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Un Désire Dangereux COMPLETE	By : FemmeBono Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 3852 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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VII. Les enfants grandent trop vite
After supper the last day of summer holidays, at Dumbledore's request, Severus followed
him back upstairs to the office beyond
the great gargoyle, knowing he was about to discuss more than the impending
arrival of students. Hoping the headmaster wasn't going to be too invasive as he
seated himself, Severus found comfort in the fact that in addition to never
having been hit on by the old wizard, he also did not tend to pry into the most
sensitive subjects often. Still, the man's curiosity piqued to the point of a
fault at times. Unfortunately, this was one of them.
"Well, Severus," he began almost as soon as they sat down. "I
must confess I am intrigued that you neglected to mention the curse's cure.
Surely Ms. Dulac, as the victim, deserved to know everything it entails?"
"If you'll forgive me, Headmaster, I hardly saw the point. Who shall she
fall in love with here? Me? Malfoy, perhaps?" he questioned sardonically,
his face darkening at the thought. "That's the damnable thing about this
curse, in case you have forgotten."
Dumbledore nodded his acquiescence. "You are quite certain Malfoy has
been branded with the Mark?"
"Yes."
"Does he know of her sensitive condition?"
"Of that I am not sure, however, seeing as Bella is his aunt, she may
prefer to live vicariously through her nephew." Unable to tolerate the
direction of their discussion sitting down, Severus rose and started pacing the
room. "She may even consider it a gift for him--a first foray into manhood,
or something equally depraved. She's the likely type."
"In which case, you must endeavor to shield Ms. Dulac from his
dalliances. The boy is both too young and at once all too willing to exploit any
power he may have."
"What should I do?" he said derisively, "shackle myself to her
in the event that she passes him by in the hall? He's a teenage boy, as such
bound to be randy, and she is patrolling the very halls he walks down."
"You sound as though you find this particularly taxing. You know very
well that the ramifications of the curse do not require insistent hovering, but
merely that she have a much more preferable outlet for her attentions, to put it
discreetly." Severus' lip curled at the thought of being an
"outlet" for anything. "Am I to take it, Severus, that you do not
find her attractive? She's a lovely woman. Well-spoken, intelligent, a highly
skilled Auror. Certainly she must have some redeeming value. It should not be
such a chore, surely?" He tipped his gaze over the top of his glasses and
smiled serenely.
Severus scowled for a moment, feeling all too hemmed in by the potency of the
stare. "Certainly there are no ascertainable physical flaws about her
person. She has quite a mouth on her though. Almost insufferable at
times."
"Indeed?" Clearly taking it as a double entendre, Dumbledore simply
smiled. "Passionate and proud, she is. And if you'll forgive me, quite an
equal match for you, if I may be so inclined to indulge in an old man's
matchmaking fancy."
"Load of tosh," said Severus disdainfully. "That's the point
of it being a curse, that she has no choice. What are you expecting of this? Tea
and crumpets at Madame Puddifoot's? Walks on the lake? Stolen kisses? Orange
blossoms?" He spun on the spot, as if wishing to apparate, fury etched
in his face at the old man's audacity.
"Those certainly couldn't hurt by any means--" Dumbledore began.
"Blast it! You do actually expect me to court this woman?" he
interrupted.
"She does deserve any amount of recompense for having this foisted upon
her, and I do not mean that as a slight to you, Severus. As I mentioned, I
believe you both to be more than a match for each other in myriad ways, but the
fact remains that her power of choice was completely eliminated. However, you
must do what you believe is best."
"How would I even begin?" he wondered aloud.
"You're a resourceful man, Severus," Dumbledore chuckled. "I
have faith in you. But give it some time and some thought. It will be a long
year, what with Malfoy running rampant and likely any time to attempt to kill
me. For now, I must bid you good evening. She and Tonks both will be here soon
with their nightly reports."
Hearing this, Severus spun on his heel, clearly intent to be gone by the time
the two women arrived.
"Oh and Severus," Dumbledore called, as the younger wizard turned
in the doorway, "do not think so meanly of yourself. I have it on good
authority that she could very well fall for you quite easily my good man."
"On who's authority, sir?" he questioned suspiciously.
"Hers." The old man's eyes twinkled merrily as Severus turned,
saying nothing, and stalked down the stairs, utterly disbelieving.
***
Vivienne, meanwhile, received a nasty blow to her peace of mind the evening
of the Sorting Ceremony. She stood, posting in the entrance hall, as the
students came streaming out of the double doors on their way to the dormitories
when her arm started to twinge. Knowing what the sensation meant, Vivienne
looked to the doors expecting to see Severus come through them, only to give way
to confusion when she could not spot him anywhere. Surely not, she thought, just
as it began to smart painfully. Flexing her hand, and peering closely the faces
of the children going by, she met the eyes of one with raised eyebrows and a
creeping leer spreading across his pale face. Ce n'est pas possible! she
argued. Yet as he drew close enough for only she to hear, he tipped her a
lascivious wink and said, "hello, ginger!" whilst two lumpy boys
beside him sniggered obnoxiously. Garnering no apparent shock from her, he
turned his head and kept walking, only to yelp like a struck dog as her wand
suddenly emitted sparks straight to his rear end. A couple of kids who had
nearly missed the sparks looked at her quizzically. Vivienne simply smiled.
"Must be time for a new one," she said, shrugging her shoulders and
shaking the wand as if to make it function properly.
Glancing over to the
blonde boy who had stopped with his friends, she simply raised an eyebrow and
smirked. "Sorry," she said, completely devoid of any remorse.
Muttering to each other, she only caught the words, "my father" before
she saw them heading down the dungeon steps. As he did this, and she realized
who his head of house was, she simmered even more at the thought that she had
not been apprised of this situation. Vowing to get even for this little thorny problem,
she stormed through the castle as the great hall emptied, intent on getting
through her last rounds of the evening so that she could give Professeur
Snape a piece of her mind.
She came upon him doing his own nightly rounds and bore down on him with a
vengeance, her cloak flapping behind her. Catching him up as he stopped,
watching her warily, she smacked him round the arm and hissed out a breath.
"How dare you not tell me of another Death Eater on these grounds!"
she said waspishly. "Of all the idiotic things to neglect to divulge. And
I, an Auror! What are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking if you hit me again I shall blast you out to the
grounds," he said archly as she continued to sputter in a French-English
blend of swearing and accusations. "I did not bother telling you about
Malfoy--if you'll keep your voice down--because you have now in your possession
a fail-proof method for detecting any Death Eaters you come across."
Cupping a hand under the irate witch's elbow, he steered her, still steaming,
into an empty classroom and cast a silencing charm over the door.
"You know I deserve more warning than this," she yelled, yanking up
her sleeve to bare the burning mark. "That--that boy! That whelp,
damn him, was taunting me in front of the whole blasted school! How dare you
allow him the latitude to even think such a thing. And he, one of your own
students!"
"I was unaware that he knew of your...predicament. I shall be having a
word with him about his behavior, as well as his father."
"Yes, his father! He was already blathering on about telling his father
on me--"
"Why? What did you do?" he asked, feeling a distinct sense of
foreboding. Taking it upon himself, he peered into her eyes in an attempt to see
exactly what had transpired, only to feel his mind forced back from hers in an
almost palpable slap.
"Don't even think about it!" she snapped. "You have absolutely
no right to attempt Legilimency on me! I could have you thrown into Azkaban for
even daring to try." With a toss of her head she turned to pass him out the
door, only to have him seize her arm once again and yank her back in front of
him.
"I merely wanted to see what had happened that I should be prepared to
answer for when his mother comes calling, as she may well do, seeing as his father is now in Azkaban after the Ministry fiasco," Severus
said, scarcely controlling the urge to roll his eyes. "As you seem to be
too...distraught to give any answers, more so shrieking recriminations, I
endeavored to see for myself. I must confess I am impressed with your Occlumency
skills, however."
"Of course I have nothing but the finest skill in Occlumency. It is of
utmost importance for us to protect state secrets, as you well know. You were as
likely testing me as you were trying to get information. And it failed
miserably. As to your randy pup, he leered, catcalled, and got his pants singed
for his troubles--in front of his chubby little friends no less. And serves him
right for being such a presumptuous little prick!"
She found herself shaking with rage and embarrassment as the very memory
burned, viciously determined not to let the latter show. Wrenching herself loose
at last, she stormed from the room leaving Severus winded, infuriated, and more
than a little stirred at this tempestuous little chit who seemed to know exactly
which of his buttons to push.
les enfants grandent trop vite = children grow up too quickly

Ce n'est pas possible! = that's not possible!
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