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Slanaighear Ofrail An Seangharra	By : pittwitch Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 5226 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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~* Once More Into the Fray *~

The odd trio stomped out of the woods and back towards the stone cottage. Orra propped her shovel against the house and held the door open for her guests. She went straight to her sink, pouring a large glass of water for herself, and downing it quickly. She proceeded to offer drinks to Bill and Kellyn. She started to speak, only to be interrupted by the phone ringing insistently. Orra rolled her eyes, setting her glass in the sink and bustling off to find the phone. Kellyn faced off with Bill with a ferocity he never expected.

"You will take care of my friend. She is going to need to be close to the friend of Albus, to touch him, to ground herself. Understand?" She poked her finger in his chest quite harshly for emphasis.

"Sure, I think." Bill was obviously confused still, yet raising his hands in surrender. "What happened with Snape?"

"You"ll have to ask him," Kellyn answered defiantly. "It"s all his business."

"Bill?" Orra called out as she turned the corner into the kitchen.

"Yes?"

"You all right for a few?" Orra peered at Kellyn, conveying her thoughts without words.

"All right?" Bill asked, still confused and a bit overwhelmed by Kellyn"s attack.

"She wants to make sure you and I won"t tear the house or each other apart," Kellyn sniped.

"While I take a quick shower," Orra interrupted.

"I won"t hurt him, Ors." Kellyn rolled her eyes, huffing at her long-time friend. "Yet," she thought to her self, smiling reassuringly at the concerned woman. "Go on, clean up."

"Alright," Orra acquiesced dubiously. "That was Aideen ringing in. She wanted to remind you that you promised to help out at the Inn tonight."

"Ahhhh hell," Kellyn swore in agitation, rolling her eyes. "I was hoping she"d forget about that."

"No such luck, "Lyn." Orra chuckled, leaving the pair behind her. "I"ll just be a few," she hollered back over her shoulder.

Kellyn and Bill made their way to the more comfortable sofa, sitting in awkward silence while the sound of running water echoed in the stone-walled cottage.

"Wizard then?" Kellyn broke first. "Is that a good paying job?"

"Yes, well, we don"t get paid for being wizards. I"m a curse-breaker actually." Bill answered, pondering what to ask the strange woman. "What is it that you do?"

Kellyn chuckled, then grinned at the discomfited redhead with a hint of malicious glee glittering in her blue eyes. "I"m a coroner."

"Coroner?" Bill stared at her in disbelief. "Really? You cut up dead people?"

"I perform autopsies, thank you." Kellyn sniffed in fake indignation while studiously examining her close-cropped fingernails.

"Okay," Bill added with a placating tone, "Autopsies, then."

"Yes, but, I"m curious about your brothers." Kellyn turned to face him, tucking one foot underneath her and leaning closer to the man.

"Well, I"m the oldest," began Bill. "Then comes Charlie."

"Oh, and how old is Charlie, and is he built like you?" Kellyn leaned in closer, her interest clearly caught. Bill chuckled a bit nervously but settled more comfortably against the cushions to wait for other puzzling woman to finish showering.

Orra turned off the water and stepped out into the bathroom. In her haste, she had forgotten to close the door to the bath and apparently the bedroom. She heard Kellyn screech, "DRAGONS! Real dragons!" Chuckling to herself, Orra toweled her hair then her body quickly, still leaving herself quite damp. She hurried to her wardrobe, snatched a lightweight summery dress with a long flowing skirt, and tugged it over her hair. Rummaging through a drawer full of socks, she found a plain Jane pair of white granny-knickers and shimmied into them, all while keeping one ear on the conversation between Kellyn and Bill.

Bustling through the door to her desk, she hurriedly shoved a stack of student papers into a haphazard pile while asking, "What"s this about dragons, "Lyn?"

"Bill here says his brother, Charlie, is a dragon tamer." Kellyn was laughing, disbelief still clearly showing on her face.

"Get the feck out! Dragons ? Really?" Orra evidenced similar disbelief.

"Dragons, really." Bill asserted once more, a grin gracing his scarred face.

"Deadly!" Kellyn and Orra breathed in stereo, then laughed at their similar thoughts again.

"Okay, "Lyn. I don"t know when I"ll be back. Cover for me, eh?" Orra asked of her old friend as she shifted the pile of papers in her arms to pick up a few of her favorite red pens.

"Of course, Ors," she assured her, "But not too long. I"ll not be able to keep Aideen from tearing the world apart to find you," she warned laughingly.

"I"ll be sure to check in tomorrow night at the latest," Orra reassured Kellyn, and stooped to kiss her cheek. "Try to keep her busy tonight."

"Oh, I can think of something, I"m sure." Kellyn stood up and made room for the pair to re-enter the flue. Orra dipped her free hand into the powder; cast a near-baleful look at her friend, clearly not wanting to leave her behind again.

"Go, Ors. Check on Dumbledore"s man, take care of business and come home," Kellyn ordered as she pointed at the fireplace. Orra hesitated, wavering and unsure, looking between her friend and the fireplace. Kellyn rushed forward to embrace her, whispering, "Orra, f"gann t"!" Leave.

"Okay," Orra smiled ruefully, then, turned and cast the powder into her grate once more. "Albus Dumbledore!" she called out, and the green flames rose up to consume both her and Bill. Kellyn watched as they spun out of her sight, farther beyond her protection than she could even dream.

"Damn" air! damn spat Kellyn, stepping away from the evil-looking green flames that had consumed her friend, worry and concern clearly etching deep lines in the pale skin of her forehead. "Wherever you go, cara, friend" she swore softly as she made the sign of the cross and stepped away from the now empty grate. Her blue eyes blazed with conviction.

Orra stumbled a little as Floo spit her out in the Headmaster"s office again. Bill quickly caught her elbow to steady her. He grabbed a handful of Floo Powder, re-cast into that grate, and stepped in pulling Orra along with him to get back to Severus" private quarters as quickly as possible.

Orra seemed to have mastered her Floo dismount this trip because she rushed right past Bill"s proffered hand to scurry down the hallway to find her charge. A startled Professor McGonagall leapt to her feet to follow worriedly after the blonde-haired woman.

"Stop! Miss "" Orra was faster than the older woman as her own purpose drove her through the dungeon hallway, seeming to know exactly where her charge was resting.

"Severus?" Orra called out fearfully, pushing his bedchamber door open to peer into the quiet room. Bill stopped Minerva from following the stranger into the room with his hand on her arm and a quick little nod in the direction of Snape"s sitting room.

"Severus?" Orra spoke again, more softly this time, settling on the bed to brush his hair from his eyes. The sleeping man shifted slightly on the plumped up pillows but did not awaken. Orra picked up his hand, ever so gently, and then laid it on her lap, stroking his cool skin with her fingers.

Minerva fought Bill"s insistent tugging to watch and make sure no harm was going to come to the young wizard who had only recently returned to her. With her lips set in a thin, grim line, she glared at the perceived presumptions of the woman who had waltzed into her domain and taken over.

"How dare her!" the older woman hissed softly.

"Professor, she has to touch him," Bill whispered. "Part of her thing."

McGonagall wheeled on him, a challenge in her eyes. "How do you know that?"

"Her friend filled me in on some details; like that she"ll need physical contact with him to recharge so to speak, to reassure herself that he is healed."

"She means him no harm?" Minerva asked with a tremor in her voice.

"Didn"t Dumbledore tell you?" Bill countered incredulously.

"Dodgy old codger is still pretending to be asleep," the older witch groused with her thin lips set in a harsh line.

"Barmy old git," swore Bill, "seems they"ve met before. Dumbledore made some sort of plan for Snape to get to Miss Orra there in an emergency since she"s some kind of healer."

"Healer?" Minerva backed out of the doorframe now so that she could speak more freely. She still couldn"t believe that she was watching another woman smooth Severus" brow. The tormented wizard roused her motherly instincts from the moment he first returned from one of Voldemort"s revels in a tattered and battered state. She considered him a son, and as such, was having difficulty relinquishing his care to another woman, especially a young, beautiful woman whose very face radiated care and concern as she stroked his cheek gently, a small tear glistening in the corner of her eye.

"Yeah, she said she"s learned some magic from her mother, more wiccan-muggle magic than ours. But, hell, Professor, it seems to have worked!" Bill concluded.

"Apparently." The older witch sniffed, her own emotions rising.

"Her friend said she would be exhausted soon and would need to sleep, preferably with him so that she can touch him."

"Oh," Minerva paused, dabbing at her eyes with her fingers, "I suppose that makes sense. Severus isn"t going to like that though."

"What? Won"t like waking up to a beautiful woman in his bed? Really, Professor. I don"t think he"ll mind all that much. We probably should just leave them sleep," Bill offered, guiding his former Professor towards the outer door of Snape"s chambers.

"Who is she, Bill?"

"I really don"t know much more, Professor."

Orra heard them leave and breathed a deep sigh of relief. She peeled back the light blanket and soft sheet to reveal his bare torso. Laying her head on his chest, she breathed deeply, relaxing as she heard the strong heartbeat of the man who lay resting so peacefully now. Sitting up, she touched the still red scars on his neck, feathering her fingers over the punctures, feeling for any warmth. Satisfied, she turned her attention to his arm then, turning his hand over in her lap so she could trace the now dingy gray tattoo on his forearm. Snape never stirred again, and smiling, Orra snuggled in closer to his body, laying her ear over his heart. The steady rhythm quickly lulled her to sleep.

Orra shifted sinuously on her warm mattress. She smiled as she burrowed her cheek into the hard but yielding planes of her man"s abdomen. Her every sense was heightened. She could smell Liam"s sandalwood soap. She felt the gentle warmth of the sunlight as it filtered through the leaded windowpanes of their cottage. Adjusting her legs, she rubbed her smooth skin against his hair-roughened leg and ran her hand from his knee to his groin, sighing softly as she changed position once more to cup his balls comfortably in her hand while pressing a gentle kiss to his now rock-hard shaft.

Severus was startled to full wakefulness when his pleasant dreams of being lovingly caressed were interrupted by the all-too real sensation of lips on his cock through his sleep-pants. He jumped slightly, waking his human blanket, who roused to find herself nose to morning erection, with her hand in a place she had only ever touched on her husband.

"Ah, jaysus, Snape." Orra jumped out of bed, her face flushing absolutely bright red. "I am sorry." She turned tail and fled into his bath, slamming the door behind her. Severus Snape was left to process the information that once again he had awakened in bed with a beautiful woman, this time with a beautiful woman who had been obviously adoring his manhood in her sleep.

"Damn!" he cursed at the injustice of early awakenings, unfulfilled dreams, and a serious case of blue-balls.

Uncomfortable and still very stiff, he eased out of bed to the bath, his sharp ears heard her crying. He cocked a curious eye at the door, remembering Albus" written words to him, "She has endured much in her lifetime."

He pushed himself off the door, to turn back to his bed and allow the woman some time when he heard her speaking to herself quite sharply.

"Pull yourself together, Orra O"Shea. You cannot hide in the man"s loo forever."

Snape chuckled at her self-recriminating tone. He listened as the water ran, and she apparently was splashing her face. He waited longer, hoping she would exit soon and he could take his own problems in hand. However, the door didn"t open. Finally, he rapped on the door, "Orra, are you all right?" His voice startled him, still a bit raspy and harsh, not at all sounding like his normal smooth baritone. When she didn"t answer, he called out again, "Miss O"Shea, I assure you that you have nothing to be embarrassed about "" He swallowed hard, rolling his eyes in exasperation, tamping down the natural urge to attack the embarrassed woman, "simply a natural reaction on both our sides." The more he talked, the smoother his voice became, until finally his familiar purr returned. "Orra, please, I need to use the loo," he cajoled, trying not to whine as his need grew more pressing.

The door cracked open. Orra peeked around the edge, holding the door as if to protect herself.

"I really am sorry to have accosted you, Severus."

"No harm, no foul. Now please?" He motioned toward the interior of the loo with a strained expression pulling his brows together with furrows appearing on his forehead.

"Oh, my, yes, again, I"m sorry." Orra scurried out of the loo, trying not to brush against the shirtless man.

"You are quite forgiven," he answered as he slipped inside the bath. Orra tried, but didn"t succeed in not staring at his sinewy muscled bare back.

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