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belongs to JK Rowling. anything from the books is hers not mine.. Anything
else is probably mine. Not getting anything but fun from writing this etc
etc etc..
The fic is Rate R ... if you are not old enough to read it etc then please don't
Spanning the River of Blood
By Ridley-Roo
Chapter 14 - The Challenge
As Layla made herself comfortable in the Headmasters chair, she was wondering just how big a guff she had made by sitting here, and whether she would make it better or worse if she moved. While she had no desire to offend anyone (least of all someone who would bring her ice cream for breakfast) she also knew that showing weakness right now would be a very big mistake. So it looked like she would be staying put.
From the corner of her eye she could see that Snape was still staring at her along with most of staff and students. Frantically she tried to decide what to say and was just about to speak when he beat her to it.
'Do you know whose seat that is?' his voice dripped over her and she suppressed a shudder of pleasure. She was definitely going to have fun with this one given half the chance. Slowly she reached out to pour some tea and used the movement to pass an inquiring look in his direction.
'It belongs to the Headmaster.' His head was tilted forward towards her slightly now and he was aiming a very impressive glare in her direction. Forcing herself to stay calm, she slowly looked around herself at the parts of the chair that were visible. She took her time to inspect it carefully before slowly raising herself up and bending to inspect the cushioned seat. She knew this provided him with an excellent view down the front of her dress and was pleased to see he was taking the opportunity to have a good look, and then sat down again.
'Well.' she paused just long enough to make sure she had his complete attention. 'I don't see his name on it.' The challenge was clear and to reinforce it she turned to face him establishing eye contact for the first time. A slight choking sound came from behind her followed by the sound of someone being slapped on the back. Professor McGonagall's voice spluttered out a thank you into the silence at the Head Table. Layla suppressed a grin and the urge to turn and look. Instead she took the opportunity to study the man before her more carefully.
He looked to be middle aged but life had not been kind. His skin was paler than most with black hair and eyes giving him a face of contrasts. A large hooked noise and dark brooding eyes completed a face she was sure could easily portray a thousand emotions, right now it was flitting between anger and embarrassment. He was obviously not used to people answering back. His air of control was reinforced by his choice of clothing. As before he was dressed in a black frock coat with a small amount of white showing at her chin and cuffs, and draped over his shoulders was a black robe of the kind normally associated with university graduations. His entire appearance, from jacket to finger nails, was immaculate, the effect being spoilt only by a slight oiliness to his hair.
The deadlock was broken by the black cat leaping down onto the table. Snape's gaze followed and his expression settled on anger as he watched a piece of bacon snagged from his plate and dragged onto the table cloth. Moving almost as fast as the cat he reached out to grab it back, but was a fraction of a second too slow.
Layla watched the little colour that had been in his face drain away as he realised that his hand was now firmly held between barred teeth. Tight enough to stop him removing his hand but not yet breaking the skin to draw blood. A low growl could be heard around the hall as everyone watched to see what would happen next, and it wasn't immediately obvious if the noise was from Snape, or the cat.
'Now then boys. I'm sure there is plenty for you both.' Layla reached out and placed a firm hand on the cat's back and with her other hand took hold of Snape's wrist. Green eyes moved to look at her, before the jaws slowly opened enough for the hand to be removed. Indentations from the teeth were clearly visible, but no blood.
She held Snape for a few moments longer, and then released first him, then the cat. Smiling at both man and beast she turned her attention back to her morning tea.
'Is that yours?' His voice had dropped in both pitch and volume and she doubted if anyone else would be able to hear. They wouldn't need to if they could see his face.
''That' is a he, and 'he', is called Jake. and yes he's with me.' She met his gaze again as she hurriedly tried to think of a way to diffuse the situation. While she knew Jake wouldn't draw blood over a slice of bacon, he would if he thought she was being threatened. After all it wouldn't be the first time he had attacked someone who had been upsetting her. Her fears grew as the cat walked purposefully over to stand on the armrest between her and Snape.
She had to diffuse the situation quickly without deferring or submitting to him. Her mind was flooded with ideas but her body had ideas of its own. So it was that she found herself leaning over and lightly taking hold of his chin, tilting he head to the right angle, and pressing her lips firmly onto his.
At first there was no response but after a few moments she could feel the pressure returned. His musky smell was making her giddy and her body was about to take the next step when her mind finally regained control and pulled her way. Knowing she had about thirty seconds before breaking into an uncontrollable grin she decided to beat a hasty retreat.
Every head in the hall watched her leave before turning to stare at Snape. He was on his feet staring into the now empty entrance to the hall. The moments stretched out like years as he stood motionless and the silence continued as students and teachers alike feared to draw his attention. Eventually he lowered himself back into his seat and stared at his now bacon less plate. He sat in stunned silence for a few more seconds before realising he was now the centre of attention. Directing his best scowl around the hall he was rewarded by a sea of heads snapping back to their plates.
Harry sat at the Ravenclaw table with his new classmates feeling a mixture of awe and horror. Snape had not only just been humiliated by a cat, but had been kissed in front everyone by their mystery guest. Feeling like his entire world had been turned upside down he dared to steal a look at the top table just in time to see the Potions Master stalk out of the door.
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The fic is Rate R ... if you are not old enough to read it etc then please don't
Spanning the River of Blood
By Ridley-Roo
Chapter 14 - The Challenge
As Layla made herself comfortable in the Headmasters chair, she was wondering just how big a guff she had made by sitting here, and whether she would make it better or worse if she moved. While she had no desire to offend anyone (least of all someone who would bring her ice cream for breakfast) she also knew that showing weakness right now would be a very big mistake. So it looked like she would be staying put.
From the corner of her eye she could see that Snape was still staring at her along with most of staff and students. Frantically she tried to decide what to say and was just about to speak when he beat her to it.
'Do you know whose seat that is?' his voice dripped over her and she suppressed a shudder of pleasure. She was definitely going to have fun with this one given half the chance. Slowly she reached out to pour some tea and used the movement to pass an inquiring look in his direction.
'It belongs to the Headmaster.' His head was tilted forward towards her slightly now and he was aiming a very impressive glare in her direction. Forcing herself to stay calm, she slowly looked around herself at the parts of the chair that were visible. She took her time to inspect it carefully before slowly raising herself up and bending to inspect the cushioned seat. She knew this provided him with an excellent view down the front of her dress and was pleased to see he was taking the opportunity to have a good look, and then sat down again.
'Well.' she paused just long enough to make sure she had his complete attention. 'I don't see his name on it.' The challenge was clear and to reinforce it she turned to face him establishing eye contact for the first time. A slight choking sound came from behind her followed by the sound of someone being slapped on the back. Professor McGonagall's voice spluttered out a thank you into the silence at the Head Table. Layla suppressed a grin and the urge to turn and look. Instead she took the opportunity to study the man before her more carefully.
He looked to be middle aged but life had not been kind. His skin was paler than most with black hair and eyes giving him a face of contrasts. A large hooked noise and dark brooding eyes completed a face she was sure could easily portray a thousand emotions, right now it was flitting between anger and embarrassment. He was obviously not used to people answering back. His air of control was reinforced by his choice of clothing. As before he was dressed in a black frock coat with a small amount of white showing at her chin and cuffs, and draped over his shoulders was a black robe of the kind normally associated with university graduations. His entire appearance, from jacket to finger nails, was immaculate, the effect being spoilt only by a slight oiliness to his hair.
The deadlock was broken by the black cat leaping down onto the table. Snape's gaze followed and his expression settled on anger as he watched a piece of bacon snagged from his plate and dragged onto the table cloth. Moving almost as fast as the cat he reached out to grab it back, but was a fraction of a second too slow.
Layla watched the little colour that had been in his face drain away as he realised that his hand was now firmly held between barred teeth. Tight enough to stop him removing his hand but not yet breaking the skin to draw blood. A low growl could be heard around the hall as everyone watched to see what would happen next, and it wasn't immediately obvious if the noise was from Snape, or the cat.
'Now then boys. I'm sure there is plenty for you both.' Layla reached out and placed a firm hand on the cat's back and with her other hand took hold of Snape's wrist. Green eyes moved to look at her, before the jaws slowly opened enough for the hand to be removed. Indentations from the teeth were clearly visible, but no blood.
She held Snape for a few moments longer, and then released first him, then the cat. Smiling at both man and beast she turned her attention back to her morning tea.
'Is that yours?' His voice had dropped in both pitch and volume and she doubted if anyone else would be able to hear. They wouldn't need to if they could see his face.
''That' is a he, and 'he', is called Jake. and yes he's with me.' She met his gaze again as she hurriedly tried to think of a way to diffuse the situation. While she knew Jake wouldn't draw blood over a slice of bacon, he would if he thought she was being threatened. After all it wouldn't be the first time he had attacked someone who had been upsetting her. Her fears grew as the cat walked purposefully over to stand on the armrest between her and Snape.
She had to diffuse the situation quickly without deferring or submitting to him. Her mind was flooded with ideas but her body had ideas of its own. So it was that she found herself leaning over and lightly taking hold of his chin, tilting he head to the right angle, and pressing her lips firmly onto his.
At first there was no response but after a few moments she could feel the pressure returned. His musky smell was making her giddy and her body was about to take the next step when her mind finally regained control and pulled her way. Knowing she had about thirty seconds before breaking into an uncontrollable grin she decided to beat a hasty retreat.
Every head in the hall watched her leave before turning to stare at Snape. He was on his feet staring into the now empty entrance to the hall. The moments stretched out like years as he stood motionless and the silence continued as students and teachers alike feared to draw his attention. Eventually he lowered himself back into his seat and stared at his now bacon less plate. He sat in stunned silence for a few more seconds before realising he was now the centre of attention. Directing his best scowl around the hall he was rewarded by a sea of heads snapping back to their plates.
Harry sat at the Ravenclaw table with his new classmates feeling a mixture of awe and horror. Snape had not only just been humiliated by a cat, but had been kissed in front everyone by their mystery guest. Feeling like his entire world had been turned upside down he dared to steal a look at the top table just in time to see the Potions Master stalk out of the door.
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