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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.

*****

This is Chapter
Thirty. This chapter contains no
smut. But>But fear not, sexual activity
reappears in Chapter Thirty Three, so if you�d like to, skip ahead. Once again I�ll warn that you may end up a
bit confused if you don�t read the in-betweens.

*****

Chapter Thirty �
Confidence

Dianthus apparated
into her room at The Leaky Cauldron and collapsed on the couch, still reeling
from Aster�s anger and the information Charmichael had given her. It just seemed so outlandish � but then
again, she�d never researched Squib sibling rivalry, so what did she know? She didn�t even know any witches or wizards
from school who had a Squib brother or sister.
It was just so damned confusing. And not my fault, she kept reminding
herself, as she pondered the situation over a delicious dinner brought up by
the same house-elf as before. Dianthus
knew she had done everything she could to help her sister � but maybe that was
the problem, as Charmichael had suggested?

She decided with a
sigh that the best course was probably to follow the lawyer�s directive, to
keep her distance, focus on school, and hope for the best. She�d move into whichever flat the old man
found for her, close to Bremmel of course, as she�d
instructed, and leave Aster alone for a bit.
It wasn�t like she didn�t have other things to worry about. Her upcoming courses weren�t going to be any
picnic, she was sure.

With the empty
tray deposited outside the door, and nothing else to occupy her mind, Dianthus�
thoughts returned to Snape. He really was
a fucker. The worst part was how aroused
she�d become just listening to him talk about�those things. Wanton things. Shameful things. Perhaps he�d forgotten that she�d been a
virgin, or maybe he didn�t realize just how sheltered she�d been. Hadn�t he noticed she wouldn�t even look at
his erection? She�d been quite pleased
with what they had done, had fulfilled every one of her romantic schoolgirl
fantasies. And now she was supposed to
come up with some detailed scenario involving things beyond romance, things she
had never considered�

Fleeting images
passed through her mind, of Snape impeding her effort to move in the shower,
the feeling of his arm restraining her hips as his head moved between her legs,
the achingly deliberate pace of his fingers when he�d pleasured her on the
couch. She�d thought, at the time (what
thought she could spare), that he was simply being gentle with her, but
thinking of it another way, his behavior seemed like something else entirely. Something much more calculated, and
infinitely more exciting.

But how could she
write down what she barely comprehended?
She�d never though bei being � her mind tripped over words, refusing to
speak them. Or had she been longing for
just those things, with no vocabulary to wrap around them? She could hardly stand to consider what she
was thinking now � as he seemed to know only too well. Maybe she should just make something up, she
thought desperately. Something
along the lines of what they�d done, maybe.

A knock at the
door broke into her discomfited reverie.
Her breath caught; she was sure it was Snape displaying his usual
impeccable timing. She rushed to the
door and flung it open � but it was not Snape at all, but one of her
roommates. In fact, it was the least
likely roommate, looking timid and embarrassed.
�Melanie!� Dianthus bit back a
groan of disappointment and frustration.

�Bad time?�
squeaked Melanie.

Dianthus shook her
head and motioned Melanie to come inside.
�No, no, just sitting here thinking � about things,� she said, praying
that her breathing wouldn�t betray her galloping heartbeat. �Come on, sit down � what are you doing in London
so soon? I thought you were going to
spend a couple of weeks in Nottingham before you went up
to Donegal.�

�Well, I am. But I thought I�d pop over and see what
you�re up to, and how it � how it went with Aster.� Melanie sat on the couch and looked around
the room. �Nice and roomy, this, isn�t
it?�

Dianthus followed
her friend�s gaze � she made a mental note to praise Tom�s house-elves for
their repair of the bed � it looked as if nobody had ever slept in it, much
less� She swallowed and said, �Yeah, I
was worried it would be completely run down, but it�s a classic, no? You should see the shower � it runs perfumed
water.�

�Wow!�

Dianthus flopped
back on the couch and sighed. �This
room�s the only good bit about being here though � Aster has completely flipped
out.�

�Oh, I was worried
about that,� said Melanie, with much sympathy.
Dianthus told her the entire story of her afternoon in Broadgate. Melanie
was an excellent audience, cursing softly when Dianthus mentioned that Aster
spat on her, gasping at hearing that Aster was being forced to seek the
attentions of a shrink, actually tearing up near the end, when Dianthus
described the lawyer�s relationship with her grandfather.

�So sad,� Melanie
whispered, when Dianthus finished up the entire tale. �Do you think she�ll get better,
Dianthus? It seems like it�s been going
on for some time��

�Well, the
wizarding psychologist seems to think so,� shrugged Dianthus. �I dunno, I just
have to hope, I guess.�

�And she � she
doesn�t even want you to owl her?�

Dianthus
considered this � she and Charmichael hadn�t explicitly talked about owls. �No,� she finally decided, �best not risk
it. Ogey
seemed to think a complete break for now would be the best thing.�

�Oh, how
horrible,� Melanie said, tears forming again in her eyes. �And just when you need her most.�

�Well, what can I
do,� Dianthus sighed.

Melanie looked
embarrassed again. �I � I wanted to ask
you something else, too, Di,� she muttered.
�I mean, I wanted to hear about Astell rll right, but I came here for
another reason, too.� She fidgeted
uncomfortably in her seat.

Dianthus leaned in
closer to her friend, slightly alarmed.
�Are you okay, Mel? What is it?�

�No, I�m fine,�
Melanie reassured her. And then, seeming
to steel herself, she said, �I wanted to ask you about � about Snape.�

Dianthus froze,
her stomach squirming. �S-Snape?� she
said, warily.

Melanie looked at
her placidly and said, �Yes, Di, Snape.
I was hoping that, if I came here alone, without Martine and Erin, that
you might tell me what�s going on there.�

�Nothing�s going
on,� Dianthus protested, trying to sound as if the idea was foolish. �Why would you even say that, Mel?�

�Because I�m not
blind,� said Melanie kindly. �I see
things, you know. I spent the entire
term watching him watch you in the
great hall.�

�Surely
not!� Dianthus laughed.

�Every time you
weren�t looking up there, his eyes were all over you, Di.� She smiled.
�Of course, you were looking up there quite a bit, yourself. And that night up the Astronomy
Tower, he couldn�t turn you over to
McGonagall � �

�He took fifty
points, though,� Dianthus reminded her.

�And then, night
before last,� Melanie said, ignoring Dianthus.
�You came in late to the feast, remember? Said you�d been packing for half an hour?�

�But � but � �

�But
the look on your face! And then
you wouldn�t even spare half a glance for the staff table, even though Snape
came in right after you did,
Dianthus, and he never once glanced your way, either. It was very obvious something big had
happened.�

Dianthus stared
mutely at her friend. She could think of
nothing plausible to say.

�I know we gave
you a hard time of it, and I figured that�s why you wouldn�t say anything in
front of Erin, especially,� Melanie said urgently. �So I kept my mouth shut, and thought I�d
come here and get the truth out of you on my own, if I needed to. I�ve been on your side, and you know that.�

�What � what side
is that?� Dianthus said faintly.

�There�s nothing
wrong with your being in love with Snape,� Melanie said gently, as if
explaining something to a child. �And if
he�s in love with you, well, so much the better. I�ped ped you would be able to talk to Aster
about the whole thing, at least. She
hasn�t been involved, so she�d be pretty objective. But if you can�t tell anybody, well, you�ll
go insane, you know you will.�

Something clicked
in Dianthus� brain. �That why you gave
me those knickers.�

A mischievous
smile crossed Melanie�s face. �I thought
they�d come in handy at some point � I�ve seen your other pairs, they won�t do
at all.�

�I thought they
were a joke,� Dianthus mused.

�I did a good job
of playing it off for the girls, didn�t I?� said Melanie proudly. �But my mum helped me, I owled
her and told her what I wanted, and she picked them out in a Muggle shop. She said he�ll go wild for them.�

�Yeah, he
did.� It came out before Dianthus
realized it, and Melanie�s jaw dropped.

�He�s � you�ve � �

�Yeah,� said
Dianthus, laughing weakly. It seemed the
cat was among the pixies, now. �He came
here to explain some things and � �

�Is that where you
got the ring, then?�

Dianthus started
and looked down at her finger. She had
actually forgotten about it. �He gave it
to me last night. It�s a family ring -
his great-grandmother or something made one for herself, and one for her
husband as a wedding gift.�
p clp class=MsoNormal style='text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%'>�Oh, Dianthus,�
Melanie sighed. �That�s the most
romantic thing I�ve ever heard.�

Dianthus slumped back
on the couch. �I don�t know about
romantic. He can be a real bastard, you
know?�

Melanie tittered,
�But you�ve always liked that about him, too, Di.�

Dianthus
hesitated, wondering just how much she should tell Melanie. Ah,
fuck it, she thought. �Do you know what he wants me to do?�

�No, but tell me
immediately,� Melanie breathed, leaning forward a little.

�Wants me to owl
him�with my � uh � with details on what I�d like to do,� she finished in a
rush.

�Like, a fantasy?�

�Something to jack
off to,� Dianthus scowled.

�Or something to
look forward to,� Melanie countered. Dianthus hadn�t considered this, but now that
Melanie said it, it seemed reasonable.
�When are you going to see him again?�

�Don�t know,�
Dianthus grunted. �That�s part of the
problem. He won�t tell me anything until I have this bloody letter
to him. And I have no idea of what to
write.� That wasn�t quite the
truth. �I don�t know how to write it. I�m not exactly the picture of
experience. I liked what we did�� and
here her face burned, even though it was just Melanie, ��but I�ve never written
anything like that!�

�Well,� said
Melanie, thoughtfully. �I think you
should take some time and really consider what you might like. I mean, if it�s just something for him to
jack off to, it�ll be good for him to wait a bit. And if it�s something he�d like to plan, then
you�ll get something really fucking fantastic, if you play it right. Something mind-blowing,� she added, dreamily.

�How do you know
these things?� asked Dianthus.

�My parents are
Muggles,� said Melanie, as if that said it all.
Upon seeing Dianthus� continued confusion, she explained. �I�ve been watching Muggle movies and
television since I was a baby. People on
television spent three quarters of their time trying to get someone to fuck
them, and the other quarter trying to get rid of the ones they�ve fucked
already. Sharing a fantasy is a common
thing during the first part. Some of
them are pretty good, too.�

�I don�t know if I
can write it out, though,� muttered Dianthus.
Her face burned again.

�It�s not that
hard after you get started,� said Melanie, unblushingly.

�Melanie!�
Dianthus gasped, scandalized. �Have you
been trading fantasies with someone, then?�

�Oh, no,� said
Melanie quickly. �I�ve got no one to
send them to, but I�m hoping once I get to Vitulus
I�ll find somebody. And I want to be
prepared!�

�I had no idea you
were such a brassy one,� teased Dianthus.

�Oh, I know, I
come off all romantic and girlish, but I know what I want,� said Melanie,
grimly. �I don�t want to be taken along
by the situation.�

Dianthus smiled,
but didn�t say anything. She didn�t
think Melanie needed to know that being �taken along by the situation� was
almost exactly what Dianthus wanted Snape to give her.

�I�d better get
going!� exclaimed Melanie abruptly. �I
told my folks I�d be back late, but still, it�s almost one o�clock in the morning!�

Hearing how late
it was, Dianthus felt exhausted. She
kissed Melanie on the cheek and said quietly, �Thanks so much, Mel.�

�I hope it works
out, I really do, Di,� said Melanie, as they shared a long embrace. �You can owl me anytime, you know, if you want to talk.
I�m only a moment away.�

�I know, and I will owl you.�

�Tell me one
thing.�

�What?�

�Was it good? Did it hurt?
Okay, two things.�

�Yes, and yes,�
Dianthus laughed, breaking away from the hug, embarrassed but also exhilarated
at the memory of what she and Snape had done.
She leaned in close to Melanie and whispered, �He levitated me in the
shower.�

Melanie�s eyes
widened. �I�m going to have to remember
that one,� she giggled.
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