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Dianthus Stories	By : icewomin Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3134 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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
Forty. This chapter contains no
smut. But it�s on the horizon, just
ahead in Chapter Forty One, so if you�d like to,p ahp ahead. Once again I�ll warn that you may end up a
bit confused if you don�t read the in-betweens.

*****

Chapter Forty �
Idle Conversation

Dianthus sat
sullenly on the couch while Snape made them tea. She was clean and dry after their
shower. He�d carefully bundled her into
a heavy bathrobe and steered her into the living room, before conjuring himself
a long white nightshirt and heading for the kitchen. Night had fallen while they romped in the
bed, but she sat in the dartil til he returned with two steaming cups that gave
off a wonderful fragrant aroma. He
looked around and sighed. �Accio wand. Incendio.� A fire roared to
life in her fireplace. He sat next to
her on the couch.

�It will not
always be like this, Dianthus,� he said bleakly.

�But it will be
for a good long time, won�t it?� she replied tonelessly.

�Yes, it will
be.� Snape took her hand. �Would it be easier if I didn�t come?�

�No,� she
muttered.

�Then can we be
satisfied with what we have?�

�It�s hard,� she
whispered. She was close to tears again.

�Drink some tea.�

He watched her
closely as she brought the cup to her mouth, and she narrowed her eyes at
him. �What did you do to it?�

�Just a mild
sleeping draught,� he said casually. �I
bought it this morning.�

�I don�t want to
sleep.�

�You need to,� he
insisted. �You were exhausted when I got
here.�

�I can sleep after
you leave,� she pointed out. �Hang
on. When are you leaving? Are you
giving me this so you can leave after you�ve knocked me out?� The last sentence came out louder than she
intended. She put the cup down hard on
the table.

�No, no,� he said
quickly. �I don�t have to leave until
tomorrow afternoon.�

Her mood lifted
slightly. �Really?�

�Really.�

�So we can have a
lie in, cook breakfast, things like that?�

�If
you like.�

She took a ragged
breath. �Okay.� She had until theernoernoon, then.

He picked up her
cup. �Drink this, Dianthus.�

�I don�t want it,�
she said, pushing it away.

�Drink,� he said
pointedly.

�You are extremely
bossy,� she grumbled, taking it from him.

�And you need a
firm hand,� he said smoothly. �You are
very fortunate that I am able and
willing to provide it.�

Dianthus snorted
into her tea but took a long sip. They
sat in silence f mom moment, and then Snape said, �Did you see Aster?�

�No,�nthunthus
said sadly. She gave him a brief
synopsis of her visit to Broadgate.

He looked troubled
when she had finished. �She�s still
using the ?� �Time
to get you to bed � no arguments.�
She sneered, but had no argument to give. He pulled her to her feet � she swayed
slightly.

�What the bloody
hell did you give me?� She yawned again,
and staggered a little. She felt like
someone had stupefied her, she was off-kilter somehow.

�Just a little
something,� he said, sweeping her up into his arms.

�This is
completely unnecessary,� she said, leaning gratefully into his shoulder.

He carried her to
the bed and she stretched as he untied her bathrobe and removed it. He pushed her under the covers; she didn�t
protest once. She�d never been so tired. Still, she had just enough energy to sayDid Did you call me by another woman�s name that last time?�

�What the hell are
you talking about?� he laughed, crawling over her. She saw through bleary eyes that he had taken
off the nightshirt, and she was glad for it.

�You called
me�Carmen or something,� she murmured.

�I called you �cara mia�,� he said softly. �It means, �my beloved�.�

�Oh,� she yawned,
snuggling closer to him. �I�like that.�

�Sleep now,� he
said, and as if he had commanded it, she dropped like a stone into
unconsciousness.

She woke with a
cry after only a few hours. She�d been
having a nightmare, that much she knew, but she was
still groggy and off-balance from the potion, and she couldn�t remember the
details. Something about spiders �
they�d been closing in on her when she woke up.
She didn�t try to remember any m spi spiders terrified her under the
best of circumstances. Snape pulled her
back down to him. �Just a dream,
Dianthus,� he muttered sleepily, throwing a leg over her.

But now that she
was awake, she didn�t want to go back to sleep.
She struggled out from under him and rolled off the bed. Snape leaned up on his elbows and looked
exasperatedly at her. �Come back to
bed,� he said, in a voice still hoarse from sleep. �It�s not even light out.�

�I�m ready to get
up,� she replied, over a yawn.

�You�re not,� he
groaned. �But you are extremely
stubborn.� He threw back the blankets
and swung his legs over the side of the bed.

�I don�t care if
you sleep some more,� she lied, pulling her bathrobe closed.

�I don�t want to
sleep some more,� he said quietly, �if you�re not in
the bed with me. I�ll make us
breakfast. You take a shower. You�ll feel better after you do.�

�Shower
� by myself?� Her face fell. �I thought we would make breakfast together.�

But he bullied her
into the shower alone, only to return a minute later and step into the stall
with her. �You can�t resist my charms,�
she said gleefully.

�You flatter
yourself,� he snapped. �I�m worried
about the aftereffects of the potion.
You didn�t sleep enough. You
might slip and fall.� But she noticed
that he took his time soaping up her body.

�Maybe we should
go back to bed,� she said thoughtfully.
�Your little mate is awake.� She
stroked his erection fondly. �My little mate is awake.�

�I�ve created a
monster,� he snickered, turning away from her so that she could scrub his
back. �You cannot fuck me until after
breakfast, and that�s final. Copious
amounts of honey are not sufficient to satisfy me, even when I�m licking it off
your body. You ate most of the peach,
and we never got around to having any dinner.�

�You�re always
hungry,� she grumbled. She yanked his
hair and he bent a little lower; she applied shampoo lavishly to his head.

�Fucking you so
frequently and so strenuously depletes my energy at an astonishing rate,� he
shot back, as she vigorously rubbed shampoo over his head. He straightened to rinse his hair under the
stream of water. �God damn it, Dianthus,
my hair is full of knots now.�

�Here,� she said,
handing him a bottle of conditioner.

�That makes my
head itch,� he groused. �Let�s get out,
and I�ll use my wand.�

�And then
breakfast,� she said. She was starving
suddenly.

It turned out that
her only contribution to their breakfast effort was making tea. He assigned her the task of cooking the eggs,
but somehow, even with her standing over them with her wand raised, they turned
into a congealed and lumpy mess, with burnt bits sticking up at odd
angles. She prodded at the horror in the
pan, hoping to improve it with a little magic, but he sniffed suspiciously from
behind her and peeked over her shoulder. He vanished the eggs
with an irritated sigh after one glance, and pointed one long finger toward the
dining room.

She slunk into a
chair and then spent an enjoyable half-hour watching him dart about the
kitchen, flicking his wand this way and that, setting potatoes to peel and chop
themselves, mincing herbs, monitoring sausages. He did a much better job with the eggs as
well. They followed his silent
directions instantly, and flipped themselves gracefully in the pan. She decided that he should always do the
cooking, just so she could watch him move.

�This is quite
good,� she said, through a mouthful of eggs and potatoes.

�Is that all you�ve been
using?�

Snape taught her
at least a dozen spells she�d never even heard of, much less used, and he
forced her to repeat them time after time, until he was sure she wouldn�t
forget them. She was astounded at the
number of protective spells he knew, and even more astounded that he would want
her to use all of them every night. It
took hours; her flat was locked down like a Gringott�s
vault before he let her rest. She didn�t
know if she�d be able to get in, even.

�Are you expecting
an attack?� she said quizzically.
�That�s an awful lot of proten.�
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