Weasley Twins - A Fate You Can't Escape

Chapter 111 - Regularly Scheduled Programing

Anthony starts visiting Hogwarts once or twice a week.  While I don't have the romantic feelings and all that, I do enjoy having him around.  I feel the most me that I have in a while.  I have a bit more confidence back, and I like feeling wanted. 

Also, I'm having fun.  Maybe I should feel bad about that considering the war and all, but everyone has their own way of coping.  For me, it's hooking up with a hot werewolf guy. 

It's after curfew, and I skip down the steps to the entry hall.  Anthony is supposed to arrive around eleven, which is just a few minutes away.  The doors creak open as I approach, and he slips inside.

"Hey Taylor."  He looks me up and down, eyes taking in my pajamas.  My legs are a bit chilly in the small shorts, but my butt looks really good in them.  Judging by his wandering eyes, I think he agrees.  I step forward, slipping my fingers into the belt loops of his jeans and pulling his hips to mine.

"Hi, Schmidt."  I smirk, having to tilt my head back to meet his eyes.

"I think we know each other well enough for you to call me Anthony."  His laugh rumbles on his chest as he dips to kiss the spot behind my ear.

"Why?  You always call me by my last name."  I point out. 

"Wait, what?"  He pulls back, confused.  "No I don't."

"Yes you do.  You call me Taylor."  I argue.

"I- uh."  He runs a hand through his hair.  Then it hits me.

"You thought Taylor was my first name."  I laugh watching his cheeks turn pink.

"It's a common first name!"  He protests, scowling.

"That's true.  But my first name is Hazel."  I tell him, pulling him back to me.  "I can't believe you didn't know that."

"I can't believe you didn't tell me."  He retorts, leaning down so our noses brush.

"My lips are usually pretty busy when I see you."  I tease, licking my lips.

"Fair point."  He murmurs before kissing me.  It's soft at first, but when my hands pull at his hair, that changes.  His tongue pushes against my closed lips and I part them to let him in.  I let out a small sigh as my body starts warming.  

He backs me to the stone wall of the entry hall, pushing my back against the bricks.  I wrap my thighs around his hips and he starts slowly grinding against me.  I can't keep back the moan that tumbles from my lips, causing him to chuckle. 

"Did you miss me?"  He purrs, pulling away to trail kisses along my neck.

"Yes."  I whimper as his teeth scrape my neck.  His warm breath brushes along my collarbones, sending a shiver through my body.  He pulls away suddenly, leaving me feeling cold and cross.  But then his strong hand grabs mine and pulls me into the nearest classroom.  He closes the door behind us, and I grab my wand, locking it and silencing the room.  

The moment I finish, he pounces on me again, kissing me roughly.  He picks me up and carries me to the large desk at the front of the room.  I cringe for a moment when I realize it's Amycus's desk, but all thoughts of the terrible man flee my mind as Anthony's hands slip under the hem of my shirt.

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The next morning I show up to breakfast a bit late, still warn out from my late night with Anthony.  I yawn as I plop into the chair next to Snape, grabbing for some coffee.  As I do so, Snape grabs my chin, startling me.  He stares as me coldly before tilting my head to the side.  I don't understand what he's doing, but I figure he has a reason for the strange behavior.  His fingers trace along my neck lightly, and my eyebrows scrunch with confusion.  What is he doing?

"I suppose I have to pretend these were my work."  He hisses in my ear, letting my chin go.  I blush, immediately realizing what is going on.  I slap my hand to my neck, trying to cover the line of purple bruising.

"I'm sorry.  I didn't realize."  I mutter, mortified that I hadn't covered them.

"Just be cautious, Miss Taylor.  Remember what you're here for."  He murmurs, turning back to his food.

"Right.  Yes, sir."  I nod, reaching for the coffee once more.

After breakfast, I head to the hospital wing.  It's time for my weekly potion.  After the library horror, I have been very diligent about visiting Pomfrey.  I push though the heavy doors, entering the silent chamber.  A couple of the beds are occupied, the students eating their own breakfast.

"Good morning, Miss Taylor."  Pomfrey greets me as she enters the room with a cart.  "I'll be with you in just a moment."

"Thank you."  I call out, taking a seat in a random chair.  She takes care of the other two patients, administering their morning meds before heading back to get my potion.  She returns, bottle in hand.

"Here you go.  Is there anything else I can do for you?"  She asks, wiping her hands on her apron.

"No, thank you."  I smile before uncorking the potion and downing it quickly.  I return the empty vial and stand to leave.  "Have a nice day."

"You too."  She says as I slip back through the doors.

I hurry off to Snape's office.  I am taking a few days off from helping Slughorn.  I claimed that the headmaster needed my help with some office stuff, but in reality I just got tired of doing his job all the time.  Slughorn isn't head of Slytherin for nothing.  He knows how to take advantage of an opportunity.

I say the password, and enter the office.  Snape looks up in surprise as I come in.

"Miss Taylor, is everything okay?"  He asks, dipping his quill in his ink.

"Yeah.  I just need a break from Slughorn.  And the never ending potions homework.  I swear he assigns extra, just so I have to grade it."  I complain, sitting down in my chair.

"How tragic."  He snorts, scribbling something down.

"Yes it is.  You've had to grade enough potions essays to know that those kids are dumb as rocks."  I whine, tilting my head back.  Snape doesn't say anything, just sighs loudly.  After several minutes pass with the only noise being the scratch of his quill, I break the silence.

"What are you working on?"  I ask, peeking over his shoulder.

"Some affairs for Dumbledore," he says vaguely.  I glance over at the portrait of the old headmaster.  He waves to me from the frame.  He doesn't really say much when I'm in the room.  He understands that I don't like him very much.  I nod to the painting in return before turning back to the current headmaster.

"You knew him pretty well, right?"  I question, leaning on Snape's desk.

"I suppose."  Snape doesn't look up, but he pauses his writing.

"Was he... a good person?"  It feels wrong to voice considering the man was known as one of the most powerful good wizards of all time.  But I feel like he has troubles understanding means and ends.

"He tried.  But he was also human.  A fact that many tend to forget.  Humans make mistakes.  And he was no exception."  Snape answers after thinking for a moment.  

I nod, pondering this explanation.  Perhaps the pedestal the wizarding world put him on wasn't his plan.  When the world looked for answers, he gave them, whether he knew them himself or not.

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