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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

Chapter 14

As usual, Paula slept an untroubled sleep. Like most Romanies, she had the knack of being able to close her mind to events outside of her control, or actions now past and no longer troublesome.
When she woke the following morning, just as the sun was rising, it was to a light frost, and blue skies that held the promise of a fine day. She found an owl waiting for her when she exited the tsera. �Hello little one, did someone chet (write) me?� After removing the note, Paula rummaged in the tsera and brought out a small dead mouse from a pouch of small rodents she kept for such purposes. She tossed it high into the air and read slowly while the owl took flight, catching it before it fell, and then disappeared into the trees. As it was Sunday, she had no classes and decided a drive was in order. Her marking was up to date, along with her class schedule and her day was free apart from a lunch appointment with Severus. She wondered if he would like to go with her.
Severus wished the pounding in his head would stop. He opened one bleary eye and looked at the clock. �6:21 am. Urgh.� He thought, closing the eye and settling back into the pillow.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
�What the fucking hell?� He grumbled, opening both eyes and realising that the pounding was actually someone daring to knock on his door. �GO AWAY.� He shouted before pulling the pillow over his head.
Paula knocked again, louder this time.
�Sodding morons.� Severus grumbled, throwing back the covers and stumbling from his bed. Grabbing his dressing gown, he shrugged it on haphazardly, tied the belt and made his way to the office door. �This had better be important.� He growled, putting on his best glare as he yanked open the door. The glare became a look of concern. �Oh, Paula. What is it, is something wrong?� His voice held a touch of apprehension. Paula would not disturb him at this ungodly hour on a Sunday for no good reason.
�Morning.� She chirped, ducking to pass under his outstretched arm and entering his office. �I�m going for a drive and wondered if you fancied coming with me. We could lunch out if you like.�
Severus was unsure whether to scowl or laugh. �Paula, do you have any idea what time it is?�
�About 6:30 I think, it�s late anyway. Hurry up or the morning will be over.�
His eyebrows got lost somewhere in the tangle that was his hair as he tried to comprehend the connection between 6:30 on a Sunday morning and lateness. His lips made a variety of movements before he was able to articulate anything intelligible.

�Half past six on a Sunday morning is not, I repeat not late Paula. It is a time when normal people like me are asleep in bed. Can�t you come back and ask me at a more civil time, like around eleven?�
�Huh. Severus the whole day will be half over by then. If your not interested fine, I will go on my own. Have to cancel lunch though; don�t know what time I�ll be back.� She told him heading for the door.
He stared after her for a moment then grabbed her lower arm just before she exited the room. �Wait, no, I mean ... give me an hour.� He said. There was no way he would ever get back to sleep now anyway, and the opportunity to spend the day with a lovely young woman was not one that came his way very often. Never, now he came to think about it.
She rolled her eyes and tutted. �One hour Severus, then I am going. You bring the wine; we can catch lunch while we are out.� Without waiting for a response, Paula left him to get ready and headed back to her campsite. �Definitely not a morning person.� She chuckled to herself.
Severus dashed to take a shower after calling for an elf and ordering a bacon sandwich and a cup of coffee. He dried and rummaged through his robes for something appropriate for a days driving. The trouble was Severus had never been in a car before, how the hell was he supposed to know what to wear? �Did she say, �Catch lunch.�?� �Humph!� He muttered, donning a pair of black slacks, a white shirt and black frock coat. After inhaling his sandwich and coffee, he took a robe from the back of the door and grabbed two bottles of wine from his drinks cabinet. One white, one red just in case, then set off over the grounds. His eardrums were set to burst with the loud booming beat that came from the muggle car stereo that Paula had turned up full blast.
Paula turned from rolling up a blanket and throwing it in the back of the hearse to see Severus gesticulating wildly as his mouth worked furiously, but silently.

Unable to understand him she turned off the music and lifted her face to his. �What? I couldn�t understand you.�
Severus breathed a sigh of relief, though his ears continued to ring for a while. �I hope you do not intend to deafen me with that din while we are driving.�
�Severus that is good music. Still, so long as you are willing to talk to me rather than sit in silence for the journey, I am willing to leave it switched off. Oo goody, wine. There is a hatch in the back, opposite side to where you found the cognac. Put it in there, I�ve loaded some food in there already; it�s charmed to keep things cool.�
Severus headed round to the rear of the vehicle and located the hatch. On opening it, he was pleased to find containers of salad, fresh fruit, fresh bread, and several containers of various juices. He stood the bottles in two of the circular hoops, the same as the ones that held the juice bottles in place, then closed the hatch. Throwing his robe inside next to the rolled blanket, he returned to see what Paula was doing. �I am ready.�
�Good. Get in and belt up.�

�I beg your pardon. Do not think to � �
�Seat belt Severus, put it on and stop pulling faces.� She grinned at him as they climbed in and she showed him how to click the seat belt into place.
�Are these really necessary? I have been flying a broom for many years and have never felt the need to � OH SHIT!�
Paula put her foot to the accelerator and the hearse took off at high speed. Severus� head was forced into the headrest. They were zooming towards the gates at around 8o mph and he closed his eyes tightly, waiting for the impact to send them crashing through the windscreen. He automatically grabbed the console in front of him, his knuckles white with the force of his grip.
Paula laughed and gave him a nudge.
He jumped, his eyes opening wide. Then his head shot round to see the gates far behind them. He glared at Paula. �The gates, how did you � I thought we were going to crash. Can we please slow down?�
�The gates are attuned to the vehicle, and yes we could slow down, but it would soon become boring.�
�I would prefer to be bored then dead thank you.� He told her.
She tutted and eased her foot off the accelerator until they were doing a steady sixty. �You are such a wuss Severus, you face death on a regular basis yet you are afraid of a little speed.�
�What I face on a regular basis is none of your business, nor is it through choice. Had I known that you were such a speed demon I would have declined your offer of a drive.� He groused. �How fast does this contraption go anyway?�

Paula put her foot down again.
�NOOO!� He shouted. �Tell me, don�t show me.� He pleaded.

TBC
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