First of all I gotta say that none of this really belongs to me except for the people I made up. You'll meet them soon.
Sorry it's been so long to post, I couldn't get any good thoughts on the computer.
And… this chapter is more rated R than anything… you'll see why at the end.
Thanks to my reviewers. le manchot du destin, projectjay, badvt, pisces-twins, and Blackrose.
Sorry Blackrose, but this isn't going to be a Snape/Harry slash story. Nor Ron/Hermione. I've always thought of Snape being straight. Or strait. How ever you spell the word.
And now, on to the next chapter.
Chapter Two
(Il capitolo Due)
The Kiss
(Il Bacio)
After one and a half hours of nonstop driving on the English roads, Harry finally started feeling tired. Ron had fallen asleep long ago, his head resting on Hermione's shoulder. She had recently placed her head upon Harry shoulders while she fell beneath sleep's comfortable folds as well. And, it had begun to drizzle.
Suddenly, the car screeched to a stop and jostled the three awake. Snape cursed colorfully and quickly unbuckled his seat belt.
"Stay in the car," he growled as he threw open the driver side door and shut it loudly. Harry unbuckled himself, moved to the front of the car and peeked through the windshield.
"There's someone else out there," he said to Ron and Hermione who were looking over his shoulders to see.
"The other guy looks kinda scary. I think he's got a scythe!" Ron whispered in a frightened hush.
"Ron, I doubt it's the Grim Reaper," Hermione looked over to Ron.
"I never said it was the Grim Reaper!" He shouted.
"Don't be so loud," Harry hushed them. "They're fighting." And, as Harry said, Snape and the other man were fighting. Verbally, not punching each other in the noses with they're fists. But Snape looked furious and the other man looked… drunk. Snape rolled his eyes after a while of the other man talking and said something. The drunkard smiled and threw his arms around Snape and kissed his cheek.
"That is definitely not the Grim Reaper," Hermione said. The drunkard swayed over to the car, opened to passenger side door, climbed in and placed his scythe on his lap, the head of it on his side, the end was protruding over to the drivers seat. He was smiling wildly and looked like a maniac. His eyes were bloodshot, his breath stunk, he had a day old stubble on his chin, and he giggled at absent times. Snape got in on the drivers side, with the end of the scythe on his lap, and started the engine. He was scowling and the three teens knew he didn't want to give the drunkard a ride.
"Hi," the drunkard said. "My name is Ryan!" Snape stared at the drunkard and handed him a bottle of water.
"It's a spare one. Have it so I don't have to brew you a hangover reviver." Snape said quietly. "Maybe it'll make you more sober and sane." The drunk giggled.
"My name is Carlos!" He said. "And it's also Peter and Kyle, Michael, Christopher, Jonathan…"
"Stop," Snape interrupted the drunkards name saying. "Drink the water and don't say another word till you're home." The drunkard nodded and didn't say anything till Snape drove into a long driveway ten minutes later with small rain droplets splattering across the windshield.
"We home?" the drunkard asked as Snape stopped the car.
"Yes," Snape said curtly. "All of you, out. It's seven forty-five. We're late." And Harry, Ron, Hermione and the drunkard got out of the car. Snape opened the trunk and handed the three teens their luggage. Snape then took one bag from Ron and the drunkard offered to carry Hermione's second suitcase. She let him.
They walked up the gravel walk way in the rain. The house that they were heading towards was a magnificent mansion.
"How many floors?" Hermione asked to herself.
"Seven," Snape answered from the far front. "Two are underground and the stairs you climb to enter lead up to the fourth." Hermione looked amazed. A flash of lightning sparked and Harry saw gargoyle statues peering down from the top of the tall, cylinder-like building. They looked almost real. And during the time that the light lasted, Harry also glimpsed a boy looking down at the group of them walking towards the house. The boy was small but had a mature look about him. Harry quicken his pace, wondering who the boy was.
The group entered the large stone mansion. There were two different boys sitting in chairs across the room that the group had entered. These boys were older than the one that was on the roof and they both looked alike.
'Twins' Harry thought. The two had headphones on and were listening to something in the C.D. player that was on the lap of the one on the right. The one on the left looked up and smiled a frightened smile as he set eyes on Snape. He nudged his twin and the boy looked up, smiled also and stopped the C.D. player. The twins took off their head phones and the one on the right hid the C.D. player behind his back.
"I don't care to know what you were listening to." Snape said to the twins. "So, if it's something that you don't want me to know about, go put it away where ever you put your stolen goods." The twins sighed in relief.
"Thanks," the right one said.
"Yeah, a lot," the left one added.
"But…" Snape started. "Before you leave, I would like you to tell me where Clarissa is." The twins looked at each other.
"I think she's in the kitchen," The left one said.
"Either that or in her room asleep," The right one added.
"Thank you, you may go on your way." Snape said bowing his head slightly as a sign so that the twins could leave. They scurried out of the room.
"You may put your luggage on the ground and sit down, if you'd like." Snape said to the teens. He left the room abruptly and didn't say of where he was going. The three teens sat on chairs that the twins had been on before. (A/N: there's more than two chairs.)
"Well, that was interesting," Ron said. "I wonder who those boys were."
"I don't know," Harry said. "But, I saw another boy up on the roof before when we were walking up the path. He was smaller than the twin boys but had a mature look about him. Like he was an adult about to go on a business trip."
"Why, I'll take that as a complement," A young voice said clearly. Harry looked around at a young boy, in an age range of five to eight, who looked like a gentleman.
"Sure," Harry said. The boy walked closer to Harry and held out his hand.
"I'm Rafale Et Ciel Snape,"
"Snape?" Ron asked as he looked over Harry's shoulder. The boy blinked a few times and finally answered, "Yes… Snape,"
"Like, Professor Snape?" Ron asked.
"Professor Severus Snape, I presume?" Rafale asked.
"Yeah, him,"
"I assume that you are asking if I am related to him? Perhaps?"
"Uh… sure!" Ron exclaimed.
"Yes, I am his youngest son." Rafale answered.
"Son?" Hermione asked over Ron's shoulder.
"Yes, the youngest," Rafale answered. "It seems to me that you either can't hear me when I say something so I must repeat myself, or you are bewildered for some unapparent reason. Am I correct?"
"We are bewildered," Hermione said. "The thought of Professor Snape having a child is… well… strange, I'd say."
"Strange!" Ron looked over at her, eyes wide. "Hermione!"
"What?"
"It's not just strange…" He answered so that only she and perhaps Harry could hear her. "It means that Snape… shagged someone!"
"Ron!" Hermione said, disapprovingly.
"Well, when a woman gets pregnant, it's kind of necessary for her and a man to… you know. So, if he has a son, who's blood related… as in he didn't adopt him or anything… he would have had to… you know. So, it's kind of… duh!" Harry gibbered.
"Exactly, Harry! Still, the thought of Snape and a woman… yuck!" Ron made a face for emphasis.
"Are you disturbed by something?" The young boy asked.
"Yes, he is! But you don't need to know about it." Hermione smiled gently.
"Alright," Rafale said. "If you'll excuse me…" He left the sentence hanging and walked over to the drunkard who was sitting on the floor and hadn't moved since he got there over ten minutes ago. Rafale whispered something in the drunk's ear and the drunk sat up and looked at the young boy with a very sober expression. Then… he burst out laughing the most heartful laugh any of the trio had ever heard.
"I have no reason to laugh, now do I?" the drunkard asked. Rafale shook his head. The drunkard nodded and went back into his laying position.
Snape swiftly entered the small room with a woman following. The woman was pretty, beautiful. Her eyes were maple trees with their fall yellow leaves floating to the dirt ground. In other words: brown with yellow speckles. Her hair was brown with dark blue streaks in random places, meaning the streaks were vertical but not staying from the top of the head, traveling strait, down to the bottom ends. She smiled slightly at the three teens as Snape beckoned them over to where he stood.
"Uh…" Snape mumbled. "Get your things, Clarissa will show you to your rooms." The three gathered their luggage together. They followed Clarissa up a large marble staircase which wound its way around a large pillar in the middle of the cylinder house. Large bridges branched off of the snakelike staircase and connected to the different levels. The walkways of the levels were around the edge of the inside of the house. There were so many doors, almost all the same. They were large dark oak doors, all of them closed.
"This is a very different type of architect. I've never seen anything like it before." Hermione whispered to Harry.
"No, of course not," An accented feminine voice said behind them. The group all turned around to find a beautiful woman with golden curls and dark red lips, a face without a blemish, brightest blue of eyes. She looked like a model and a punk in one, blue plaid mini-skirt, smooth pale legs, black tee shirt with a pink happy bunny saying "boys are stupid, throw rocks at them", a spiked bracelet, black painted fingernails and toenails, and black high-healed evening shoes that women usually wore with evening gowns. She was beautiful. There was no other word that could describe her. "Neil's grandfather built it."
"Hello, Heather," Clarissa said, smiling.
"Hi, mom! Who are these teens?" The woman asked, hands on her hips. Clarissa sighed.
"They're guests of Severus. He said that he had to bring them because of something with the Order." Clarissa rolled her eyes and shook her head. Heather smiled.
"He still won't tell you about that, will he?"
"No, it gets me so frustrated." Clarissa grumbled. "Well, I have to show these three to their rooms…"
"Go ahead; I have to check on Bethany anyway. I'll see you at dinner." Heather waved and walked to the nearest bridge and went to one of the large oak doors.
The group continued their way up.
"That was Heather, my daughter-in-law." Clarissa mentioned at the front.
"Who's she married to?" Hermione asked.
"Neil," Clarissa said, curtly.
"Who?"
"Neil, my eldest son. Severus mentioned that he picked him up on his way here."
"Oh, the drunk?" Ron asked. Clarissa stopped and turned around, head tilted to the side.
"Well, he's not usually drunk. He just is this time because he had a very bad part in a very bad play and nothing went well at all!" She smiled and started walking again. After they had gone up at least two floors, Clarissa walked off of one of the bridges.
"Here," she said pointing to two of the doors. "Potter, Weasley, you get one. Granger, you get the other."
"You know our names?" Ron asked. Clarissa laughed slightly.
"You think Severus doesn't talk about the three of you?"
"Snape talks about us?" Ron looked bewildered.
"Yes, he does." Clarissa smiled a little. "Though, I hope he's only exaggerating about how much a pain you three are." The trio looked at one another.
"I wouldn't say we're a pain," Ron said.
"Well, of course you wouldn't, Ron," Hermione rolled her eyes and sighed.
"But we're not!" Ron started. Harry grabbed him and opened one of the doors.
"Come on," He said and shut the door with a slight bang! Hermione smiled and opened the door to the other room, entered and shut the door. Clarissa walked back to the staircase and headed down.
Ψ
"Dinner!" a voice echoed throughout the entire house. The three teens looked out from their rooms. The twins were running down the staircase on the sixth floor (the floor that Harry, Ron and Hermione's rooms were on).
"Where do we go?" Hermione called to them. They stopped and turned to look at her.
"Just follow us!" They said. The three teens stepped out of their rooms and followed the twin boys down the large winding staircase to the third floor.
"In here," The twins said together as they opened one of the largest doors on that level. The teens followed them and found themselves in a massive room with a huge circular dining table. On the table was a dark green table cloth, silver forks, spoons, knives, and empty plates.
"Sit down," The twins told the teens. Harry sat down on one side of one twin and Hermione sat next to him and Ron next to her. Rafale sat down next to Ron and Heather came in and placed a young boy no older than three in a child chair next to Rafale. She then placed a girl in the next child seat next to the boy.
"Heather, I hate sitting by Lancelot. He always kicks me and tosses his food on my head!" Rafale whined.
"Oh, Rafale, he's just a child! If you don't want him to do things like that, don't sit there!" Heather told him.
"But…" He broke off, looking down at the floor and not speaking. Heather, looking satisfied, walked over to where Neil sat, staring at the table. He looked up as Heather sat down next to him and smiled. She smiled back and kissed him on the cheek. He blushed a little and kept looking at her til Snape walked in and sat a seat away from the little girl next to Lancelot, the boy who bothered Rafale.
"So, what's mom cooking tonight?" Neil spoke out to Snape.
"Mom?" The twins said together. They looked at each other and raised their eyebrows.
"Sorry, it's not my fault I went to school in America!"
"Oh, really!" The twin next to Harry said.
"Yeah, Neil! We remember that you put up a fit to go to school in America! You begged and begged dad to go!" The other twin sneered.
"Oh! And how would you really know? You were only three!" Neil yelled.
"Neil, calm down!" Heather said, placing a hand on his shoulder, trying to sooth him. He took a deep breath and placed his head on her shoulder.
"Oh, come on! Enough with the pity act!" One of the twins said.
"I'm not acting!" Neil glared at them.
"Riiiiiiiiiight!" The other twin said, teasingly.
"Shut up!" Neil said.
"Will you three just stop it?" Clarissa said as she walked in a small door, carrying two bowls in her hands. "Severus, help me." Snape walked past her, as she set the food on the table, and into the room that she had come out of.
Once the table was covered with platters, bowls, plates, and trays of different kinds of food did Snape and Clarissa sat down with the other ten people they shared their house with. The twins and Neil started serving themselves quickly.
"I'm starving!" Neil said as he dished out some pasta onto his plate and then some onto Heathers.
"Thank you, Neil," Heather commented as she served herself some fresh green salad with olives and creamy white dressing. After everyone had filled their plates, with salad, pasta, chicken, pork, bread and some other types of food, the only sound that could be heard was the munching and crunching of food.
"Um…. Clarissa…? Uh… what's this?" Hermione asked, holding up a serving spoon with some strange food in it.
"Oh, that's Risotto with caramelized onions and roasted chicken," She said casually. Hermione looked at it and placed a little bit on her plate.
"What about that?" Ron asked, pointing to a tray with some type of breaded meat.
"Cololetta Alla Milanese… it's breaded veal," she said.
"And this?" Harry asked pointing to a plate with little breaded spheres that looked like doughnut holes.
"Arancini, they're little risotto balls," Clarissa said.
"And my favorite food!" the twin next to Harry said as he picked up a few and put them on his plate.
"What's risotto?" Ron asked.
"It's a type of cooking technique or, more likely, a dish of rice cooked in broth, usually with saffron, and served with grated cheese. Then, it can be formed into spheres like that or served in its regular form… there are many different ways of serving it." Snape explained, not even looking up from his plate.
"So… it's rice?" Ron looked confused. Clarissa nodded.
"Pretty much!" She said.
"I'm thirsty!" the other twin complained. A/N: The twin next to the twin next to Harry!
"What do you want to drink?" Clarissa asked, standing up from the table.
"Water!" both twins said. Clarissa looked over at Harry.
"Uh… water?" He said.
"Water, please" Hermione said.
"Water," Ron mumbled.
"Water," Rafale monotoned. Clarissa turned her head to the little boy and the little girl who sat next to Rafale.
"I'll get them their milk," Heather said as she stood up and walked into the room that most likely lead to the kitchen. Clarissa then looked at Snape.
"Valpolicella," he commented and then went back to eating.
"Oh! He gets to have wine! So do I! Soave, per favore madre!" Neil spoke. Soave, please mother! (note: Soave is the type of wine)
"Of course, Neil," Clarissa said and walked into the room that lead to the kitchen. Heather came out a little bit later, carrying two bottles of warm milk and a glass of white wine.
"Ohhh!" Neil commented as his wife sat down next to him. "Processo! Scelta molto buona, amore!"
"Neil, you know I have no idea what you're saying." Heather smiled as she sat down and took a sip of the wine.
"Well…. Processo is the name of the wine and scelta molto buona, amore means… very good choice, love!" Neil ended the sentence with a little growl, took Heathers glass and placed it on the table, grabbed her body and kissed her passionately, his tongue exploring his partner's mouth.
"Alright, you can stop of love scene," Snape told them. Neil, sadly, let go of Heather, but not before saying, "Hmmm… a bit fruity, yet dry… peachy… a summer wine, perfect for the month of July." His eyes were heavy lidded with a look of passion and he licked his lips for an effect. Heather giggled, blushed and turned her head slightly. Neil laughed and ate some more of his ravioli picante.
"Oh! And… Processo wine is great for making Bellini's." Neil mentioned.
"What's a bellini?" Harry asked.
"A bellini," The twin next to Harry started. "is an Italian cocktail which was invented in Venice, Italy in a bar owned by a guy named Harry."
"You have a lot of Italian food," Hermione said.
"Well, that's because we're Italian." Rafale said.
"Yep," Neil leaned back in his chair. "Grandfather, on dad's side, is all Italian and our grandmother is half British and half Italian… so then… dad's, like, 2/3 Italian and then mum's about half British and half Italian… just like grandmother. So, we've got a lot of Italian and British blood. And nothing else! I don't think…"
"No," Snape said. "Just British and Italian."
"Yes, just those two," Clarissa said, finally walking in the room, holding a tray with cups of water and glasses of wine. "Sorry it took so long, I couldn't find the Caniolo" a type of Italian red wine
"That's alright, none of us died." Neil said picking up his glass and taking a big gulp. No one talked for five minutes.
"Well," Clarissa said, breaking the silence. "I'll go get some dessert,"
"We'll help clear the table," The twins said together.
"Thank you," their mum said as she walked into the kitchen. The twins took all the plates and bowls and platters and trays (not all at the same time) into the kitchen and when they, and their mum, came out they were carrying some plates with different types of desserts.
"Okay, so," Clarissa said to the trio. "We have Panna Cotta a type of creamy dessert, Crème Brulee which is pudding, cheesecake, Tiramisu or maybe you shouldn't have that… well, there's also Zuccotto an Italian sponge cake, Ricotta jam tart, Mocha Semifreddo which is a just a type of frozen treat, and chocolate dipped figs."
"That's… a lot of… different things," Ron commented as he cut a piece of Zuccotto for himself. Clarissa nodded and sat back down at her place. Everyone took what they wanted from the table, the twins had a bit of everything, Harry with just a small piece of jam tart and some figs, Hermione had Crème Brulee, Neil and Heather both had Mocha Semifreddo on their plates along with a little bit of Panna Cotta, Rafale had a two chocolate figs, Snape and Clarissa shared a piece of Tiramisu, and the two youngsters next to Rafale had some cheesecake and Crème Brulee. After a few minutes of everyone eating their dessert, Rafale uttered a high pitched shriek which made almost everyone jump three feet in the air and the hair on the back on everyone's neck stand on end; it even seemed to make Heathers curls straighten a little. Everyone at the table turned their heads to Rafale who was sitting as straight as a pin, his large blue eyes wide like he just saw a ghost, and he had yellow pudding dripping off the ends of his hair and the tip of his nose and chin. The twins snorted and broke into fits of giggles and unsuppressed laughter.
"It's not funny!" Rafale glared at them, the pudding running down his cheeks like yellow tears. Heather stood up and walked over to her brother-in-law.
"I'll clean you up," she said as she pick up from his seat and carried him out of the room to the outer hall. The little boy, Lancelot started making some sort of hissy fit and threw some more pudding at the little girl, who started screaming.
"I'll take care of them," Neil said, picking each of them up and carrying them out of the room, one in each arm.
"You done?" The twin next to Harry asked him. (him Harry)
"Yeah," he said.
"Me too," Hermione said.
"And me," Ron added.
"Okay, here, follow us," they said and the five of them stood up from their seats and left Snape and his wife in the dining room alone.
"Well," Clarissa said, looking at her husband. "How did you like the food?"
"It was perfect, like usual," He said, not looking up from his plate. She looked down.
"I wanted this to be special, not like the usual" she said. He turned his gazed toward her.
"Clarissa," he started and reached out his arm to touch her. But, she stood up and moved away before his hand could place itself on her arm. Clarissa pulled out her wand and said a few spells so that the plates would make themselves clean then put themselves away in the cupboards in the kitchen. She then sat back down next to Snape.
"Severus, I wanted you to have a good time today." She said.
"I'm having a good time." He tried to explain.
"You never smile anymore, you never wrap your arms around me when we sleep at night, you never stroke my hair, you never kiss me anymore… what happened? Did I do something wrong? Is this some sort of punishment? Or treatment? Tell me, Severus!" Clarissa stood again, on the verge of tears. Snape looked astonished.
"Clarissa," Snape stood abruptly and pulled his wife into a tight embrace.
"I'm sorry," he whispered into her ear. She wrapped her arms around him and cried into his shoulder. He stroked her hair lightly, thinking. They stood like that in each others embraced for at least ten minutes. He never wanted to let go. Finally, Clarissa pulled away, the paths of tears still shimmering on her cheeks.
"I love you, Severus," she sniffed, wiping her face on the sleeve of her shirt. "I really do," Severus smiled, took his wife's hand in his and walked out of the dining room side by side with his partner. They walked up to their room on the fifth floor and entered.
"What should we do tonight?" Clarissa asked, a naughty look in her eyes as she changed into her night clothes. Severus blushed as he sat down on the edge of their bed..
"What are you thinking?" He asked, right eyebrow cocked.
"Well," She said, climbing onto the bed and kneeling next to him on her hands and knees like a cat. "We can do whatever you want," she nuzzled his neck and he blushed a deeper red and broke into a small sweat.
"W-What if I don't want to do a-anything?" He asked. But she didn't answer. Her hands intelligently undid the buttons on his vest and pulled it off, pulled off his sweater, unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, and pulled off everything else he wore on his chest and torso til it was bare.
"My god," She said, pushing him over so that his back was on the mattress. "How many shirts can a man wear and still survive?" She climbed over him and gently nipped the tip of his ear. Severus was finally getting over the strange embarrassment and he pulled his wife to him, nuzzling her chest. She giggled and pulled up, looking at him in the eyes. He smiled and turned her over so that he was on top. He looked at his wife in her skimpy, silky dark blue night dress that had spaghetti straps and ended at least five inches above her knee. He bent over and nuzzled her neck.
"You look very seductive tonight," he whispered in her ear. She placed her arms around his back and hugged him tightly. He lifted his head and looked at her. She smiled. He leaned in, hesitantly, tilting his head to the side and finally meeting his goal by placing his lips onto his wife's. She opened her mouth and forced his open with her tongue so that their kiss could deepen. Their tongues battled with one another, hitting each other and the walls of their owner's mouths. Severus pulled away after his tongue started tiring from moving so much. Clarissa licked her lips, savoring the sweet taste of her husband's mouth. And the two fell asleep like that, Severus on top and Clarissa holding on to him, glad that she fell in love with this man.
YES! I FINISHED THE CHAPTER! I'm sooooooo happy! It took me months! My gosh. I really liked this chapter! Yah! A little bit of loving! YOOOHOOO! And… time to conquer the next chapter! Hope it won't take as long.