Dating Habits of Wizarding College Students | By : icewomin Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1038 -:- 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. |
I own no portion of the Harry
Potter world, including Severus Snape.
All characters and characterizations from the world are propertyJK
JK
Rowling. Dianthus Brandywine
and other original characters are solely of my imagination, however.
I welcome comments and reviews,
including harsh criticisms and flames. I
may delete them after a time, to reduce my personal embarrent,ent, but rest
assured that I will read them and take any appropriate statements to heart.
I cannot emphasize enough that you
must read Dianthus Stories in order
for this tale to make any sense at all.
In fact, you’ll note that this is actually part III – parts I and II are
both contained in Dianthus Stories,
so go read that one first.
Also, smut begins in Chapter Seven,
if that’s what you’re looking for.
That’s perfectly fine. But I say
again you may be a bit confused when you get there if you don’t slog through
the chapters leading up to it.
ter ter Five –
Coffee
Dianthus woke the
next morning to find Melanie passed out on her bed, along with two girls
Dianthus was sure she’d met but whose names she couldn’t remember, and to her
utter horror, Jeremy, who was curled up at the foot of the bed. Dianthus was still wearing the robes she’d
had on the night before. She had a
splitting headache and her mouth felt like someone had stuffed it with filthy
cotton. She was glad she’d thought to
close the curtains, but even the sunlight peeking through the cracks hurt her
eyes. Her feet ached from dancing too
much with too many people. She felt like
she’d died sometime in the night, and she was beginning to wish she had.
In fact, Dianthus
thought she might not have woken until the afternoon, if not for the owl
sitting on her head pecking her relentlessly.
She grabbed the parchment from its beak and it flew grumpily out of the
open window. Dianthus leaned over
Melanie to look at the time. It was 6:45 in the morning. She’d been in bed just over three hours.
She groaned and
focused her unwilling eyes on the parchment in her hand. Snape.
She put his letter on the nightstand and rolled back over. She could read it after she woke up properly,
several hours from now.
She’d just gotten
back to sleep when another owl landed on her head. Cursing, she snatched the parchment from its
beakd itd it took off as quickly as its fellow had. She looked at the letter. Snape.
What was he on about, sending her two owls so early in the morning? She threw it next to his first one and rolled
over again – but when the third owl landed, she sat up, completely livid. The owl looked dispassionately at her as she
uttered a string of swear words, and it flew out the window same as the other
ones when she took the parchment from it.
And then her bladder kicked in, reminding her that she’d had quite a lot
of wine earlier.
Throwing the third
parchment onto her nightstand, she pulled herself unsteadily to her feet and
dragged herself into the bathroom, where a long pee and a quick shower at least
made her feel like she was alive, however unwillingly.
Coffee sounded like an excellent idea.
“Mel,” she
grunted, shaking Melanie by the shoulder.
“Mel! Come help me get some
coffee together.” Melanie turned over
and buried herself in the blankets.
“Thanks, mate,” Dianthus snarled.
She picked up
Snape’s letters and meandered out of the bedroom. The living room looked like a small bomb had
gone off: there were cups and glasses
and plates in varying states of emptiness on every available surface, several
candles had gotten knocked over on the mantle, and wax had dripped
everywhere. The bar was littered with
shot glasses, empty bottles, and even more plates. Jon was sound asleep and ed oed over the
couch, his arm wrapped around Martine, whose lipstick was smeared from what
must have been a heavy make out session.
The dining room
table was no better – most of the food was gone, but what was left had turned
into a disgusting mess of congealed dips, soggy crisps, and wilted
vegetables. The chicken curry had
attracted a couple of curious flies.
Dianthus felt queasy just glancing at it. “Evanesco,” she panted, yanking her wand out
of her pocket.
Coffee finally in
hand, Dianthus sat at the kitchen taand and opened Snape’s first letter. It consisted entirely of two words:
Good morning.
Dianthus stared at
it for a moment, then put the letter on the table and warily picked up the
next. It was a little longer:
Not up yet? Let’s see if this does the trick.
She bit her lip,
not sure if she wanted to open the third parchment. She compromised by taking a large gulp of
scalding coffee from her mug before picking the final letter up. It was longer, but no less gleefully smug.
Even
if this onesn’esn’t get you out of that bed, I’m sure your tiny and insistent
bladder will finish the job for me.
I
am so pleased to be able to return the favor you have so often bestowed upon
me, the gift of an owl flying in your open window at the crack of dawn, landing
delicately on your head, to gently awaken you after a restful night’s sleep.
How
was your little get together? Did you sit
in front of the fire, drinking tea and eating biscuits, as you led me to
believe would happen with your casual description of the coming event?
Or
did you, as I strongly suspect, have fifty people over, drink too much wine and
pass out fully clothed, with several of your friends in the bed with you? Is your flat completely demolished? Did you chance another encounter with fire
whiskey? Do you have a ferocious
hangover? Should I send you a potion,
cara mia, to help you deal with the pain?
I
cannot wait to hear the details, or least those details you can remember. I only hope that in the future you will trust
me enough to share the planning of such festivities with me.
Have
a lovely and productive morning.
Dianthus stared in
disbelief at the letter for a few seconds, and then she folded it back up and
put it in her pocket with a smile. He
was an arrogant motherfucker, but he was hurt that she hadn’t shared this with
him, as she shared everything else with him.
Well, almost everything.
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