Chapter Nine
Consuela trailed gracefully after him through the doors, out onto the balcony. She glanced absently at the enchanted scenery around her. It was like inside, snowing frozen, yet unique flakes of heaven and it was cold. This contrasted with the immense heat of all the bodies inside and Consuela began shivering immensely, due to the lack of fabric she was wearing. Severus noticed this and immediately removed his jacket. He let her reach the edge of the balcony and walked slowly up behind her. He lowered the jacket upon her shoulders enticingly and she could feel the heat emanating from it.
"Thank you," she whispered.
Severus wrapped his arms around her and whispered in her ear simply, "are you warm enough?"
Consuela looked up into his deep, black eyes and whispered: "as long as I'm with you."
Snape smiled slightly, and watched as Consuela closed her eyes and rested her head against his shoulder. Basking in his warm presence, she could not recall a time when she felt more at home than with his arms draped around her and his body pressed against her back. She was about to say something, or perhaps even press her lips to his (she hadn't decided yet), when once again they were interrupted, and again, it was Draco. This time though, he seemed to care only for the fact that there were people there. He scanned the balcony, spotted them and left, particularly annoyed and disappointed.
"Damn! Why are they here? This is a night for students for Merlin's sake!" Draco thought. He glanced once more around the Great Hall, seeing Pansy Parkinson, surrounded by the rest of her empty-headed fools, or friends as she referred to them. Although normally, he would have preferred to dance with a Slytherin, he thought he'd have a little fun tonight. He spotted Granger across the room and headed towards her.
"Fancy seeing you here Granger. I'm surprised you even showed up. No homework tonight?" He said smartly. She merely sipped her punch and turned to walk away. Draco grabbed her arm forcefully in a sudden primal surge. "Not so fast, Granger."
What the hell does he want? Hermione thought to herself. She didn't want to get upset tonight. All she wanted was to have an enjoyable evening and maybe dance with someone nice. "Who knows?" She had thought earlier, "maybe I'll even meet my future love." She laughed inwardly at how the fates had decided to turn things. She looked up into Draco's blue-gray eyes and saw something within them. She couldn't place it, and was pondering over it when he grabbed her arm, and pulled her towards him. Why am I letting him do this? she thought angrily.
"Care for a dance, Granger?"
"I -" She was cut off by a violent shove away from Draco.
"What in the bleeding hell do you think you're doing Malfoy?" Harry said with contempt blazing in his green eyes.
"I was awaiting an answer from her." He said, indicating that Hermione was the 'her' he was referring to.
"Well I can already tell you that any answer to anything you have to say or have suggested will be no. I recommend you leave now, and go where you're wanted? All your Slytherin suck-ups are waiting for you," Harry said, pointing an arm in the direction of Pansy and her 'friends', who were staring at them.
Draco merely shrugged and walked away. He smirked devilishly as he headed towards Pansy. It would have been even better if he' d seen us dancing together. I wonder how far I could get her to go with me. Maybe I could Potter to walk in on his mudblood whore being exactly that, a whore, he thought, his smirk deepening.
He asked Pansy to dance and was at once smooshed against her body in grind. She of course was enjoying this very much, Draco on the other hand, felt it to be entirely empty.
Consuela relaxed as she saw Draco leave. Severus tightened his grasp on her and swung her around to face him. "No mistletoe this time," he said. Consuela chuckled quietly when she thought back to their last kiss, when they were covered in pumpkin juice and cranberry sauce, but her laughter was soon cut short when Severus lowered his lips slowly and sensuously towards hers. Consuela let her eyes slide shut and was immediately swept from reality in a slow and deep kiss. When they finally parted, gasping for breath, they looked searchingly into each other's eyes, both knowing at that point where the evening was headed.
Dumbledore was doing the mean funky chicken that he was known for when he saw the two heading across the dance floor. Each had a similar mist about their eyes that let him know exactly what was on each of their minds. He silently congratulated them. They had finally realized what was meant for them. Now, he thought, if only two others would realize what was meant for them.
Consuela and Severus took their time crossing the floor, neither wanting to rush this and both knew that it was going to be and had to be something special; something that they would remember (though neither doubted that they would forget it). They emerged from the Great Hall with a gust of air following them that blew miniscule snowflakes out into the hallway. They headed down the corridor, neither sure of where they were going only that it was the right way. Finally, they reached a door, which was plain and identical to all the other doors, though it seemed different somehow. Severus turned the knob and swung the door open. Neither recognized the room at first, but later Snape would realize that this was the Room of Requirement.
The room was decorated with an ornately gigantic bed; it's purpose quite obvious at this point. Although, there was also a voluptuous looking couch and, Snape noted, a thick, plush carpet on the floor. He smiled to himself, knowing that each of these spots looked perfectly comfortable for the activities the two were about to partake in.
Wasting no time, Snape picked Consuela up in his arms and she made no attempt to fight it, she had no desire to deny what was about to take place. She kissed Severus as he carried over to the bed and lowered her onto it gently. The room was dark but was lit by several floating candles hovering about the room. Severus was able to make out Consuela's face; her soft features complimented by the glow of the candles and noticed that she looked entirely peacefully laying there. He removed her shoes first, idly tossing them aside and hearing them drop to the floor with a loud 'thump'. Then he turned his attentions to the pink satin dress Consuela was wearing.
"Pink isn't a very good Christmas colour, is it, Professor Gracewell?" Snape teased. Consuela raised one perfectly shapen eyebrow and smiled coyly.
"I guess not, Professor Snape, you should do away with it as quickly as you can." Snape didn't need to be told twice. The dress sooned joined Consuela's shoes on the floor, in a puddle of pink fabric.
Snape let his eyes travel down the length of Consuela's body, noting her nicely shaped breasts, toned stomach and legs, and strong, fit arms. She's perfect, he thought.
"You're perfect," he told her. She smiled softly, and kissed Snape tenderly, exploring his mouth, while she unbuttoned his suit and let it rest with her dress on the floor. Finally, when the two were both completely unclothed, Severus looked deeply into Consuela's blue eyes, and stroked her cheek.
"I've been thinking about this for longer than you can imagine," he confided in her. Consuela giggled, and ran her hands through Snape's black hair.
"You're a naughty boy, Professor Snape." And with that said, the two made love well into the night and in the early morning, making use of the bed, couch, and carpet, before finally becoming so exhausted they could barely move. Before allowing themselves to sink into the mattress and fall into a deep slumber, Consuela kissed Severus one last time.
"Still hate this holiday?" she asked.
"I have a feeling that I'm going to enjoy it a lot more in future years," he stated. Consuela chuckled sleepily.
"Happy Christmas, Severus," she whispered.
"Happy Christmas Consuela," he replied, before pulling her into his arms.
Consuela trailed gracefully after him through the doors, out onto the balcony. She glanced absently at the enchanted scenery around her. It was like inside, snowing frozen, yet unique flakes of heaven and it was cold. This contrasted with the immense heat of all the bodies inside and Consuela began shivering immensely, due to the lack of fabric she was wearing. Severus noticed this and immediately removed his jacket. He let her reach the edge of the balcony and walked slowly up behind her. He lowered the jacket upon her shoulders enticingly and she could feel the heat emanating from it.
"Thank you," she whispered.
Severus wrapped his arms around her and whispered in her ear simply, "are you warm enough?"
Consuela looked up into his deep, black eyes and whispered: "as long as I'm with you."
Snape smiled slightly, and watched as Consuela closed her eyes and rested her head against his shoulder. Basking in his warm presence, she could not recall a time when she felt more at home than with his arms draped around her and his body pressed against her back. She was about to say something, or perhaps even press her lips to his (she hadn't decided yet), when once again they were interrupted, and again, it was Draco. This time though, he seemed to care only for the fact that there were people there. He scanned the balcony, spotted them and left, particularly annoyed and disappointed.
"Damn! Why are they here? This is a night for students for Merlin's sake!" Draco thought. He glanced once more around the Great Hall, seeing Pansy Parkinson, surrounded by the rest of her empty-headed fools, or friends as she referred to them. Although normally, he would have preferred to dance with a Slytherin, he thought he'd have a little fun tonight. He spotted Granger across the room and headed towards her.
"Fancy seeing you here Granger. I'm surprised you even showed up. No homework tonight?" He said smartly. She merely sipped her punch and turned to walk away. Draco grabbed her arm forcefully in a sudden primal surge. "Not so fast, Granger."
What the hell does he want? Hermione thought to herself. She didn't want to get upset tonight. All she wanted was to have an enjoyable evening and maybe dance with someone nice. "Who knows?" She had thought earlier, "maybe I'll even meet my future love." She laughed inwardly at how the fates had decided to turn things. She looked up into Draco's blue-gray eyes and saw something within them. She couldn't place it, and was pondering over it when he grabbed her arm, and pulled her towards him. Why am I letting him do this? she thought angrily.
"Care for a dance, Granger?"
"I -" She was cut off by a violent shove away from Draco.
"What in the bleeding hell do you think you're doing Malfoy?" Harry said with contempt blazing in his green eyes.
"I was awaiting an answer from her." He said, indicating that Hermione was the 'her' he was referring to.
"Well I can already tell you that any answer to anything you have to say or have suggested will be no. I recommend you leave now, and go where you're wanted? All your Slytherin suck-ups are waiting for you," Harry said, pointing an arm in the direction of Pansy and her 'friends', who were staring at them.
Draco merely shrugged and walked away. He smirked devilishly as he headed towards Pansy. It would have been even better if he' d seen us dancing together. I wonder how far I could get her to go with me. Maybe I could Potter to walk in on his mudblood whore being exactly that, a whore, he thought, his smirk deepening.
He asked Pansy to dance and was at once smooshed against her body in grind. She of course was enjoying this very much, Draco on the other hand, felt it to be entirely empty.
Consuela relaxed as she saw Draco leave. Severus tightened his grasp on her and swung her around to face him. "No mistletoe this time," he said. Consuela chuckled quietly when she thought back to their last kiss, when they were covered in pumpkin juice and cranberry sauce, but her laughter was soon cut short when Severus lowered his lips slowly and sensuously towards hers. Consuela let her eyes slide shut and was immediately swept from reality in a slow and deep kiss. When they finally parted, gasping for breath, they looked searchingly into each other's eyes, both knowing at that point where the evening was headed.
Dumbledore was doing the mean funky chicken that he was known for when he saw the two heading across the dance floor. Each had a similar mist about their eyes that let him know exactly what was on each of their minds. He silently congratulated them. They had finally realized what was meant for them. Now, he thought, if only two others would realize what was meant for them.
Consuela and Severus took their time crossing the floor, neither wanting to rush this and both knew that it was going to be and had to be something special; something that they would remember (though neither doubted that they would forget it). They emerged from the Great Hall with a gust of air following them that blew miniscule snowflakes out into the hallway. They headed down the corridor, neither sure of where they were going only that it was the right way. Finally, they reached a door, which was plain and identical to all the other doors, though it seemed different somehow. Severus turned the knob and swung the door open. Neither recognized the room at first, but later Snape would realize that this was the Room of Requirement.
The room was decorated with an ornately gigantic bed; it's purpose quite obvious at this point. Although, there was also a voluptuous looking couch and, Snape noted, a thick, plush carpet on the floor. He smiled to himself, knowing that each of these spots looked perfectly comfortable for the activities the two were about to partake in.
Wasting no time, Snape picked Consuela up in his arms and she made no attempt to fight it, she had no desire to deny what was about to take place. She kissed Severus as he carried over to the bed and lowered her onto it gently. The room was dark but was lit by several floating candles hovering about the room. Severus was able to make out Consuela's face; her soft features complimented by the glow of the candles and noticed that she looked entirely peacefully laying there. He removed her shoes first, idly tossing them aside and hearing them drop to the floor with a loud 'thump'. Then he turned his attentions to the pink satin dress Consuela was wearing.
"Pink isn't a very good Christmas colour, is it, Professor Gracewell?" Snape teased. Consuela raised one perfectly shapen eyebrow and smiled coyly.
"I guess not, Professor Snape, you should do away with it as quickly as you can." Snape didn't need to be told twice. The dress sooned joined Consuela's shoes on the floor, in a puddle of pink fabric.
Snape let his eyes travel down the length of Consuela's body, noting her nicely shaped breasts, toned stomach and legs, and strong, fit arms. She's perfect, he thought.
"You're perfect," he told her. She smiled softly, and kissed Snape tenderly, exploring his mouth, while she unbuttoned his suit and let it rest with her dress on the floor. Finally, when the two were both completely unclothed, Severus looked deeply into Consuela's blue eyes, and stroked her cheek.
"I've been thinking about this for longer than you can imagine," he confided in her. Consuela giggled, and ran her hands through Snape's black hair.
"You're a naughty boy, Professor Snape." And with that said, the two made love well into the night and in the early morning, making use of the bed, couch, and carpet, before finally becoming so exhausted they could barely move. Before allowing themselves to sink into the mattress and fall into a deep slumber, Consuela kissed Severus one last time.
"Still hate this holiday?" she asked.
"I have a feeling that I'm going to enjoy it a lot more in future years," he stated. Consuela chuckled sleepily.
"Happy Christmas, Severus," she whispered.
"Happy Christmas Consuela," he replied, before pulling her into his arms.