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Kerichi - perhaps you should read this chapter next to the fridge, with the door open!
I am going to start posting 'The Scribe's Crystal' again as I want to get it all down before the sixth book comes out, otherwise everything in SC will be nonsense. Hope to see you there.
Chapter Sixteen
Christmas - Part Three
UNDER YOUR SPELL
"We were on our way up," Andi told the others at the Staff Christmas party on Christmas night, "but someone has laced the Slytherin Fruit Punch with vodka. Severus had to go and sort it out. He is going to be here though."
"Gods preserve us! Can't those bloody Slytherins think of anything original?" spluttered Sylvia. "As if that lot aren't bad enough without getting rat-arsed."
"Did I hear you say Severus would be here?"
Dickie and Vincent joined the circle. Vincent had a sprig of mistletoe attached to his head.
"Yes, he's just gone to the Slytherin Common Room for a moment."
"In that case, I'd better strike before he gets here." Vincent stepped forward and plonked a surprisingly nice kiss on Andi's lips. "Merry Christmas, Sweetie. And you, Sylvia..."
There was a tinkle of spoon on glass. Professor McGonagall waited for silence.
"Ladies and Gentlemen..."
"That covers you quite nicely, Vincent," murmured Sylvia.
Vincent dug his elbow into her.
"Just two things," Minerva continued. "Firstly, apologies from Albus. The third helping of Christmas pudding has unsettled him and he has retired for the night. He urges you all to have a jolly good time. Secondly, let us all raise our glasses to the founder of the party - Sylvia." Much laughter and clapping. "Without whom there would be no funds for this Festive gathering."
"Too bloody right! My bank vault has fuck all in it."
"That's thirty sickles towards next years fund!" called Dickie.
"To Sylvia!" They all toasted her.
"And now the time has arrived for the traditional weighing of the newcomers' wands." Minerva gestured towards Vincent and Andi.
Yells of encouragement and prodding sent them both to the centre of the room. Andi looked at Vincent - he looked as bewildered as she.
Minerva came and stood between them. Her cheeks were pink and the red thread veins in them more pronounced.
"Vincent. Andrea. Would you please take out your wands."
Obediently, they did.
"Now. You will acquaint us with your wands and then we shall ask you to demonstrate a few 'simple' spells."
Chortles and sniggers from the rest.
"I don't like the sound of this," grinned Vincent.
"I shall turn to Andrea first. Andrea, dear..."
Andi knew now that Minerva was tipsy. She'd never addressed her so lightly before.
"What is the length of your wand?"
"Nine and a bit inches," Andi replied.
"Whooohooo!" someone shouted.
"And made of...?"
"Tamarind."
"Oooh, fancy," said Dickie.
"With a core of...?"
"Welsh dragon whisker."
There were shouts of laughter. Andi looked around, bewildered. "What?"
"Oh, my dear," laughed Madam Pince. "Dragons do not have whiskers."
"They don't?"
"No. They would singe."
Andi thought about this - of course it made sense. "But then why did Olivander tell me it was dragon's whisker?"
"He was being polite," said Minerva, looking highly amused.
"There's only one place on a Welsh dragon's body that has hair," said Dickie.
"Where's that?"
More gales of laughter and Dickie raised her eyebrows.
Andi stared at her wand. "I've got dragon's pubes in my wand?!" she said in disgust as they all fell about laughing at her expression.
"What is going on?"
Andi turned. Severus had just entered the room. She held her wand up towards him. "My wand has dragon's pubes in it!"
"Indeed?" He smirked. "You finally realised."
"You knew? Why didn't you tell me?"
"I saw no reason to. Why do you have your wand out?"
"I think I've got to demonstrate some magic."
Severus turned to the others. "Do you never tire of this?"
"Oh leave off, it's just a bit of fun," said Sylvia.
"Then have your fun with Bellchambers, not Andrea."
"Oh, Severus, it's Christmas - lighten up!" Andi tapped him playfully on the head with her wand. She gasped as a strange expression washed over his face.
"Right then," he grinned, rubbing his hands together. "Let's get this party started. Elmedius, music if you please."
Elmedius immediately picked up his violin and began playing a jig. Severus grabbed Andi's hand and her waist and began twirling her around in a reel.
"Wha... What have I done?" she cried in dismay.
"I don't know," shouted Sylvia as Severus let go of Andi and grabbed Sylvia by the waist. "But it looks like it might be fun...wheeeee!"
The rest of the staff were laughing and whooping as Severus worked his way around the room in a very uncharacteristic jovial way; hugging and dancing with the female staff, an awful unlikely grin over his face.
"Please stop him," Andi begged Minerva.
"I'm sorry," she replied, a fascinated look on her face as she watched Severus twirl his way around the room. "Without knowing which spell you cast-"
"I didn't cast any spell!" she spluttered.
"We shall have to let it run its course. Don't worry, my dear, it looks as though he's having fun."
Andi felt sick. The spell she'd cast, whatever it was, was turning Severus into a jolly Christmas fool. Everyone was pushing forward and encouraging his stupid behavior. It was undignified, and she had to stop it somehow.
Dickie, her face full of delight, had one eye on the mistletoe as she steered Severus closer to it. Andi leapt forward and grabbed his arm. "Severus, can we go?"
"Andrea - the fun is just beginning." He beamed at her.
"Yes, yes, I know," she said, stroking his sleeve trying to pacify him. "But I think we should leave."
"Oh, Andrea, let him have some excitement for once," said Dickie, successfully shoehorning herself between them. Severus smiled at Dickie and they both gave a naughty glance up at the mistletoe.
Andi stepped forward quickly as Dickie lifted her mouth towards Severus.
"For your information he has plenty of excitement," she snapped at Dickie, trying to pull Severus away from her. "Just not in public."
"Perhaps he fancies a change then." Dickie gave her a crocodile smile and pulled him back.
"Ladies, ladies," Severus grinned. "I promise there's enough of me to go round."
"See! You must learn to share your toys, Andrea." Dickie gave Andi a triumphant smile as her arms slinked around Severus' neck and she threw herself against him.
"Fuck off, Dickie!" Andi pushed Dickie's shoulder with all her strength, sending her stumbling backwards over the top of Professor Flitwick and into the buffet table, her backside landing with a squelch in the trifle.
Severus watched in delighted fascination.
"Ooohhh! Cat fight! Cat fight!" cackled a gleeful voice from somewhere near the ceiling.
"Severus," she said urgently - she had seen Dickie pull out her wand which Filius and Poppy were restraining her from using. She pulled him closer and put her mouth to his ear. "I need us to go - you know what I mean?"
He stopped. She'd got his attention. She looked at him and saw his eyes shining as he glanced at her breasts and then up at her face.
"Then we must go!" he cried, taking her hand. "Goodnight everyone. Duty calls. Merry Christmas!"
They left the Staff Room and he began hurrying down the corridors, pulling her behind him.
"Hold on; hold on. I can't go this fast," she told him.
"I want to get you back to the dungeons as quickly as possible."
"I'm going to trip in a moment. Please slow down."
"Very well." He twirled her around in a waltz. "Here will do." He drew a tapestry away from the wall and pulled her behind it, immediately covering her mouth with his own, grabbing her bottom with both hands and holding her tight against him.
Andi squealed and responded for a moment before sense caught up with her.
"No, no, come on," she gasped. "let's get back to the room...oh, God..." Her knees buckled at the things he was doing to her - her resistance low. "We don't want Minerva...oh!... walking in...mmmmm...half way...MMMM!... through, do we?"
He jostled her into a little alcove and ran his hand up her leg, pulling her dress up at the same time.
"I don't care about that," he growled into her throat. "All I care about is having you right now."
His insistence was totally arousing. She moaned as he pushed her against the wall, her heels hitting a small step which his pressure forced her to step back on, bringing them to equal heights. His hands roved her entire body until he caught one of hers and brought it down between them.
"Feel how much I want you," he rasped into her ear, rubbing her hand against the rock-hard bulge behind his fly, his fingers beginning to undo the buttons.
"Severus!" she spluttered, knowing they were playing with fire, but feeling so turned on.
His other hand cupped between her legs, a finger probing and teasing her to distraction, until she found herself helping him undo his buttons and reaching in.
Realising she was complying, he went silently wild, kissing her maniacally, snatching aside her thong, grasping her left thigh and raising it to his hip. Frantically their bodies searched for connection and when it happened
they both moaned with relief.
It was over very quickly - a few desperate thrusts and they were both muffling their cries into each other's neck, trembling with the total passion of the moment.
He was leaning on her, panting heavily, and she clung to him, not quite believing they had been so reckless. It would have been so easy to have been caught.
Her dress slipped back down to cover her legs as she put her foot back on the ground.
"How do we top that when we get back to the room?" she giggled.
He raised his head to look at her, his eyes shining in the dark as he studied her, thoughtful for a moment. She could see his tongue running along the back of his teeth as he gave her a very lustful look.
"What?" she asked.
"I have an idea," he said, buttoning his fly. "Come..."
He took her hand, came out from behind the tapestry and made their way to the dungeons.
"What's this idea, then?" she said playfully, as he shut the door to the quarters and began walking her backwards towards the bedroom.
"Something different."
Once inside, he kicked the bedroom door closed with a bang, grabbed the bolster from the end of the bed and placed it on the edge then turned her around and bent her over it.
"Severus," she giggled as his hands once again ran up her legs, pulling her dress with it, until he reached her thong. The skirt of her dress was now up over her back. He ran his fingers over her dolphin tattoo and then along the rhinestone stars on her thong.
"Your dolphin is leaping over the stars," he murmured, his warm breath on the base of her spine. "Just like the first time I saw you." He trailed his lips down to kiss her bare cheeks.
"Mmmmm, that's nice," she sighed, and parted her legs more as his hand glided between them. "But we've done it this way round, I thought you said something diff...Ooooh! Severus, that's the wrong place!"
His finger had slipped back and begun probing virgin territory. He leaned over her, his mouth close to her ear.
"Not for what I have in mind," he growled, his other hand pushing underneath her body to caress her breast.
"Oh no, Severus, I don't think so..." She tried to wriggle free, but his weight held her down.
"Just relax."
"Ummm..." She bit her lip as his finger worked further inside. "I've never done this before."
"I know, but I can make it so good for you. Doesn't it feel good?"
She gasped. It was a weird feeling. Uncomfortable and yet... "Yes," she moaned, pressing her face into the bed and clutching the counterpane in her fists.
"That's it - just relax." he coaxed as a second finger slipped in, stretching her.
He had lubricated her somehow. His fingers gliding back and forth with ease, sending her senses into confused frenzy.
"I know how to make this so good for you," he continued, soothingly.
"I don't think-"
"You do not trust me?"
"I trust you more than anyone in the world." She gasped and moaned into the bed, finding herself pushing back rhythmically against his fingers in spite of herself, "but...that's not the issue."
He was arousing her in a way she had never experienced before. Her body almost desperate for him to fill her where his fingers now were. Yet, this wasn't about how turned on she was. This wasn't just a new
position; this was a whole different sexual issue that needed to be thought about.
"I just don't think I'm ready for this. Please, Severus."
She felt him stop still for a moment and then withdraw, dropping his head on her shoulder.
"I'm sorry. Of course. I'm sorry."
A wave of love washed over her.
"I'm not saying 'never'," she said, gently. "You just caught me unprepared, that's all." She wanted to put this right. How could she put it right? "Have you noticed my shoes?"
"Hmmmm?" His head lifted with interest.
"They're new. I put them on especially for you."
He stood up and she turned over immediately, throwing the bolster aside as he ran his hand down her leg and lifted it.
She was wearing the black 'bondage' shoes she'd bought with Liz a few weeks ago and had saved for Christmas.
He caressed her foot, gazing at it enraptured, as he ran exploring fingers along the straps, up and down the very thin heel, encircling her ankle delicately.
"I don't remember removing your clothes," she said, smiling.
"A spell. I was desperate. Please remove your underwear." His eyes did not leave the shoe.
She did as requested and lay back on the bed as he brought both her legs up and placed a foot on each of his shoulders. Andi was tempted to point out she wasn't a gymnast, but didn't want to kill the moment yet again.
He grasped her hips and pulled them to the very edge of the bed, pushing inside her immediately.
He was kissing her right foot through the straps, sucking her big toe when he reached it, sending her into a surprising pre-orgasmic delight.
Raking her hands through her hair, she moaned her way to higher arousal as he stood above her, thrusting deeply. Feeling totally wanton, she snatched open the front of her dress and pushed down the lace of her bra, her hard nipples springing into her hands as she rubbed, pulled and rolled them.
She arched her back, bracing herself against him as she screamed her orgasm, feeling him thrust harder as he cried out and came at the same moment.
Then she heard him cry again, only this time it wasn't orgasmic.
She opened her eyes quickly and screamed in horror.
His face was contorted in shock and pain. Blood was trickling down his chest - the heel of her shoe was embedded in his skin, at the top of his shoulder.
"Don't move!" he cried, desperately.
"Oh my God!"
He put trembling fingers to the buckles and undid them. Carefully he slipped her foot from the shoe. She got up.
"I'll get a towel."
Hobbling, with one shoe on and one off, she hurried to the bathroom, snatched a towel and folded it to a pad.
"Ready?" she said, looking at him apprehensively.
He grimaced and gasped as he pulled the heel from his shoulder, blood oozing from the hole. Immediately she covered it with the towel. He hissed and sat down quickly on the bed.
"Can you fix it?" she asked, anxiously.
He shook his head, his face suddenly paler. "I...I think it needs...medical attention."
"Good Lord. How on earth do we explain this to Poppy?"
Pinklittlewitch - writing sex is like having sex - it becomes addictive! Stay with me - the plot begins to thicken in the next chapter.
Kerichi - Come out of the fridge and tell me if you survived this chapter!
Silent Watcher, 1st Fury - Yes, I can imagine his face would be a picture!
Intelligent Witch - Yeah. Wish my Christmas had been this good!
josie - I thought the dress was too nice to use just once.
May-Luna - Hohoho
flamethrowerqueen - Thank you. Btw - never understood why it's called a 'lemon'. Any ideas?
Aries1 - Don't we all!
Thouandl - Yes, thought I'd show the romantic side of Sev before I bombarded Andi with this side of him.