Hogwarts Gets Wild!
Machiavella of Kingsport
Chapter 4: Secret Lusts…Continued
Draco glanced over at Pansy during potions class. "Hey, Pansy," he whispered, nudging her. Meanwhile he kept his hands busy grinding up fennel seeds for his engorgement potion. Pansy did not answer. He rolled his eyes, shook his head, and tried again. "Pansy!"
All he got in response was a passionate sigh. Then, he found her brown eyes, and followed her gaze to the front of the room, where stood Professor Snape, sitting at his desk, writing on papers, and smiling—smiling?—to himself. Draco looked at Pansy. He looked at Snape. He looked at Pansy's slack jaw. He looked at Snape. He looked at the string of drool already flowing to a collecting puddle in front of Pansy on her desk. He looked back at Snape. Oh, sick! He thought, and shook his head again. "Hey! Pansy!" he fairly shouted, waving a hand frantically in front of her face. Many eyes turned toward him, and then immediately to Pansy, who, while still drooling, was also blushing deep crimson and hastening to wipe off her mouth.
"What? What? What is it, Draco?" Her eyes were wide, as though she had just been woken from an intense dream. Draco shuddered to think what that dream might have been. God! And Snape was his head of house! Oh, so wrong! He composed himself though, and kept from bursting into wild laughter.
"I was just wondering how fine we have to cut up the willow root."
"Well, I don't know…Let me check my notebook…" Pansy turned to get her backpack and unzipped the top, slow as cold molasses in January. Extracting a large, bright pink notebook covered in doodles and hearts (Draco quickly shut his eyes and looked away, only opening his eyes again to watch her leaf through the book), Pansy flipped through the cluttered notes of her binder. "Oh, geez, I can't find it…oh, geez…"
"Well, it might help if you stopped staring at the wall over there and looked at what you were flipping through!" Draco muttered, being careful not to utter Snape's name. Draco went low, but not below the belt…
Pansy continued to search, and while she did so, three leaves of parchment slipped silently out and onto the floor. Draco smoothly picked them off the floor.
"Oh, Pansy, never mind, here it is, thanks," Draco interrupted, skimming quickly over the page, where it said, 'chop willow roots finely as though to mince'. "Mind if I keep these a bit? I might need them again."
Pansy furrowed her brow in contemplation, as though trying to remember something, and then waved her hand carelessly in decision. "No, I don't think I have anything important on those, just give them back to me sometime this year."
"Sure." Draco pulled his willow root closer to him and began to dice it finely, when he accidentally knocked over his tiny beaker of dragon spittle. The slightly reddish liquid spread over the parchment that Pansy had given him. "Oh, crap…" He righted the beaker, and then raised his hand. "Professor Snape? I need another beaker of dragon saliva."
Snape raised his head slowly and looked at Draco, then silkily rose from his seat and picked a full beaker off the front table and bore it down the aisle to Draco's seat. "There you go. Try not to spill anymore"—He was interrupted by Harry Potter. Draco glared, and then went back to his willow root.
"Please, Professor, how fine should I chop this willow root?"
"You figure it out, big shot," Snape spat, and then swept back up to his desk. Draco chuckled, and then, took another glance at Pansy's parchment…where the spit had soaked through, he saw more writing. He flipped it over, and then a smirk crossed his face as he shot sideways glances at Pansy. Oh, my god, this is just too good…Secretly he stuffed the parchment into his robe pocket. I'll save this for bed time reading, I think…
Draco could hardly contain himself throughout lunch and the rest of his classes. He dared not tell anyone, afraid it would get to Pansy and she'd take the parchment back. Oh, this was too good…too good…He ran straight to his dorm room and changed into his pajamas right after quidditch practice and hopped into bed, pulled out the sheafs of parchment. Lighting his wand ("Lumos!"), he began to read:
Dear Severus,
You are the one and only man of my dreams. I worship every part of you from your sensual black eyes to the very lint in your bellybutton.Severus, I have made up my mind…I love you! I am prepared to spend the rest of my life with you. Your dark, dirty mind is what ensnares my heart and binds me eternally to you. O, say to me the words I long so much to hear! Say that you love me! Ever since I first saw you smile last week my heart has been beating wildly like that of a rabbit caught in a trap…Severus, say that you feel for me what I feel for you.
Your Faithful Servant,
Pansy P. ParkinsonDear Severus,
My love for you is like the green waves upon the ocean, never-ending and eternal. My heart aches and burns for you like the hungry ravenous fire. My soul reaches for you like so many lustful hands…My mind spins blindly with love like a merry-go-round…
If only you would look at me softly and full of desire as I stare at you; If only you just felt the same way.
At this point age does not matter to me. You may get old while I am still young, but it will be sexy…like a vampire.
O, my heart's desire, hold me, touch me, kiss me, fondle me! I am but your loyal dog, your willing playtoy…all I ask from you is love! Grant me this one wish!
I Remain Your Faithful Servant,
Pansy P. Parkinson
Draco could hardly contain his laughter. He clamped a hand tightly over his mouth as tears leaked out of his eyes. Oh how gross, yet…so entertaining! And though he thought they were lower in status than he as wizards, he had the perfect idea just who to show it to!
TO BE CONTINUED…
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry, I know this was short…but I really wanted to post tonight…or should I say, this morning…and I could only type for so long before daddy wakes up…hehe…well. New chapter soon, I promise!—Machiavella of Kingsport, a.k.a. Nicoli. E-mail me: nicoli@kiwibox.com.