Random Stupidity
by Ethra Esme
A/N: It's not Colonel Brandon! :P
Chapter Twenty Two
The Continuing Destruction of Draco Malfoy's Psyche
And so, time went on in Hogwarts castle. Harry Potter, who was now suffering from perpetual detentions, had moved on from his crush on Ethra. His affections had obviously waned and turned, to whom no one was certain.
Ethra was happy to be in the new groundskeeper, Mark St.Marksman's class. She soon found out, however, that though he was good looking- I mean, REALLY good looking- he was, well...no Severus. She had indeed formed an attatchment to the grump.
August segwayed (interesting spelling, no?) into September, and the weather began to turn cooler, the days shorter.
Ethra went around very happy indeed, as the place that she had come from (though little she could remember about it now) had two seasons- hot and not as hot.
She now spent quite a bit of time outside. Professor St.Marksman sometimes let Ethra ride his steed, as all other animals kept at Hogwarts were quite too dangerous for riding. Back at home (her real home-the magical home), she remembered she had quite a few horses, which weren't as "exciting" as one may deem unicorns, but were at least not impossible to ride. This unicorn was quite easy to ride, though, and St. Marksman explained that it was because it was half horse itself.
One of Ethra's favourite pastimes became trying to run over the first and second years on the grounds when teachers weren't looking. I mean, she was a Slytherin for a reason, right?
One night after curfew, Ethra ventured from her chambers(for she had moved back in with the Slytherins) to go find Severus. She wandered down to the dungeons and found him having sex with a student!
Not really.
She wandered down, and saw a light shining out from his office. She knocked softly.
"Go away." She heard a growl from inside. She opened the door and stepped into the dim chamber, dislighting her wand and placing it in her back pocket.
Severus looked up. It seemed he was indeed trying to look annoyed, but he had formed, perhaps, some sort of small attatchment to Ms. Esme. Maybe.
"Haven't you listened to Mad Eye about blowing off a buttocks? You of all people should heed that warning, given your propensity for falling down and running into things."
"Bite me." She curled her lip at him.
His eyes deepened and he stood up slowly. Ethra looked at him quizzically, but his face betrayed no emotion. He swept silently and quickly around his desk, moving toward her manacingly. She backed up, into the door, and quickly put her wand on a desk beside her, so as not to actually blow her ass off.
She then looked quickly back up at Severus, who had gotten very close to her indeed. And suddenly, she knew.
She glared at him. "You wouldn't." She murmered.
And then he struck. He pushed her up against the door and tilted his head, striking her neck. He bit uncomfortably hard, and she yelped, trying to push him off.
"Bastard. Gerroff!"
He wouldn't budge. He straightened up and looked down at her, glaring. "You should be careful what you wish for."
"What kind of mood are you in?" She asked him, rubbing her neck. "Ew. Spit."
He tilted his head up slightly, looking down his protrudent nose at her. "I think it would be only too easy to guess."
She pushed him out of the way, taking him by surprise as she picked up her wand and put it behind her ear. She raised an eyebrow at him.
"You've been a real ass to me the last couple weeks." She crossed her arms, leaning against a desk.
"I have not." He argued simply.
"Yes, you have. And you gave me a "D" on my last test assignment."
"You are horrid at Potions."
"I am not!"
He moved closer to her again. "If you would pay attention, I know you would do fabulously at Potions. You got straight A's when we were discussing "useful poisons"."
"Well, teach something interesting!"
His lip twitched.
Draco Malfoy walked silently toward Professor Snape's classroom. Having his faith renewed in his beloved teacher-his father told him about the TRUE relationship between he and Ethra Esme-, he was quite looking forward to seeing him again. He had in his hand a sealed and bewitched letter, owled from his father. It would look too suspicious to owl straight from Malfoy to Snape, so Draco was sometimes used as a go-between. And this letter was very important.
Seeing the light on under the Potions classroom's door, he turned the knob and walked in.
It looked at first as though the Professor was attacking Esme. He had her pinned down hard against one of the long potions desks, her arms held fast by the wrists, slightly above her head, and he was straddling her legs. It was all very catlike and agressive.
Draco moved back out the door, closing it until just a crack was left open. He spied through.
"Well, you ARE in a mood tonight, aren't you?" Ethra asked, trying to bring up her arms. Nothing. He was too strong for her. He said nothing and dropped his lips to her neck. "Hey! No fair! How do you know-"
"Your most sensitive of places?" He mumbled, looking up at her. "Call it a...talent."
She struggled to get up, but only managed to lift her face toward his. He met her halfway and kissed her animalistically.
Heh heh heh...I mean...yeah.
He did have somewhat hard lips, and on his breath was some sort of bitterness, but it was nice, and it was...real. For such a cold man with such a cold heart and touch, his breath was unbearably hot. This was the only time she had seen him breathe heavily at all.
A noise suddenly broke their kiss. Ethra looked at the door, as Severus did. They had both heard it.
Severus quickly dismounted and ran toward the door, flinging it open. Nothing. Ethra sat up and Severus ran into the hallway. He came back shortly, carrying a brownish envelope.
"Malfoy." He said simply. He opened the envelope, examining the letter. Ethra got up and moved toward him, but he held the letter up from her.
"You should stay in my chambers tonight."
"No. Not if you won't tell me-"
"I CAN'T tell you." He growled. "Just GO."
by Ethra Esme
A/N: It's not Colonel Brandon! :P
Chapter Twenty Two
The Continuing Destruction of Draco Malfoy's Psyche
And so, time went on in Hogwarts castle. Harry Potter, who was now suffering from perpetual detentions, had moved on from his crush on Ethra. His affections had obviously waned and turned, to whom no one was certain.
Ethra was happy to be in the new groundskeeper, Mark St.Marksman's class. She soon found out, however, that though he was good looking- I mean, REALLY good looking- he was, well...no Severus. She had indeed formed an attatchment to the grump.
August segwayed (interesting spelling, no?) into September, and the weather began to turn cooler, the days shorter.
Ethra went around very happy indeed, as the place that she had come from (though little she could remember about it now) had two seasons- hot and not as hot.
She now spent quite a bit of time outside. Professor St.Marksman sometimes let Ethra ride his steed, as all other animals kept at Hogwarts were quite too dangerous for riding. Back at home (her real home-the magical home), she remembered she had quite a few horses, which weren't as "exciting" as one may deem unicorns, but were at least not impossible to ride. This unicorn was quite easy to ride, though, and St. Marksman explained that it was because it was half horse itself.
One of Ethra's favourite pastimes became trying to run over the first and second years on the grounds when teachers weren't looking. I mean, she was a Slytherin for a reason, right?
One night after curfew, Ethra ventured from her chambers(for she had moved back in with the Slytherins) to go find Severus. She wandered down to the dungeons and found him having sex with a student!
Not really.
She wandered down, and saw a light shining out from his office. She knocked softly.
"Go away." She heard a growl from inside. She opened the door and stepped into the dim chamber, dislighting her wand and placing it in her back pocket.
Severus looked up. It seemed he was indeed trying to look annoyed, but he had formed, perhaps, some sort of small attatchment to Ms. Esme. Maybe.
"Haven't you listened to Mad Eye about blowing off a buttocks? You of all people should heed that warning, given your propensity for falling down and running into things."
"Bite me." She curled her lip at him.
His eyes deepened and he stood up slowly. Ethra looked at him quizzically, but his face betrayed no emotion. He swept silently and quickly around his desk, moving toward her manacingly. She backed up, into the door, and quickly put her wand on a desk beside her, so as not to actually blow her ass off.
She then looked quickly back up at Severus, who had gotten very close to her indeed. And suddenly, she knew.
She glared at him. "You wouldn't." She murmered.
And then he struck. He pushed her up against the door and tilted his head, striking her neck. He bit uncomfortably hard, and she yelped, trying to push him off.
"Bastard. Gerroff!"
He wouldn't budge. He straightened up and looked down at her, glaring. "You should be careful what you wish for."
"What kind of mood are you in?" She asked him, rubbing her neck. "Ew. Spit."
He tilted his head up slightly, looking down his protrudent nose at her. "I think it would be only too easy to guess."
She pushed him out of the way, taking him by surprise as she picked up her wand and put it behind her ear. She raised an eyebrow at him.
"You've been a real ass to me the last couple weeks." She crossed her arms, leaning against a desk.
"I have not." He argued simply.
"Yes, you have. And you gave me a "D" on my last test assignment."
"You are horrid at Potions."
"I am not!"
He moved closer to her again. "If you would pay attention, I know you would do fabulously at Potions. You got straight A's when we were discussing "useful poisons"."
"Well, teach something interesting!"
His lip twitched.
Draco Malfoy walked silently toward Professor Snape's classroom. Having his faith renewed in his beloved teacher-his father told him about the TRUE relationship between he and Ethra Esme-, he was quite looking forward to seeing him again. He had in his hand a sealed and bewitched letter, owled from his father. It would look too suspicious to owl straight from Malfoy to Snape, so Draco was sometimes used as a go-between. And this letter was very important.
Seeing the light on under the Potions classroom's door, he turned the knob and walked in.
It looked at first as though the Professor was attacking Esme. He had her pinned down hard against one of the long potions desks, her arms held fast by the wrists, slightly above her head, and he was straddling her legs. It was all very catlike and agressive.
Draco moved back out the door, closing it until just a crack was left open. He spied through.
"Well, you ARE in a mood tonight, aren't you?" Ethra asked, trying to bring up her arms. Nothing. He was too strong for her. He said nothing and dropped his lips to her neck. "Hey! No fair! How do you know-"
"Your most sensitive of places?" He mumbled, looking up at her. "Call it a...talent."
She struggled to get up, but only managed to lift her face toward his. He met her halfway and kissed her animalistically.
Heh heh heh...I mean...yeah.
He did have somewhat hard lips, and on his breath was some sort of bitterness, but it was nice, and it was...real. For such a cold man with such a cold heart and touch, his breath was unbearably hot. This was the only time she had seen him breathe heavily at all.
A noise suddenly broke their kiss. Ethra looked at the door, as Severus did. They had both heard it.
Severus quickly dismounted and ran toward the door, flinging it open. Nothing. Ethra sat up and Severus ran into the hallway. He came back shortly, carrying a brownish envelope.
"Malfoy." He said simply. He opened the envelope, examining the letter. Ethra got up and moved toward him, but he held the letter up from her.
"You should stay in my chambers tonight."
"No. Not if you won't tell me-"
"I CAN'T tell you." He growled. "Just GO."