The Stars on the Staircase

Bonus Chapter 1 - Cheering for Daddy

Author's Note: This chapter would take place after the Christmas break while the narrator is still a student but before the chapters about her finals.

When I heard his alarm clock ring I groaned into my pillow. His alarm only went off on Quidditch Saturdays. I hated Quidditch days. They meant immediately getting up and going to breakfast. Sure, we were up later than a week day but I was still tired and I hated not having my Saturday morning with him.

"Wake up, little nymph. We've got to go to Breakfast." He says after he has been up and moving for a few minutes and I remain motionless.

"Why did you make me stay up so late on a Quidditch night?" I groan.

I was enjoying myself... while forcing you to enjoy yourself." I can hear his smirk in it even with my eyes closed and my face shoved into a pillow.

"Five orgasms is too many orgasms. I'm exhausted." I protest.

He grabs me by the hips and pulls me across the bed. I squeal, laughing with surprise and delight as suddenly his lips are right under my ear. "If you stopped making such nice faces and noises during them I wouldn't be so intent on extracting them from you."

"I want to sleep here till noon."

"Well I suppose you could, but then you would miss my team winning, which would make daddy very disappointed."

"How disappointed?"

"Extremely."

"I suppose I have no choice then."

"Up. Dress warm, lots of layers. If you leave early I'll notice and I will have to come through that fireplace and punish you for every minute the game goes on after you leave."

"I hate Quidditch..." I mutter as I sit up, looking around for my nightgown.

"I think your clothes are in the sitting room. I'll get them."

"Oh yeah... I forgot that it started out there."

"I'm offended."

"About?"

"You're forgetting the first one, on the sofa."

"Severus, I remember it now, but I got a little foggy on details after three."

"Three was a very very... good one." He acquiesced as he returned with my clothing. I didn't feel like getting dressed twice so I shrugged into the oversized cardigan without putting clothes on underneath, holding all the rest of my clothes in my arms and putting on the slippers I had worn.

As I collected my socks, panties still damp from last night and jammed them into my pockets I saw him smirking at me. "Yes?" I inquire at his gaze.

"You look so naughty like that." He pulls my rumpled clothes out of my arms, making me spin in my cardigan, which barely covers all my private places. Not that they need covering from him. I'm fairly sure he has seen every inch. The more I try to hide my body from him the more he becomes intent to explore. He pulls me in and we hug, his hands rubbing my back. One slides down to squeeze my halfway exposed rear end. "See you at breakfast." He says into my hair before he leaves the hug and is out the door.

Alone, I consider the amount of punishment I would receive if I climbed back into this bed. How mad could he be if he came back to find me still naked and waiting for him? I weighed the options and decided I would rather not find out if he would be upset.

I went through the fireplace to my room. I choose my clothes with sleepy eyes, throwing a silent tantrum inside my head at being vertical when I wanted so badly to be horizontal. I chose three sweaters to layer on, and wool tights with wool socks over them that went up to my knees. I throw my outer cloak and a plaid wool blanket in my house colours into a bag and shuffled out to find my friends and go to breakfast.