Last Witness: Detached (Snape Love Story)

More than Firewhiskey

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The ashtray she kept on a nightstand was almost full but the sleep wouldn’t come anyway. Georgianna shuffled up higher on the pillow observing the rings of smoke that circled above her. The time always seemed to slow down at night when she couldn’t sleep but at least it gave her time to think.

The encounter with Severus Snape was still on her mind even though it’s been over two weeks since they spoke at the party. Like her, he seemed to be emotionally detached from his Death Eater surroundings. His gentleman-like behavior was obviously something he didn’t usually bring up and she would have known that even without that stupidly astonished look on his friend’s face.

Everything he did that night had a purpose even the way he drew his hair away from his face.
Interesting man, she had to admit to herself. If it weren’t for the look he gave her before Yaxley called out to her she would think that he was just another arrogant pureblood toy that was born and raised to stand at Voldemort’s side but that look was his first mistake of the night. Something about her ticked him off and he failed to hide it.

Georgianna didn’t need to kill for a living to know a danger when she saw it. Unlike most of the men in the room, Snape ignored the too tight dress that Yaxley chose as a form of punishment for refusing his advances and even though he tried his best, she didn’t see any sign of true enjoyment from the dance on his part. His twenty questions, poised carefully in the middle of engaging conversation, only confirmed that she seemed to be a thorn in his side and Georgianna knew that having Voldemort’s most esteemed spy against her could eventually cross her plans or stop her before she would be able to finish them.

She slid from under the covers and went on a search for another pack of cigarettes in the living room. Looking out of the window, she could see the dawn breaking already.

Why waste your time sleeping if you have thinking to do? She thought sardonically.

Of course, thinking about Snape was more like guarding her own backside; she heard that he was a skilled Legilimens and could easily play at both sides of the game. It was what set his price as a spy so high. But she estimated that trying to avoid him would be enough for now. Georgianna opened the door on the balcony and unwrapped the pack of cigarettes. She lit it anxiously, enjoying the taste on her tongue.

“You smoke too much.”

She grimaced to herself, knowing that he couldn’t see her face. She was already aware that she had an uninvited guest but since he was sitting in the living room for most of the night, she wasn’t really worried about him.

“How did you find me?”

Yaxley walked to her side. “It’s my business to know where you are.”

 “You heard the Dark Lord; I proved myself worthy and there’s no need for you to watch me anymore,” she snapped out, blowing some of the cigarette smoke in his face.

“How did you find me?”

“It’s the only Muggle apartment warded with magic in the entire London Lorrelaine; I consider this to be a fairly stupid question on your part,” he grunted, trying to change the direction of the smoke with his hand.

Georgianna ran through the memory of putting up the wards.

Damn it he’s right. I forgot the Concealing wards.

She was mad at herself now; making a mistake was something she couldn’t forgive herself. Georgianna was a bound perfectionalist long before every one of her mistake could cost her her neck. And now Yaxley was all too close for her comfort once again. She could smell that he’s been drinking.