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Leech	By : ccino49 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 2919 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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I own nothing but this sordid little tale. All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I am not making any money by writing it. I must be insane.

LEECH

Okay, I�m spoiling you all, Four chapters in two days.

Chapter 11

Kathy felt a bit better once she was washed and dressed. She wondered where the clothes came from, they were nothing like what she usually wore, and the cloth was definitely of a much superior quality than she was used to. Still, considering she was next to naked when she was brought here, she wasn�t complaining. Even new underwear was provided for her, again much finer that she�d ever owned. A large wardrobe stood at one end of the room and she opened the door to snoop, disappointed to find it empty. A dressing table provided a brush and comb for her hair, as well as clips, hairpins, ribbons and a headscarf. She decided on a pretty blue ribbon and tied her hair in a high ponytail.
�Oh that�s lovely dear.�
Kathy squealed at the voice, spinning round to see who was in her bedroom. Seeing no one, she ran from the room, slamming the door behind her. She ran across the living room and through another door, this time finding herself in an office, at least she assumed it was an office. It had a big desk and lots of books. She looked behind her, her heart still hammering and screamed when she saw row upon row of things in jars, some of which looked right at her. Again, she ran, this time through another room with another desk, but she didn�t stop to see what this one housed. She wanted out of here and opened yet another door.
Severus woke with a loud grunt and grabbed his wand. He�d been in the middle of a quite erotic dream with a faceless female when an ear-splitting screech shocked him into wakefulness.
He leaped out of bed and grabbed his trousers, yanking them on even as he pulled open the door to his living room.
At the same time, Kathy came flying into the same room from his study, white as a sheet and a look of abject terror on her face. She crashed right into him and screamed again, making Severus winced with the high-pitched decibel of her voice.
He let out a �Oof� as the wind was knocked out of his sails and grabbed the woman for his own balance as much as to prevent her from running any further. He clamped a hand over her mouth, thumb and fingers clamping her face, if they were under attack, the last thing he needed was her screaming and alerting whomever it was to where they were. �Shut up and I will remove my hand, otherwise I will be forced knock you out.� He hissed in her ear.
Kathy nodded, wide eyed and scared to death.
�Good, now why were you screaming?� He asked, his voice still a whisper.
�My bedroom, somebody in my bedroom.�
He steered her towards his own bedroom. �Get in there and keep quiet. I will lock you in and only I will be able to enter.� Shoving her in unceremoniously, he locked and warded the door heavily, adding his signature so the wards could not be easily broken.
He made his way cautiously through the study, office, and Kathy�s living room. Other than the place being brightly lit, there was no evidence of any intrusion. He stood to one side of her bedroom door and flung the door open. When nothing happened her carefully peered inside, wand held firmly in front of him, ready to hex whoever was in there.
�Where did the young lady run off to?� The mirror asked as soon as it caught sight of Severus.
�Was someone in this room with her?� He asked, not bothering to answer the mirror.
�Of course not, she fastened her hair up and I mentioned how nice it looked, then she ran off screaming like a Banshee.�
Severus leaned against the bedpost and let out a long breath. He shook his head slightly at the incongruity of the situation. �You spoke to her. Did the headmaster not leave instructions that all the mirrors in these rooms remain silent?�
�Not that I�m aware of, why?�
�No matter.� He mumbled, turning to head back to his rooms. �From now on, you will remain silent, unless I or the Headmaster tell you otherwise.�

�Bloody Albus. I am roused from my bed because of a damned mirror.� He muttered.
As soon as the door was closed behind her, Kathy looked wildly round the room. It was obvious she�d caused him to leave his bed in a hurry, and rather than stand here panicking, she set to making the bed, plumping the pillows and straightening the covers. That done she moved round the room, looking, but not touching his personal effects. A book on the bedside cabinet, more shelves full of books, a dressing table with a comb and little else on it. Near the fire was a battered, but comfortable armchair, a small side table, and on the opposite wall a large wardrobe. Seeing another door, she opened it slightly and peeked in. It was a bathroom, but much bigger than hers. The bath wasn�t like any she�d seen before; it was as big, if not bigger, than her kitchen at home. There was a sink and two toilets the same as in her room, plus a shallow tray with a curtain and something poking out from the wall high up.
She sat on the small stool in front of the dressing table to wait.
When Severus entered his living room, he could hear Kathy in his bedroom screaming again and banging on the door. This time he had a pretty good idea why. He unwarded the door, stood to one side, and unlocked it, just managing to avoid another collision with the woman when she flew through the now open door.
�In there. A man.� She gasped, rushing behind him and grabbing his arm.
He prised her fingers from his arm and moved away from her. �There is no one but you and I in these rooms. The voice you heard was a mirror.�
Kathy stared at him as if he was bonkers. �Mirror? No, people, my room, your room.�
�No. Mirrors. The personal mirrors here speak. Something of a nuisance at times, but there you go.� Severus walked over to the sofa and fell onto it, while Kathy continued to switch her gaze from the utterly insane man, to the various doors.
She wrung her hands constantly, unsure what to do. �Don�t go to sleep, you can�t sleep now. What if they� �
�There is no they.� He cried, folding his arms over his face. Maybe if he couldn�t see her, she�d just go away.
�But I heard them, they spoke to me. Stephen, Severus, whoever you are, do something.�
�I am doing something, I�m trying to pretend you do not exist.�
�Bastard.� She yelled at him, trouncing over to the sofa and with amazing strength, upending it. Severus fell to the floor, the sofa landing on top of him. �Fuck. What in Hades do you think you are doing woman?� He bellowed, crawling out from underneath. �Trying to kill me, is that your intention?�
Kathy looked at him frantically. �Of course not, but you have to do something. You can�t go to sleep.�
He groaned and leaned against the upturned sofa. �Do you even know what time it is? It�s four in the morning, I have a whole day of classes ahead of me and I need my sleep. Once and for all, get it through your thick skull. The mirrors here can talk, they do so frequently, and annoyingly so. Live with it. Now go away and let me sleep. Please.� His voice had turned to a pleading whine as he snuggled down on the fallen seat cushions and tried to get comfy.
Kathy scowled at him, gave a loud huff, and stormed over to one of the armchairs. She sat down and curled up in it. She wasn�t going anywhere on her own, not now, not ever. This whole place was enough to send anyone round the twist as far as she was concerned. She watched his chest rise and fall, the sound of his steady breathing comforting, even if he did snore. Kathy smiled a little. It was hardly surprising he snored with a hooter that size. He didn�t look nearly so menacing while he was asleep. He was laid on his side, knees drawn up, and one hand under his cheek. The other loosely held his wand.
Leaning forward, she studied the wand more closely. It was black, made of wood and she could see bits of fancy carving on the handle.

He gave a particularly loud snore and she sat up stiffly, relaxing when his breathing steadied again.

The wand slipped from his grip and she leaned over again to pick it up, keeping her eyes fixed on the sleeping form as she did. Her gaze travelled down to his rump where it faced the dying fire, his trousers stretched taught because of the position in which he lay.

When she realised what she was doing she blushed and averted her eyes quickly, scandalized at herself. Sitting back, she studied the length of wood in her hand. It really did look like a fancy stick and nothing more, and she wondered how it worked. A twist at the handled proved it didn�t come off, and the end was secure, so that didn�t lift. The tip was narrower but that too was part of the same piece of wood.
�What do you think you are doing?�

TBC
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