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Dating Habits of Wizarding College Students	By : icewomin Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1038 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I own no portion of the Harry
Potter world, including Severus Snape.
All characters and characterizations from the world are property of JK
Rowling. Dianthus Brandywine
and other original characters are solely of my imagination, however.

I welcome comments and reviews,
including harsh criticisms and flames. I
may delete them after a time, to reduce my personal embarrassment, but rest
assured that I will read them and take any appropriate statements to heart.

I cannot emphasize enough that you
must read Dianthus Stories in order
for this tale to make any sense at all.
In fact, you�ll note that this is actually part III � parts I and II are
both contained in Dianthus Stories,
so go read that one first.

Also, smut begins in Chapter Seven,
if that�s what you�re looking for.
That�s perfectly fine. But I say
again you may be a bit confused when you get there if you don�t slog through
the chapters leading up to it.

*****

Chapter Forty
Three � Selected Letters From Snape

I
hear a definite note of panic in your initial assessment of your classes, one
that pleases me very much. Now you
understand my irritation when I discovered that you had left your initial
perusal of your course books until the last possible minute. Of course I don�t feel one bit sorry for you,
and you knew when you wrote the question that I wouldn�t. I�m confident that you will be able to make
up for lost time, but you must stay on task and study.

I
hope you study in the clothes you were wearing when I left you. I often think of how you looked as I disapparated, and I picture you going about your flat in
such a state. It tends to make my nights
almost unbearable, but I cannot help myself.

This
year�s batch of N.E.W.T. students is even worse than the previous. I don�t know what Incomus wus was thinking,
allowing in students who are clearly not prepared for this level of class. I must speak to Dumbledore about limiting
these classes to those who do sufficiently well on their O.W.L.s. It�s an absolute waste of time otherwise. My time obviously; I don�t give a damn what
the little idiots do on their time, as long as they stay out of my way.

Thank
you so much for the gift enclosed in your last parcel, by the way. I was certainly taken aback to see them
there. I have never had a pair of black
ones, and they are not my size, but I treasure them just the same. They are in a pocket of my robe even as we
speak. I find that discovering them
there throughout the day makes for a pleasant surprise. Is there anything in particular of mine you
might want in exchange?

I
would never have imagined that the Kingfellow boy would have made it into
Bremmel. I do wish he would have said
something about his application, as I would have been pleased to give my
thoughts on his performance and ability to the Entry Board. I wonder if it is too late to make my opinion
known.

I
would caution you about making friends with students from Durmstrang. I trust your judgment, to a certain degree,
but Durmstrang has a foul reputation � especially the male students � for not
respecting boundaries. In fact, you
might let them know that you are already quite involved with someone, without
going into detail, of course. In any case,
you must let me know immediately if either of them makes any inappropriate
comments.

Your
descriptions of your efforts in the kitchen are most amusing. I take it you are still eating out quite
frequently, but it does sound as if you�re making some headway. I will bring a strong anti-nausea potion when
next I come.

Speaking
of which, I have been considering some ideas for our next meeting, which is
hastening upon us. I would like to know
whether you have any special requests, before I fill our dance card completely. I know you told me about the dream you had
three nights ago, but I must admit I don�t see how we can sustain that position
for as long as our dream counterparts did.

*******

Your
suggestion is of absolutely no help. I
will plan our time for us, it seems. No
matter, it gives me something to do in the evenings. I believe you will like some of the
activities I have come up with. As I
told you, I still have things to introduce you to. You haven�t been anywhere near Knockturn
Alley, have you?

Also,
you are quite wrong to accuse me of jealousy.
I am simply pointing out a well-known fact regarding Durmstrang
students. Remember that I have far more
experience in these matters than you do.
The fact that you are getting along smashingly with them, as you put it,
during your alarmingly frequent study sessions does not put my mind at
ease. How do you know what that wretched
boy�s hair feels like?

There�s
no need to snap at me � I certainly do not want to spend any of our time
together in anything less than perfect health.
I�m bringing the anti-nausea potion whether you like it or not. I am thrilled that you feel your cooking
skills are improving, but forewarned is forearmed.

I
did submit your recipe to Potions magazine. In fact, I submitted to them the
day after Dumbledore and I tested it. I
didn�t believe that you were in any state to think of publication at the time,
and I didn�t want someone else taking credit for your work. I have enclosed a copy of that edition. The article is somewhat thin on personal
details, at my request. I actually
didn�t want them using your name, but they insisted. Put this copy in your portfolio.

I
notice that you have not yet mentioned the name of your Introduction to Herbs
instructor. Yet from your account of his
behavior, he seems to be someone I should pay a visit to, the next time I�m in London.
Please let me know who I should be looking for. If you can obtain his home address, send that
along as well.

My
knowledge of poisons is equal to my knowledge of all magical herbs and
fungi. Before you ask, I�m not going to
tell you anything. I know your course
schedule perfectly well, and I�ll not be party to any shortcuts you might want
to take in completing your latest assignment for Poisons for Poets. If you send me your completed essay, I
may offer you suggestions, but that is the extent of it.

I
made the grievous mistake of opening your last innocent looking letter at the
staff table. It seems your Charms
coursework has not gone to waste, as your commentary on exactly how you relax
after studying was quite eloquent. I was
forced to remain in my seat for so long that I was almost late for my first
class of the day. Minerva McGonagall
actually told me I should make a habit of dawdling over meals, as it seems the
students are beginning to fear my presence in the great hall.

I
must ask you very seriously, therefore, not to send those sorts of notes with
the morning post. Unfortunately, the
note in question is becoming somewhat worn, so if you could see your way clear
to sending another, I would appreciate it � just send it to arrive after
dinner, please. Iris seems to delight in
standing in my plate when she arrives during mealtimes.

Perhaps
you can use the enclosed set of parchment to write me a replacement. You will probably notice that it is
significantly thicker than the last set of parchment I gave you. And I�m quite certain you can use it, even it
you don�t write me another description of yourself masturbating � I have never
had such a prolific correspondent as you � but do not neglect your studies to
send me owls, no matter how pleased I am to see them.

Yes,
I am getting plenty to eat. Are you
getting sufficient sleep? I will be most
displeased if I see the same dark circles under your eyes that I saw when I was
there.

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Cara
mia, I did not mean to stir up the memory of your grandfather�s illness by
making reference to that difficult time.
Do not cry, please. I�m certain
that Aster will make progress, even if Charmichael thinks it will take a
while. I wish I could be there to
comfort you in person. You know,
however, that you are constantly in my thoughts.

I
was touched by the fact that you consider my ring a sufficient gift, since I am
definitely unwilling to send you a quantity of my hair. I cannot tell you how frequently I gaze at
the ring on my finger, and long to see the diamond in yours. I am still carrying your gift in my pocket,
although I almost mistook it for a handkerchief yesterday. It would have been quite unpleasant had I
actually retrieved it from my pocket � although I�m not sure how many of the
first years would have recognized them.
I wonder if I could get away with it.
Then I could inhale your heady aroma under the guise of blowing my
nose. I must consider this.

As
promised, I have reviewed your essay. I
am sorry you�re upset that I won�t help you cheat, but swearing at me won�t
change my mind. I must also say that I
would not have graded you as highly as Professor Elantra did � see my notes on
the parchment itself. Send me your next
one, if you like. I would suggest you
spend more time at the library and less with your study group, as it seems to
be hampering your abilities.

How
frequently do you meet with this �study group�?
You have sent me five letters in the past week, and each one of them has
referenced this group. Are you quite
certain they are not manipulating your good nature for their own ends? What does Kingfellow think of them? He seems like a trustworthy sort of fellow,
and not at all the sort to horn in on another person�s territory. Unlike this Jon you keep mentioning � him, I
don�t like at all.

Why
would you introduce Reese and Erin? Is
Reese a lesbian as well? Why is the only
female friend you have made at Bremmel a lesbian? Do you simply attract lesbians into your
life? I sense a pattern. Should I be worried about this?

Don�t
ask me about my classes. It is simply
too depressing for words. One of the
first year students nearly singed my eyebrows off today making a simple
sleeping potion. How she did it, when my
instructions were quite clear, and I was walking among them offering
encouragement, is beyond me. It was,
however, an excellent opportunity to take house points from Gryffindor.

And
you have yet to give me this mysterious professor�s name. I grow more eager to meet him with each owl
you send.

I
have no intention of telling you one bit of my plans for our next meeting, so
you can stop harassing me about it right now.
Perhaps this period of anticipation will spur you to put some effort
toward coming up with a better suggestion than �more ice�.

On
a final note, I understand that you�re feeling low, but I must say
something. When I requested that you not
owl me at mealtimes, that was not permission for you to send Iris to me at 5:00 in the morning � especially on a Sunday! Did you not read the part about sending
letters to arrive after dinner? Need I
remind you that I have duty until late in the evening? Must I admit that once I have your letter in
my hand, thoughts of you consume me and I am unable to get back to sleep for
some time � or more likely not at all � thereby ensuring a long and dreary day?

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I
thought my last letter was pretty damned near a love letter. However, you seem to disagree. So I will devote the entirety of this one to
fulfilling your request.

I
long for you.

I
cannot stand to be parted from you.

Only
your letters sustain me.

I
delayed showering for as long as possible upon my departure from your flat, so
that I could luxuriate in the scent of you on my hands and my body.

I
treasure the scratches you left in my back, the gouges you made in my
thighs. They have faded, but I cannot
wait to reopen those wounds, and to add additional ones.

Your
quiet laughter rings in my ears. I smell
you on the air. I taste you.

The
thought of you comes to me at odd times during the day, and my breath catches
painfully in my chest. Still I welcome
it, for I am addicted to you as if you were a drug.

I
want your body under mine, over mine, around mine. I want your hands on me, and mine on every
part of you. I wantr har hair tickling
my hips. I want the confusion in your
eyes, and I want to see the confusion fade into desire. I want your skin slick with my sweat. I want you incoherent beneath me. I want to wake up with you curled next to me,
so close that you seem to be an extension of my being.

I
don�t ever want to spend your birthday in despair that I cannot share it with
you, or even acknowledge it to you.

I
don�t want to have to sneak into your flat in the dead of night to press you
against the wall.

I
don�t want to have this separation from you, even if it means the delight of
renewing my acquaintance with you. I
anticipate with much joy the time when we can experience the everyday
banalities together.

My
need for you is physical, emotional, spiritual. You have given me hope, when I had none left
at all. You are my beloved; indeed, you
are my heart, for you have captured my heart so completely that I can no longer
consider it my possession.

At
times I am sorely tempted to throw caution to the wind and claim you as mine to
everyone I meet. I must be content with
claiming myself as yours, every time I see you.

I
would willingly kill or be killed for your sake, should either be
required. I would do either or both
without hesitation.

You
are an ache within me, an ache that I can never hope to alleviate on my
own. I am still overcome with disbelief
that you are willing to do me the honor of helping me ease it.

Please
let me know if this suffices as a love letter.
If you need more from me, I will search myself until I find it to offer
you.
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