I sit next to Snape's desk as he looks over the sword that Dumbledore entrusted him with. It's quite magnificent, shining brightly with a ruby studded hilt. I run a finger over the smooth metal, marveling at the craftsmanship.
"So you can't just hand it to him. Nobody trusts you." I muse, nearly cutting my finger on the blade.
"Be careful, Miss Taylor, it's not a toy." He scolds. "And I am aware of this."
"Is there someone you could give it to, to give to him?" I suggest, folding my hands in my lap. I feel a bit like a scolded child. Mainly because he's right; I wasn't being careful.
"Too risky and unpredictable." He shakes his head tersely. I suppose that's true. There isn't really anyone he can trust enough to ensure that it makes it to it's destination. It's too important.
"Well, what about hiding it and giving him a clue? Leading him to it?"
"That risks someone else finding it." He argues and I sigh. Once again, he's right. It's bloody annoying.
"So do you have any ideas, or just going to shoot down all of mine?" I huff, a bit miffed.
"None of your stupid ideas have inspired me to come up with a smart plan." He sasses, causing my jaw to drop.
"Rude! My ideas were at least mid." I protest, pouting slightly.
"You flatter yourself, Taylor."
"And you're over dramatic, so you don't have room to talk." I shoot back.
"I am not over dramatic."
"Yes, you are! You're always sweeping your robes about, pausing mid sentence, and doing the eyebrow thing."
"So now you're insulting how I walk, talk, and look?" He snorts. "Not holding back, are we?"
"Do you want me to go on? Because there more!" But before I can list more, the scrape of stone sounds as someone enters the stairs to the office.
The sword sits there, gleaming on the desk, out in the open. Not having any better ideas, I default on the one that worked last time. I yank off my blouse, a few of the buttons popping off in the process. I lay it on the desk, completely covering the sword.
"Sorry again, sir." I mumble before bending down and kissing him. His hands catch my bare waist as I climb into his lap, feeling a bit embarrassed. I keep myself a bit above him, careful not to actually cause any sort of friction.
He tastes of cinnamon bread and tea from breakfast.
"Oh, for Godric's sake!" A very regal voice exclaims from behind us. I fall unceremoniously off of Snape's lap as he stands.
"Minvera." The headmaster greets her, his cheeks pink. "I would advise not coming in unannounced in the future."
"I can assure you that won't happen again." She huffs, smoothing her robes. "Taylor, put your shirt on."
"Yes, professor." I mumble, grabbing the shirt off the desk as well as the sword under it. I retreat to the far side of the room, checking to make sure she isn't looking, before stashing the sword on a shelf behind some books. I pull the shirt back on, holding it closed since the buttons are somewhere scattered on the floor.
"What do you want?" Snape inquires, glaring at the older woman.
"Are you aware that the Carrows intend to use the cruciatus curse for detentions! On students!" She says angrily.
"I am aware." Snape acts completely unbothered by this though.
"And you're going to let it happen?" She raises her chin defiantly. I don't know how Snape is managing to keep a straight face. This woman is terrifying.
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Weasley Twins - A Fate You Can't Escape
FanfictionHazel Taylor is in her seventh year at Hogwarts. Things with Voldemort are escalating, and Umbridge is not helping anything. She's just trying to survive the year and make it through her Newts. But things don't exactly go as planned for this Huff...
