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Cauldrons Aflame	By : JSSumner Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1633 -:- 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.

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Chapter: 4

The next morning, Severus opened his eyes to a sharp ray of light, cast by the morning sun. A few choice slurs escaped his lips, as he was not accustomed to such illumination; his sleeping quarters were void of windows. When the final curse rolled off his tongue, he felt a tight, painful squeeze around his waist. Grunting, his gaze shifted to meet that of Madam Pomfrey, who was currently striping his bandages, wearing a highly perturbed scowl. It soon faded away, however, as the last stretch of binding was removed. Much to her satisfaction, and his own, the wounds were completely healed.

The next few minutes were spent listening to her ramble on about how wonderful it was to finally have some decent help--not that he didn't agree--he just didn't want to waste his time talking about it.

He quickly seized the first opportunity he had to splice her speech short.

"So, am I free to go, warden?"

She shot him a rather nasty glare.

"I suppose so. Just keep out of trouble. You're costing this school a fortune in medical supplies!"

Just then, Claira walked in, her eyes heavily burdened by fatigue. As she predicted, she hadn't slept a wink last night. Madam Pomfrey tossed her a vial of pepper up, potion from her pocket, and Claira gratefully guzzled it down, feeling better instantly. Now fully alert, her attention was immediately drawn to Professor Snape, who was sitting upon the edge of his bed tugging on a pair of boots. He chest was still handsomely bare, and his hair-a heap of black, tangled mess; she had to bite her lip to keep from laughing aloud. As he stood, her eyes dropped to his abdomen, where a large, bloody gash had once been. Acting on pure impulse, Claira approached him, and ran her hands across his midsection, inspecting her work. As they trailed up his torso, she could feel his muscles tense beneath her fingertips, causing her eyes to meet his in an intense, awkward stare. Blushing fire, she quickly lowered her hands and took a step back.

"Looks like the medicine did its job," she managed to murmur, while admiring the intricate tile patterns on the floor.

"Indeed. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have much to do, and very little time to do it in."

Snatching up a clean shirt brought by one of the house elves,eruserus hastily dressed, slung his cloak over his shoulders, and swooped through the door.

He didn't stop until he reached the dungeons. Once inside the privacy of his chambers, Severus retrieved a new set of robes, and headed for the bathroom. Recklessly twisting the knobs on the wall, he slipped into the shower, allowing the hot, steamy water to run through his hair and down his face. His heart pounded loudly against his chest, and his skin still burned in all the ps Cls Claira's fingers had been. He was both surprised and angered by his reaction to her touch. As a man who thrived on control, Severus didn't like the effect she was having on him one bit. Cursing through gritted teeth, he slowly forced the knobs in the opposite direction.

By the end of the day, Claira was truly exhausted. The better part of it had been spent curing at least a dozen first years of boils. The hospital had also received three broomstick injuries, and one transfiguration mishap. Madam Pomfrey was still sawing off the girl's horns as Claira made her way down to the Great Hall for dinner.

Upon arrival, she discovered the feast to already be in full swagger. The room was incredibly noisy, and the tables were all overflowing with platters of delicious looking food. She quietly took her place at the far end of the staff table, next to Madam Pince, the librarian. Serving herself a small ration from each surrounding dish, Claira quickly began to eat, famished by the day's events.

Had anyone been paying close attention, they would have noticed Professor Snape's eyes drifting towards Claira far too often to be considered normal.

Severus found himself utterly fascinated by the girl, by her feeding habits, the way she slowly licked her lips after each sensual bite....

Completely engaged in a stare, he watched hungrily as she dipped a large, round cherry into a bowl of melted chocolate. The dark cream dripped enticingly from its stem as she brought it to her mouth, sampling a small taste with the swirl of her tongue. Good Merlin! Severus quickly adjusted his legs to accommodate the growing interest in his trousers, while kee a c a close eye on the fruit grazing across her lips. They parted in welcomed, lightly kissing the surface of the chocolate as she glided the cherry inside....

"Professor."

"PROFESSOR."

"PROFESSOR SNAPE!!!"

"WHAT IS IT?" Severus snapped,rlinrling about to glare 'Professor Annoying' in the face. His name was Gregory Moore, the temporary Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. The man was a bloody nuisance, always pestering him for one duncical reason or another.

"Erm, sorry to bot.... bother you, but I... I was just wondering if you were going to eat that last crumb cake? If not, then I think I might give it a go." He pointed to a single square pastry sitting next to his hand.

"Fine, just take the damn thing," Severus hissed, shoving the plate at him. The dish flipped over as he did so, sending the cake tumbling down the table near Hagrid; who in turn, picked it up and ate it. Severus quickly tore his eyes back to Claira... justtimetime to watch her drop the cherry's stem onto her napkin. He cast a deadly sneer at Professor Moore, who immediately excused himself from the table.

Claira, now overly stuffed, stood to leave. As she made her way down the center aisle, she suddenly stumbled into something fury, falling to her knees with a small gasp. Glancing up, she came face to face, or should she say, face to snout with a large black dog.

For the past two years, Dumbledore has allowed Sirius Black to live at Hogwarts in the disguise of his animigus; everyone else knew him as the school's guard dog. No one was aware of his true identity, save Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Professor Snape--who was now approaching the scene at a rapid pace.

Severus watched, utterly repulsed by the sight of Claira greeting the dog with a kind hand, patting his head, tugging at his ears. It was simply ridiculous. And Sirius, wagging his scraggly tail, pawing at her playfully like some pup in heat... What a fool, he was.

"You will remember to wash you hands after handling that filthy mutt, won't you?" Severus inquired coolly, though his eyes spoke differently as he glared down at the dog from over Claira'ouldoulder.

She chuckled softly, pulling him closer.

"You're not a filthy mutt, are you? No, you're not." She squeezed his face in her hands, rubbing his ears. "You're a good boy. Yes, you are. You're a cute little doggie!"

As if the baby talk wasn't bad enough, she had to go and finish the sickening display of affection off with a kiss on his snout. Unable to stand it any longer, Severus stepped around them, snorting loudly in disgust. As he passed by, Padfoot looked up at him, barring his teeth, which disturbingly resembled a smile.
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