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Zingaro	By : ccino49 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3610 -:- 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 from the Harry Potter universe. It all belongs to JK Rowling.

Zingaro

Just to enlighten you, this story differs greatly from my others because the OFC is a strong character from the start. Something I mentioned in chapter 1. She is in no way perfect, making her seem so was really not my intention. Maybe it would be easier if I explain that the life of a true Romany is not an easy one. Paula learned the harsh realities of life at an early age. Add to that the fact she has been alone since the age of thirteen, other than her annual visits from Dumbledore and the odd acquaintance on the way. She is hardened to the attitudes of others and knows that it is pointless to fret about them. She has made mistakes in her life, if you read carefully you will see them. She will make more as time goes by and does have regrets for things past, but knows she can do nothing to change them. Yes she is exceptional when it comes to defence, but the reason for that will not be revealed yet. Her skills are the reason the headmaster sent for her after all. And yeah, I know she�s kinda got Snape dancing to her tune, but I wanted to try something different and this is how I see him this time. He�s still a git in the classroom though, he�s just never come across someone like Paula before and she had him hooked from the moment he laid eyes on her. And his thoughts towards Paula are adapting and changing in later chapters. (I�m writing ch 34 at the moment.) I don�t mind about anyone disliking what I�m writing, but please try to really read what I write, if like me you sometimes skim the story, you can miss some important details and clues along the way.

Other than that, hope tit�s not too bad. I still want your reviews regardless.

Ccino : )

Chapter 12

Paula however had disappeared from view, only the shower of salt raining down on the three vampires alerting them all to the fact she was now standing on top of one of the winged boars that stood atop the pillars at either side of the gates. �Len.� She shouted.
The three vampires screeched in pain, writhing and staring up at her enraged, but unable to move from where they stood.
�How did she get up there?� Severus asked.
�Get the bitch.� One of the larger crowds shouted.
As one, the group of vampires shot into the air, surrounding the boar where only a second before Paula had stood.
They crashed into one another, then scattered, each wondering who had captured the strange woman.
�Where is she?� Severus asked.
�Paanii.� Paula shouted from the other winged boar, holding out her hands, palms up this time and sending a flood of fresh water from her fingertips.
Severus started at her yell.
She made certain to drench all but one, a lone female vampire who hovered warily as she looked at her fallen kin, then over to Paula fearfully.
�What have you done? You have murdered my family.� She cried.
��Kek. (no) I cannot kill a mulla.� (corpse) �Take what is left and sherp.� (go) �Tell your master if he faces me, he faces mulo.� (death)
�Don�t let her go, kill her.� Severus shouted.
The young vampire female looked horrified. She wanted to collect her kin but was afraid now to close the distance between herself and the demon that single handedly destroyed them.
Paula turned her back on the female, aware of her hesitation as she lowered the wards and stepped through the gates. She knew the vampire was too afraid to attack her, even from behind.
Replacing the wards, Paula noticed Severus and Albus staring at her.
Albus strode up to her and took her hand. �You are alright?�
She nodded and turned to watch the vampire gather her comrades, all of who were now truly at rest. �Let her take them, they were not a true clan, they had no hide. They were �His� kak. The one who is del is broken. Shall we party?� Paula slipped her arm through that of the Headmasters and they headed back to the castle.
�Just a minute.� Severus called, stepping into place on Paula�s other side and shortening his stride to walk with them. �What do you mean �shall we party?� What if more of those things come here? And why the hell did you lock us in when we could have helped you out there? And I want to know how you did all those things with your hands; you didn�t once use your wand. And how did you get on top of the hog, only to disappear and appear on the other one?�
Paula slowed and turned to him. �Severus trust me, they will not return. As for locking you in, I work better alone, it is why I am here. Dark arts defence is my job I believe. The rest I will tell you another time.� With that, she hooked her other arm into his and practically pulled the two wizards into the castle entrance.
Albus smiled quite happily on the arm of his adopted niece, while Severus scowled at the indignity of being towed along by the young woman but allowed it to happen anyway.
The headmaster lowered the wards on the doors to the Great Hall as Paula once again weaved her hands in an intricate pattern about herself. She was once more in her traditional Gypsy clothes and snapped her fingers as she followed Albus through the doors.
As they entered they saw all the students looking curious and worried, while the staff congregated around the Headmaster, Severus and Paula to ask what happened.
Leaving the two wizards to explain, Paula snapped her fingers again. The flageolet appeared and Paula tapped it to play a fast, lively tune. She clapped and shouted �Bari lavuta.� (viola). The two instruments played fast and merrily as Paula clapped her hands steadily above her, her head held proudly.
The students momentarily forgot the recent upheaval as they moved to see what their defence teacher was doing.
Rising to her tiptoes she spun, her skirts twirling out, then she danced her way across the hall, clapping, swinging her hips, twirling and stamping her feet to the rhythm of the Gypsy music.
As the music upped its tempo, so did Paula movements. Her hands and arms seemed to speak as they intertwined with one another, her hair flying wildly round her head and face.
The staff moved aside as Paula danced closer.
Severus stood rooted to the spot, stunned as she bent at the waist and spun on one foot, her other leg straight out. Then she bent and straightened again, her foot now resting on her thigh.

�Almost like a ballerina.� He thought. �But much, much more.�

Paula stooped and stood facing him, her eyes flashing, hands clapping at one side of her head as she danced towards him.
�Oh dear Gods.� Briefly went through his head as she danced towards him wildly. He froze when she reached him, one hand high in front of her, palm inward as she let her nails move lightly, almost featherlike, Severus thought in his now befuddled mind, slowly down from his brow, down his nose, chin, chest, all the way to his embarrassingly hard erection as she bowed deeply to him. Then just as suddenly, she was spinning again as she danced round him, her pace becoming faster and faster, hair and skirts whipping his face and legs. His mind spun and he could not move a muscle as the bells on her anklets jingled, then she was standing in front of him again, still, silent but for her heavy breathing, her bosom rising and falling steeply beneath his stunned gaze.
He tried, oh how he tried to tear his eyes away from her sweat glistening breasts, but he could not, they were there, staring back at him, rising and falling right under his eyes.
Suddenly someone started clapping and he started, and then blinked. The clapping rose in volume as more hands joined the applause.
Severus suddenly realised that the music had stopped and he was standing in the middle of the Great Hall amongst hundreds of students with a most delectable beauty standing eye to eye with him and he was letting it happen.
Paula�s lips quirked slightly at him, he noticed her eyes were now a deep velvety brown, but were changing, becoming the olive green they usually were.
He cleared his throat and gave a curt bow.
Paula stepped to the side, took his arm without it being offered and let him lead her to a table. She snapped her fingers and the viola and flageolet disappeared as the regular music began to play.
�A pi would be nice Severus.� She suggested to the dark man staring down at her with a perplexed expression on his face. �A drink.�
�What? Oh, yes. What�s your poison?� He asked.
�Red wine please, and perhaps a brandy if there is any.�
Severus left her to get the drinks. He never uttered a word as he sailed past the tables and gawking students. Not a glare, a scowl, a frown, anything. Instead, he was too caught up in the recollection of those delectable breasts that so recently swam beneath his vision, ripe and ready to be plucked. Sucked. Caressed. He felt himself hardening again and stifled a groan, forcing the images from his head while he tried to remember what drink she had asked for. �Red wine and brandy. That was it.� He told himself, pushing thoughts of her � �Enough.� He told himself.
Paula sat watching the students dancing. She was joined by Albus, Minerva and Professor Sinistra.
�That was a rather risqué dance you did out there Miss Vance, very erm � tribal.� Minerva commented.
�That was traditional Romano, used to tempt, entice, and excite the male into a state of surrender. Did you like it?�
Minerva flushed bright red as she looked at Paula wide eyed. �Are you serious?�
�Of course, why would I not be?�
�But � but you danced to Severus.�
�I know. It worked well don�t you think.�
�I�d say.� Sinistra put in with a chuckle. �Did you see the state he was in when you stopped?�

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