and than going to get back together to compare notes." Hermione replied. "We're just about ready to discuss some possible potions we could try. So what have you guys been doing?"
"Sheep." Harry replied.
"What?!?" Hermione cried in surprise. Harry and Ron started to roll on the floor. "You guys are horrible."
Both stopped laughing immediately, looking at her with wide eyes. "Thank you!" They both replied, before collapsing in another fit of giggles. She shook her head at them and used the time that they were distracted to slip some of the potion that Snape had given her.
"Ok, guys. Seriously. What have you guys been up to?" She asked when their giggling got a little less insane.
"I'd tell you Hermione, but I doubt that you'd really appreciate it." Ron replied. Concentrating on his thoughts, she heard, 'Wouldn't want you to get into trouble with Snape.'
"Come one, guys. We haven't done much together for all while. We should do something together."
"How 'bout we visit Hagrid tomorrow. We haven't done that in awhile." Harry suggested. 'Anything to get your mind off what we've been doing.'
Hermione smiled. "That sounds great. When?"
"After lunch." Ron replied. "'Mione?"
"Yes, Ron?" She asked, as she made her way to her own room to do a little covert spying action.
"Did Snape say anything about breakfast?" Ron asked.
"No. Usually we just get right down to business." Hermione replied. "Doesn't like to go into frivolities. Why?"
"No reason." Harry said, too quickly.
Hermione nodded, said her good night, and made her way to her room.
~@~
'You want me to what?' She could hear Ron protest. 'So, in other words, touch him.'
'Come on Ron, if I have to wink at him, you have to hug him.' Harry replied.
'All right. Now what about the voodoo doll.'
'Oh! I want to do that one!' Harry said enthusiastically.
'Well, I'll make sure I get that sweater for him. Mum always thought that he wouldn't be so sour if we did something nice for him. I asked her to make one for him too.' Ron said. 'She thought it was a good idea. I think Mum has more time on her hands since she's hadn't had to duck Fred and George.'
Hermione had been listening to the two of them plot for the past hour, and now the voices were beginning to dim. 'Man, they are really trying to get in trouble with Snape this time.' Hermione thought to herself.
'Are they, Miss Granger.' She heard Snape ask. 'Take another bit of the potion. There's something I need to discuss with you.'
'I thought you didn't want to make the Headmaster mad at you again.' Hermione said as she did so.
'Well, you already know about the potion, Hermione. How did your spying go?'
'Wait until I tell you. We'll need to think of some things to do.' She replied.
'Something tells me that these are not going to be pleasant. . .for them or for me.'
'Don't worry. I can't force you to do anything, I can only make suggestions.'
'Good point.' Severus said. 'I wished to ask you something, Hermione.'
'Sure.'
'Well, I was thinking back to the. . .ahem. . .dreams. Your injury. Is there any way that you can think of where you could have received it?' He asked curiously.
'Not that I can think of. Why?'
'I think it was a product of the dream, and I had a thought. I need you to be honest with me.'
'Can I be anything else? You're in my head.'
'Just making sure you won't try to lie to me.' He said. 'Close your eyes.' He could feel her apprehension. 'Don't worry, Miss Granger. I won't do anything inappropriate.'
Hermione closed her eyes, and began to feel a tingling on her arm. 'You feel that?' She heard him ask.
'Yes. What is that?'
'Wait.' He said. The tingling on her arm slowly moved up to her shoulder and back again. She shivered at it. 'It appears that something in the potion has an unexpected result. Not only thoughts and feelings can be projected, but also tactile gestures, as long as both are aware of the other.'
'How did you do that?' Hermione asked.
'Just concentrate.'
Hermione concentrated on his own mind, imaging lifting her hand, and touching his own arm. She could now feel the tingles in her arm where he was still 'touching' her, and in her fingers where they would come into contact with him. She could feel the different textures of his skin on his hand, but not his clothing.
'I think that only the responses that the other person should feel can be transmitted, Hermione.' He said, answering her unasked question. 'Since I cannot feel a touch on my clothes, except for maybe changes in pressure, you would not be able to sense my robes.'
'Ah. I see.' She responded.
Still, she could feel the tingles on her fingers as her minds hand reached further up his arm, and to his shoulder. She couldn't feel any hair, and continued up his jawline. The tingles that she could feel began to take the same path, up her arm, on her shoulder, and up her throat to rest on her cheek. Without warning, she felt a slight tingle on her lips before it was pulled away abruptly.
'I think that's enough experimenting for now, Hermione.' She heard him think. I'll see you after dinner tomorrow for your. . .plans.'
His voice faded, and she realized that she must have not had enough left after the first dose to last the full hour. She opened her eyes and looked around her room. Suddenly, it felt even emptier.
A/N:
Uh oh! ANGST!
And YEAH! Over 300 Reviews. Thanks to all the loyal reviewers.
And to anyone who would take offence to the sheep comment. . .Nothing wrong with a lifestyle choice. Just as long as the sheep are willing partners.
Thank you to all those who suggested some sites for GW/RL story. I've looked into some possibilities, and have decided to at least post it in my group at yahoo. However, I've only outlined some possible plot for it, so there's nothing up there at the moment.
Plastic: Dang straight! But with some of the reviews I got, I'm not lonely there.
Lollylips3: I have a very sick and twisted sense of humour. Not that it's a bad thing.
No need to know: The sheep have made a brief return!!
MadAboutHarry: The cerebral exchanges are getting a bit more daring, I'd say. And Snape's turning into quite the gossip.
Atalaya: I'll make good use of the list, I'm sure.
Zoe: Everyone's a smart ass in this story.
FoxyChic4u: You were so nice in this chapter!! We may have to change that!!
Vicsend: You're right. They wouldn't be. Or would they? Hmmm. . .tingles!
Yukito Forever: I can't put it up here because it's a bit more explicit. It's just not funny, this one. But I have made up a new group at yahoo that I will be putting it up on, if worst comes to worst.
Starchild: I like you. You're fun. I must admit, that was one possibility that I hadn't considered. . .and. . .well. . .DANGER DANGER DANGER DANGER!!!!
Chloe: I read that story. It was good.
Lana Riddle: I know I've encountered a few of them where I just wanted to choke the author!!! DAMNIT!! Well, it is a good thing. Keeps everyone captivated.
