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Secretly Slytherin	By : Veresna Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 12269 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 39: Prepare for Take Off
"Albus is waiting to hear whether or not you agreed to my proposal," he murmured, his left arm holding her snugly against him while his right hand cupped under her chin.
"Let him wait," she whispered back. She raised up her eyes to look at him. "Something tells me he won’t be terribly surprised that I declined the offer," she added, pausing to nip at his lower lip. "Or that you’ve been detained here for awhile."
"Hmm," he agreed, closing his eyes and moving his hands and head downward so that he could kiss and caress her neck. That small motion elicited a small groan from his own throat, and Helena’s eyes flew open. For it was not a sound of passion.
"Poor dear," she laughed, jumping down back to the floor. "Your back is still killing you from last night, isn’t it?"
"A bit," he reluctantly acknowledged, moving his right hand to rub the offending spot.
"Good," she said.
"Good?" he retorted, irritably.
She turned to go towards the bedroom door, pausing to smile over her shoulder. "Oh, well, if you really don’t want a nice, long, thorough massage…."
She turned and smiled as she heard a low growl as he hurried to follow her. She had barely managed to cross the threshold before his arms circled her from behind, his hands eagerly clutching at her breasts as he hugged her to him.
"I thought you were the one who had earned a treat?" he whispered.
"Oh, believe me, I intend to enjoy this as well," she replied. "There’s a little fantasy that I’ve wanted to carry out for quite a while," she said, smiling.
Suddenly, her grin disappeared. "But," she said worriedly, "I just need to know. Will Malfoy….." she paused.
He turned her around to face him. "No," he replied, emphatically. "What happened last night was simply an aberration, abetted by his physical closeness to us and the sheer magnitude of Dark Magic permeating the air around us." He bent down to nibble at her ear for a moment before continuing, "I assure you there will only be a duet, not a trio, today."
"All right, then," she said, the relief in her voice evident, reaching up with her hands and pushing herself away from him. "I am going to step into the bathroom for a moment and make some…..preparations."
Severus reluctantly allowed her to break the embrace, his dark eyes sparkling with anticipation and amusement. "And I?" he inquired.
"You," she replied, motioning towards the bed. "Get on the bed and make yourself comfortable."
"Comfortable?" he repeated, a dubious tone to his voice as his long fingers began undoing the buttons on his robe.
She paused in the doorway to the bathroom, straddling the portal and languidly moving one leg up and down along the wall for a moment. "Make yourself naked," she amended, her voice husky and full of promise. She raised her eyebrows and blew him a kiss before disappearing into the room and closing the door behind her.
Severus chuckled loudly as he placed his wand upon the bedside table and finished removing his robe. He tossed the discarded garment across the end of the bed, and a few seconds later, both of his boots had been hastily removed and kicked to the side. As he raised his fingers to undo the buttons of his shirt, he turned back to face the bed. He laughed softly as he spied the book laying on the middle of the cover, with several bookmarks stuffed into it. He tossed his shirt to the floor, and quickly divested himself of his pants and underwear as well. He sat down to take off his socks, pausing for a moment to tilt his head in the direction of the bathroom. Some vague sounds could be heard-Helena’s voice whispering an unintelligible incantation, the low whisper and hum of her wand as she cast her spells, and some soft clanking sounds. He stood up and leaned over to pick up the book with one hand while throwing the covers back with the other.
He plumped the pillows into a small pile at the headboard, leaned back against them, and studied the pictures she had marked. The first one showed the couple in a missionary position. But, floating above the bed, of course. He turned to the next one, and his long tongue flicked against his lips and his right hand snaked down to his crotch as he contemplated this illustration. The witch in this one was standing, propping herself against the wall with her arms extended and her legs spread wide, as the wizard behind her pumped enthusiastically into her. He allowed himself to enjoy this picture for a minute or two, unable to keep his hand from playing with his rapidly hardening prick while he perused it. Then he turned to the last picture she had marked, and his smirk grew even wider.
A moment later, he heard the sound of the bathroom door opening, and he hastily tossed the book onto the bedside table as he turned unto to his side.
She had apparently used a spell to open the door, for it flew open, seemingly of its own accord, and it took several seconds before she appeared in the doorway. Severus drew in a deep breath as he contemplated her. In her arms she carried a small silver tray, upon which were carefully balanced three bottles. But he gave this little notice, preferring to run his eyes up and down her body.
She was nude, and every inch of her bare skin was covered in a glistening, silky sheen of oil. Her hair was pinned up casually, a few stray tendrils still managing to flow down her back. Her eyes were elaborately made up with a deep shade of purple upon the lids and dark, dramatic lines circling around them, accentuating her ebony eyelashes. Her succulent lips were painted a bright, vibrant red, as were her large, erect nipples, making them appear exceptionally plump and inviting. Heavy bands of gold, suggestive of shackles, circled her neck, wrists and ankles, and a delicate chain of gold was wound around her waist. A small circular clasp held it together at her navel, and at the end of the chain was a charm in the shape of a golden, coiled snake. The excess length was left to dangle downward, and danced lightly against her stomach as she walked, the charm at the end swinging back and forth like a pendulum. His eyes followed the sparkling chain, and drew in another breath as he beheld her genitals. She had once again removed most of her pubic hair, leaving only the thinnest, scantiest rim of hair behind, and the lips of her pussy were wet, full and painted the same scarlet red as those of her mouth.
As she moved forward, he could detect a slightly spicy, erotic aroma. The oil she had covered herself with smelt like a mixture of cinnamon, sandalwood and some kind of exotic flower. She knelt down and carefully placed the tray down upon the floor before raising her eyes back to his.
"Do I please you, my master?" she asked.
He laughed again. "Very much," he replied. "Although," he continued, reaching out to stroke her breasts appreciatively, "I doubt very much you would ever be truly content to be any man’s slave."
She dropped her eyes back down and moved slightly forward, into his caress. He drew her breast closer to his mouth and hungrily opened up his mouth, taking in the nipple and sucking on it fiercely. She drew in a quick, excited breath.
"Oh, I only live to serve you, my lord," she whispered. "Do you not wish for me to soothe your aching body?"
"Definitely," he replied, having released her left nipple and switching over to lick and suck at the right.
"Then you must lie on your stomach while I attend to your back," she answered, her eyes wide and innocent.
He pulled his face away from her breast and smirked at her again. Then, he moved his hand back down to his throbbing, rock-hard cock. "That’s not the part that’s aching right now," he protested.
"Ah, you must have patience, Master," she answered. "I assure you that I will give the proper attention to each and every part of you. In its turn."
He reluctantly moved to lie on his stomach, pulling one pillow down to support him under his chest.
"Now, then, my lord, which oil would you like?" she asked. She uncorked the first bottle. "Oil of almond?" she said, leaning over to wave the stopper under his nose.
"Not bad," he murmured.
She replaced the cork and went to the second bottle. "Essence of musk?"
His nostrils quivered as he inhaled this scent. "Very heady," he pronounced.
"Or," she said, as she repeated the motion with the stopper from the third bottle, "Coconut?"
"No," he intoned firmly. "Much too sweet and frothy."
"Indeed," she answered. She returned to the second bottle. "The musk then?"
"Yes," he growled. "Get on with it!"
"Yes, Master," she responded, taking the bottle in her hands and moving onto the bed. A moment later she was straddling him, and he felt the cold surface of the snake-shaped charm slap briefly against his lower back as she paused and murmured another spell. It was apparently a heating spell, for when the first few drops of the oil streamed down unto his shoulders he found that they were unexpectedly warm and soothing, the raised temperature also serving to enhance its fragrance. She poured a long, thin stream of the ointment along his shoulders and down his backbone before leaning to the side to place the bottle on the table. Then her fingers began to smooth out the oil along his pale, smooth skin, rubbing and circling firmly but gently as she worked the liquid soothingly into his muscles. She paused to lean forward and worked her fingers tenaciously against the juncture of his neck and shoulders, her thumbs searching for and finding the vertebrae in his neck, and she smiled as she heard his deep, guttural sigh of contentment. He drew in a large, satisfied breath and then turned his head to the other side as she continued to work away.
"Oh, yes," he murmured. He took in another deep breath, smelling not only the scent of the massage oil, it’s aroma heightened by the warmth and contact with his skin, but also detecting the sweet perfume of Helena’s own pungent arousal, emanating from between her spread legs. He raised up suddenly, trying to press his back up against her legs and pussy.
"No, no," she clucked, pushing him back down firmly with her hands. "Only my fingers for now."
Her hands continued to stroke along his shoulders and upper arms, expertly finding and kneading the knots and tenseness that she found there. She took time to go down both arms, squeezing and rubbing the muscles of his upper arms, lower arms, wrists, hands and even taking the time to work the oil in between and around each of his fingers. As she did so, he felt her hard, thick nipples graze against his shoulders, and the chain she wore around her waist pressed lightly into his skin.
Then she returned her attention to his back, moving up and down his backbone for a moment before returning to massage the tender muscles along his shoulder blades and upper back. She slowly made her way down his back, finally pausing to press firmly down upon the aching lower region, using her thumbs, fingertips, palms and knuckles to relieve the aggrieved area. And then she finally lowered herself down over him, allowing the oiled, slick skin of her own thighs to rub back and forth against his hips, and her own glistening pussy to rub, warmly and smoothly over his lower back. Again, she found him pressing up against her, and she lifted herself up and bent to retrieve the bottle again. This time, Snape’s hand suddenly rose up into the air behind him, sliding along the side of her body until he came to her breast, his fingers searching for and pinching down hard upon her nipple. She laughed and drew away.
"Behave yourself!" she ordered, delivering a firm slap to his bare backside.
"Ouch!" he yelped, his fingers releasing her. "How dare you strike your master!" he grumbled.
A moment later, her fingertips were soothing away the sting as she poured a generous dollop of the ointment unto his reddened cheek and caressed it softly. Then she repositioned herself, lowering her body along his length and lying down so that her head was positioned just above his buttocks and her legs were alongside against his, straddling him gently, as her breasts rested against his thighs. She reached out to draw her hands up and down his torso again, and then flicked her tongue out along the small of his back as she firmly caressed his ass. This elicited another deep growl.
She smiled and raised up slightly, this time placing her oiled hands on the inside of his thighs and stroking him lightly as she kissed and nibbled on the tender skin on his buttocks. Then she drew up again and began working down his legs, massaging his thighs, calves and ankles. She paused, and as she had with his hands, she gave especial attention to his feet, tenaciously spreading the oil on and between each toe. Then she slowly worked her way up again, blowing a smooth, warm breath of air along the trail of moistness she had left. And then, with deliberate slowness, she finally moved her head between his legs, and the touch of her fingers on his inner thighs was replaced with the soft, feathery sensation of her flicking tongue. He moaned in exasperation as she raised her head again.
"Almost there," she promised, reaching out for the bottle again.
"Get on with it, woman!" he ordered. "How much more do you expect me to take?" he groused.
She poured another aliquot of the ointment into her hands, taking time to smooth and warm it thoroughly before repositioning herself between his legs again. And he once more felt her hot breath as she bent over him. A moment later, she finally rewarded him with by grasping his balls firmly in one warm, oily hand and rubbing the ointment over the tender skin with her other. And then her grasp loosened, and she began to firmly lick and stroke at the taut, reddened skin with her tongue.
At this, he gave another strangled, incoherent cry. As his body involuntarily rose up from the bed, her right hand swiftly moved to encircle his engorged prick. And then suddenly, she was somehow on her back underneath him and between his legs, her hungry mouth sucking and pulling at his balls as her hand pumped up and down his shaft, smoothly working the oil over its entire surface. She pulled down the foreskin and ran her thumb firmly against his hot, tender glans, pausing to stroke especially hard against the orifice, feeling the sticky drops of his pre-cum come pouring out as she did so.
He raised up on his hands, the muscles in his arms and legs flexing spasmodically as the waves of pleasure shot through him. His grunts became deeper and more frequent. She raised up her left hand and began to massage the tender area behind his balls as she felt them tense and elevate.
"No…..NO!" he suddenly yelled, pulling away, and gasping for air again.
A moment later, he had pulled her up beside him. He positioned her on her side, his own chest pressed up against her back as his hands went out to knead and squeeze her nipples. Then his right hand slid down between her thighs, and he impatiently tossed the gold chain away as his fingers sought and found her aching, swollen clitoris. She arched against him, moaning excitedly. He rubbed and probed her repeatedly, her groans growing louder and louder. And then he suddenly withdrew his hand. Her mouth went to form a cry of protest, but the next thing she knew his fingers were on her lips, coating them with her own wetness. And then his hot mouth was on top of hers, sucking and licking at her lips, savoring the taste of her arousal. He broke away for a moment, his hand moving down towards his own crotch, and when he returned there were gleaming drops of pearly liquid on his finger. She stuck out her tongue, but he smiled and placed them on his own tongue first and then thrust it in her mouth. She sucked on his tongue, aware of the taste of both the oil and the flavor of both of their bodies merging together in their mouths.
His hand was in between her legs again, stroking and circling. And then suddenly his hand was withdrawn, but before she had time to protest, she felt him raise up her leg and move it upward, hooking it over his hip. He positioned himself and began to penetrate her, entering her from behind. She moaned again, her hands reaching behind her to grab and claw at his hips and back, her nails scraping against his skin as she writhed with pleasure at the joining. She bent her leg further over his hip, desperate to force him more deeply into her opening.
"Corpus leviosum," he whispered. "Corpus leviosum."
Her head finally cleared enough to understand what he was doing. As he spoke the words a third time, her voice joined his and, to her delight, they began to lift off of the bed. She had barely enough time to register the sensation when he suddenly changed position, moving so that he was on top of her now, his prick sliding more deeply into her, stroking furiously away at her as her legs floated weightlessly in the air. She threw her head back and howled in pleasure. She had always felt a rush of exhilaration at flying on a broom, but this was decidedly different. Her whole body felt buoyant and free, which only intensified the exquisite pressure of Severus pounding away inside of her. And she was sure that his body was feeling equally free and unfetterred, making him even more sensitive to the delightful tightness and wetness of her cunt circling around his rapidly thrusting prick.
His strong hands were clenching at her buttocks, holding on to her and at the same time splaying her apart so that he could push into her as deeply as she could, burying himself to the hilt inside of her. She felt herself moving forward, the momentum of his hips bumping them both close to the wall. She stretched out her arms and grabbed frantically at the wall, trying to anchor herself. She felt him pause and take in a deep breath. A moment later the low rumble of his laughter waved over her as he moved one hand upwards to caress her breasts, his other hand returning to renew its acquaintance with her throbbing clit. She dropped one of her own hands to caress his hand as it slid and circled her relentlessly. Her other hand remained outstretched, pressed against the wall, her fingers scraping at the stone.
"How much more of this can you stand?" he hissed into her ear.
In reply, she shook her head violently and let a low, deep moan escape from her lips. "It’s wonderful," she gasped, "but so-" She drew in a deep gasp as he began thrusting inside of her again. "-intense," she shrieked. In all honesty, she was starting to feel lightheaded, though she wasn’t sure if it was due to her position, the overwhelming ecstasy she was experiencing, or the energy expended on the magical spell that had accomplished their levitation. Probably a combination of all three, she decided. "Please," she whimpered, not knowing exactly what she was begging for, "please," she repeated.
His thrusts ceased, though his cock, throbbing and hot, remained inside her. She felt his teeth dig into the nape of her neck for a moment, and he raised both hands up to stroke at her breasts. Then he shifted his weight again, drawing her body back and upwards in the air, so that her legs were pointing downward, towards the bed. He wrapped one arm around her chest, one around her waist and slowly nibbled his way back up her neck towards her ear.
"Let’s go for three out of three, shall we?" he whispered. "Finite incantatum."
Her hand remained touching the wall and slid down it as they slowly began to float back down towards the bed. With a soft thump, she found that her feet were back on the mattress. An instant later, she raised her other hand to the wall and braced herself against it, finding it impossible at the moment to stand on her own power.
"You checked out my pictures," she gasped, as he moved his hands back down to stroke at her thighs as he moved her legs further apart.
"I aim to please," he replied. "Let’s see, you wanted: a sideways, rear penetration." He thrust back and forth a few times. "Done," he said, as if checking off a list. He paused and drew back, almost allowing himself to slip out of her. As she began to moan in protest, he suddenly thrust, hard and deep, back into her. "Two: a little levitation," he whispered, repeating the motion. As he moved back the third time, he felt her tighten around him, squeezing him as hard as she could with her vaginal muscles, her thighs and buttocks rippling from the effort, "and, to top it off, a good, hard screwing standing up," he finished. And then suddenly his hips were bucking wildly away as he began ramming into her.
He moved his hands to circle around her legs as he thrust into her again, and his strokes rapidly becoming swifter and harder. He efforts were rewarded very quickly, for he soon felt her stiffening and jerking backwards towards him, her squeal of pleasure leaving him no doubt that she was climaxing. Her hands were off the wall now, clenching and unclenching as her waves of ecstasy continued. For an exquisite moment, he found the strength to grab unto her legs and raise her into the air, lifting her feet off of the bed as his own orgasm swept through him. She shrieked again, and her legs and feet flailed helplessly as she felt his prick jerk and spout inside of her. The next thing she knew, they had both tumbled backwards onto the bed, their oiled, sweaty bodies laying in a tangle of arms, legs, as his cock slowly softening and sliding out of her.
They lay there, panting and spent for a long time before either of them had the strength to move. Finally, Snape moved his arm to the side and grabbed for the covers, managing to thrown enough of the material over them to give them a degree of warmth as they continued to lay where they had fallen, feet pointed towards the headboard. Helena moved to snuggle against him, nuzzling her nose against his chest as he brought the covers over her body.
"Going to take a nap?" he whispered.
She made a low, muffled sound and raised her head just enough to catch a glimpse of the clock standing on the table. She groaned and shook her head as she stretched. "I have a ton of homework I still have to do," she said, tiredly.
"Well…" he said, speculatively.
She looked up at him quizzically.
He turned over and cupped both hands around her face. "Why don’t you reconsider your decision?" He gave her a small, quirked smile. "There’s no need to do any homework if you’re about to disappear, is there?"
She laughed quietly. "You don’t give up easily, do you?" she asked. She gently urged his hands away from her face, tossed back the covers and began to rise out of the bed. "You’re stuck with me, get used to it," she called back over her shoulder as she disappeared into the bathroom.
When she emerged from the shower, her body and face cleansed of the oil and makeup she had applied, she found Severus staring down at the plain, gold necklace she had left lying by the side of sink.
"However did you manage it?" he murmured.
"Oh," she replied, stepping forward and picking up the chain. "I took this off during Herbolatry Class one day and put it in my pocket. And then forgot about it. I’ve been carrying it around forever. So, I decided to use my wand to break off five links, and then transfigured them into the bracelets and choker."
"And the Snake charm?"
"Oh, for that I used the Knut that I had in my other pocket."
"And the bottles of oil?"
She laughed. "I’m a woman-I carry around small vials of perfume and hand cream in my pockets most of the time. But, I had to borrow your water class," she said, gesturing towards an empty space on the sink, "for the third bottle. And I transfigured the tray from your soap dish," she finished.
"You are very good at transfiguration," he noted, with more than a trace of admiration in his voice.
"Thank you," she replied. She paused, and smiled mischievously. "Of course, I do have to do a practical exam for McGonagall tomorrow. I suspect this will be easy compared to the tasks she’ll give me to do."
He laughed and followed her back out to the bedroom. It took her only a few minutes to dress and dry her hair, and then she set about transfiguring the rest of the items back into their original appearance.
"Now," she said with a sigh, "all I have to do is figure out an excuse for what I’ve been doing ever since I left the Ravenclaw common room last night."
"Ah," he replied. "Actually, Pomfrey mentioned that it might be wise for you to travel via floo powder to the infirmary first."
"Oh?"
"Yes." He crossed her arms and looked down at her with amusement in his eyes. "Apparently both Miss Carver and Mr. Thurston had already been down there, wondering how your ‘sore ankle’ was doing. She, of course, had no idea what they were talking about. But, she had the presence of mind to admit nothing to them, leaving them with the impression that you were there, being treated."
She laughed. It seemed like a lifetime had passed since she had used the excuse that her leg was hurting her to explain her sudden departure from the dormitory. She sat down on the bed and began to put her shoes on.
"That must have been an interesting meeting this morning," she remarked. Raising her head back up to look at him, she continued, "Did Madam Pomfrey manage to look sufficiently surprised to ‘find out’ about our relationship when the headmaster revealed it?"
"Oh, actually I went to her first," he replied. "I was sure she would be so incensed about what had happened that she would be off to Albus’ office immediately, demanding that he do something about it. And that he punish me for putting you into this position."
"Thereby hoping to thoroughly convince him that he should agree with your proposal," she finished. She stood up. "And was she furious?"
He shuddered. "That is putting it mildly."
"Maybe I should just walk back to the Ravenclaw dormitory," she said. At the moment, she wasn’t exactly eager to face an enraged Mediwitch.
He laughed. "As angry as she is, I think it is best you go and see her. And, I’m sure, she will also be very interested in hearing of your decision."
She sighed and walked out into the sitting room. She stood staring down at her drawing supplies for a moment. When Severus entered the room, a few minutes later, he was just in time to see her toss the picture she had drawn unto the dying embers of the fire. The flames leapt up for a moment, and the piece of paper quickly turned to ashes. Then she turned back towards the table and, with a wave of her wand and a murmured minimizing charm, shrunk the rest of the supplies down to a size that would easily fit in her pocket.
He made no comment on her actions, but as he approached her she saw that he was holding the invitation from the Malfoys in his hand.
"Need to send them an RSVP?" she said, dryly.
He shook his head. "I don’t think it is necessary. It sounds as if we are expected-or make that required-to attend."
She nodded in agreement. "So, should I not go home for the Christmas holidays?" she asked. She had always returned home for the holidays except for the year before, when she had used the Yule Ball as an excuse to remain at Hogwarts. This year, her mother had assumed she would be coming home, as usual, but Helena had intimated to her that she was considering staying at the school again.. After all, it would be her last opportunity to celebrate the holiday with her classmates chums before her imminent departure.
He grunted. "No, I think it is best that you do go." He shrugged his shoulders. "If you stay at Hogwarts, the fact that both you and I are absent for the New Years festivities might be noted," he explained.
She nodded. Although part of her was disappointed not to spend the time with him, she had wondered how she would explain to the others why she was not attending the Yule Ball. She had no doubt that Snape had no intention of allowing her to accept anyone’s invitation.
"We’ll arrange to meet somewhere earlier that night," he continued. "And then travel on together to Malfoy Manor."
"All right," she sighed.
He moved to the mantle and opened up the large, elaborately carved wooden box that held his floo powder. "Ladies first," he said, with a slight, mocking bow.
She reached out and took a handful of the powder. "I don’t suppose," she began, looking back at him playfully, "there’s any chance that you would take pity on me and just tell me what’s going to be on the Potion’s exam tomorrow?"
"About as much chance as I’m going to drop in on Minerva and tell her about your imaginative transfigurations today so that she can you excuse you from the Transfiguration Practical" he replied.
"Ha, ha," she muttered, turning back to the fire the tossing the powder in. "The Infirmary!" she shouted, as the flames turned green and she dove into them.
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Madam Pomfrey was at her desk, leafing through a Mediwizardry magazine when Helena appeared, a bit dusty and covered with ashes, through the large fireplace located in her office. The Mediwitch put the magazine down and sat back in her chair with her arms crossed angrily in front of her. "Well?" she asked.
"Well," began Helena, taking a long time to dust off her robes, during which time she studiously avoided looking Pomfrey in the face, "I’m still headed for the University next month." She slowly raised her head to meet her gaze.
Pomfrey was clucking her tongue and shaking her head. "I don’t know who is more foolish," she said, rising from her chair and approaching the girl. "Me, for not going to Dumbledore months ago when I first found out about your affair months ago-" She was standing in front of Helena now, "Or you, for joining Severus in this dangerous game he is playing."
The next thing she knew the Mediwitch had her arms around her and was giving her a firm embrace.
"Damn," she muttered, pulling back and regarding Helena sadly. "I’ll admit, a small part of me was rather glad to finally see Severus be drawn out of his isolation. I’d even allowed myself to hope that, now that he had someone to care about, he might be persuaded to give up spying."
She lifted her hand to Helena’s chin and urged her face upward. "Instead, now I have two people to worry about instead of one."
Helena’s eyes lit up with understanding. "You’ve known about his spying from the first, haven’t you?"
Pomfrey sighed. "Yes. Ever since he switched sides, years ago. Albus took me into his confidence immediately. He was always afraid that one day Severus would return from a Death Eater meeting more dead than alive. Although it hasn’t come to that, I have had to treat him several times. And each time I have, I have also tried to persuade him to give up this foolishness. But he always refuses."
"He is stubborn, isn’t he?"
"Like someone else I know," replied Pomfrey, sarcastically. "Well, if you’re sure you’re staying-"
Helena nodded.
"Roll up your sleeves."
She started in surprise. "What on earth for?" she asked.
"Well, Professor Dumbledore mentioned to me that he wondered if I might not be able to come up with some kind of camouflage for your arms. After all, everyone is rather used to Severus walking about with his jacket buttoned up to his neck and three layers of clothing everywhere else. But, you-"
"Oh, yes," murmured Helena gratefully as she began to roll up her sleeves. "I’ve already had some close shaves with my roommates. And that was when I just had one arm to worry about."
Pomfrey bustled about, gathering supplies. She bade Helena to sit down in a chair and allow her arms to rest against the desk. She stared down at the darkened skin with consternation, and applied a soothing ointment to both before she attempted to cover them up. Helena watched, fascinated, as the Mediwitch removed some small squares of a pink-colored, silk-like material from a small box. She laid one on top of Helena’s left forearm and the fabric began to stretch and thin out, changing in color to match her own skin tone. After a few minutes, even Helena could not see where the material ended and where her own skin began, and the fabric was covering the mark so well that not a trace could be discerned though it. Then Pomfrey repeated the procedure with her right arm.
After she was done, Helena raised her fingers and stroked the surface in amazement. And her eyebrows rose up in surprise.
"Yes," conceded Pomfrey, "I am afraid it does not feel like skin. To you. Or to anyone else who should happen to touch it."
Indeed, Helena had found, to her dismay, that it still felt like shiny, silky material instead of skin.
"And I can not tell you how long it will last before needing replacement. I definitely doubt it will survive the heat that accompanies a summons from Voldemort intact. But, it will fool a casual observer."
Helena smiled. "And, I can at least raise my hand in class or reach for piece of bread without worrying about how far my sleeve is going to ride up my arm," she observed. "Thank you."
She had begun to roll her sleeves back down and then suddenly stopped. "How about water?" she asked.
Pomfrey nodded. "Yes, I’m not sure how many showers they will survive, either," she admitted. She handed the box over to Helena. "Take the rest of these in case you need them. I’ll order more for myself."
"What are these used for anyway?" she inquired, pocketing the box.
"They were developed to cover up scars and burn marks," she replied. "Although, some women have been known to use them to cover stretch marks and freckles," she admitted.
"Oh," said Helena, putting her hand into another one of her pockets. A moment later, she had brought out the shrunken box containing her drawing supplies. "Could I keep this in your office, by any chance?"
"What is it?" asked Pomfrey, curiously.
"Severus gave me some drawing supplies. And I do want to use them-to draw a picture for him, actually. For Christmas. And I don’t dare do that in my room," she explained.
"Undoubtedly," replied Pomfrey, with a grin. She cleared her throat. "Now then, you’ve been here since last night, by the way."
"Oh, yes," said Helena with a smile.
"It seems that the Skelegrow you received was a tad too potent and your bones were a little too over-zealous in growing back, necessitating a bone-depletion spell and a period of time off of your feet."
She nodded. "I hear Lewis and Ang stopped by."
"Yes, and you may tell them that I was reluctant to let them know that you were being treated." Pomfrey’s lips twitched slightly. "Since it was Professor Snape’s concoction that we used and I didn’t want word of his potion’s deficiency to become common knowledge."
Helena grinned. "Have you cleared that portion of the story with Severus?"
"No. It’ll serve him right if the story does get around," replied Pomfrey with an emphatic nod. "Not that you need to tell him that," she added, demurely.
Helena winked. "My lips are sealed," she laughed. "Thanks again," she said, turning to leave.
"One more thing!" called Pomfrey, after her.
"What?"
"Turn into an owl for me. Immediately." It sounded like an order, not a request.
Helena blinked again in surprise, but closed her eyes and concentrated. Within a few seconds, she had managed the change and had flown over to sit at the edge of Pomfrey’s desk.
Pomfrey studied her carefully. "Very good," she admitted. "Just wanted to see for myself how well you can do it-and how natural you looked," she added.
"Why?" Helena had already managed to re-transformation and was leaning against the desk, looking down at her.
"Well, just because you can turn into some kind of animal isn’t always effective by itself," she replied. "I had a schoolmate who could turn into a unicorn." She nodded, and smiled at the memory. "A bright pink unicorn with a purple tail. Very attractive, in its own way, but hardly a convincing disguise."
Helena laughed and turned again to make her way out of the office. She stopped suddenly, and turned back to regard Pomfrey thoughtfully.
"Are there any other unregistered Animagi running about Hogwarts?" she asked.
Pomfrey smiled and looked up at the ceiling. "My, the acoustics in this room are horrible. I’m afraid I didn’t hear that last question."
Helena chuckled again and went on her way.
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