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Stress Relief	By : pittwitch Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 29374 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The pair reappeared just outside the ornate, wrought iron gates protecting Malfoy Manor. Nicole steadied herself with two handfuls of Snape’s cloak.
“I hate that!” she admitted sheepishly. “Can we not use a PortKey next time?”
“Optimistic,” Snape snarled into her ear, turning her with one hand to move towards the gate as Crabbe and Goyle lumbered near to open the gates.
“Optimistic?” she questioned quietly as she tucked her hand inside the crook of his elbow.
“That there will be a next time,” he hissed through pursed lips.
Nicole drew a deep breath and bowed her head to hide her face beneath the cowl of her cloak.
Crabbe and Goyle tugged on the heavy gates, forcing them open with ominous squealing of hinges. Neither wizard spoke to Snape but wasted no time ogling the cloaked figure who accompanied him. Nicole narrowed her eyes at the ground, angry with the thoughts that they projected so very loudly. Her hand clenched on Severus’ arm causing him to glance the long way down his nose at the top of her head. She made no other move to reveal her emotions, merely matched him step for step as they covered the flagstone path to the front doors of the brightly lit manor. The double doors swung open automatically to admit the two honored guests for the evening. Two nervous looking house elves waited just inside the foyer to gather their cloaks. Nicole turned her back to Severus and gallantly he eased her cloak from her shoulders, unveiling the silvery-clad witch with her hair piled loosely atop her head, tiny sapphire earrings in her earlobes and the ever-present pendant dangling just below the neckline of the simple dress.
Lucius Malfoy strode authoritatively down the hall, curiosity eating at his blackened heart. He had to see this witch who could hold her own for even a night against the sourness of Severus Snape. He barely managed to conceal his shock before the pair turned to face him.
“Lucius,” Snape drawled in greeting.
“Severus,” the blond replied coolly, extending his hand.
“May I present …”
Snape’s words were cut off when Lucius finished his sentence quite smoothly, “Lady Dupont?”
“Lord Malfoy,” Nicole curtsied ever so slightly while Lucius raised her hand to his lips.
“Color me quite surprised, Severus,” Malfoy commented dryly. “I was expecting some dressed up Knockturn Alley whore from Alecto’s description.” He eyed her appraisingly.
“Allow me to assure you that the Carrow’s estimation of my companion were very far off-base,” Snape nearly snarled, his lip curled in distaste.
“Obviously!” Malfoy exclaimed. “Come, let us join the party.” He offered his arm to Nicole, leaving Severus to stalk down the hall on their heels; Nicole’s high heeled pumps clicking in staccato rhythm as she traversed the marble floor. Malfoy escorted them directly to the dining room, where the evening’s guests were already seated, Lord Voldemort firmly ensconced at the head of the long, china-laden table where once Lucius had reigned supreme.
“Welcome! Welcome!” Lord Voldemort nearly gushed.
Narcissa assessed the newcomer coldly and Bellatrix fixed her beetle black stare on the woman, instantly suspicious.
Lucius escorted her to the empty chairs just to Lord Voldemort’s right, pulling out the second for Nicole.
“Severus,” the serpentine wizard hissed. “Your guest surprises even me. I expected to meet your cock whore.”
“Allow me, your Grace,” Nicole interjected before anyone else could speak. “I am Nicole Rousseau. Yes, I am quite fond of Professor Snape’s cock,” she stated regally.
Voldemort laughed heartily, throwing himself backwards in the chair. At his left hand, Bellatrix added her high-pitched maniacal titter and Narcissa looked on, appropriately appalled. Lucius stifled his laughter behind a cough and helped Lady Dupont to settle in her seat. Severus sat next to her, lifting the fine linen napkin to lay it across his lap.
“Your Grace! I do like the sound of that. Your Grace,” he tried out the title nodding his head in approval. I like this one already, Severus. She is bold,” Voldemort addressed his right hand man.
“I enjoy her company as well.”
Nicole rolled her eyes just a bit as she too lay her napkin across her lap.
The Carrows looked suitably uncomfortable at the far end of the table. Lucius smirked at their cowering demeanor as he took his seat as well.
“Perhaps you could explain how your title is Lady Dupont yet your surname is Rousseau?” Lucius inquired as a dig at the Carrow’s obvious mis-estimation of Snape’s companion.
“It really is quite simple, Lord Malfoy. My family estate stays with the matriarch. When my mother died so unexpectedly, her title fell to me.”
“Are you related to the Quidditch player, Jacques Rousseau? That was such a tragedy?” Rodolphus inquired conversationally.
“Yes, he was my father,” Nicole respond with a hint of sadness.
“My condolences,” Rodolphus saluted her with his wine goblet.
“Thank you, Lord?” Nicole requested the introduction.
“Ah, my apologies!” Rodolphus exclaimed, face flushing just a tinge. “Rodolphus Lestrange, and this beautiful woman is my wife, Bellatrix.” He motioned towards the eerily quiet witch.
“A pleasure to meet you both.” Nicole returned his salute.
“Pray tell, Lady Dupont,” Voldemort leaned his elbows ungraciously on the table to address her directly. “How did you come to meet our sour Severus?”
“During the TriWizard Tournament of course,” Nicole added with a hint of surprise. “I am a professor at Beauxbatons.”
“Managing your estate is not a full-time job?” Voldemort inquired in his unsettling lisp.
“Your Grace,” she acknowledge with a respectful bow of her head. “Until the middle of the TriWizard Tournament, my mother was Lady Dupont and responsible for managing the family’s estates.”
Lucius sprang to her rescue. “Lord – err – Your Grace,” he quickly picked up that Voldemort enjoyed the new title. “The former Lady Dupont died under very mysterious circumstances. I am quite certain the new Lady Dupont would be eternally grateful if we didn’t press her for answers she doesn’t have.”
“Indeed, Lord Malfoy.” Nicole nodded with a wan smile. “The scandal-mongers would be glad to fill in any details, factual or fictitious.”
“My condolences,” Voldemort intervened, motioning toward the house elf waiting in the shadows. “Let us feast and be merry this night. We welcome a new friend.” He toasted Nicole and all in attendance followed suit.
The meal began to magically appear; soup course first, wine glasses refilling, bread and butter filling the waiting baskets. The partygoers began to taste the soup, eying the dangerous conglomeration of witch and wizard sitting at the head of the table.
Voldemort leaned to one side to whisper across Snape, "Why take up with Severus?" he inquired. "I am truly curious."
"Your Grace, I am truly quite fond of his cock," Nicole whispered back conspiratorially as she lay her hand on Severus' thigh, under the table, out of sight. "I certainly didn't take up with him because of his teaching methods."
Voldemort snorted. "Teaching methods?"
"Your Grace, I do not subscribe to the school of 'Scare them Witless' as a motivation for students to learn," she explained.
A/N: Well, lovely readership, I had time off and thought to work on my Original but that damnable OFC is refusing to cooperate. Nicole, however, is demanding that I tell her tale. Thank you for reading along. Until next time! PW
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