Snape Revealed Shorts, Story TWO:
Pure Romance
Part 5: The Mixologist
AN: JK Rowling created most of these characters and the universe from which they hail…
I can't leave the house these days without some stay-at-home Mom trying to sell me some Pure Romance. I assume this type of stuff is sold worldwide, but I live in the town that started Pure Romance. Yes, a family in Cincinnati, Ohio came up with the idea years ago and it's grown into a monster. If you are unaware, it's a company that sells sex toys. Yes. So I'm going to write a story about it for no good reason. No, I don't work for Pure Romance, no, I've never been to any of their parties, but I'm invited all the darn time!
It goes without saying this installment is rated M for mature language and some graphic…um…depictions. Okay, it's just plain raunchy.
(This story begins during the first week of October, 1985. Rhys is long gone, as is Lily, and after four years of mourning, Severus is still deeply affected, however, he's slowly beginning to emerge from his self-imposed mental-exile.)
This story is not yet beta'd…
*This installment has some sexual situations in it*
Two days later Severus sat, alone, in an upscale steakhouse in a Diagon Ally. The server seemed really confused when Severus just ordered the blue-cheese wedge salad with no bacon, lobster bisque soup and crab cakes. Severus kept glaring down at his fob-watch, since it wasn't like Lucius to be so tardy. Severus had to be back to Hogwarts soon and couldn't sit around all night waiting. Finally he spotted a deep red clad Lucius, limping into the restaurant.
"I took the liberty of ordering for you," Severus said to his friend, who made a pained face as he sat across from him.
"Sorry I'm late," Lucius said with formality, before placing his napkin on his lap and beginning to giggle. "That woman...man...she just...she's something."
"What woman?"
"My wife."
"Ah, and she's something now?"
"Well she's always been polarizing..."
"Wedge salad without bacon, Caesar with shrimp," the server interrupted, handing each wizard the appropriate salad. Lucius smiled and waited for the server to leave.
"You wouldn't believe what she did when I was out of town last weekend."
"Probably not," Severus fibbed. "Are we going to share?"
"No, no, no..."
"Why are you limping?" Severus asked, almost hating to hear the answer.
"Oh, no reason," Lucius said, squirming in his seat.
"Piles?" Severus joked. Lucius rolled his eyes and exhaled while taking a bite of his shrimp.
"No, no, nothing like that. It was the weirdest thing though."
"Are you cured or not?" Severus asked as Lucius just stared at him blankly for a moment.
"Fuck, I forgot you're a mind reader! Can't keep anything from you," he said, looking down at his food. "Well if you must know, yes, I believe I'm cured."
"Well good. Why else ask me here on a Monday night to celebrate?"
"Yes, yes, well, I think everything is working now in...that department."
"Good! I'm glad to hear it!" Severus spoke as Lucius suddenly looked very relieved. "What cured you?"
"I'd prefer not to go into details, but let's just say...Narcissa went out of her way to try to...help me, I guess. I'm not sure where she gets these ideas from," Lucius began to chuckle.
"So, you're fully functional now?"
"Yes, yes, yes...all's well."
"Please tell me you didn't do all this with Draco in the same room."
"Of course not! We used one of the other rooms...yours actually."
"Wonderful," Severus sighed. He was certain he'd never get that visual out of his head. "Well I'm glad you're being a normal...husband again."
"Yes, it's been a fun day," Lucius smiled, and then squirmed in his seat again. Severus tried not to make a sickened face, but it was difficult. "She's such an amazing woman. I had no idea she could be so...commanding."
Severus swallowed his water hard and tried to avoid choking as Lucius continued to talk.
"Commanding? I've seen her be pretty bossy before."
"Not like this, no something came over her, she just...ravished me!"
"I like a woman who knows what she wants and takes it," Severus joked.
"Precisely!" Lucius remarked, not understanding Severus was kidding. "She was so...womanly and...strong...and...confident...and...sexy...and...just wonderful."
"Good. I'm glad to hear it. I'm glad you have resumed...sexual-congress with your wife."
"Oh me too. I love her so, and now it's clear, she loves me too," he said in an unusual, humble voice. Even though Severus was grossed out, he was pleased that Kathleen cured his friend.
With Lucius all taken care of, Severus returned to Hogwarts. He wanted to share the news with Kathleen, but he was on patrol that night and he made it back just in time to catch two Hufflepuffs on the Astronomy Tower and a rouge Ravenclaw lurking the corridors, apparently sleepwalking. When his patrol ended at midnight, he was pretty tired, so he retired for the evening. Mini had a cup of tea waiting for him when he returned. He sat on his sofa and she handed him the book he'd been reading and propped his feet up on his coffee table. It was nice having an elf.
The next day Kathleen made a point to sit next to Severus at dinner. It didn't stop Pomona from putting some chicken skin on Severus's plate via magic.
"Okay that's just gross," Kathleen commented as the skin slowly flew over her plate and then landed right on top of Severus's mashed potatoes. "So, I got the nicest letter from Narcissa today."
"Is that true?" Severus asked, lifting the skin off his potatoes with his fork.
"She thanked me for helping her out and would like to meet again to maybe purchase more items."
"I'm glad you're profiting from all this."
"Me too, money is good."
"I hear you like money," Severus jibbed.
"I heard the same thing actually," she joked back. She smiled and Severus turned to smile back at her when he heard some students begin to giggle. Severus instantly turned to glare at the students in the Great Hall and then proceeded to eat his carrots.
"I met with Lucius last night and he casually mentioned that he seemed to be cured."
"Well good for them."
"I can't believe Slytherin beat my Puff's last week," Sprout interrupted to Kathleen.
"I told you they would do well," Kathleen replied. Sprout dominated the rest of the evening's conversation, so Severus finished his meal and then retired to his quarters. His black cat Nina was happy to have him home for once. She curled up on his lap while he did some research about the Wolfesbane. She purred while he read, but instead of concentrating on the bio-chemistry of wolves, he found himself thinking about Kathleen's hips. Beneath her robes it was difficult to tell but he was certain she was just curvy enough. He imagined her skin to be soft.
"Mr. Severus," Mini spoke sneaking up behind him on the sofa.
"What?"
"Mini has all of your robes pressed and new sheets on your bed. Do you need tea or water or juice?"
"No I'm fine, thank you. Has Nina been fed?"
"She has sir," Mini replied humbly. "Her box has been emptied."
"Did she have kippers?" he asked in a higher pitched voice as he picked up the silky cat and turned her to face him, her green eyes staring deep into his.
"She did sir, her once a week kippers, and some cream."
"Good, no wonder she's purring so much," he said, more to the cat than to the elf. He brought Nina closer to his chest and held her tight as he stared into the fire. Before he knew it, he was asleep.
Gryffindor beat Ravenclaw that weekend, not that he attended the match. Kathleen spent the weekend in London sightseeing again while he had to chaperone the students to Hogsmeade. On Monday evening, he sat in the Great Hall waiting for dinner to appear when Dumbledore began to speak.
"I'd like to say something this evening before we have our dinner. In honor of our American professor, we're having American Feast week. This week is the American holiday called Thanksgiving, and to make Professor O'Hara feel more at home, we asked the elves to recreate some of America's most famous dishes. Tonight, we dine on a cuisine that comes from where she was born, in the Southwest of America. It's called, Mex-Tex..."
"It's Tex-Mex," Kathleen whispered to Severus who just chucked.
"And I've had this before while in America and I just loved it. I hope you all enjoy it to," Dumbledore said as the food magically appeared on the tables. A large plate of cheese quesadillas appeared right before Severus, along with beef- hard shelled tacos, chicken enchiladas and baked nachos loaded with cheese and beans.
"Interesting idea," Severus said, reaching for the cheese quesadilla. Kathleen smiled and put one of everything on her plate.
"Wow, that was so nice of him, he didn't need to do that," she said as she piled sour cream onto her nachos. A moment later Dumbledore walked over to speak to them.
"Around ten o'clock please join me in my office, all of the staff will be there for some more...festivities," Dumbledore offered and then went back to his seat.
"What does he have planned?" Kathleen asked Severus who was just as curious as she was. He too enjoyed the Tex-Mex he'd sampled in America a few years back and was really happy to have the quesadilla on his plate. He put it in his mouth and instantly knew it just wasn't right.
Kathleen put a bite of taco into her mouth and made a face as well. They both put the food back down on their plates and opened them up to examine them. She looked over at Severus's plate as he removed the tortilla to expose the filling.
"Is that...Swiss cheese?" Kathleen asked Severus who snarled at his dinner.
"I believe it is. I don't remember Swiss being in the ones I had in San Antonio."
"Um, no, they don't use Swiss. And what the hell is in my taco?" she asked, fingering through its contents. "This beef isn't ground, it's like...steak that was cut into cubes, and is that...cabbage instead of lettuce?"
"It looks like cabbage."
"Wow, and tomato sauce instead of diced tomatoes and oh, what a shock, shredded Swiss cheese," she smiled as Severus couldn't help but chuckle.
"I don't think the very English elves know how to prepare Mex-Tex cuisine," Severus spoke as Kathleen began to laugh.
"It's not really, awful; it's just not what I expected."
"My favorite are these nachos here, instead of refried beans, are those mashed black-eyed-peas?"
"Oh God Sev, I do believe you are right."
"Mmm! These tacos are wonderful!" Sprout spoke loudly as she reached for another one. Severus looked out into the Great Hall and noticed most of the Hufflepuffs were enjoying the meal, while the Ravenclaws were taking theirs apart to examine them, the Gryffindors were taking bites, making horrible faces and then taking more bites, and the Slytherins were just staring at theirs.
Kathleen reached for an enchilada and slowly brought it to her mouth. Severus was impressed with her braveness. She closed her eyes and took a bite. She tried to conceal her face of disgust and slowly put it back down on her plate. She continued to chew as Severus's smile grew larger until he was laughing at her. She reached for her water and drank nearly the entire glass before swallowing loudly.
"How bad could it be?" he asked.
"Well, it was some kind of stewed-chicken and the cheese...was muenster!" she said with a sneer. Severus covered his mouth to conceal his giggles from the students.
"Muenster? Merlin's saggy nut-sac, even I know that does not belong in any kind of enchilada."
"It doesn't belong on this planet!"
"At least it's not blue cheese."
"Oh God, I'm surprised it wasn't a fried chicken drumstick with Limburger cheese," she joked.
"Gross..."
"Oh these nachos are just fabulous," Sprout spoke. Severus glanced over at Flitwick who was staring down at his plate with disdain. "Do you like the chili con queso? " Sprout asked the pair who just stared at her blankly.
"It's parmesan atop of bolognaise with crisps," Severus replied as Kathleen had to lower her head to laugh into her lap. She ended up laughing so hard she snorted, which made Sprout smile.
After dinner Severus nearly sprinted to his office where Mini had a platter full of fresh fruit waiting for him on his desk. He sat back with his feet up on his desk and bit into the sour-green apple. A moment later the door to his office swung open and Kathleen entered and took the seat opposite him.
"That was sweet but man...that food was awful," she said as Severus took another huge bite of apple and savored it as he chewed. "I wonder what Dumbledore has in store for us tonight?" she asked as he just shrugged his shoulders and took another bite. "Oh God, I wonder what they'll make tomorrow?" she asked as he just shook his head and took another bite. "For Christ's sakes, give me some fruit!" she commanded as he handed her the platter. She selected a Bartlett pear and bit into it with immense passion.
"Good?" he asked.
"I'm starving and that damn muenster taste is still in my mouth," she said, taking another bite. "Mmm...I can't believe Pomona ate all that food," she said with a mouth full of pear.
"I can, she's a pig. She was in heaven; she even forgot to put renegade meat on my plate tonight."
"Oh shit, that's right!" she smiled and then reached for some red grapes. "Wow, these grapes are really good."
"Yup, I know," he replied, taking some grapes for himself. A moment later a student knocked on his door, so Kathleen excused herself, but not before stealing a tangerine from his platter.
"So I asked you all here tonight so we could get together after that fine meal and have some Mex-Tex beverages too," Dumbledore said as Flitwick sneered for a moment.
"It's Tex-Mex," Severus corrected.
"Oh, that's right...well, Severus, our resident Potion's Master, will brew for us tonight some authentic...margaritas!"
"I will?"
"You will," Dumbledore smiled as Severus just rolled his eyes. "Severus makes the best ones. Ever since we visited San Antonio a few years back he's been making me margaritas."
"I had no idea," Kathleen smiled as Severus rose to approach a table that had all of the ingredients on it. Everyone else began to talk when Kathleen approached him at the table. "So, just because you can brew potions that means you're also a great bartender now?"
"I guess so..."
"Make sure to use that Pertrune..."
"It's Patron Dumbledore," Severus corrected. "I will."
"Mex-Tex?" she whispered to Severus who glanced up and smiled as he sliced the fresh limes.
"I prefer Herradura myself," Severus whispered back.
"I thought you didn't really drink. I've never seen you drink?"
"Rarely, these are an exception."
"I love margaritas, you better not fuck them up," she whispered to him as he chuckled.
"I won't, these are authentic. I got the recipe from a wizard in Texas when I was there."
"They aren't that difficult to make."
"No, the key is fresh limes."
"Oh yes, fresh limes are the secret," she smiled. She watched on as he hand-squeezed the limes and mixed the liquors in a huge decanter. He then poured the contents into very large goblets and added a slice of lime-peel to each as a garnish. He let Dumbledore sip first, who then sighed and gave Severus a thumbs up. "Okay, I'll give it a try," she said slowly bringing the goblet to her lips. She took a sip and smiled. "Wow that's good, and wow...it's strong!"
"Well if you're going to do it, do it strong," Severus said taking a sip from his half-filled goblet. "And it's pretty tart."
"Oh Severus, this is so good!" Sprout said as she nearly finished hers in one sip.
"I'm glad you like it," Severus replied.
"So, why were you two in Texas?" Kathleen asked.
"Potion's conference, he really wanted to attend with me. We went to the wizarding river walk and had Mex-Tex," he joked, "and margaritas every night."
"Well, you outdid yourself, this is good," she said, drinking all of her goblet's contents and then reaching for another.
"These are strong, two-drink maximum," Severus warned as he poured her another.
Before Severus knew it, he and Dumbledore were the only sober people in the room. Kathleen had passed-go about thirty minutes before and even Minerva looked a bit tipsy. Sprout waddled out the door and Flitwick, who only had one, was not walking very steady.
"Miss O'Hara, allow me to escort you back to your quarters," Severus said to the witch who was having more fun than she probably should have been having.
"Why thank you Mr. Severus," she smiled and then burst into laughter.
"Use my floo Severus," Dumbledore offered. Severus helped the witch over the floo and then walked her in, since it was large enough for two. He threw in the powder and was in her quarters a few moments later. He helped her out and got her to her sofa.
"What did he do to my master?" Hinnie asked, coming out of her cubby and running towards Kathleen.
"Nothing, she's just a little drunk."
"A little?" Kathleen laughed. "Try a lot!"
"Well, yes, a lot drunk."
"Oh Sev, oh Sev, oh Sev...the room is spinning," she said as she almost fell over onto her side.
"Let's get you to bed," Severus mentioned. He carried her into her bedroom and placed her gently in the center of her large bed. He lay down next to her and reached into his pocket.
"Whatcha doing?" she asked.
"Getting some Sober-Up for you," he said, staring down at the multiple, tiny shrunken vials in his hand. As he was looking for the correct vial she sat up on the bed and instantly removed her robes over her head.
"God it's fuckin' hot in here!" she said, wiping sweat from her forehead and throwing her robes onto the floor. Severus couldn't help but notice she was committing a faux pas. Her bra was lavender and her knickers were black. Camilla's always matched. Severus stared for a brief moment and then looked back to his hand.
"I'll cast a cooling charm," Severus offered, finding the vial of Sober-Up for her.
"Nah, I'll be fline," she giggled and then lay back down on the bed.
"Here, drink this, in five minutes you'll feel fine," he instructed as he helped her to drink the contents of the vial without spilling. "Hinnie, bring her some water please," Severus said to the elf, who he could hear rummaging just outside the door. Kathleen continued to giggle some as he re-shrunk the vial and put it back into his pocket. He lay down on his side, resting his head on his arm and just watched the witch continue to giggle spontaneously until Hinnie presented her with a glass of water. "Drink it all please."
"Yes sir," she smiled and sat up to take the glass from the elf. He could tell by her demeanor she was feeling better already. She drank the entire contents of the glass at once and handed him the glass to place on the nightstand for her.
"Do you want your robes back?" he asked as she lay on her back, and turned her face towards his. She smiled and shook her head and then took a deep breath. "Feeling better?"
"Your cocktails get one drunk quickly, and your potions sober them up quickly."
"Yes, well, I'm very good at what I do."
"Yes you are," she smiled. They both stared at each other for a moment. Severus found his hand was caressing her face as she closed her eyes. Her skin was soft and very smooth. He gently swept her hair from her shoulder so he could gently glide his finger around her bra-strap. A moment later his hand was near her chest but he made sure to avoid her actual breasts as he moved down just above her belly button, which made her chuckle slightly. She was still flat on her back but he noticed she had opened her legs ever so slightly. Her eyes remained shut and even though he wasn't left handed, he decided to continue gently gliding his fingers over her skin just above her knickers.
He kept moving his hand lower, over her knickers, which caused her to inhale quickly and then bite her bottom lip. He kept his eyes focused on her face and then moved her knickers to the side to he could touch her skin. She made the faintest of noises but it was obvious to him she was enjoying herself. His hand gave him a detailed description of her entire anatomy and then he quickened his pace as she began to breathe louder and inhale harder.
He noticed she never once opened her eyes, and wasn't being too loud either. Instead her breaths and soft moans were gentle and frequent, slightly going up in pitch the deeper he went in and her hand squeezed his robes near his chest tighter the faster he massaged her outside. He too was beginning to take deeper breaths and was as turned on as he'd ever been in the past. Finally he felt her begin to tremble as she seemed to hold her breath for a few moments before coordinating her exhales with her quivers.
It was times like these he envied women. He knew she wasn't done, even though his hand was growing tired. He wondered what marvels he could accomplish if he'd used his right hand, which was still nestled on his jaw line as he reclined on his side next to her. He thought momentarily about just climbing on top of her, but then decided against it. He wasn't sure if she was on any birth-control potions and it was probably wasn't the best idea to get her drunk and then have sex with her, even if his Sober-Up had done a decent job.
She continued to shudder and began to squirm more on the bed. She even invoked the name of God a few times and then finally asked him to stop. He remained on his side, just staring at her, as she finally opened her eyes. She waved her hand in her sweaty hair to push it off her forehead and continued to breathe rather deeply. Severus gave her a soft, closed lipped kiss on the lips and then rolled over on his back while bunching up his robes up, being mindful to hide his arousal.
"Okay you filthy man, don't go rubbing your hand on my good sheets now," she said with a smile.
"You think I would just rub my hand on your sheets?"
"Yeah, or on me."
"It's from you though."
"True, but its out-there now, so don't rub it on me. I hate when guys casually like...use their hand then in your hair or on your robes and it's so obvious what they are doing."
"Shall I wash my hands?"
"If you feel so compelled."
"Well as a Healer and a Potion's Master, I understand the importance of good hygiene," Severus smiled, rising from her bed and heading towards her loo. He noticed Hinnie making angered faces at him as he walked passed her. He used her lavender scented soap and dried his hands on her bright red towels and then rejoined her in the bedroom, where he noticed her robes were back on her body.
"Feel refreshed?" she asked, sitting up on her bed.
"I do. What marvelous soap you have," he jibbed with a slight smile. "I'm so glad I got to sample it."
"God forbid part of me ended up in one of your potions."
"God forbid. I know of no real potion where secretions are used, but I'm sure I could invent one," he said as she laughed.
"Lay down next to me," she offered as he climbed onto her bed again. This time he lay with his head on her pillow, flat on his back, while she leaned next to him with her head on his chest. The two sat in silence for a moment and Severus nearly fell asleep when she spoke.
"Your chest is so bony."
"Yeah," he whispered. She didn't speak again. A moment later, he could hear his own soft snores.
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