Severus was appalled at Nicole's behavior, to say the least. After seeing
her sickeningly enjoy pain like that, he didn't know what to think about
her. For the past month, he was convinced he was in love with her, but
just a few minutes ago he had realized just how much he didn't know about
her.
He chuckled to himself. 'Of course you didn't know anything about her, just because you stole a kiss from her doesn't mean she loves you back.' His vision was getting blurry. He didn't know what was worse, that he had hurt her, or that she had liked it. Either way, he knew his position in the Death Eaters was limited. Voldemort would see to it that she got a head position, because if someone ever tried to get information out of her, their efforts would be fruitless.
His thoughts drifted back to her in those low rider jeans. He couldn't stay here; he didn't know what kind of monster she was. He stepped out into the cool winter air, over several of his fellow Death Eaters. Someone's car was parked in the driveway. He didn't know much about cars, but he knew enough to realize that this was one of quite good quality. He paused near the left front door, and shrugged. "Why not?" He pulled the handle. Locked. He tried the back door on the left side. It opened gracefully. Muggles certainly made beautiful machines. He climbed in. 'Ah well,' he thought. 'Might as well find some place to sleep tonight.' He snuggled into the leather upholstery comfortably, and thought about Nicole. His tortured eyes slowly closed, and he slipped into troubled dreams.
Back in the house, Nicole was having a dandy old time. Voldemort actually looked human when you drank just enough. Draco was kissing her, but she didn't care. In the morning it would all be over. Tabitha had disappeared into a back room with Draco's father, and she could hear a bed bumping against a wall. Suddenly she realized what she was doing. She pushed Draco away roughly. The amount of drugs and alcohol in her body somehow made her stronger than she had realized, and Draco ended up spiraling through the wall exposing Tabitha and the blonde man in a flurry of fragmented drywall. She muttered an apology and shoved her way outside, trying to ignore the hopeless man and women in the cage. Their daughters had been carried off somewhere; the carpet where they had been was littered with various unsightly stains.
Her wobbling path brought her outside, and the cold air made her realize she had forgotten her coat. She clumsily removed the encumbering robes; they restricted her movements just as the Hogwarts robes had. She bunched them up carefully under her arm; she had enough sense to keep them with her.
As Nicole stumbled out to her car, she realized there would be no way she could drive through the busy streets of Toronto. She had driven drunk before, but navigating Toronto was scary sober. She decided to sleep in the car. Walking around the back, she popped the trunk, and reached in. Bringing out a comfortable blanket and a small backpack, she smiled. She loved being prepared.
She closed the trunk, and walked around to the left side of the car. There, surprised to find the back door unlocked, she jumped when the peaceful sleeping face of Snape greeted her. Sighing, she shook him awake. She knew it was mean to wake him, but it was her car, and she'd be damned if she was going to have to sleep in the front seat. Those things were so uncomfortable! Suddenly, she had an idea.
"Snape," She said when he awoke, as stutter-free as she could muster, "can you drive me home?"
His eyes widened. He had never driven a car before in his life. But, he could make one disapparate. And if people happened to be in it, well he supposed that would work. It could? Right? Nervously he climbed into the front seat, and studied the complicated machine before him. Nicole laughed gently. "You don't know how to drive do you?" She grinned. There was a magical barrier set up five miles in every direction around the house, so they'd have to drive out of it before disapparating. Nicole got out of the car and walked around to the driver's side. Opening the door, the still puzzled Snape looked at her curiously. "I can drive five miles in the country! There's nothing to hit!" She was trying to convince herself more than him.
Nicole got fed up with waiting for him to get out, and pulled him out roughly. "Get in the other side." She said firmly. When he was in, she U- turned roughly, almost putting the car in the ditch. Snape was clearly scared, but didn't say anything. Nicole carefully steered down the driveway onto the highway. The speed limit was 100km. Nicole was never one for rules, she decided 160 was good. Finally, about 2 minutes later they were outside the barrier, and Nicole pulled over.
Bringing his wand out of his robes, Snape held on tightly to the upholstery of the car. Nicole told him where her house was, and a second later, they were parked comfortably on the front lawn. Coincidentally, the butler was located directly under their front tire. He groaned gently, and Nicole quickly put the car into drive, rolled it off of the butler, and parked it, if not a little crookedly, in its correct spot in the garage.
Snape was tending to the bruised and broken butler. A simple healing charm fixed him up better than new, and he levitated him inside. Laying him on a leather couch, he turned to Nicole. "Where do I sleep?"
She bobbed unsteadily. Suddenly the floor came up to meet her, and she almost hit it, but Severus was too fast, he caught her gently, and picked her up. Finding the closest room with a bed and bathroom, he laid her on the bed. She was still awake, fighting sleep with all her might. In a few seconds it would take her. He was overcome with a sense of urgency; he had to let her know how he felt about her before it was too late.
"Nicole, I-I I love you."
She smiled, and then her body went limp.
Severus definitely didn't feel any better for telling her, but at least she hadn't laughed at him.
He chuckled to himself. 'Of course you didn't know anything about her, just because you stole a kiss from her doesn't mean she loves you back.' His vision was getting blurry. He didn't know what was worse, that he had hurt her, or that she had liked it. Either way, he knew his position in the Death Eaters was limited. Voldemort would see to it that she got a head position, because if someone ever tried to get information out of her, their efforts would be fruitless.
His thoughts drifted back to her in those low rider jeans. He couldn't stay here; he didn't know what kind of monster she was. He stepped out into the cool winter air, over several of his fellow Death Eaters. Someone's car was parked in the driveway. He didn't know much about cars, but he knew enough to realize that this was one of quite good quality. He paused near the left front door, and shrugged. "Why not?" He pulled the handle. Locked. He tried the back door on the left side. It opened gracefully. Muggles certainly made beautiful machines. He climbed in. 'Ah well,' he thought. 'Might as well find some place to sleep tonight.' He snuggled into the leather upholstery comfortably, and thought about Nicole. His tortured eyes slowly closed, and he slipped into troubled dreams.
Back in the house, Nicole was having a dandy old time. Voldemort actually looked human when you drank just enough. Draco was kissing her, but she didn't care. In the morning it would all be over. Tabitha had disappeared into a back room with Draco's father, and she could hear a bed bumping against a wall. Suddenly she realized what she was doing. She pushed Draco away roughly. The amount of drugs and alcohol in her body somehow made her stronger than she had realized, and Draco ended up spiraling through the wall exposing Tabitha and the blonde man in a flurry of fragmented drywall. She muttered an apology and shoved her way outside, trying to ignore the hopeless man and women in the cage. Their daughters had been carried off somewhere; the carpet where they had been was littered with various unsightly stains.
Her wobbling path brought her outside, and the cold air made her realize she had forgotten her coat. She clumsily removed the encumbering robes; they restricted her movements just as the Hogwarts robes had. She bunched them up carefully under her arm; she had enough sense to keep them with her.
As Nicole stumbled out to her car, she realized there would be no way she could drive through the busy streets of Toronto. She had driven drunk before, but navigating Toronto was scary sober. She decided to sleep in the car. Walking around the back, she popped the trunk, and reached in. Bringing out a comfortable blanket and a small backpack, she smiled. She loved being prepared.
She closed the trunk, and walked around to the left side of the car. There, surprised to find the back door unlocked, she jumped when the peaceful sleeping face of Snape greeted her. Sighing, she shook him awake. She knew it was mean to wake him, but it was her car, and she'd be damned if she was going to have to sleep in the front seat. Those things were so uncomfortable! Suddenly, she had an idea.
"Snape," She said when he awoke, as stutter-free as she could muster, "can you drive me home?"
His eyes widened. He had never driven a car before in his life. But, he could make one disapparate. And if people happened to be in it, well he supposed that would work. It could? Right? Nervously he climbed into the front seat, and studied the complicated machine before him. Nicole laughed gently. "You don't know how to drive do you?" She grinned. There was a magical barrier set up five miles in every direction around the house, so they'd have to drive out of it before disapparating. Nicole got out of the car and walked around to the driver's side. Opening the door, the still puzzled Snape looked at her curiously. "I can drive five miles in the country! There's nothing to hit!" She was trying to convince herself more than him.
Nicole got fed up with waiting for him to get out, and pulled him out roughly. "Get in the other side." She said firmly. When he was in, she U- turned roughly, almost putting the car in the ditch. Snape was clearly scared, but didn't say anything. Nicole carefully steered down the driveway onto the highway. The speed limit was 100km. Nicole was never one for rules, she decided 160 was good. Finally, about 2 minutes later they were outside the barrier, and Nicole pulled over.
Bringing his wand out of his robes, Snape held on tightly to the upholstery of the car. Nicole told him where her house was, and a second later, they were parked comfortably on the front lawn. Coincidentally, the butler was located directly under their front tire. He groaned gently, and Nicole quickly put the car into drive, rolled it off of the butler, and parked it, if not a little crookedly, in its correct spot in the garage.
Snape was tending to the bruised and broken butler. A simple healing charm fixed him up better than new, and he levitated him inside. Laying him on a leather couch, he turned to Nicole. "Where do I sleep?"
She bobbed unsteadily. Suddenly the floor came up to meet her, and she almost hit it, but Severus was too fast, he caught her gently, and picked her up. Finding the closest room with a bed and bathroom, he laid her on the bed. She was still awake, fighting sleep with all her might. In a few seconds it would take her. He was overcome with a sense of urgency; he had to let her know how he felt about her before it was too late.
"Nicole, I-I I love you."
She smiled, and then her body went limp.
Severus definitely didn't feel any better for telling her, but at least she hadn't laughed at him.