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Harry Potter series. I'm just borrowing them for a little chaos & dissolute
fun & I promise to return them in an only somewhat disheveled state.
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Chapter 14 - Infinity is her name & mischief is her game
Tonight was Hermione's night to stay up late and pace. Images of the past few days whirled through her mind - Harry and Ron dead (and as if that was fucked up enough), Harry and Ron suddenly alive, but somehow morphed into airhead chasing assholes (hmmm, not even going to touch that one, it was too . . . icky), Draco Malfoy being nice for a change (unable not to snicker at that), Draco actually kissing me (and how yummy that was), Harry (the asshole) trying to kill Draco (and what the hell was that about - mentally filing that question away to ponder later), the fact that I kissed Draco, even though I suspect he is up to something (and honestly, when is he not planning something, but that look of shock on his face was just too good to pass up) or the fact that I plan to kiss him again - very soon and frequently.
"Aaaarrrrggggghhhhhhhh!!!" As cute as he is, that boy (ok, on second thought, man - but I won't be admitting that to him, anytime soon) is distracting the hell out of me, and I collapsed backwards onto my bed, trying to get him out of my mind for one minute. "I just really want to know when, precisely, my life got so incredibly fucked up!?!"
Lying there, staring up, but not actually seeing the ceiling, but instead totally focused on trying to figure out a way out of this disaster, she called her life, she laughed grimily to herself. "Well, when in doubt, I suppose one should always go directly to the source of the problem." Satisfied that even if she didn't have a definitive solution yet, at least she was finally beginning to take some initiative, she stood up and began walking intently to the door. Walking past the mirror, which as usual just sighed at her, she looked down at her clothes and for once actually agreed with her mirror, because for what she had in mind, school attire, simply wouldn't do. She closed her eyes, mentally running through her wardrobe, before a small smile slid across her lips, and she spun around towards her dresser.
Dumbledore turned to face them, as Snape and the girl warily entered the office.
"Excellent, now that we are all here, I think we need to discuss some things. Most notably," he pointed one finger long finger at the pixie faced girl, "Infinity, I must admit that I am quite disappointed in your behavior - "
Interrupting him, she rapidly jumped in, "Headmaster, I know what it must have looked like, but truly, I *can* explain - "
But before she could finish, she cut off by Snape, "Professor Dumbledore, I take complete and full responsibility for all of this and I will, of course, fully understand if you ask me to leave."
Infinity gasped and opened her mouth to protest, but Dumbledore, after giving her a hard stare, resumed speaking. "Professor Snape, while it is very honorable of you to attempt to try and shield Infinity, it is also quite futile." He raised his hand to silence both of them, as they both seemed on the verge of speaking, "Since I know for a fact that you were in class teaching, when she arrived in Hogwarts and did not report to my office as she had promised to," and he paused briefly to look at her reproachfully, "you are completely faultless in this matter."
Dumbledore lowered his head, biting back a smile, as they looked at each other and back at him, speechless for once, before he reached into his robe and pulled out a chocolate frog that he tossed to Infinity, who with a somewhat bemused expression on face easily caught it.
"Now young lady, we will forget this time, but for the record, both Fawkes and I were anticipating your visit and were very disappointed when you did not arrive, and we do expect you to stop by occasionally during your time here at Hogwarts, after all, you were one of my favorite students and I won't even deduct any points, from Gryffindor, as a result."
"But, ummmm Headmaster, I graduated a long time ago, anyway." Infinity protested a somewhat confused smile.
"Exactly, my point," Dumbledore declared, still smiling as he settled himself down on plush chair, "and now that we've sorted that all out," his voice grew lower in seriousness, "we need to discuss the current students of Gryffindor and Slytherin, most notably Miss Granger and Mr Malfoy. And in that regard, I believe you two have some explaining to do."
Hmmmm, leaning back in the soft comfy chair, I watch as they both try and evade my gaze and internally sigh. Students may grow up, leave and sometimes even return and join the staff, but when confronted by an authority figure, they all seem to fall back into old habits and these two are no different. But as much as I enjoy a trip down memory lane, time is growing short very short.
"I know what you two have been plotting away at," he watched as two pairs of eyes met his, before quickly darting away, "and while I applaud your intentions, I have to seriously question your timing. I am afraid that the actions you have set into motion have the potential to spiral dangerously out of control. Now since, I believe, you are equally to blame, I expect you both to carefully observe and if necessary take action, do you understand me." He watched as they both nodded in agreement. "Excellent, now that has been established, lets move on. Infinity, I had arranged for housing for you elsewhere, but under the circumstances, of course, if you would prefer your current arrangement, I would certainly understand."
"Ummm," Infinity began, shooting Snape a quick glance.
"Yes, I think that would be fine, " Snape broke in, trying to maintain some sense of propriety.
"Wonderful, wonderful . . . I so do like it when students and even former students getting along so well. Well, I should be off. Tomorrow will be coming soon enough." Dumbledore stood up and began walking to the door, holding the door open, he turned back to add, "by the way, Serveus, I wanted to commend you for your insight, while I wouldn't have necessarily anticipated a relationship between Mr Malfoy and Miss Granger, upon reflection I see the attraction of the unconventional choice. I will however caution you, that while our students may believe themselves to be mature, we know that is entirely true, and that matters of heart are often more fragile than we think, so a measure of restraint on your part in regard to a certain student or two, may be wise. Remember, despite some of our most fervent wishes, none of us live in a vacuum, emotional or otherwise." And with that, he let the door close behind him.
Infinity walked back into the Snape's and now she guessed her private quarters and fell back on the bed, "Ok, why do I suddenly feel like I'm having a flashback to when I was seventeen?"
Serverus gave her a sidelong glance as he began to strip before dryly commenting, "Well, probably because that was Dumbledore's intention all along." Shaking his head, he stretched out to lay on the bed. "I still haven't quite figured out how he does it, but if I didn't know better, I'd swear that man has eyes in the back of his head, eyes that can see through walls."
"Ummm, baby, considering what we were doing earlier that's not exactly a reassuring thought."
"Oh no?" Snape pushed himself up on one elbow, before leaning across the bed, one arm firmly pulling Infinity's body against his, the other sliding down her upper thigh to play with the hem of her dress. "What is the matter . . . hmmm, you didn't enjoy it?" His voice was pitched lower, as one hand slid up to squeeze her breast through the thin cotton material, and the other inched underneath her dress, as he slowly began to trail his nails up her flesh.
Arching her head up into the crook of his neck, she murmured, "well, if you're going to put it that way, I suppose I could be . . . ummmm, persuaded." His only response was a low chuckle, as he pulled her back and rolled her under him.
"Draco Malfoy," Hermione whispered as she lurked down in the dungeons, outside the Slytherin common room. Luckily, for her, in the excitement of Harry and Ron's return, neither of them had thought to collect or maybe even look for the Marauder's map or the Invisibility cloak, which worked out all the better for her. Now if only she could find that hidden passageway into the Slytherin common room, with any luck she could make a midnight visitation, with none being the wiser . . .
Chapter 14 - Infinity is her name & mischief is her game
Tonight was Hermione's night to stay up late and pace. Images of the past few days whirled through her mind - Harry and Ron dead (and as if that was fucked up enough), Harry and Ron suddenly alive, but somehow morphed into airhead chasing assholes (hmmm, not even going to touch that one, it was too . . . icky), Draco Malfoy being nice for a change (unable not to snicker at that), Draco actually kissing me (and how yummy that was), Harry (the asshole) trying to kill Draco (and what the hell was that about - mentally filing that question away to ponder later), the fact that I kissed Draco, even though I suspect he is up to something (and honestly, when is he not planning something, but that look of shock on his face was just too good to pass up) or the fact that I plan to kiss him again - very soon and frequently.
"Aaaarrrrggggghhhhhhhh!!!" As cute as he is, that boy (ok, on second thought, man - but I won't be admitting that to him, anytime soon) is distracting the hell out of me, and I collapsed backwards onto my bed, trying to get him out of my mind for one minute. "I just really want to know when, precisely, my life got so incredibly fucked up!?!"
Lying there, staring up, but not actually seeing the ceiling, but instead totally focused on trying to figure out a way out of this disaster, she called her life, she laughed grimily to herself. "Well, when in doubt, I suppose one should always go directly to the source of the problem." Satisfied that even if she didn't have a definitive solution yet, at least she was finally beginning to take some initiative, she stood up and began walking intently to the door. Walking past the mirror, which as usual just sighed at her, she looked down at her clothes and for once actually agreed with her mirror, because for what she had in mind, school attire, simply wouldn't do. She closed her eyes, mentally running through her wardrobe, before a small smile slid across her lips, and she spun around towards her dresser.
Dumbledore turned to face them, as Snape and the girl warily entered the office.
"Excellent, now that we are all here, I think we need to discuss some things. Most notably," he pointed one finger long finger at the pixie faced girl, "Infinity, I must admit that I am quite disappointed in your behavior - "
Interrupting him, she rapidly jumped in, "Headmaster, I know what it must have looked like, but truly, I *can* explain - "
But before she could finish, she cut off by Snape, "Professor Dumbledore, I take complete and full responsibility for all of this and I will, of course, fully understand if you ask me to leave."
Infinity gasped and opened her mouth to protest, but Dumbledore, after giving her a hard stare, resumed speaking. "Professor Snape, while it is very honorable of you to attempt to try and shield Infinity, it is also quite futile." He raised his hand to silence both of them, as they both seemed on the verge of speaking, "Since I know for a fact that you were in class teaching, when she arrived in Hogwarts and did not report to my office as she had promised to," and he paused briefly to look at her reproachfully, "you are completely faultless in this matter."
Dumbledore lowered his head, biting back a smile, as they looked at each other and back at him, speechless for once, before he reached into his robe and pulled out a chocolate frog that he tossed to Infinity, who with a somewhat bemused expression on face easily caught it.
"Now young lady, we will forget this time, but for the record, both Fawkes and I were anticipating your visit and were very disappointed when you did not arrive, and we do expect you to stop by occasionally during your time here at Hogwarts, after all, you were one of my favorite students and I won't even deduct any points, from Gryffindor, as a result."
"But, ummmm Headmaster, I graduated a long time ago, anyway." Infinity protested a somewhat confused smile.
"Exactly, my point," Dumbledore declared, still smiling as he settled himself down on plush chair, "and now that we've sorted that all out," his voice grew lower in seriousness, "we need to discuss the current students of Gryffindor and Slytherin, most notably Miss Granger and Mr Malfoy. And in that regard, I believe you two have some explaining to do."
Hmmmm, leaning back in the soft comfy chair, I watch as they both try and evade my gaze and internally sigh. Students may grow up, leave and sometimes even return and join the staff, but when confronted by an authority figure, they all seem to fall back into old habits and these two are no different. But as much as I enjoy a trip down memory lane, time is growing short very short.
"I know what you two have been plotting away at," he watched as two pairs of eyes met his, before quickly darting away, "and while I applaud your intentions, I have to seriously question your timing. I am afraid that the actions you have set into motion have the potential to spiral dangerously out of control. Now since, I believe, you are equally to blame, I expect you both to carefully observe and if necessary take action, do you understand me." He watched as they both nodded in agreement. "Excellent, now that has been established, lets move on. Infinity, I had arranged for housing for you elsewhere, but under the circumstances, of course, if you would prefer your current arrangement, I would certainly understand."
"Ummm," Infinity began, shooting Snape a quick glance.
"Yes, I think that would be fine, " Snape broke in, trying to maintain some sense of propriety.
"Wonderful, wonderful . . . I so do like it when students and even former students getting along so well. Well, I should be off. Tomorrow will be coming soon enough." Dumbledore stood up and began walking to the door, holding the door open, he turned back to add, "by the way, Serveus, I wanted to commend you for your insight, while I wouldn't have necessarily anticipated a relationship between Mr Malfoy and Miss Granger, upon reflection I see the attraction of the unconventional choice. I will however caution you, that while our students may believe themselves to be mature, we know that is entirely true, and that matters of heart are often more fragile than we think, so a measure of restraint on your part in regard to a certain student or two, may be wise. Remember, despite some of our most fervent wishes, none of us live in a vacuum, emotional or otherwise." And with that, he let the door close behind him.
Infinity walked back into the Snape's and now she guessed her private quarters and fell back on the bed, "Ok, why do I suddenly feel like I'm having a flashback to when I was seventeen?"
Serverus gave her a sidelong glance as he began to strip before dryly commenting, "Well, probably because that was Dumbledore's intention all along." Shaking his head, he stretched out to lay on the bed. "I still haven't quite figured out how he does it, but if I didn't know better, I'd swear that man has eyes in the back of his head, eyes that can see through walls."
"Ummm, baby, considering what we were doing earlier that's not exactly a reassuring thought."
"Oh no?" Snape pushed himself up on one elbow, before leaning across the bed, one arm firmly pulling Infinity's body against his, the other sliding down her upper thigh to play with the hem of her dress. "What is the matter . . . hmmm, you didn't enjoy it?" His voice was pitched lower, as one hand slid up to squeeze her breast through the thin cotton material, and the other inched underneath her dress, as he slowly began to trail his nails up her flesh.
Arching her head up into the crook of his neck, she murmured, "well, if you're going to put it that way, I suppose I could be . . . ummmm, persuaded." His only response was a low chuckle, as he pulled her back and rolled her under him.
"Draco Malfoy," Hermione whispered as she lurked down in the dungeons, outside the Slytherin common room. Luckily, for her, in the excitement of Harry and Ron's return, neither of them had thought to collect or maybe even look for the Marauder's map or the Invisibility cloak, which worked out all the better for her. Now if only she could find that hidden passageway into the Slytherin common room, with any luck she could make a midnight visitation, with none being the wiser . . .