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Secretly Slytherin	By : Veresna Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 12269 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 11: Beds and Breakfast
Snape had been scowling as he made his way back down through the dark hallways of the dungeons. A part of him was thinking that Helena was much more trouble than she was worth, and sincerely wishing that he had never begun this affair. Of course, he had to admit as he unlocked his door, a bigger part of him was wishing that they would dare meet more than once a week. And it was that thought that was rapidly deepening the scowl on his face.
He locked the door behind him and took out his wand. First, he waved it at the cups that still sat on the table in front of the sofa. With a soft pop, they disappeared. With a second wave, the table and sofa also vanished. He turned towards the fireplace. With a third wave of his wand, the dying embers that were still smoldering in the hearth faded away, leaving the grate empty and cold.
He glanced briefly at his desk. The papers were all graded, but he had not written down the marks in his grade book. Well, he decided, that could wait until morning.
He put his wand back in his pocket and walked over the paneled wall, lightly pressing down on the spot that would open up the hidden door. The washcloth that Helena had used was still sitting in the sink. He frowned at it, brought his wand out again and murmured a cleaning spell. Instantly, the cloth appeared clean and dry, and he hung it back up on the hook. Then he proceeded over to the wall that stood next to the toilet and stretched out his arm once again, this time his hand reaching up to a spot about eight feet off of the floor.
At the touch of his fingers upon the correct spot, this wall faded away also. He smiled as he walked on through to his sitting room, the doorway closing up again behind him. He could just imagine the look that would be on her face when he showed her just how very close she had been to his rooms all along. Actually, he had been just a bit disappointed that Helena had failed to consider that there might be second hidden doorway to complement the first one. That was rather unlike her. But, he admitted, perhaps that wasn’t quite fair as you did have to know exactly where on the wall to put your hands, and it was almost a stretch for him. For Helena to reach it she would have had to either stand on the toilet seat or levitate herself. He considered that for a moment, and wondered if she would be able to accomplish that bit of magic without the aid of her wand. If not, he smiled, she would soon. For he was eager to teach her how to do that during sex. He was sure she would enjoy that.
The sofa and table had made the journey safely back to their usual position, and he gave a satisfied nod as he made a quick check all around the room. His eyes fell upon the numerous bookshelves that lined the wall. Again, he smiled as he pictured Helena’s reaction when she saw some of the titles. If she thought the books that he kept in his office contained forbidden, black magic information, imagine what she would say to these.
Then, his smile faded for a moment, and he reconsidered. Unless, of course, her father had already shown her most of these.
No, he decided. If she had ever had a chance to peruse such a library, he doubted that she would have been ignorant of the history and effects of ‘Lover’s Weed’.
He shrugged and headed on through to his bedroom. He threw off his clothes as quickly as possible, even stripping off his underwear before throwing back the covers and crawling between the soft, black sheets. He wondered if she knew that he had simply moved his bed temporarily to the office, not conjured up something brand-new for her, and whether or not she would be angry when she found out. He hoped she would be furious. He just loved seeing her eyes shine with anger whenever she realized that he had tricked her. Just as, he had no doubt, she loved seeing the same expression on him.
He laughed softly as he plumped the pillows behind his head and settled back to sleep. He took in a deep breath through his large nose as he relaxed into the soft blackness. He could detect traces of her scent: the clean, crisp fragrance of her shampoo and the delicate, flowery aroma of the perfume she had worn. He turned over and inhaled again.
Ah, yes, even the faint, lingering smell of sex: the odors of her wetness and his semen, mingled together. What a delightful way to fall asleep, he thought.
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As she quietly opened the door to her room, Helena paused to make sure that both of her roommates were sleeping soundly. As usual, Kathleen was snoring, and Angelique also appeared to be deep in sleep, her breathing soft and even.
She tiptoed over to her bed. Although her roommates were notoriously heavy sleepers, something about sneaking back into your own room at four o’clock in the morning made you feel dreadfully guilty, she thought. And therefore, she tried to be extra quiet as she moved to make sure that she did not disturb them. She quickly pulled her robe up and removed the stockings and garter belt. A moment later, she had laid them upon the bed, and using her wand she murmured a spell that transfigured them back to their quite lackluster original forms: a pair of knee socks and a hair band.
She grinned as she looked down on them. Snape had been rather surprised to hear that her very sexy brassiere had been transfigured from an ordinary one. Did he really think she had slipped into Hogsmeade over the weekend to do some shopping? She sat back and frowned for a moment. Did the small village have a shop that would sell such things? She had never really given it much thought. Of course, she had also never considered that there might be a whorehouse located there or that Snape would frequent it, either.
No, she shook her head, that was wrong. If there was a "house of ill repute" located in Hogsmeade, she was sure Snape didn’t visit it. He was far too paranoid to be seen at one located so near to the school. He must go elsewhere, she decided. Which meant, no doubt, why he had been perfectly truthful in saying that it was an infrequent occurrence, since he always seemed to be on the grounds of Hogwarts.
Her frown deepened slightly. He certainly did seem to spend most of his time at the school. And, he had been there for years, stuck in a job that he clearly hated. Which, again, brought up the intriguing question of just what the hell kept him here.
*** "You have your secrets, and I have mine." ***
She smiled faintly as she imagined hearing his voice once again mock her with her own words. Then she shivered slightly and lay down on the bed for a moment, her thoughts becoming increasingly worried.
Yes, she thought, I think both of us have quite a few secrets that we prefer the other not know. And, something tells me that Severus is not exactly one to be satisfied with the usual half-lies/half-truths that I give to everyone else.
And, yes ‘Professor’, she added to herself, I will think of you as Severus from now on, even if I follow your little edict and don’t say it out loud. You’d think that there would be so few people in the world who actually do call you by your first name that it would be rather a treat to hear it from the lips of your own mistress. But, that would be a little too conventional and trusting for you, wouldn’t it? Or is this simply another way that you like to show your power over me?
*** Lesson number one: It is rather dangerous to take an extremely paranoid, powerful and possessive wizard as your first lover, no matter how damned sexy he is. ***
She shook her head and raised herself up, swinging her legs back over the side of the bed. Noticing the socks still lying on the bed, she picked them up and tossed them over to the overflowing laundry basket that was sitting on the floor between her bed and the window. The house elves would be by tomorrow to pick up the washing and change the sheets, she remembered. Then she stood up and headed for the bathroom, intending to clean herself up again before crawling back into her bed.
Halfway to the door she stopped, and went back to the laundry basket to retrieve the socks. She examined them carefully, and noted that even in their restored state, they bore the traces of the semen that had soiled them earlier. She frowned as she looked down at them. She had never been very interested in learning clothes cleaning spells to begin with, and she wondered if you needed to know specific spells to get out this particular stain.
She hesitated for a moment. She supposed the house elves were fairly used to seeing the evidence of sexual intercourse left on the sheets and clothing of the upperclassmen, but she wondered if seeing it on a pair of knee socks would bring special notice. She was probably being silly, but…..
She walked over to her desk and pulled open the left-hand bottom drawer. She folded up the socks into a tight wad and thrust them into one of the back corners.
For a moment, her fingers hesitated over the pile of other items stacked within the drawer. In the middle of various notes, sketches and letters were the sexually explicit pictures she had drawn last week while sharing those intensely erotic dreams with the man who was now her lover. She wondered if he would like to see them some time. Her fingertips lingered over the pile for a moment, as she debated whether or not to pull them out to look at them herself. In the end, she decided against it. The room was becoming considerably lighter as the sunrise approached, and she had better try to get a little sleep before her alarm went off. She shut the drawer quietly and headed into the bathroom.
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Helena sighed, pushed away her half-eaten bowl of porridge and poured herself another cup of strong, black tea. The few minutes of sleep that she had managed to obtain had only left her groggy, and she was incredibly thankful that today was Tuesday. Her class schedule today was fairly light and easy with only two classes in the morning and the afternoon spent doing her independent study in Arithmancy. She smiled as she thought of that. If she hadn’t heard before then, she was sure that Professor Vector would tell her what had gone on during the staff meeting the night before.
She glanced up at the head table, noting that Severus was not in his usual spot.
*** Sure. You got to sleep in a little late today didn’t you? Bastard. ***
She let her eyes travel along the length of the large table at which the teachers and headmaster sat. Professor Flitwick was looking very cheery and gregarious this morning, and he was chatting quite amiably with Dumbledore, she noted. Well, that was probably a good sign that the meeting had gone very well, she supposed.
She let her gaze linger on Dumbledore for a moment. As usual, he appeared cheerful and carefree, his blue eyes, no doubt, twinkling merrily away behind his glasses. She smiled as she watched him. His enthusiastic and sprightly personality was one of the reasons her grandmother and others were constantly complaining that he was not strict, serious or severe enough to hold the position that he did.
But, as Helena well knew very well, appearances could be very deceiving. He had certainly relied on something more than mere good humor, or even above average wizarding skills to defeat Grindelwald. And it was doubtful that any ordinary wizard would have managed to hold the wizarding community together in the face of the threat posed by Voldemort. She had no doubt that a very hard core of pure, determined steel was hidden under the bluff exterior. And she was thankful that she had never gotten in enough trouble to draw his attention towards her. For she had the sinking feeling that he would be, along with Severus, one of the few people who would be able to see that she spent most of her time wearing a carefully prepared mask. And that behind it, there were some deep, dark secrets hiding.
"Well, look who’s finally decided to show his face this morning!"
Helena started at the sound of Ang’s voice, and turned her head to see a very tired-looking Lewis approaching the table.
"Doesn’t look like that couch was meant to be slept on all night," added Des, with a glimmer in his eye.
"Definitely not," admitted his roommate as he sat down across from Helena.
"Oh, I’m sorry," apologized Helena, feeling guiltier than ever. "I guess I should have woken you up when I came in, but I thought it was better to leave you where you were."
He shrugged and yawned. "Oh, my fault for falling asleep out there to begin with." He helped himself to some pancakes and reached for the syrup. "What time was that?"
*** 4:02 a.m. ***
"Oh," she hesitated, "I think about two o’clock."
Yes, she thought, for some reason that sounded better, although it was still definitely way past curfew. She hoped everyone else had gone to up their rooms before then.
"Huh," said Lewis, watching carefully as he poured the syrup in neat, concentric circles on the top of his pancake. "I thought I was still awake then." He sounded a little puzzled.
She shrugged. "Oh, might have been a little later, I kind of lost track of time." She brought her cup up and sipped delicately at her tea. "Although I was nice enough to cover you up," she added with a smile.
"Oh, that was you? Thanks." He used his fork to cut through the large stack. Stabbing a forkful, he directed it towards his mouth. He chewed and swallowed. As he went to cut another piece, he threw her a quick glance and smile and inquired, "So, where were you?"
*** Oh, good question, let’s see. Library-no, that was closed all night because Madam Pince was at the staff meeting, so I can’t even claim that I accidentally got locked in when she closed up. Owlery-no, you undoubtedly went up to check that at least once. Best stick with vague. ***
"Oh, I was kind of all over the place. Went for a walk, and the staircases moved on me. Even after six years, I keep finding new ways to get lost. Ended up being quite a while before I could find my way home," she laughed, sounding slightly abashed.
He nodded. He ate another mouthful, and Helena noticed that a bit of syrup was dripping down unto his beard.
"Here," she said, leaning over with her own napkin. "Let’s try and keep those new whiskers clean," she teased.
She bent over and meant to wipe away the syrup herself. Just before she did, the memory of what Severus had said to her the night before flashed through her head, and her hand abruptly stopped. She smiled and tossed the napkin over to him instead. She quickly picked up her cup and drained the rest of her tea, and then hurriedly stood up, grabbing her book bag as she rose.
She glanced back down at Lewis, intending to bid him a hasty farewell. But, something in his tired, sad eyes stopped her.
Instead, she found herself sitting down again and leaning across the table. "Lewis, I really need to talk to you about something-" she began.
He nodded. "Anytime you want to talk, I’m here," he replied quietly.
"Well," she hesitated again. "Want to go watch the Quidditch practice today?"
"Sure." His eyes were bright and alert now. "Right after school lets out?"
"Sure, it’s a …..yeah, meet you then," she finished lamely.
"Lewis!" It was Kathleen’s voice. "When did you grow a beard?" she asked excitedly, as she suddenly appeared by Helena’s side.
"It’s a quite interesting story. That I’m sure he’s dying to tell you." Helena grabbed the book bag and held it to her chest as she bolted towards the door. Her eyes were set determinedly on the ground as her confused, unhappy thoughts raced through her head.
Unfortunately, that meant that she had failed to notice that a familiar, dark figure was blocking the doorway. She collided into him with an astounding amount of force, and her bag crashed to the floor.
She drew back in surprise.
"Professor Snape!" she cried.
She felt the rest of the crowd of students around her moving back, anticipating an angry response from him. She was also wondering what he was going to do. Although she was more concerned about how long he had been standing there, watching her. And whether or not he had approved of how she had treated Lewis.
"I suggest you watch where you are going, Miss Harrison." His voice was low and mocking as he stooped to retrieve her bag. He stood up and held out the bag. "Though, I am in an exceptionally good mood today and will not deduct house points for your inattention."
She nodded and held out her hand, and then saw that he was looking over her head at something that held a great deal of interest for him. As the rest of the students moved past them, she glanced back over her shoulder and saw that Kathleen had moved over to Lewis’ side of the table and was delightedly stroking his beard. And Lewis was laughing and joking with her.
She looked back at Snape.
He was still gazing at the couple. After a moment, he looked back at her and smirked. Then he bent down land spoke in a tone so low that she could barely hear: "Perhaps he will have someone to console him after your meeting today."
And then he swept past her without another word.
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