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Coming of Age (Female Potter)	By : stargazer67 Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 11694 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The next morning, he’s already gone when she wakes – he’s left her a note in the kitchen, saying that he’s taken the kids to their grandparents, and is going to do some shopping after that. He’s left her coffee and some breakfast, and she sits down to it gratefully. She is curious what today and tonight will bring; pretty sure she knows at least in general what tonight will bring (or at least what she hopes it will), but wondering what kinds of things he’s gone shopping for, rather than just sending Kreacher for them.
He comes back home in the late afternoon, with all kinds of packages, and when she tries to poke her nose into one of them he shoos her away. She sits down at the table to watch him as he unpacks various vegetables, herbs, and cuts of meat, and begins preparing them.
He asks, “So, did you enjoy your quiet morning?”
Surprised because she hadn’t really thought about how quiet it had been, she says, “Yes, actually, I did. It was kind of nice not to have the children tearing around the house for a change.”
“Dinner will be awhile yet – you might want to take the opportunity to have a good soak in the bath, since you can do it uninterrupted.”
“Oh – now that is a great idea, I didn’t even think of that…” she replies, and heads upstairs.
She’s rarely used the huge bathtub since Severus died, it holds too many memories in a way for one, and for another, the kids rarely give her enough peace for more than a quick shower. Grateful to Remus for once again seeming to always be a step ahead, she fills the tub and sinks into it, relaxing as she knows that she can soak as long as she likes.
When she gets out and dries off, she decides that this is a bit of an occasion, and puts on a low-cut dress. When she comes back downstairs, she sees that he also has showered and changed in the interim, putting on something much nicer than usual as well (with an apron to protect it, as he’s still cooking).
He turns when he hears her come into the kitchen, and looks her up and down (which makes her pulse race), and finally gives her a slow smile and says, “You look beautiful, Evie.”
She’s nearly ready to kiss him right then, forget dinner; and he seems to sense the thought and goes over to one of the packages, pulling out a thin bar of chocolate wrapped in golden foil.
Grinning, he turns around and winks at her, breaking off a piece and saying, “Here, eat this, it helps – it really does…”. She laughs out loud at this, a reminder of how often he said that to her when she was a student and being tormented by the Dementors. (She half-wonders if he meant it as a subtle acknowledgement that he’s the one tormenting her now…)
She reaches out her hand to take it; but he comes closer and clearly intends to feed it to her himself. Just like that, her heart is racing again, as he feeds her a morsel and then looks into her eyes as it begins to dissolve on her tongue.
It’s immediately clear that this is no ordinary chocolate; it first has overtones of honey, and then caramel, and then mint, and then orange, and then raspberry, and then any number of other things that are frequently paired with chocolate, as well as a few that aren’t – but all are indescribably delicious. It also generates the same sort of heat that a shot of strong liquor would – not intoxicating, just warming. She says, “Oh…!” and he smiles, and then turns back to his cooking.
He tells her over his shoulder that dinner is nearly ready and asks her to go pick out some music for later, and she does; and when she returns, the food is on the table, candles lit, wine open, and he is waiting by her chair to seat her. As she sits and he pushes in her chair, he momentarily caresses her arm, and then goes to his own seat.
All through dinner (which is amazing, she had no idea he was such a good cook himself), he somehow keeps bringing her desire to the forefront, and then somehow completely distracting her away from it just as she’s about ready to drag him across the table and forget everything else. Much the same way as he did earlier, with the chocolate, when she first came into the kitchen.
He’s so skillful at it that at first she doesn’t even notice the cycle; and when she finally does towards the end of the meal, and mentally decides that she’s going to resist whatever the next distraction may be - still when it comes, she can’t. She tries again the next time, and finally decides he’s just too good; she’ll just follow wherever he’s leading, she can’t hope to outfox him.
Dinner over, he suggests they go to the living room and he asks her to put the music on. When she does, he comes up behind her, and putting his hands on her waist, she thinks this will be the moment – but what he breathes into her ear isn’t at all what she was expecting. What he asks her is how long it’s been since she danced.
She turns around and stammers that she and Sirius went dancing once, and before that, probably not since the Yule Ball, the year of the Triwizard Tournament. He grins at her and says, “I thought so…” and taking her hands, begins to whirl her around. She’s mentally kicking herself for not having chosen slower music, but she soon discovers that he’s as good at dancing as he seems to be at everything else; and in no time at all, they are both laughing, and urging one another on to ever more difficult steps.
Surprisingly, she has by this point completely forgotten any idea of them getting together tonight, she’s having so much fun. He finally stops and says he needs to catch his breath, and besides, they’re neglecting their wine. They sit on the couch, and while his arm is draped around her, it has no special meaning to her at this point; it’s almost like any other night where they sit comfortably and talk. They talk a bit about dinner, about the wine, about where he found that chocolate. He gives her shoulder a squeeze and says he’s glad she’s enjoyed it all.
Between the wine, the excellent meal, and the exercise, she’s actually starting to grow a bit sleepy; and then a slow song comes on. He takes her wineglass from her and puts it down on the side table. Standing up, he extends his hand with a smile, and says, “I believe you owe me one more dance, tonight.”
The look in his eyes makes her heart race again, and she realizes he’s done it to her again – completely disarmed and distracted her, and then turned it on full force again when she was least expecting it.
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