[color=red][b]reminder: this chapter is [u]rated R[/u].[/color][/b]
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Chapter Seven
It was after midnight by the time I made it through the Fat Lady and into the common room. Everyone had gone onto bed except Remus. By now I had calmed down from dealing with James. "What're you still doing up?" I snapped at him in a low whisper. He replied, "I'm babysitting. I was afraid one of you would serious injury the other." I felt guilty for a second at that. "Where's James?" he asked. I told him that I left him under the Willow and headed up to bed. I heard the portrait click close on his way out.
Breakfast the next morning was an awkward affair. James and I weren't talking to each other. Remus kept looking at me like I was insane. Sirius and Peter, being totally lost, were trying to get everyone excited about this weekend's first Quidditch match of the year between Ravenclaw and Slytherin. "No need to ask [u]her[/u] who she's rooting for," mumbled James. "Go to hell," I said sweetly as I stood to leave. I went to my Muggle Studies class and settled in a chair in the back. I pulled out my parchment and a quill and started to write a letter to Mom.
[i]Dear Mom,
I am truly missing you and Dad. School's school and it's getting boring. Things have gotten interesting for me, though. Mom, remember that "parlor trick" Aunt Bev has? I think I am starting to get the hang of it. Think you could send a pair of her gloves? I need them just as quickly as you can get them here.
Zada has an enemy. Seems that she's not forgiven James for that incident on the train I told you about. And now he keeps on irritating her. I think next time I'll deck him one. If I have a pair of Aunt Bev's gloves.
Any plans for Christmas? I know you guys mentioned visiting everyone, but that'll take longer than my break. Send me the cards and I'll sign them so you can mail them out before the 25th. I think I'll stay here. It'll give me time to be alone and to practice that trick of Aunt Bev's. I can also tactfully avoid touching everyone, too.
Tell everyone I said hi and I love them.
Love, Alex[/i]
I placed it in my pocket, thinking [i]I'll mail it after lunch[/i], and started to pay attention to the Professor.
Lunch was quick and quiet for me. I waited until after everyone started eating to head there and found an empty seat at the end of the long table. As soon as I finished eating, I headed up into the Owlry to use a school owl to mail off my letter. I silently walked through the halls and up the tower stairs. The November air was nippy with the windows open. I stood in a window after sending off my letter. The air was crisp with the snow soon to come. I heard a footstep and quickly turned. In the doorway stood Severus.
He leaned against the doorjamb and smiled. "I'm skipping classes this afternoon. Care to join me?" I thought a couple seconds and then shrugged. "Why not? I have Friday afternoons off to study, anyways." I stood up from the window and walked towards him. He walked down the stairs before me and we headed outside together.
We talked general chitchat and found what we have in common. We are both only kids. He's from a long line of magic families, while only Mom was a witch. He seemed startled to know Dad was a Muggle, but he never commented on it. We spent over two hours just walking around the lake talking. By then, we were getting cold and were ready for some hot chocolate.
"C'mon, follow me. I need something hot to drink." I lead him to the kitchens and we waited in the warmth for the house elves to get our drinks. "C'mon." This time he led us to an empty, dusty classroom. I magiced away the dust on two chairs and a table and we sat across from each other and sipped our drinks.
"Look," he started, "I have no idea what's going to happen here. Our Houses don't really like each other." I snorted and he grinned. "Yeah, I know. But, I was saying that your friends won't like me and mine won't like you. So, now what?"
I just sat there and said nothing. Instead, I reached out hesitantly and touched his hand. Instantly I was bombarded with imagines. His parents, his childhood, his provocative thoughts of me. [i]Wow,[/i] I thought. [i]Cool. I could get to liking this! Oh, yeah! Especially that one![/i] I smiled and let go. "Why does it matter what everyone else thinks? This is us, our life. Not them or their life," I said, seriously wanting to follow up on some of those thoughts of his.
"OK, look - ," I started but was stopped when he leaned forward and kissed my lips. I was too stunned to read his thoughts. I lost my train of thought and just enjoyed the blue sparks everywhere. When he pulled back, my lips were still tingly. He stood up quickly and kicked the chair back away from him. He held his hand out to me while walking around the table. "Let's go," he whispered. I stood up on shaky knees and put my hand into his. Instantly I was aware of where we were going. There was apparently an unused dungeon room deep under the castle and he was hoping I was able to conjure up a bed for us. "Yeah," I breathed, "I could. Red sheets or black?" I asked with a smile as we walked out the door.
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This dungeon reeked of staleness; it hadn't been used in many, many years. First things first, I charmed the door locked. I also placed on the door a repelling spell to turn people away from the room. I taught Severus the spell to rid the room of dust and we attacked all of the dust bunnies. Once the dust was expelled, I conjured up a bed similar to the one in my dorm. He wrinkled his nose and said, "Ugh. How about something less schoolish? Try a high bed with stools to step up there. Larger, of course, about queen size." He turned to me and cupped my cheek with his hand while staring into my eyes. "How about this?" Yup, I got it. So I changed the twin size curtained bed with practical sheets to a queen size bed that was three feet off the ground and had black satin sheets. I added a couple extra pillows in red satin and some red satin curtains on all four sides.
He dropped his hand and stepped back. Waving his wand, he added a few ever- lasting candles to light the room just a little bit and turned off the overhead light. He then dropped his wand to the floor and slowly undid my robes. They pooled at my feet and I kicked them away. He slipped my sweater vest over my head, avoiding skin-to-skin contact. That was thrown over his shoulder. My tie was tossed somewhere behind me. Slowly he unbuttoned my shirt, first at the cuffs and then down the front, still avoiding skin contact. I closed my eyes in anticipation. He yanked my shirt from my skirt, dropped it to the floor and kicked it carelessly away. Slowly he walked around me and unbuttoned and unzipped my skirt. As it fell to the floor it got caught on the top of my boot. He dropped to his knees and used his teeth to remove it. He stood up and walked around to face me again.
"Come here," he whispered, stepping back a couple steps. I followed, careful not to trip on my robes. He moved to my left, leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Remove the rest yourself." So I unhooked my dark blue demi-bra and slipped out of it as he circled me, watching. It fell from my hands as I went to remove my matching panties. Those were just dropped to the floor and I was standing there in my knee-high black leather boots. "Those, too," he whispered into my right ear. I unzipped one and then the other and kicked them off. My ugly white sports socks were last but they too were removed. Taking a deep breath to prepare himself, he picked me up and laid me on the bed. Sexual imagines poured from his touch and I enjoyed every brief second he touched me. I laid on my back watching him remove his clothes just as slowly as he removed mine. He then stepped up and crawled into the bed with me, still not touching.
He propped his head on a fist and laid on his side. With his free hand he just barely touched my left nipple, making it stand hard and erect. He smiled and did the same to the other one. My senses were working overtime by now and I was mentally lost in heaven just from those two little touches. His smile widen and he straddled my hips, finally touching me. My mind was blown from the mere touch of his legs on mine.
~*~
Chapter Seven
It was after midnight by the time I made it through the Fat Lady and into the common room. Everyone had gone onto bed except Remus. By now I had calmed down from dealing with James. "What're you still doing up?" I snapped at him in a low whisper. He replied, "I'm babysitting. I was afraid one of you would serious injury the other." I felt guilty for a second at that. "Where's James?" he asked. I told him that I left him under the Willow and headed up to bed. I heard the portrait click close on his way out.
Breakfast the next morning was an awkward affair. James and I weren't talking to each other. Remus kept looking at me like I was insane. Sirius and Peter, being totally lost, were trying to get everyone excited about this weekend's first Quidditch match of the year between Ravenclaw and Slytherin. "No need to ask [u]her[/u] who she's rooting for," mumbled James. "Go to hell," I said sweetly as I stood to leave. I went to my Muggle Studies class and settled in a chair in the back. I pulled out my parchment and a quill and started to write a letter to Mom.
[i]Dear Mom,
I am truly missing you and Dad. School's school and it's getting boring. Things have gotten interesting for me, though. Mom, remember that "parlor trick" Aunt Bev has? I think I am starting to get the hang of it. Think you could send a pair of her gloves? I need them just as quickly as you can get them here.
Zada has an enemy. Seems that she's not forgiven James for that incident on the train I told you about. And now he keeps on irritating her. I think next time I'll deck him one. If I have a pair of Aunt Bev's gloves.
Any plans for Christmas? I know you guys mentioned visiting everyone, but that'll take longer than my break. Send me the cards and I'll sign them so you can mail them out before the 25th. I think I'll stay here. It'll give me time to be alone and to practice that trick of Aunt Bev's. I can also tactfully avoid touching everyone, too.
Tell everyone I said hi and I love them.
Love, Alex[/i]
I placed it in my pocket, thinking [i]I'll mail it after lunch[/i], and started to pay attention to the Professor.
Lunch was quick and quiet for me. I waited until after everyone started eating to head there and found an empty seat at the end of the long table. As soon as I finished eating, I headed up into the Owlry to use a school owl to mail off my letter. I silently walked through the halls and up the tower stairs. The November air was nippy with the windows open. I stood in a window after sending off my letter. The air was crisp with the snow soon to come. I heard a footstep and quickly turned. In the doorway stood Severus.
He leaned against the doorjamb and smiled. "I'm skipping classes this afternoon. Care to join me?" I thought a couple seconds and then shrugged. "Why not? I have Friday afternoons off to study, anyways." I stood up from the window and walked towards him. He walked down the stairs before me and we headed outside together.
We talked general chitchat and found what we have in common. We are both only kids. He's from a long line of magic families, while only Mom was a witch. He seemed startled to know Dad was a Muggle, but he never commented on it. We spent over two hours just walking around the lake talking. By then, we were getting cold and were ready for some hot chocolate.
"C'mon, follow me. I need something hot to drink." I lead him to the kitchens and we waited in the warmth for the house elves to get our drinks. "C'mon." This time he led us to an empty, dusty classroom. I magiced away the dust on two chairs and a table and we sat across from each other and sipped our drinks.
"Look," he started, "I have no idea what's going to happen here. Our Houses don't really like each other." I snorted and he grinned. "Yeah, I know. But, I was saying that your friends won't like me and mine won't like you. So, now what?"
I just sat there and said nothing. Instead, I reached out hesitantly and touched his hand. Instantly I was bombarded with imagines. His parents, his childhood, his provocative thoughts of me. [i]Wow,[/i] I thought. [i]Cool. I could get to liking this! Oh, yeah! Especially that one![/i] I smiled and let go. "Why does it matter what everyone else thinks? This is us, our life. Not them or their life," I said, seriously wanting to follow up on some of those thoughts of his.
"OK, look - ," I started but was stopped when he leaned forward and kissed my lips. I was too stunned to read his thoughts. I lost my train of thought and just enjoyed the blue sparks everywhere. When he pulled back, my lips were still tingly. He stood up quickly and kicked the chair back away from him. He held his hand out to me while walking around the table. "Let's go," he whispered. I stood up on shaky knees and put my hand into his. Instantly I was aware of where we were going. There was apparently an unused dungeon room deep under the castle and he was hoping I was able to conjure up a bed for us. "Yeah," I breathed, "I could. Red sheets or black?" I asked with a smile as we walked out the door.
~*~
This dungeon reeked of staleness; it hadn't been used in many, many years. First things first, I charmed the door locked. I also placed on the door a repelling spell to turn people away from the room. I taught Severus the spell to rid the room of dust and we attacked all of the dust bunnies. Once the dust was expelled, I conjured up a bed similar to the one in my dorm. He wrinkled his nose and said, "Ugh. How about something less schoolish? Try a high bed with stools to step up there. Larger, of course, about queen size." He turned to me and cupped my cheek with his hand while staring into my eyes. "How about this?" Yup, I got it. So I changed the twin size curtained bed with practical sheets to a queen size bed that was three feet off the ground and had black satin sheets. I added a couple extra pillows in red satin and some red satin curtains on all four sides.
He dropped his hand and stepped back. Waving his wand, he added a few ever- lasting candles to light the room just a little bit and turned off the overhead light. He then dropped his wand to the floor and slowly undid my robes. They pooled at my feet and I kicked them away. He slipped my sweater vest over my head, avoiding skin-to-skin contact. That was thrown over his shoulder. My tie was tossed somewhere behind me. Slowly he unbuttoned my shirt, first at the cuffs and then down the front, still avoiding skin contact. I closed my eyes in anticipation. He yanked my shirt from my skirt, dropped it to the floor and kicked it carelessly away. Slowly he walked around me and unbuttoned and unzipped my skirt. As it fell to the floor it got caught on the top of my boot. He dropped to his knees and used his teeth to remove it. He stood up and walked around to face me again.
"Come here," he whispered, stepping back a couple steps. I followed, careful not to trip on my robes. He moved to my left, leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Remove the rest yourself." So I unhooked my dark blue demi-bra and slipped out of it as he circled me, watching. It fell from my hands as I went to remove my matching panties. Those were just dropped to the floor and I was standing there in my knee-high black leather boots. "Those, too," he whispered into my right ear. I unzipped one and then the other and kicked them off. My ugly white sports socks were last but they too were removed. Taking a deep breath to prepare himself, he picked me up and laid me on the bed. Sexual imagines poured from his touch and I enjoyed every brief second he touched me. I laid on my back watching him remove his clothes just as slowly as he removed mine. He then stepped up and crawled into the bed with me, still not touching.
He propped his head on a fist and laid on his side. With his free hand he just barely touched my left nipple, making it stand hard and erect. He smiled and did the same to the other one. My senses were working overtime by now and I was mentally lost in heaven just from those two little touches. His smile widen and he straddled my hips, finally touching me. My mind was blown from the mere touch of his legs on mine.