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Treading a Troubled Track	By : SnapesOnlyOne Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 1833 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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The Yule Ball for professors began early in the morning. Coming down into The Great Hall, and making sure all the arrangements that we’d been preparing are completed. We, the staff, had gone for an inter-house promotional cooperation, all the colors coinciding, one tree decorated for each house in each corner and the largest one behind the staff table was decorated in a perfect blend of all four house’s colors.
The twinkling faerie lights, floating candles with the falling snow of the enchanted ceiling, and glittered ornaments added a sparkling resplendence that will make the winter festivities appear remarkable.
*
Back in my room, I begin the process of getting fixed up for the ball, pulling my new dressing robes from the armoire and laying it out along the bed, heading to the bathroom to start getting ready. I turn on scalding water and let my clothes drop to the floor in a heap and begin laying out my makeup and the things I’d need to do my hair. I climb under the scalding water as I pull my hair down from it’s tightly done up high ponytail and let my thick black tresses fall to my waist under the cascading water.
I scrub my skin, luxuriating oils made from Severus’ personal supply store. As I woke early this morning, Severus had already risen and left for the morning, doing what I don’t know. Which pleases me just fine, seeing as how I am not quite ready to face him yet, him or his wrath, which I am sure is to come when I least expect it.
I step out of the shower, clean, and wrap myself in a large fluffy towel and wrap my hair up as well, sitting down in front of my vanity and prepping my face. I’d picked up quite a lot from the muggle world, and one thing I appreciate the most are the muggle beauty products that I will be using for the ball. I’m quite nervous though, since Severus has yet to see me with my muggle makeup on and I know there is a big difference in how wizarding beauty products are from the muggle ones I’ve grown fond of. Even as young as I am, my years experience as a Death Eater took me around not only the U.K., but was lucky enough to go to America, venturing outside of Wizarding U.S., seeing the sights, and encountering shopping.
After applying my moisturizer, I put on the primer, which I feel is any makeup lover’s secret weapon. Not having working electricity in the Hogwarts castle means that I can not properly use the my muggle hair styling tools. I take my wand and spell my hair dry, and apply my own hair serum creation that not even the best Muggle scientists could hope to achieve, running my fingers through the strands to smooth it out and tame the curly strands to keep from my hair springing up and forming a halo of frizz. After applying the products, with no heat source, I wrap the ends of my hair around my fingers and roll it up till I get to the spot I’d like this curl to end, clipping it in and starting on the next one, already dreading the ache in my limbs by keeping them suspended about my head.
After I have my hair set, rolled up, I begin the rest of my makeup process. Putting on first a very light foundation and not wanting a very heavy coverage, I skip the powder and start on the eyeshadow, blending my colors, using a smokey look of black and red wine colored shadows with hints of silver for highlighting to match the colors of my crimson dress robes that Severus had given me.
I stare at the mirror, wonderingly, the expression “glowing” does apply. With a hint of highlighting on the apple of my cheeks, and no blush, and I ready to put on my robes and then finish my hair. I wander over to my bed.
Looking down at my new dress robes, I am still in awe from the previous evening. Never before had I received something so beautiful without strings attached. My family, very wealthy in the wizarding community, I had all the nicest and most expensive robes that could be offered to a young wealthy pureblooded witch. But always something was always behind the supposed sentiment of being given clothing. So to behold this beautiful gown in front of me, crimson and bordering on blood red and classy; with varying shades of silver and black and gold, iridescent and glowing with sequins in a spill down throughout the dress in differing patterns.
I pull on my dress robes and head back into my bathroom to my vanity, standing in front of the floor length mirror, and smooth my hands down my waist, turning to the side to see my silhouette, checking the slight curve of my tummy, adding a bit more to my thus far full figure. I don’t quite know what Severus thinks of me, making me nervous of what he will think of my already curvy frame becoming even more so. I already know that he likes having sex with me, but every man likes sex, I just wish I knew more of what he thought of me.
I’d been staying away from him, going here and there all morning, hoping to avoid him, but also hoping to just get the confrontation over with.
After donning my dress robes, I’d taken my hair down, arms aching again from keeping them up. I seriously need to find a way to make my electric hair tools to work here, this is getting ridiculous. All down, I run my fingers through my hair lightly, trying not to ruin the curl too much, but leaving a tousled just bedded look that I hope will encourage Severus to forget his anger and just want to take me to bed.
I look back into the mirror, somewhat baffled that he’d buy me a gown that was so low cut, my breasts already swelling with my pregnancy and the cut of the gown, pushing my cleavage further up and out, each breath I take inflating my chest more.
I take another breath, a don my cloak and make my way to the doors of The Great Hall, to await the students with the rest of the faculty, and of course Severus. A part of me wishing that we’d agreed to meet at our rooms so he wouldn’t be seeing me at the same time as the rest of the faculty.
‘Deep breath’.
*****
The day had been strange not spending with Morwyn. Her being a part of the organized committee to decorate the Hall along with Flitwick. At one point I’d been tempted to approach her, but had forced myself to keep to my own days events and wait till this evening to see her. Seeing her tonight, in her new dress robes, a satisfaction I couldn’t put a name to rose within me.
And after getting my priorities for the holidays straightened and getting back to my private rooms and getting ready for the evening, I was late. Students had already begun to file into the room and form into groups with their dates and other comrades. My eyes immediately search out Morwyn among the staff, falling onto what I feel is her, standing next to Minerva and what looks to be our Head Boy and Head Girl and I stop, frozen.
It feels like an eternity, but must be seconds, before my feet find themselves and I am by her side in a moment. And I can’t help myself, as I grasp her upper arm, not even formulating any words to her three companions or even her before I begin to drag her away from the prying eyes of students and staff, sure to be ogling her.
*****
His tight grip frightened me, I knew he was angry with me, but this was completely unnecessary. He pulled me through the side door for the faculty before I found myself, pulling my arm from his firm grip. “Severus! What has got into you!?”
He turned sharply to me, “Look at you!” he snarled.
I shrank back at his ferocity, my hands flying up to my chest, before crossing my arms and circling them around my waist, self consciously, feeling myself already curling into my shell I’d worked so hard to come out of with him. “Sev--” my voice cracked “Severus, I know-I mean, I realize… I mean with the pregnancy, I realize that I’ve put on more weight and it’s not very attractive but--” His hands were grasping my shoulders before I knew it, and he shook me hard once, in my face.
“Are you mad woman! You’re fine.”
I can’t help but scoff at him, insulted, fine he says. “No, Morwyn, you are on far too much display for my comfort, no one should be able to see what clearly is for my eyes only. This bloody gown was suppose to keep you covered.”
I stopped and looked up at him. I knew that this was his way of telling me he liked the way I looked, but at the end of the day I am an eighteen year old female filled with pregnant hormones and I wanted to hear something nice. “Say something nice Severus. Say something nice to me right now, or I am leaving and you will not be coming back to my rooms tonight or any night as far as I am concerned.”
He blanched. Staring down at me, then straightened, squaring his shoulders which at any other time may have amused me but I was too angry at this second to see anything but tunnel vision. “okay.”
He turned away from me, pacing, before coming back to me. “You’re young, the same age as these seventh and eighth year returning students. Much younger than myself and…” he cleared his throat “and far too lovely for me. But in saying that, let be known that I am too damned selfish to ever let you go.” I wanted to reassure him, that I found him more than attractive, but something in my told me that he’d see that as me trying to condescend to him, so I kept my silence, looking up at him, I let a small smile grace my lips, nodding and mumbling out a small thank you before grabbing his hands and walking back into The Great Hall. I sent a grin to Hermione and Draco, the former of which was looking at me with a look of concern and the latter looking bored. I felt Severus’ fingers tense under mine, but kept a firm grip and led him to the teachers table, not letting him pull away from me. If he wanted me, then I wanted people to know how much I wanted him, and just shy of throwing him down in front of the students and tearing his robes off, this was the next best approach.
***)!!!(***
I see Professor Blanchett pulling Snape in by both hands, hers behind her back, trailing him in the room. I won’t be like every other student, gaping with my mouth open. Although, seeing Hermione with her expression so unsurprised has me wondering what Gryffindor’s own already knows.
***)!!!(***
Professor Blanchett comes to a stop with Professor Snape behind her, and after cutting my eyes down, see her not letting go and turning in his arms, adjusting her grip and bringing her hands behind her again, placing his hands on her waist and gazing up at him. And it brings warmth through me, seeing someone look at Professor Snape like that, and I know he deserves this.
Even though things didn’t work out with Ron and myself, I can’t help but want someone to look at me that way. She and I are the same age and she has found someone who is clearly devoted to her. Words are already coming out of his mouth before I can turn my glare on Draco. “Missing Weaslebee, eh Granger?” he smirks. My glare fullforce, I grab his wrist and pull him to the dance floor to get our dance over with, not wanting to be pressed so close to him for longer than I have to be.
*****
I should have pulled out of Morwyn’s grasp, but after avoiding a bigger confrontation in the back corridor, I remain stiff but keep my hold on her smaller body, clasping her to me as I turn her on the dance floor. Her back pressed tightly to my chest and her head dropped back against me, eyes closed. And I let myself relax, feeling her trust in me, I ignore the looks of horror on the faces of the students that clearly can not believe that the beautiful young new Potions Mistress is with the ‘Greasy Git of the Dungeons’, and I feel the Marauders turn in the proverbial graves, pleasing me to no end.
*****
As the evening dwindled down, the couples were still dancing and laughing, myself and the staff both dancing and chatting and chaperoning the Yule Ball. I can’t help but cut my eyes over to Hermione, even after seeing her at the start of the Ball, I’ve yet to speak with her alone since last evening and I have a burning curiosity of her view on what she walked in on Severus and myself in the middle of making love.
When I catch her friends wandering away, I make my way over to her. “Miss Granger? A moment of your time?”
“Of course, Professor.”
I lead her out to the hallway, towards the front doors, where I can hear Severus catching students in compromising positions and gleefully chastising them, I have to keep myself from smiling. He finds joy in so little, ruining the fun of others clearly pleases him.
We come to an alcove next to a fireplace where my icy stare shooed away the couples there and we seat ourselves down after assuring that no one else is near by. “Miss-- Hermione. I’d like to speak with you about what you walked in on last night.” She shook her head rapidly.
“No, Professor. It is I that must apologize. I walked in without waiting for a response from the Professor. I’m sorry I interrupted you… forgive me.”
I sat stunned, worried I’d have to be putting out a fire, even though we’d been cordial at the beginning of the evening, meant nothing, Hermione Granger is nothing if not disciplined in all aspects of her life and I knew she wouldn’t cause a scene but I wasn’t sure how she saw Severus and I didn’t want the students to ever lose the respect they clearly have for him, fear yes they’d never lose, but their respect I knew meant something to him.
I was pleased, and let it show, smiling warmly to her. “Thank you Hermione. And… while we are alone, feel free to call me Morwyn. We are… after all the same age. And according to Severus, I would have been a Gryffindor.” We both laugh, her pleasant, not heard much outside of her tight nit group of friends. I feel an instant kinship to her, and a part of me really wishes I had gone to school here so that I could have had friends, homeschooling then being shipped off left little time for making friends.
After we both come down, quieting, it feels good to be off my feet after dancing and walking around chaperoning. She gestures down to my gown, “You look gorgeous Morwyn. I meant to say that already. The Professor must be pleased.”
I laugh, snorting lightly. “Well, he’s not quite pleased with the fit of the dress. But with circumstances as they are, I’ll only be get bigger and so will my breasts.” My breath caught short in my chest, as my hands flew up to cover my mouth, eyes falling on her, surprised.
“No Morwyn. It’s okay.” She leaned forward with her hands coming out and prying them away from my mouth.
We sat silent for a moment, her letting me come down from my accidental slip. I couldn’t take my eyes from my clasped hands in my lap, “Please don’t tell anyone Hermione. We aren’t ready for people to find out.” She nodded, covering my fidgeting fingers, “I understand Morwyn. You can trust me, I won’t tell anyone.” I brought my watery smile up to her comforting one, and shocked us both by leaning forward to hug her in thanks.
***)!!!(***
I stayed in my hiding spot, not so much trying to eavesdrop as much as wanting to know why Hermione had been so concerned earlier when Snape had pulled Professor Blanchett from the room. After hearing her accidental confession to Hermione and seeing Hermione comfort her, I stood silent, waiting for them to separate so I could speak with Hermione. As I was about to step out after Professor Blanchett had walked away, Hermione spoke, staring into the fire. “Come out Malfoy, come here.” I schooled my features to nothing and come to take Professor Blanchett’s place directly in front of Hermione, waiting for her to speak, she looked far away and something was growing in me, something that not only appreciated her physical appeal, but had me wanting to know what she was thinking. So I asked her how she knew I’d been standing there, and after a bit of silence, with her gaze still focused so far away into the flames, she spoke monotone. “He deserves happiness more than anyone I’ve ever met Malfoy. More so than even Harry. You will keep your silence.”
“Answer my question first Hermione.” She turned her eyes back to the fire, sighing lightly. “I didn’t make it as far through the war that I did without knowing something about stealth. How Professor Blanchett didn’t hear you I won’t know, but I attribute that to her shock of her accidental reveal. You. Will. Keep. Your. Mouth closed Draco.” The use of my name from her lips very rare, I couldn’t take my eyes off her profile. “That’s not all is it Hermione?”
I heard her take a deep breath. “Your scent.” My brow furrowed, “My scent?” I queried. She nodded and side eyed me, I’m sure for my reaction. When none came, spine rigid she got up from her spot and before she could take another step away from me, I clasped her wrist in my hand and stood up, towering over her and pulled her to me, leaning down, I paused giving her ample time to pull away from me, and when she tilted her head up, eyes hooding, I brought my lips to hers, pressing softly, her lips part and I slip my tongue inside, hearing her moan and her arms come up and around the back of my neck. I lost myself in her kiss, until breathing and lack of air had me pulling back, placing one last kiss on her lips and looking down at her upturned face, eyes still closed and lips swollen. “Mione, Mione, my own Hermione.” I repeat to her, whispering her name as she comes back to herself. And I can see the moment she realizes to whom she’d just locked lips. And I tightened my grip around her waist and brought her flush against me. “No, no my little Lion.” I smirk when her shock turns into a glare and I see her feistiness come back with a swiftness, which is just how I like her.
“Let me go Malfoy.”
I pause, eyes running around the alcove as if I thinking, while I rub my hand up and down her back, enjoying her shiver. “I think not. I quite like how this feels.” I see her bite back a smile. “You’re insufferable ferret!” Before yanking herself out of my arms and stomping her way to the stairs. “I’ll see you in our rooms darling!”
Her huff and stomp had me laughing as I turned back to go into the The Great Hall and finish the Yule Ball, going for the spiked punch bowl again, smiling the whole time.
*****
After the Ball ended, we made our way slowly to my rooms, my aching feet screaming at me to get out of my heels and in my comfortable house shoes and something less constricting along my abdomen, I have this dramatic feeling I know, that my baby is being squeezed inside of me and it’s dreadful.
Sensing my anxiety, Severus runs a soothing hand down my spine and as we take the last steps into the dungeon he sweeps me into his arms and takes swift steps to my portrait hole all the while ignoring my protestations that I am far too heavy for him to be carrying me.
*****
After entering Morwyn’s chambers, I place her down on the bed, lean down to pull off her heels, and kneel up in front her, and loosen the stays on the back of her dressing robes, pulling it open and her sigh of content causes my groin to tighten further. I pull the gown down her arms and push it to her waist. I see the marks the inside of the gown has left on her breasts and lean forward to suck her tender nipple into my mouth, soothing the angry red marks with my tongue, pulling moans from her throat as she tangles her fingers into my hair and pulling my face flush to her breast, I push my hands to her waist, she arches her butt from the mattress as I pull the gown the rest of the way off her hips and over her lush limbs and leave it to pool on the floor at her feet. I push up from the ground slowly, fitting my hips snugly between her hot thighs, I reach down between us, tearing open the fastenings of my trousers and pushing aside her panties and enter her in one swift push, gliding into her wet heat. She bucks up into me, as I set a brutal pace, after not being able to finish with her last night, my body is craving completion. It doesn’t take much, I don’t even have to reach down to her before she is coming around me, pulsing and clenching down on me, pushing me over the edge, I come hard, body bowing up and I groan, drowning out her wailing with the blood rushing in my ears. I make sure to fall to the side instead of on top of her, pulling sharply from her, causing the both of us to hiss out from loss. After catching my breath, I look over to her, seeing her legs still dangled over the edge of the bed, I push off the bed, and strip down to nothing, conjuring a wet wash cloth, and clean her up and put her further onto the bed, she is already asleep by the time I lay next to her.
This Yule Ball has been the most successful to date, I must admit to myself. And laying here, I couldn’t be more happy. For the very first time in my life, which no one needs to necessarily be privy except for Morwyn. And I won’t even think about waking her up right now to let her know that I’d received an over festive missive, more like demand from Molly Weasley to come to The Burrow tomorrow for the holiday festivities, and one thing I’d learned long ago was not to argue with that annoying woman, or I’d surely never hear the end of it. Said missive also instructed me to bring my ‘young lady’ as it was put. And if I have to suffer the atrocity of that ginger clan, then my little pregnant witch surely will have to suffer right along with me.
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