Dear All, I hope you all had wonderful Christmases. I am supposed to be going away for a week on Thursday, but there is a big chance of it being cancelled, so you'll either have the next update next week or in two weekends. Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed 'Christmas Carol'.

None of you liked Genevieve? Oh dear, I wonder why?

Thanks once again to my betareader JessiokaFroka who didn't even mind my sending her chapters to check during Christmas week. What a star!

I hope you enjoy what happens next...

Chapter Twelve

LADIES, GENTLEMEN AND WENCHES


"Have they gone?" she said, leaning up on her elbow as he came into the bedroom an hour or so later. She was still dressed and lying on top of the covers on the bed.

"Yes, although your mother showed great reluctance. The Minister and the Headmaster are walking her back to her rooms."

"I'm sorry - I just couldn't face her again tonight."

"They all accepted my excuse that you had succumbed to a headache." He sat on the edge of the bed and began stroking her thigh.

"Don't," she said quietly, moving his hand away. She sniffed and tears stung her eyes. Never, ever had she invisaged a time when his touch would make her feel nauseous.

He looked at her for a moment and then settled down beside her, turning her face to him. "I would have been fourteen," he said gently, obviously reading her thoughts. "And I can assure you, sex at that time was a strictly solitary activity."

She smiled as she closed her eyes. "I'm sorry. Of course you're not my... But why did she have to talk such crap during the whole dinner? Just steaming through everyone's sensibilities like that? And all that talk about the
difference in our ages - that wasn't just an observation you know. If you hadn't noticed-"

"There was a particular attention being paid to me, yes."

"Flirting wasn't the word - she was practically devouring you."

He smirked. "Rest assured, my body was not the main interest."

"You mean she's a gold-digger? Yes, I gathered as much." She grinned at him and stroked his hair. "I'd much prefer your body."

"Really?" He put his arm around her waist and pulled her to him.

She kissed him. "I suppose you accumulated your fortune on the gambling tables in Las Vegas?" she teased.

"Only the first few million," he said, busy kissing her face and neck. "The bulk of my fortune comes from my salary as a teacher."

"A gentleman of such wealth," she said, unbuttoning his tunic and sliding her hand inside. "Would surely need servants at his beck and call." She felt the warmth of his skin through the white cotton of his shirt as she began undoing those buttons.

"Possibly," he said, watching her with interest.

"In particular," she pulled open the shirt, pushed him over onto his back and sat astride him, kissing his chest. "A serving-girl who would have to do your bidding, satisfy your every whim."

"Know you of such a wench?"

"Aye, Sir, I do." She wriggled, feeling his hardness through her panties and closed her eyes in desire.

"Would this wench remove her dress in such a fashion as to bring to mind an incident down by the lake last July?"

"I believe she would."

Andi put a hand behind her back and undid the buttons on her dress. Taking the dress off her shoulders, she slowly lowered the bodice, taking time to caress her breasts as her hands passed over them.

Are you watching me, Professor?

Crossing her arms, she hitched up each side of the dress and pulled it up over her head, stretching her arms to full-length above her as she did.

When he failed to touch her, she realised he was waiting for a further reminder of that night. She stroked her hands down her neck, down her throat until she was caressing her breasts once more, running her thumbs over her nipples until she threw back her head and sighed with pleasure. She felt a small movement between her legs and knew he was enjoying watching her.

Arching her back she moved her fingers teasingly down her body to between her legs, stroking herself through her lace panties. She felt his thumb join hers and then dip underneath the lace and continue to her wetness, stroking her until she began quivering with the beginnings of orgasm.

"Perhaps the wench has forgotten her Master?"

"Never, Sir," she gasped.

Her fingers teased him through the cloth of his trousers before snapping open the buttons of his fly and releasing him.

"Remove all clothing," he commanded, taking his fingers from her underwear.

"Yes, Sir."

She followed his orders, finishing by dragging his trousers and underwear off over his feet.

"You may now kiss your way back up," he told her.

A moment or two passed as she did just that, pausing halfway for a little detailed attention...

"Enough!" he gasped.

She stopped what she was doing and looked at him. He guided her face back up to his.

"And now, wench, I mean to have you, as I should have had you out by the lake last summer."

He pushed her back onto the bed and tumbled between her thighs. She raised her legs and crossed them over his back, giving him deeper access and wrapping all four limbs around him.

Already she could feel the stirrings of her climax. She clutched him and he groaned as she tightened her internal muscles around him, gripping him harder, making herself as tight as possible.

"I...I gave no permission...for that particular... administration..."

"The...Master is not...pleased?"

"The Master is...very pleased," he gasped, thrusting harder and deeper. "The Master is coming...

His words ignited her, brought her to her own blazing climax.

"Andrea!" he cried, almost desperately as she gave her final cry.

He had only said her name at one other such moment; the very first time they had made love. For some reason, hearing it again as he climaxed brought emotions buzzing to the surface. She hugged him closer as they both returned to earth, tears rolling down her face.

"Severus," she mouthed silently into his hair. "I love you."

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"Oh, Darling - are you feeling better?"

Andi had emerged from the bedroom the next morning to find Genevieve swooping in through the main door, her cashmere coat hung over her shoulders. She put down a Louis Vutton valise and took Andi's arm with
both hands.

"Such a shame you couldn't rejoin us for dinner; we had a delightful evening didn't we, Severus?"

"Indeed," he said, giving Genevieve a little bow. "The latter part in particular I found very agreeable."

Assuming he meant her company, Genevieve's eyes twinkled with delight.

Andi bowed her head to hide her smile.

"Andrea, darling," Genevieve embraced her daughter. "Now that I've found you I do not intend to lose you. Be sure to write regularly and tell me all your news."

"I'll try, but we are rather busy - end of term and all that," she said, quickly.

"Tch, you teachers! Now I must love you and leave you. I have to be in Wiltshire by noon."

"Wiltshire?" Severus' head snapped up. Andi looked at him, wondering why he was suddenly so alert.

"Yes. I have a ladies' luncheon to attend. The Malfoy Mansion - do you know it?"

Andi looked from Severus to her mother and back again, suddenly worried.

"I do," he said slowly, looking carefully at Genevieve. "May I ask how you know Narcissa Malfoy?"

"Oh, I don't, but she was sweet enough to invite me through a mutual friend. As I say, invitations are simply pouring in now people know I am the Minister's daughter." She threw up her hands dramatically. "Suddenly I am a VIP! Such a shame about her husband. I mean, by all accounts he's a bit of a rogue - what man isn't? - but to lock him up in Azkaban! Anyway, I must fly-"

"Do you possess a wand?"

She turned to Severus, startled, and then smiled. "Why yes I do, but really it's only for cosmetic reasons. I usually leave the magic business to the men."

"You don't know any spells?" asked Andi, picking up Severus' concern.

"Anton insisted I learn a few spells in case I needed to defend myself 'in the big city'. I don't actually use them."

"Erm, Genevieve...Mother..." stuttered Andi, reluctant to call her anything, but needing her favour. "Would you...would you write to me and tell me all about your luncheon? I'd be very interested."

Genevieve gave her a delighted smile. "Why yes, of course I will, Darling. I do so hope we can be friends."
She turned. "Severus, I'm so happy to have met you, I shall make it my business to ensure we meet again very soon." She offered her hand to be kissed, which he did. Genevieve's eyes shone with delight and Andi actually saw her mother stroke her thumb over the back of his hand. "Now I really must go - goodbye my darlings. Have fun."

She left, leaving a cloud of Christian Dior behind.

Severus and Andi walked back to the table.

"What are you thinking?" she asked him.

"I am wondering why Narcissa is suddenly courting a half-blood."

"She is the Minister's daughter. Perhaps she thinks Genevieve might be a useful contact."

"Yes..."

"But...?"

"Useful or not, Narcissa would still be reluctant to make the acquaintance of a half-blood...unless she knew your mother was coming here to see you."

"Why is Narcissa interested in me?"

"Because of your association with me. We now know it was she who leaked the story to the newspaper."

"What's it to her if we're together? Is she an old flame or something? A bunny-boiler?"

"A what?" He stared at her, uncomprehending.

Andi laughed. "Is she an old girlfriend?"

"Certainly not. I am not going to dismiss the idea that she is keeping an eye on us, is all, and in light of that, I would rather you didn't visit your friend next week."

"Oh, what? I have to see Liz - I've been looking forward to it for weeks. Don't be like this, please..."

"I am concerned that Narcissa is planning something-"

"No. No, Severus - I'm going to see Liz," she insisted. "I've been in this castle since September and, as big as it is, it can be a little claustrophobic at times. I need time out with my friend. We're only going shopping for goodness sake."

He gave her a look, but said no more.

Aearhen - Thank you so much. I've heard that rumour too, but I've also read JK's response: 'Who would want Snape in love with them? What a horrible thought; but I am astounded you asked that question. You'll understand why in book seven". Which seems to indicate that not only does Snape survive book six, but that the 'love' thing is something different to what we imagine.

KristiM - Thank you. Perhaps the presence of Dumbledore restrained Andi's language. I think Andi is too overwhelmed by the whole being of Genevieve to have told her to FO.

FemmeLoki - Praise indeed! But, oh no, a horrible death is not what lies ahead for Genevieve.

Weasley-Fancier - Thanks for reviewing. I hope you stay with us.

KarrotMonster - Genevieve Andi's sister? I'm not sure how I gave you that idea. She is most definitely Andi's mother. Cornelius Fudge is Geneveieve's father and Andi's grandfather.

Intelligent Witch2 - I like your reaction to Genevieve.

josie - Thanx.

Midnight Lilly - Hahaha. Well there's a spin-off story if ever I heard one - Andi, Genevieve and Snape on Jerry Springer. Oh, boy!

Helena Oe - I think Andi may have similar feelings to you. If only you had Severus to calm you down...

Kerichi - Thank goodness your 'unfogging the future' abilities have temporarily faded. I was getting worried! For, as you can see, Severus does quite the opposite to 'pull away' from Andi! Shall review your new chapter when the holiday confusion has gone away.

Thouandl - Yes, she was kidding. I wonder why, though. Hehehehe...

JessiokaFroka - Thanks. Genevieve doesn't have a latest lover to murder her...but she might get one in the near future, you never know.