The second day in a row waking up in his bed and I was so happy to have his complete attention for a while. We had tea in his rooms instead of going up for breakfast. As I sprawled over his sitting room sofa in my nightgown and robe I realised how, because of this magic that had brought us together, I was not only comfortable with him instantly, but also comfortable in his space. There should be a formality to this room but I seemed to feel at home in it in a way I ought not to.
For the first time we had conversations that were about something other than he and I and our connection and the sneaking around. We could just talk. And it was all about such mundane things that at day's end I wasn't sure I couldn't even remember any of it. Just that I had smiled till my cheeks hurt and I had managed to make him chuckle a couple of times.
When lunch approached we knew we had to go make appearances. As I got ready to go up to my room and get dressed he stopped me. "Do you have plans to go see Flitwick today and practice your charms?" He asked.
"Not specifically but I bet he will ask at lunch. Why?" I ask.
"I have a naughty idea to make it harder for you to concentrate."
"It's my holiday. Do I really have to both have lessons and have them made to be even harder?" I whine.
"No you don't. You could say no to me if you like."
"What's the idea?" I ask.
"Oh so she is curious."
"Of course I'm curious what torture you have dreamed up for me today."
"Hardly torture. Just a little bit of extra stimulation to try to block out while Flitwick pontificates on the subject of the mind body connection."
"I have already been over-stimulated as of late." I tease.
"Very well, forget I suggested it." He goes to walk away and I have to grab him by the sleeve.
"Tell me, Severus, you big tease."
He opens his palm to reveal a small glass plug twisted with green and silver inside. "That's the point. With this I can tease you all day. Even when I'm not present."
"You are suggesting I wear that inside of me to go practice charms!" I can't believe him. "How am I supposed to keep my calm while he's shooting fireballs at me with that in my ass?"
"Precisely."
"Give me a good reason why I should." I cross my arms over my chest in mock offence.
"Because it would please me." He drawls, and something inside of me lights up. Why do I want to please him so badly? "Because you're a good girl." He responds to the thought it hadn't meant to let him hear.
"See! Just looking at it my mental control is wavering." I say. He says nothing just looks at me with a raised eyebrow. "Fine. Alright I'll do it." I stammer. I hold out my hand for the object, "I'll put it in before I get dressed."
"I want to do the honours." He said and turned away from me and walked over to a cabinet in his bedroom. He returned with a vial in his other hand. "On the bed please, darling."
"Must you?" I ask, shy and nervous.
"Oh very much must." He confirms with a wicked little smile.
I shuffle over to the bed reluctantly and lay over the edge. He's set the items down beside me and slides my nightgown up my legs which gives me goosebumps as his fingers trail along me on the way. I bury my face in his bedspread, bashfully. Maybe if I hide my face it will be over quicker.

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The Stars on the Staircase
Fiksi PenggemarThe note read simply "My Office. Immediately after dinner." On Monday Professor Snape saved me from falling off a moving staircase. Sparks shot out of our hands where our skin made contact as he pulled me to safety. Over the course of the week I hav...