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After Party	By : pittwitch Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > General Views: 19051 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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She Wants to What?

“Damn rotten, thieving little …” Snape’s voice trailed off as he stomped from his stores cupboard back into his classroom, slamming the door with much more force than necessary. Natalie’s ears pricked at the sound of his ire, her brows knotting in consternation and aggravation. Shrugging her shoulders, she returned to the letter she was writing, enclosing the wand she had used to sweep both her rooms and her partner’s rooms, and sealing the entire package tightly for its transatlantic journey.

She poked her head out of her door to make sure the coast was clear before making her way to owlery. ‘No need to be an available target for the angry one.’ She thought as she peered both up and down the dark hallway before slipping out of her classroom, dashing up the corridor quickly before Snape had the opportunity to corner her.

**~*~**

Remus, tankard in front of him, sat talking to Rosmerta at the Three Broomsticks, waiting for Tonks to return from her duties. The door swung open, and Tonks hustled in, cheeks flushed.

“How did the pup do?” Remus asked quickly.

“Second.” She answered blowing on her fingers to warm them. Remus clasped her smaller hands in his, helping to restore their heat.

“Hungry?” He asked.

“Famished.” She answered.

**~*~**

Natalie and Snape walked along the shore of the Black Lake, side by side, both relatively lost in their own thoughts.

“Just where are you taking me?” Snape snarked, still aggravated, having muttered the whole way under his breath about stolen gillyweed, breaking their silence.

“You’ll see. Somewhere I found on my morning runs.” Natalie replied mysteriously, a glint in her eye. She was determined not to let him ruin her fun. They tromped along the shoreline until they reached a small clearing, facing the twinkling lights of Hogsmeade.

She already stacked wood for a fire, put up a small tent, and spread out a blanket. She pointed her wand at the dried wood and spoke the incantation, “Incendio.”   The wood burst into flames, cheerfully lighting and warming the small clearing.

“A picnic?” Snape asked incredulously. “In the middle of winter?”

“What’s wrong tough guy, too cold?” Natalie teased.

**~*~**

“Remus Lupin!” Tonks shouted indignantly at her partner in crime. “Did you honestly think I would go in there!”

Remus grinned, waggling his eyebrows at the woman. “Not afraid of the ghosties are you now? You … a big bad auror?”

Tonks sputtered and pouted, arms crossed tapping her foot in irritation.

“I am not afraid of ghosties.” She sniped, pouting. “I think there is more than ghosties in there!”

Remus laughed, loud, his head thrown back exuberantly. “Perhaps a werewolf?” He managed to spit out eventually.

“Remus …” Tonks’ voice took on a warning tone.

“Oh come on, it is perfectly safe!” He grinned, yanking her through the gate, breaking into a run towards the dilapidated old house at the edge of Hogsmeade.

Remus unceremoniously swept her into his arms, carrying her over the threshold of the Shrieking Shack, kicking the door closed behind him. Once inside, he carried her steadily up the stairs to a bedchamber. Dumping her on the bed, he nuzzled her ear, pausing every so often to nibble at her lobe.

In a voice so quiet, she could not have heard him if he hadn’t been right next to her ear, Remus finally explained. “For many years, I came here every month, alone, so utterly alone. Tonight, I am not alone.”

Tonks rolled into him, encircling him with her arms, a small tear hidden in the corner of her eye as she held him close.

**~*~**

Snape merely shook his head, settling onto the blanket to look out over the water, brooding over the events of the day. Natalie removed her heavy cloak, sinking next to him on the blanket, leaning into him, matching his stare out over the black waters. Eventually, she left him to remove a picnic basket from the tent, bringing it over to the blanket. From it, she produced an odd assortment of foods: graham crackers, chocolate bars, and marshmallows. Handing him a bottle filled with dark amber liquid, Natalie snatched a long thin branch, the tip whittled and impaled the fluffy white sweet on the end before she held it over the flames. Snape watched her from the corner of his eye, still moody and brooding, but also curious.

“What are you doing?” He asked curiously, uncorking the bottle.

“Toasting a marshmallow for s’mores.” She answered matter-of-factly.

“And this?” He held the bottle up to the fire light.

“Spiced rum.” She answered tersely. “You’ll enjoy …”

Natalie was interrupted by a cheerful, teasing voice.

“Wotcher Remus, looky what we’ve found here. And I thought we were coming to break up a students’ party.” Tonks chuckled.

“These two certainly don’t look like students to me!” Remus added laughing as well.

“S’mores?” Tonks gasped. “My dad used to make those!” Tonks sank onto the blanket next to Natalie, who handed her another stick. The two women laughed while turning the treats toasty brown. Remus shoved Snape over to make room for himself next to Tonks on the blanket. Snape glowered at him to no avail. The wolf scented chocolate; all else was temporarily forgotten.

**~*~**

“Albus!” Minerva bellowed at the Headmaster who stood looking out the castle window across the lake to where a bonfire burned cheerfully in the dark of the night.

“Here.” He answered, zooming in for a close up with his spyglass. Chuckling, he arched his eyebrows, seeing Lupin shoved up against Snape and the two women sitting snugly between the men’s legs.

Minerva exited her bedchamber in a flowing silk sarong, staring at him exasperatedly. She shook her head before summoning her most imperious voice.

“House boy! I require your services.”

Albus dropped the spyglass instantly, hurrying to wait on his mistress, clad only in a grass skirt.

“I live to serve, madam.” He chuckled softly, following her back into the bedchamber.

**~*~**

The women managed to assemble the s’mores, and Natalie shuffled around to hold the concoction up for Snape to sample. He eyed her and the gooey mess with a disdainful sniff.

“Come on, just a taste?” Natalie wheedled mercilessly. Remus practically inhaled the treat Tonks held for him, and had already proceeded to licking her fingers clean to the sound of her tinkling giggle.

“No.” Snape refused to taste the proffered concoction.

“Every party needs a pooper that’s why we invited you!” Natalie sang teasingly. Snape glared at her menacingly until relenting to take a swig of rum directly from the bottle.

“Fine. Your loss.” Natalie relented, eating the entire concoction in two rather large, sloppy bites, then licking her lips clean, making sure Snape watched her skillful tongue as she did. Tonks already had another marshmallow on the fire, and Remus snaked his arm around her waist, reclining happily on one elbow, looking out over the lake.

Scrambling to her feet, Natalie laughed evilly, exclaiming. “No time like the present.” She began to hastily strip off all her clothes, leaving only the black cotton undergarments.

“What are you doing, Natalie?” Snape demanded angrily.

“Going swimming. Care to join me?” She snipped, knowing full well she’d be the only one going into the water. She sprinted thru the frigid air, splashing into the water until reaching a depth she could dive into.

“She is insane!” Tonks screeched.

“I concur, Miss Tonks.” Snape commented dryly.

“I am no longer your student, Severus. It is just Tonks.” She was rapidly losing patience with her former professor’s condescending attitude. An odd bravado overtook her, and she scrabbled to her feet, ditching her clothes as well.

“Tonks!?!?” Remus panted in shock.

“Come and get me, Remus!” She hollered galloping ungracefully into the water to join Natalie, who promptly grabbed the auror, and dunked her completely under the water. Natalie clamped her hand over Tonks mouth, pulling her, shocked back to the surface and hissing in a forced whisper. “SSSSSHHHHHH …. Don’t tell the wussies on the shore. Let’s see if either one is brave enough to come in on their own.”

Tonks let loose with hearty guffaws, which carried back over the water to the two men still sitting, quite dumbfounded on the shoreline.

“How?” Tonks finally asked.

“Must be some sort of natural hot springs underneath the water here.” Natalie explained, paddling further out. Tonks followed her.

“Let’s see if we can entice the wimpy ones into the water with us.” Tonks schemed, her eyes gleaming as she shimmied out of her undergarments. Natalie laughed gleefully, following suit.

Tonks made to toss the sodden cotton underwear back at the men, but Natalie shook her head, taking them in her hand. “I learned a pretty cool trick when I was younger.” She grinned mischievously, closing her eyes and whispering the common incantation, “wingardium leviosa.” Their undergarments floated softly to the two, now completely stunned men, sitting up straighter on the shoreline.

Remus unceremoniously grabbed the bottle of rum from Snape, downing three large swallows. Handing the bottle back to Snape, he began to disrobe himself, his eyes never leaving the two frolicking, naked water nymphs in the black water.

“Come on Severus.” Lupin goaded gently. “There are two beautiful, naked, women out there. If they can do it, we can.”

“Do I look insane to you?” Snape snarled, drinking from the bottle again, his glittering black eyes focused only on the dark head of Natalie as she continued to frolic, diving under the water and splashing at Tonks.

“If you stay here while there are two willing and able women waiting for us, YES!” Lupin laughed, then streaked, completely starkers into the water, howling as he went; his poor cold shriveled boys hugging close to his groin for protection and warmth. Both women dived on him, Natalie pulling him under the water before he could say anything about how warm it was. As the trio surfaced, Tonks lips were plastered to Remus’, plundering his mouth greedily while Natalie whispered in his ear. “Don’t say anything. Let’s see if we can get Mr. stick up his butt, into the ‘freezing’ water.” She giggled. Lupin nodded happily. He was encased between two well developed, naked women. What man wouldn’t be happy?

TBC

A/N: Do you think they’ll entice Snape into the water or have to go after him? LOL.

OMG Sansa – I was thinking of making them do a round of Kumbaya! Could you just see Snape holding hands with Remus and singing, firelight dancing off his ghostly face, “Kumbaya my (dark) Lord, kumbaya. Kumbaya my (dark) Lord, Kumbaya. Oh (dark) Lord Kumbaya!” Author should abstain from spiced rum herself, lol.
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