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Harry Potter series. I'm just borrowing them for a little chaos & dissolute
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Hermione suddenly stilled at Draco's hushed tones, inhaling a deep breath as she debated whether or not she could allow herself to believe in him. She let her body relax into his embrace, wanting nothing more then to stay there forever, away from the rest of the school and even the world, even as she knew it couldn't.
Above her, his chin still resting on top of her head, Draco's lips curled slightly into a smile. This is how it should always be, he thought to himself, and I won't let anyone, not the Weasel, Potter or even Hermione, herself, take this away from me. His smile abruptly faded, however, as Hermione suddenly ripped herself free and he cursed himself for letting his guard down.
"Hermione - " he began, but she quickly cut him off.
"Look Draco, I can't handle this right now. I've got to go to my room to think and sleep. I'm exhausted and I've had a very long and strange day. I'll see you tomorrow, ok?"
"Are you sure you're ok?" Draco asked her quietly, sensing that this was not the time to push her.
She smiled weakly and met his eyes so seemingly full of concern for you. "I'm really not sure how I am, but I'm sure things will be better tomorrow."
Draco looked at her, seeing her determination in the very way she stood. "Ok, but if you want to talk to me later on tonight, just send me an owl, or you can meet here early tomorrow during breakfast & I'll bring some raspberry croissants, ok?"
Hermione slowly nodded her head, and then she suddenly leaned in and quickly brushed his lips with hers and pulled back just as quickly. Before he could even respond, she was out the door and down the hallway.
Watching through a crack of light that spilled out of a barely open doorway, Severus Snape shook his head . . .
"Children, children, children. When I was their age . . . ." He sighed momentarily, as Draco, looking vulnerable and somehow lost, quite as if he were much younger and had gone, present in hand, all excitedly to a party, only to find that he had arrived far too late, after all the other children had devoured the food, eaten the cake, even taken away all the goodie bags, and that he couldn't seem grasp the reason why, but understanding that he had, once again, been left behind.
He looked around the room, as if seeking for some esoteric answer, that great snitch catch of life, which seemed to always elude him, before gathering his bag and after one last finally searching glance, he also quietly left the room. Snape opened the door and began to step out after the fair haired boy, before slowing pulling back to watch him walk away, and noiselessly shut and locked his office door, before walking through his office into his personal space.
"Sevvie . . . .Sevvie . . . come out, come out wherever you are . . . I want to play." Snape's dour statement began to melt, even as what now seemed to be pre-naturally aged years evaporated away, as his lips began to curl upwards into a smile and his steps began lighten, as he listened to beguiling voice of his Devious Divinator. He closed his eyes to better focus in on her voice and slowly spun counter clockwise. Walking in silence, he quickly grasped and opened his closet door to look down upon his delightfully tumbling sprite. He quirked his head slightly to the side as he looked down out her, as her curly brown hair that glistened an unusual, but still compelling bright green when caught properly in the light, spread around her as she smiled up at him.
"My dear, do you plan on laying on the carpet all night long?"
Her laughter rang out through the room, "Well actually baby, I was wondering how long it would take me to convince you to join me down here"
"Oh were you now?" his voice grew slightly husky, as he watched her roll over, until she was balanced on the balls of her feet, and her splayed out fingers tips. She tilted her head up to smile at him wickedly for a moment, before her suddenly out swept leg caught him around the back of his knees and sent him crashing down onto the carpet. Infinity proceeded to sit on his chest, grinning like a Cheshire cat down at his bewildered statement.
"Hmmmm, now that was, what, under thirty seconds? My powers of . . . persuasion must be improving," her voice drawled smugly.
"You think so?" Snape asked as he deftly rolled her beneath him, firmly pinned her lower body down, even as one hand slipping under her neck, pulling her face mere inches from his own.
She let out a breathy sigh, as she rolled her neck back against the strength of his hand, unable to resist one last parry, "Well, you might not approve of my methods, but even you must admit my success."
"Ah, but you merely won a slight battle and it would appear that I am still wining the war," he smirked, as his rough thumb became to tease the delicate skin of her throat, "and, of course, to the victor, go the spoils," as he leaned down to capture her lips with his own.
Sometime later, as they both lay contentedly on his bed, she leaned up on one elbow to look down at him, while playing with a curl of her hair, and asked, "Speaking, of battles and victories . . . how goes our young Slytherin in his quest to win the fair Gryffindor?"
Snape sighed, before sitting up to run his fingers through his hair in a gesture of utter frustration, as his lover's eyes began to twinkle as the sheet fell to his lap, exposing a large expanse of skin that she knew was always fun to explore.
"Yes, you would have to ask that question, wouldn't you?"
"Awww, problems for the young lovers?" Her seductive voice didn't quite seem to match the meaning of her words as she drew herself up to a sitting position to drop a kiss on his shoulder . . . that suddenly moved out of reach as he stood up and walked away from the bed in an agitated pacing pattern.
"Wwhhhhaaaatttttt . . . " her suddenly outraged cry rang out for a moment, before being suddenly muffled, as she inelegantly fell headfirst into the pillows that Snape had just seconds ago been leaning against.
"Problems . . . ha!!! That word aptly fits those two miscreants, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley," Snape seethed, "as if it wasn't having to worry about Lucius Malfoy, Voldemort and the motley pack of Dead Eaters wasn't bad enough, now we have to worry about those two interfering, as well?!?! Is there no justice in this world!!! I mean, while we're on the topic, do you think that there is anyone else out there," he gestured wildly, "who would like to make their opinion known concerning the relationship of those?" Snape demanded as he furiously paced, stark naked, in a semi- circle around his bed, oblivious to his pouting lover, and everything else.
"Ummm, well since you did ask, Professor Snape, I too have my own. . . particular perspective on all of this," Professor Dumbledore's mildly commented, as Snape turned to face the headmaster, presenting him with a somewhat different look, as he was still half erect.
Snape's lover yelped as she buried herself beneath the sheets, only to suddenly roll over and off the bed, as Snape who stood frozen in disbelief for a few seconds, jerked the sheets out of her grasp and quickly wrapped it toga-style around his body.
"I realize that I've caught you both at," he discreetly coughed, "a slight disadvantage, for which I do profusely apologize, but I had knocked and there was no response. I didn't realize that you were . . . ummm, entertaining, I'll just go and wait for you both in the office, so that you may collect yourselves and we'll talk some more." And with that, Dumbledore turned and wandered out through the door, closing it behind him, without a backward glance.
"Oh my God!!!" she shrieked, she scrambling on the floor, black velvet dress in one hand, while frantically hunting for her unmentionables, while Snape stood frozen in his impromptu Roman attire. "That was . . . that was . . . " her voice seemed incapable of continuing her sentence.
"The headmaster, Professor Dumbledore," Snape's voice woodenly supplied, as he continued to stare at the door, as it vainly trying to un-imagine the last few moments.
"Yes, that's who." She hissed out, from behind a cloud of black velvet, before tugging it down over her hips. "And for Merlin's sake, Severus, WILL YOU PLEASE GET DRESSED!?!"
Shaking his head, as if still dazed, he turned to look at her, before looking down at his very familiar black silk "robe", and letting out a good fifteen minute stream of curses that even impressed her, as she stood in front of his cackling mirror, trying to bring some sense of order to her hair.
When he finally was dressed decently, albeit in very wrinkled clothes, he looked at her very soberly, before taking her hand and resolutely walking through the doorway and into the room that so formally had been his office.
TBC
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Hermione suddenly stilled at Draco's hushed tones, inhaling a deep breath as she debated whether or not she could allow herself to believe in him. She let her body relax into his embrace, wanting nothing more then to stay there forever, away from the rest of the school and even the world, even as she knew it couldn't.
Above her, his chin still resting on top of her head, Draco's lips curled slightly into a smile. This is how it should always be, he thought to himself, and I won't let anyone, not the Weasel, Potter or even Hermione, herself, take this away from me. His smile abruptly faded, however, as Hermione suddenly ripped herself free and he cursed himself for letting his guard down.
"Hermione - " he began, but she quickly cut him off.
"Look Draco, I can't handle this right now. I've got to go to my room to think and sleep. I'm exhausted and I've had a very long and strange day. I'll see you tomorrow, ok?"
"Are you sure you're ok?" Draco asked her quietly, sensing that this was not the time to push her.
She smiled weakly and met his eyes so seemingly full of concern for you. "I'm really not sure how I am, but I'm sure things will be better tomorrow."
Draco looked at her, seeing her determination in the very way she stood. "Ok, but if you want to talk to me later on tonight, just send me an owl, or you can meet here early tomorrow during breakfast & I'll bring some raspberry croissants, ok?"
Hermione slowly nodded her head, and then she suddenly leaned in and quickly brushed his lips with hers and pulled back just as quickly. Before he could even respond, she was out the door and down the hallway.
Watching through a crack of light that spilled out of a barely open doorway, Severus Snape shook his head . . .
"Children, children, children. When I was their age . . . ." He sighed momentarily, as Draco, looking vulnerable and somehow lost, quite as if he were much younger and had gone, present in hand, all excitedly to a party, only to find that he had arrived far too late, after all the other children had devoured the food, eaten the cake, even taken away all the goodie bags, and that he couldn't seem grasp the reason why, but understanding that he had, once again, been left behind.
He looked around the room, as if seeking for some esoteric answer, that great snitch catch of life, which seemed to always elude him, before gathering his bag and after one last finally searching glance, he also quietly left the room. Snape opened the door and began to step out after the fair haired boy, before slowing pulling back to watch him walk away, and noiselessly shut and locked his office door, before walking through his office into his personal space.
"Sevvie . . . .Sevvie . . . come out, come out wherever you are . . . I want to play." Snape's dour statement began to melt, even as what now seemed to be pre-naturally aged years evaporated away, as his lips began to curl upwards into a smile and his steps began lighten, as he listened to beguiling voice of his Devious Divinator. He closed his eyes to better focus in on her voice and slowly spun counter clockwise. Walking in silence, he quickly grasped and opened his closet door to look down upon his delightfully tumbling sprite. He quirked his head slightly to the side as he looked down out her, as her curly brown hair that glistened an unusual, but still compelling bright green when caught properly in the light, spread around her as she smiled up at him.
"My dear, do you plan on laying on the carpet all night long?"
Her laughter rang out through the room, "Well actually baby, I was wondering how long it would take me to convince you to join me down here"
"Oh were you now?" his voice grew slightly husky, as he watched her roll over, until she was balanced on the balls of her feet, and her splayed out fingers tips. She tilted her head up to smile at him wickedly for a moment, before her suddenly out swept leg caught him around the back of his knees and sent him crashing down onto the carpet. Infinity proceeded to sit on his chest, grinning like a Cheshire cat down at his bewildered statement.
"Hmmmm, now that was, what, under thirty seconds? My powers of . . . persuasion must be improving," her voice drawled smugly.
"You think so?" Snape asked as he deftly rolled her beneath him, firmly pinned her lower body down, even as one hand slipping under her neck, pulling her face mere inches from his own.
She let out a breathy sigh, as she rolled her neck back against the strength of his hand, unable to resist one last parry, "Well, you might not approve of my methods, but even you must admit my success."
"Ah, but you merely won a slight battle and it would appear that I am still wining the war," he smirked, as his rough thumb became to tease the delicate skin of her throat, "and, of course, to the victor, go the spoils," as he leaned down to capture her lips with his own.
Sometime later, as they both lay contentedly on his bed, she leaned up on one elbow to look down at him, while playing with a curl of her hair, and asked, "Speaking, of battles and victories . . . how goes our young Slytherin in his quest to win the fair Gryffindor?"
Snape sighed, before sitting up to run his fingers through his hair in a gesture of utter frustration, as his lover's eyes began to twinkle as the sheet fell to his lap, exposing a large expanse of skin that she knew was always fun to explore.
"Yes, you would have to ask that question, wouldn't you?"
"Awww, problems for the young lovers?" Her seductive voice didn't quite seem to match the meaning of her words as she drew herself up to a sitting position to drop a kiss on his shoulder . . . that suddenly moved out of reach as he stood up and walked away from the bed in an agitated pacing pattern.
"Wwhhhhaaaatttttt . . . " her suddenly outraged cry rang out for a moment, before being suddenly muffled, as she inelegantly fell headfirst into the pillows that Snape had just seconds ago been leaning against.
"Problems . . . ha!!! That word aptly fits those two miscreants, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley," Snape seethed, "as if it wasn't having to worry about Lucius Malfoy, Voldemort and the motley pack of Dead Eaters wasn't bad enough, now we have to worry about those two interfering, as well?!?! Is there no justice in this world!!! I mean, while we're on the topic, do you think that there is anyone else out there," he gestured wildly, "who would like to make their opinion known concerning the relationship of those?" Snape demanded as he furiously paced, stark naked, in a semi- circle around his bed, oblivious to his pouting lover, and everything else.
"Ummm, well since you did ask, Professor Snape, I too have my own. . . particular perspective on all of this," Professor Dumbledore's mildly commented, as Snape turned to face the headmaster, presenting him with a somewhat different look, as he was still half erect.
Snape's lover yelped as she buried herself beneath the sheets, only to suddenly roll over and off the bed, as Snape who stood frozen in disbelief for a few seconds, jerked the sheets out of her grasp and quickly wrapped it toga-style around his body.
"I realize that I've caught you both at," he discreetly coughed, "a slight disadvantage, for which I do profusely apologize, but I had knocked and there was no response. I didn't realize that you were . . . ummm, entertaining, I'll just go and wait for you both in the office, so that you may collect yourselves and we'll talk some more." And with that, Dumbledore turned and wandered out through the door, closing it behind him, without a backward glance.
"Oh my God!!!" she shrieked, she scrambling on the floor, black velvet dress in one hand, while frantically hunting for her unmentionables, while Snape stood frozen in his impromptu Roman attire. "That was . . . that was . . . " her voice seemed incapable of continuing her sentence.
"The headmaster, Professor Dumbledore," Snape's voice woodenly supplied, as he continued to stare at the door, as it vainly trying to un-imagine the last few moments.
"Yes, that's who." She hissed out, from behind a cloud of black velvet, before tugging it down over her hips. "And for Merlin's sake, Severus, WILL YOU PLEASE GET DRESSED!?!"
Shaking his head, as if still dazed, he turned to look at her, before looking down at his very familiar black silk "robe", and letting out a good fifteen minute stream of curses that even impressed her, as she stood in front of his cackling mirror, trying to bring some sense of order to her hair.
When he finally was dressed decently, albeit in very wrinkled clothes, he looked at her very soberly, before taking her hand and resolutely walking through the doorway and into the room that so formally had been his office.
TBC
"none shall pass . . . unless they review", lol I am an easily bribed fanfic writer ;)
Here' the list of those very wonderful (& very patient) people who continue to read & review me.
allee kat, Hermione, Caitie, DaZeD, Linnie, cad, sandy, Book-Lover-210, Megan, scythe_fire, Alanna, Angel, ViEiRA, hdsagjyaf (my very first reviewer ;), Sucker For Romance, Madame Padfoot, Jackie, Ally-sama, Caroline, Linnie, hermioneG89, Redundant Goddess, imlosnoches, Em, SugarShortys23, DrAcO*AcErbuS, Selena, Cascade of Darkness, mousie, Hermie13, lauriena, Fire Goddess, mysticalcancer, Krystle Nicole, DarkIllusion, Adris, Mrs.Amanda Malfoy, Dragona, stewy, Draco's Babe, wolf, Silver Starlight, zombie-miho, lutra,
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Once again, thank you all so very much . . . & please continue to read & review,
As always, please read & review . . .