Ghosts (repost), Snape/OFC, 24/48
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rmGhosts (repost), Snape/OFC, 24/48
Rating: G – hard-R; this chapter PG-13
Author’s Notes:
If you don’t know what this is, please read this.
Despite a recent tune-up, this was written in 2001 and is not compliant with the current state of the HP universe.
Your feedback and commentary are always welcome, even for a time capsule such as this.
You can find all chapters here.
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kalichan. It features Severus Snape, Lucius & Narcissa Malfoy, Bellatrix & Rodolphus Lestrange and Regulus Black and mostly takes place in 1979 – 1981 but has forays both significantly forward and back in time.
Disclaimer: It’s JKR’s world, I just mess about with it.
"Well, I'd certainly know less about it than you."
"Don't be petulant, Allosia."
"Can we try to remember we're not teenagers anymore? Please?"
He raised his eyebrows at her. "That would mean no more staying up all night."
"We could go to bed."
He opened his mouth to say something and then closed it.
"What?" she asked somewhat indignantly.
"It's not important. I'll find out in good time."
It was her turn to raise her eyebrows.
He smiled. "You like suspense." He said disregarding the question on her face.”
She squinted at him.
"Want to stay the night?" he said, but it was only barely a question.
She nodded slightly, indicating her agreement with the obvious.
"You understand that's on my terms?"
She had to stop herself from making a snide comment about the rather obvious illusion that was his control over the situation. "As long as you don't make me sleep on the couch."
“I don't have a couch."
"You see my point."
He gestured with the wine glass in his hand in a way that seemed to indicate both his acquiescence and a request for her to stand.
Allosia rose then, smoothing her robes and taking a deep breath reminiscent of the way she had prepared herself in front of his door earlier.
Severus allowed himself a brief smile at this, but set his mouth again quickly enough that she missed it. He didn't often have the pleasure of making someone nervous with something other than his menace or intellect.
He held his hand out to her and led her around the corners to his bed. Letting his hand slip from hers he sat down and settled back against the headboard. He patted the blankets next to him and gave her a bemused look. He hadn't expected her to become shy, or for that matter, paralyzed.
"Come here," he nearly whispered. It was kind and said through a smile and they both knew how easily it could not have been.
Allosia climbed up on the bed and leaned back against the headboard, very clearly no too close to him.
"Is this strange for you?" he asked.
"You. Bed. Odd," she said softly. "I –" she stopped herself and shook her head.
"We could go to the closet in my office, if that would be more familiar for you." He tried not to sound cruel.
"Yes, this is strange for me," she said turning to face him.
He took a sip of wine and set his glass down on the night table before scooting closer to her on the bed. He caressed the side of her face with his hand, and then kissed her hard. As she opened her lips to him, she felt the wine flood into her mouth. For a second, she was startled and felt stupid, as if she might choke.
"Now you know," he said running his hand up and down her still robed legs, "that this is only going so far tonight, right?"
"When did you become old-fashioned?"
"I haven't, but there are so many potentials here, I think we'd best make sure we can swim before we try to drown."
"Mmmmm," her noise of appreciation was as much for his phrasing as anything else.
"Good," he said, and muttered the words that darkened the room.
Rating: G – hard-R; this chapter PG-13
Author’s Notes:
kalichan. It features Severus Snape, Lucius & Narcissa Malfoy, Bellatrix & Rodolphus Lestrange and Regulus Black and mostly takes place in 1979 – 1981 but has forays both significantly forward and back in time. Disclaimer: It’s JKR’s world, I just mess about with it.
"Well, I'd certainly know less about it than you."
"Don't be petulant, Allosia."
"Can we try to remember we're not teenagers anymore? Please?"
He raised his eyebrows at her. "That would mean no more staying up all night."
"We could go to bed."
He opened his mouth to say something and then closed it.
"What?" she asked somewhat indignantly.
"It's not important. I'll find out in good time."
It was her turn to raise her eyebrows.
He smiled. "You like suspense." He said disregarding the question on her face.”
She squinted at him.
"Want to stay the night?" he said, but it was only barely a question.
She nodded slightly, indicating her agreement with the obvious.
"You understand that's on my terms?"
She had to stop herself from making a snide comment about the rather obvious illusion that was his control over the situation. "As long as you don't make me sleep on the couch."
“I don't have a couch."
"You see my point."
He gestured with the wine glass in his hand in a way that seemed to indicate both his acquiescence and a request for her to stand.
Allosia rose then, smoothing her robes and taking a deep breath reminiscent of the way she had prepared herself in front of his door earlier.
Severus allowed himself a brief smile at this, but set his mouth again quickly enough that she missed it. He didn't often have the pleasure of making someone nervous with something other than his menace or intellect.
He held his hand out to her and led her around the corners to his bed. Letting his hand slip from hers he sat down and settled back against the headboard. He patted the blankets next to him and gave her a bemused look. He hadn't expected her to become shy, or for that matter, paralyzed.
"Come here," he nearly whispered. It was kind and said through a smile and they both knew how easily it could not have been.
Allosia climbed up on the bed and leaned back against the headboard, very clearly no too close to him.
"Is this strange for you?" he asked.
"You. Bed. Odd," she said softly. "I –" she stopped herself and shook her head.
"We could go to the closet in my office, if that would be more familiar for you." He tried not to sound cruel.
"Yes, this is strange for me," she said turning to face him.
He took a sip of wine and set his glass down on the night table before scooting closer to her on the bed. He caressed the side of her face with his hand, and then kissed her hard. As she opened her lips to him, she felt the wine flood into her mouth. For a second, she was startled and felt stupid, as if she might choke.
"Now you know," he said running his hand up and down her still robed legs, "that this is only going so far tonight, right?"
"When did you become old-fashioned?"
"I haven't, but there are so many potentials here, I think we'd best make sure we can swim before we try to drown."
"Mmmmm," her noise of appreciation was as much for his phrasing as anything else.
"Good," he said, and muttered the words that darkened the room.
