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Dating Habits of Wizarding College Students	By : icewomin Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1048 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I own no portion of the Harry
Potter world, including Severus Snape.
All characters and characterizations from the world are property of 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 embarrassment, 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.

This chapter contains sexual references,
sexual activity, and sexual language.

*****

Chapter Eight �
Early to Bed, Early to Rise

Snape sneered at
her. �After all of the effort you�ve put
in? Your vile language when I offered to bring something we�ll likely be
missing in two hours?�

�Severus,� she
whined. �You�re much better than I am.�

�At many things,�
he said evenly. �But the fact remains
that you need practice more than I do.�
He leaned against the dining room table and crossed his arms. �This time, I�ll watch you. And hurry up, I am positively starving.�

�You�re not even
going to help me?� she squeaked.

He stood from the
edge of the table. �You�re right. I�ll be right back.� He returned a moment later with both of their
wands in his hand. �Here,� he said,
tossing hers to her. �I�ll keep mine at
the ready, for the fire you will undoubtedly start.� He sat in a chair and held his wand in a
defensive position.

Dianthus glared at
him. '> �You pompous fuck.� Snape raised his eyebrows and flashed a
malicious smile, but at least he lowered his wand. She turned back to the refrigerator,
muttering a string of swear words that even Aster would have been proud of.

�You�ll eat those
words before you eat this chicken,� she assured him viciously. �I was going to make this tomorrow.� She threw the chicken on the counter and
opened her recipe book to the only one she could usually count on to come out
half-decent. She�d been making it at
least twice a week since she discovered it, and each time it improved
slightly. It was quick and, most of the
time, edible. Even Iris liked it.

Snape said nothing
the entire time she cooked. Of course,
she was cursing him steadily, so perhaps he didn�t see an opening. He watched suspiciously as she cleaned and
cut the chicken, set knives to chopping herbs (not nearly as efficiently as his
had, but passably, she thought), assigned still more knives to cleaning and
cutting vegetables. She had even worked
out how to make the sauce without burning it all to hell. Thirty minutes later she slammed a plate in
front of him.

�This looks
cioucious,� he said, without a trace of apology for his snarky comments.

�It is,� snarled
Dianthus. The chicken was perfectly
seasoned, the vegetables tender but crisp.
It was just like the book said it should be. Dianthus was a little amazed, though she
would never admit it. Just the last time
she�d made it, the vegetables had come out rather limp, and the sauce a little
grainy, and she hadn�t been able to figure out why.

�Tell me what else
you�ve made,� he said, digging into his plate with gusto.

�Didn�t you have
dinner?� she asked. His food was
disappearing far more quickly than hers was, although she was making a valiant
effort to keep up with him.

�Of course I had
dinner,� he snorted. �I�m only eating so
you don�t have to eat alone. Tell me
what else you�ve made. Have you made
eggs?� He took another huge bite.

�You said you were
starving earlier.�

�I wanted to make
sure you ate some real food. You�ve loweigweight since I was here last, and I don�t like it. Tell me what else you�ve made.�

�I don�t see how
you can be hungry again,� she said.

�Tell me what else
you�ve made.� He bit gleefully into a
carrot.

�Things,� she said
vaguely. Only if not much counted as things.

�Have you made
eggs?�

�Severus, what is
your obsession with this? Isn�t it
enough that I can cook this, tonight?�

�Maybe you should
try baking,� he said. �You�re cooking
breakfast, by the way.� He pointed his
loaded fork at her before shoving it into his mouth.

�What?� she
shouted.

�I made us dinner
both nights, and I cooked breakfast
on Sunday,� he pointed out.

�Cheese and
crackers? Fruit? That�s dinner?�

They spent the
remainder of the meal arguing over it.
�We�ll fix breakfast together, then.
And I�ll make dinner tomorrow night,� Snape finally sighed. �What shall we have?�

Dianthus
hesitated. �Well, I�� Snape waited with a far too patient look on
his face. �I was going to cook this
tomorrow, I told you,� she said defensively.
�I didn�t really think we�d be cooking tonight. You
already had dinner!�

�You were
respole fle for getting us enough food!�

�There is plenty
of food,� she bit out. �Just nothing
that requires cooking. Scones, biscuits,
yogurt, things like that. I know, let�s
have a nice rounded meal of cheese and crackers,� she finished, with the most
scathing look she could come up with.

Snape stalked to
the refrigerator and peered in. Then he
rummaged through every cupboard. �Well,
there�s chicken left,� he finally said, though he didn�t look happy about it.

�It is quite good
the next day,� Dianthus said anxiously.

�I�ll make do,� he
griped. He walked back to the table and
picked up his wand. �Let�s clean up and
then we�ll have a shower.�

Dianthus
brightened. �And then you�ll show me?�

He turned and cast
a long glance down her body. �And then
I�ll show you,� he promised.

Dianthus decided
afterward that she liked what he showed her, very much. �Do you think it�ll work with me under you?�
she asked breathlessly, when they had finished.

�I don�t know,�
Snape said doubtfully. �I�d really have
to bend, since you�re so short.�

�I�m not short!�
she protested loudly.

�Since you are not
as tall as I am,� Snape corrected promptly, with an amused smilp>
p>

�I need to brush
my teeth,� she grimaced.

�I�m surprised you
even wanted to do that,� he said.

�Probably not
again,� she said truthfully. Then she
shrugged. �But it was okay that one
time. Um, what would you call that?� She hoped she only sounded curiously
interested. In fact, she was trying to
figure out what she would tell Melanie in her next letter.

�Mutual oral
gratification,� he told her knowledgably.

�It�s a lot more
fun than that makes it sound,� she frowned.

�Also known as
sixty nine,� he said.

�Sixty nine? Is that the number of the position? What are the numbers of the other positions
we�ve been doing?�

Snape looked like
he might like to burst out laughing, but he controlled himself and retrieved
his wand from under his pillow. �Behold
my powers of edification,� he said, as he drew the number six and then the
number nine in dark green flames in the air above them. He flicked his wand and the flaming numbers
turned on their side, one on top of the other, and began wriggling and bumping
against each other.

Dianthus
gasped. �That is so tactless!� she
hissed. But it was spellbinding to
watch, too, and she couldn�t tear her eyes away from the undulating, swelling
numbers.

�But quite
descriptive, wouldn�t you agree?� Now he
was laughing. They both watched for a moment, and then one
of the numbers began squirming faster.
�That one appears to be having an extremely good time,� Snape said
evenly.

�Kill it!� she
hissed. Then she said, �Which one is the
female? The six or the nine?�

�Whichever one is
louder,� Snape said immediately, and then he rolled quickly out of her way
before she could kick him.

They both brushed
their teeth (Snape conjured himself a toothbrush to use, but refused her offer
that he keep one permanently in her bathroom) and Dianthus curled next to him
again.

�I�m exhausted,�
she yawned.

�I�m surprised you
would admit it,� he said.

�Mmm�I�ll ignore
that. What�s next on the agenda?�

�Sleep,� he
groaned.

�I mean
tomorrow.� She could hardly keep her
eyes open. The excitement of the day was
catching up with her.

�You�ll see,� he
said noncommittally.

�Oh!� She sat up.
�I almost forgot.� She slid her
wand from under her pillow. �Scourgify,�
she called, pointing it at the silky heap next to the bed>
>

�Good thinking,�
mumbled Snape. �I�ll be wanting those
tomorrow.� He yawned loudly and said, �I
may want to take the knickers with me when I go. We�ll do an exchange.�

�Did you get to
use the others in class?� she said sleepily.

�No, but I think
those cream colored ones will work much better than the black ones. Now kindly shut up and let me go to sleep,
please.�

It seemed she had
only just closed her eyes when Snape began shaking her roughly awake. �What the fuck?� she led.led. She looked at the clock. �It�s only eight
o�clock, Severus. Come back
to bed.� She lay her head back down on the
pillow.

�Get up,� he
hissed, yanking her hair. �I�ve been
trying to wake you for ten minutes!� He
threw the blankets off her, but she curled up in a fetal position around her
pillow. �Next comes cold water,� he said
warningly, and with a put-upon sigh, she rolled off the bed.

�What the bloody
hell is going on?� she asked in irritation.
�Last time you slept until almost ten.�

�Breakfast time,�
he said simply.

Dianthus groaned
and said, �Is there tea before we start?�

Turned out, there was tea.
And eggs, and toast. Snape had
gone to the shops and gotten bacon. It
smelled fantastic, and tasted even better.

�Does this mean I
have to cook dinner?� Dianthus asked hesitantly, reaching for the last piece of
toast.

�No,� he said,
rolling his eyes. �That�s mine, by the
way.�

She took it
anyway. �What time did you get up?�

�Early,� he
replied, reaching over to tear the toast in half. �Your little mate woke me up. He seems to like you a lot. I had to stop myself from taking you in your
sleep.�

�Oh, but why
didn�t you?� she said, excited at the thought.

�I prefer my women
conscious,� he snarled. �I went into the
bathroom and masturbated.�

�I would have been
conscious soon enough,� she protested.
�Next time, wake me up. I won�t
mind. Where are you in your recovery
period?�

�Ready for a
shower,� he said roguishly. �Let�s clean
up later.� He rose from the table,
making just where he was in his recovery period very clear.

�I adore the
shower,� Dianthus breathed.

�I do as well,� he
said, pushing her along before him.
�This time, however, you will be expending the energy to levitate
yourself.�

�Can we both
levitate?�

�Not in the
shower,� he said firmly. �One of us has
to have our feet on the ground. It�s too
confined.�

�But some other time,�
she said, picking up her wand and pointing it at herself. She was grinning like a fool. So much for not getting too excited.

�We are. We�ll go out and have some fun in Muggle
London, and come back here to watch the dawn from the comfort of our bed.�
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