Dianthus Stories | By : icewomin Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3134 -:- 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. |
Anything you
recognize belongs to someone else, namely, JK Rowling. Specifically, elements of
the HP universe, characters from same.
Sadly, I have no hope of publishing this story outside the fan fiction base, although I hope you enjoy the plot and the original
characters I’ve created. Feel free to
give me critical feedback, including flames and harsh criticism. I may delete it afterward, so as to reduce my
personal embarrassment, but I do promise to read it and incorporate it if I
feel it improves the story.
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This is Twenty
Five. Smut begins in Chapter Twenty Six,
so if you’re only looking for that, feel free to skip ahead. Be warned that you may be confused about some
of the stuff in those later chapters if you don’t stick it out.
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By the way, this
chapter shares the same story as the short fiction called My Side, except that My Side
is told from Snape’s perspective, and this is told from Dianthus’. If’re ’re so inclined, feel free to read that
one. You’ll find it on my author page.
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Chapter Twenty
Five – Long Sought Answers
The Leaky Cauldron
was packed with newly graduated students and their families. Dianthus elbowed her way to the bar and
waited impatiently for the toothless innkeeper’s attention. After an eternity, he turned to her and she
gave him her name. He chatted merrily
with his other customers while searching for her room key, which she grabbed
ungraciously from his outstretched hand.
“Thanks,” she called over her shoulder, already pushing back through the
crowd. She spotted several students that
she knew, but she avoided their eyes and tried to make herself inconspicuous.
“Hey,
Dianthus!” Someone grabbed her
arm, and she turned to see Althea Winter grinning at her, looking half drunk,
an empty shot glass in her hand. “I
never thought I’d see you here,” Althea bellowed, throwing an arm around
Dianthus as if they were fast friends.
“How’d you do on your N.E.W.T.s, then? I heard you blew the History of Magic one.”
“I scraped through
them all,” Dianthus snapped. She took a
breath and decided she’d better make a little small talk and get it over
with. “Didn’t get Outstanding on that
one, did I, but I did okay. Ended up with Outstanding in Herbology, Transfiguration,
Arithmancy, and Potions.”
“Of course,” grinned Althea. “That
was a cert. Come have a drink, why don’t
you? Viv and I
were just going to get another.”
Dianthus groaned
as if the idea was very tempting. “Oh,
gosh, I can’t, Althea, not this time.
But owl me, okay?” And just to do
the thing properly, she asked, “How’d you do?”
Althea
chuckled. “Okay, I guess. Got enough to get me into
the Ministry.”
“That’s great,”
Dianthus said, with entirely false enthusiasm.
“But I’ve got to run. I’ll see
you soon, though.” She managed to
extricate herself from Althea’s grasp and hastened up the stairs. She checked the room number on her key, and
then glanced at her watch. Fuck, fuck, fuck, she thought. It was ten to seven. She knew Snape would be precisely on time.
She pelted down
the hall, threw open the door to her room, and slammed it behind her. Her trunk was already on the bed, and a
welcoming tray of tea waited on the table in the sitting area, but she ignored
both. She desperately needed a shower –
a summer day’s travel in the Hogwarts Express had left her feeling dank and
sweaty.
Stripping off her
shoes, socks, robes and underclothes on the way to the bathroom, she jumped under
a stream of fragrant hot water. She
soaped up and shampooed as quickly as she could, and breathed a sigh of relief
when she checked her watch again, after buttoning up a light and comfortable
robe. Five minutes to spare, a world
showering record, she was sure. She
dried her hair rather ineffectively with her wand and raced around picking up
her dirty things, cursing profusely. She
shoved the clothes haphazardly into the top dresser drawer just as a knock
sounded at the door. Smoothing her hair
as best she could, she took a deep breath and answered it.
Snape stood
rigidly in the doorway, wearing black summer robes and a frown. “There are entirely too many people in this
tavern,” he hissed, swishing past her into the room.
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