Ghosts (repost), Snape/OFC, 34/48
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rmGhosts (repost), Snape/OFC, 34/48
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.
Allosia stripped and climbed into the bed, while he changed into his night shirt in the bathroom. She found his modesty humorous, but admired in a strange, twisted way his vigilance. While he had explored most of her body with his hands by now there had been little between them that even resembled sex, despite her best efforts.
This evening though, she fully intended not to make an issue of it. As far as she was concerned, she was getting naked because she always wound up that way anyway.
Severus flipped back the covers to join her in bed, and arched an eyebrow at her nakedness.
"I'm cold, get in here already," she whined, wrapping her arms around herself.
"You know, Allosia, if you stayed out of dungeons and in your clothes, you wouldn't have these problems."
"Severus," she said, annoyed, as he continued to stand there holding the covers off her.
Turning away from her, he gestured with his wand and summoned a robe for her.
"This is huge," she said, turning it around trying to find her way into it.
"It's also warm," he said, finally deigning to get into the bed.
Clothed again, she stretched and pressed against him. His sigh was almost a purr.
"You're going to be the death of me," he muttered as she nipped at his lower lip
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to," she said through the kisses.
With a suddenness that seemed to startle them both, his hands came up to grip the sides of her head. "I want you very much, but not tonight, not like it's the end of the world, all right?" He rocked her head slowly back and forth as he said it, as if forcing the words into her and then forcing her to agree with them.
"Yes," she said, her hands coming up to his wrists.
"Good," he said, relaxed and let go. "Now turn over, I am serious about this matter of sleep."
Allosia rolled over and he wrapped an arm tightly around her waist and pulled her to him. As much as his intent was sleep, he couldn't top himself from biting at the back of her neck, holding a small fold of her skin between his teeth and growling. "You were wrong, you know."
"Hrmmm?" she inquired, distracted by a hand investigating her breasts.
"You do still belong to me." The predatory smile in his voice was obvious.
"I don’t belong to anyone" she said, but not really to him.
He sighed and relaxed his hold on her, but Allosia's alertness didn't fade until she heard his snoring begin.
As she slowly opened her eyes, she wondered how long he had been attempting to rouse her.
"One of us really should put in an appearance at breakfast, you know," he was saying.
She groaned and rolled over, pulling the covers over her head.
"Yes," he said, "I rather thought it would be me. I'll wake you when I get back." He bent down to kiss the top of her head as he got up.
"Bring scones," came her muffled reply from under the blankets.
"You will not be eating them in this bed."
Her response was completely incoherent. She rustled again and then quickly settled back into sleep.
He shook his head and got up to dress.
"Where's Allosia this morning?" the headmaster asked good naturedly as Severus made his way around the head table to his seat.
"Sleeping, I'd suppose," he said icily. It was technically true, after all.
"Yes, yes, of course," Albus said, having a hard time hiding his amusement.
Minerva rolled her eyes, and Severus made a slight hissing sound in her general direction causing a giggle to erupt from Madam Hooch. He put a finger in her face as if he was about to lecture her and then thought the better of it before taking his seat.
"Toast?" offered Flitwick, as Severus sat down.
"No." His answer seemed very final.
Allosia woke with a start as she heard the door slam. By the time she found her way out from under the covers, Severus was glowering at her from the foot of the bed.
"There are scones in the other room," he said, "and next time I suggest it's a good idea that at least one of us put in an appearance, either go yourself, or tell me I'm wrong."
Allosia tried to hide both her amusement and confusion. "What's wrong?"
"Oh you know how this place is! I was being baited, that's all."
She made a face that indicated he was being ridiculous.
"Fine." He said and sat down on the bed with a sigh.
"You joining me?" Allosia asked coyly.
"I'm tempted, certainly."
"You'll need your rest, for later."
"I can't imagine this would help then," he said dryly, as she reached up to brush his hair away from his face.
She scooted closer to him then, and flung her head into his lap and made it perfectly clear she had every intention of going back to sleep.
As he ran his fingers lightly over the side of her face, he muttered, "and people wonder why I don't have a familiar."
He let her rest that way for about thirty minutes before grabbing her shoulders and sitting her up. "Time to get up, there are actually things to do."
She rubbed at her face in a way that indicated she was still highly non- functional.
Severus pointed at the bathroom. "Bathe, then have your damn scones, and I'll refrain from presuming you're capable of functioning until then."
She nodded and climbed out of bed.
A smile twitched at the corner of his mouth as she closed the bathroom door behind her.
By the time she got out, wrapped in his kimono with her hair dripping, he was rummaging through his closet in great irritation.
She made a questioning noise at him and he snorted in irritation, held his wand out and dried her. "The carpet," he said, yet again. Noticing the kimono, "you're getting attached to that thing aren't you?"
She shrugged, and went to find her scones.
"What are you doing?" she asked, her mouth around one of the pastries.
"Looking for dress robes," he said agitatedly.
"Hrmmmm." She squinted into the dark of his closet, which was clearly bigger on the inside than the outside. "You've got a lot of stuff in there."
"I may have given up the estate, Allosia, but my taste did not go with it."
"Given up the -- what?"
He stopped and turned. "You didn't know," he said quietly.
"Know what?"
"My family's holdings, the land and properties anyway, they all went to the Ministry when I bargained for my," he paused here, and spread his hands. "Life," he said simply.
"Oh," she said, still somewhat puzzled. "I'm sorry."
"It's all right. Strange, mostly. Certainly reminds me of my more parochial failings. I still have the monetary inheritance at least, but yes, who needs Dementors, when you get to live at Hogwarts year round?"
Allosia stepped towards him and reached a hand out, rubbing it briefly in a circle on his back. She suspected he smiled into the dark.
"There you are," he said, speaking obviously to something in the wardrobe. "Hold this," he said, passing something voluminous back to Allosia.
It was a robe in his typical style, in an incredibly delicate wool. Twenty small, delicate fabric-covered buttons closed the front of it. Each of them had just the faintest trace of siilver thread woven into them, giving them the appearance of crescent moons peaking out of a sea of blackness.
"This is beautiful, Severus."
"Thank you," he said, continuing to rummage. "You can hang that somewhere."
Allosia made a face, but did so without protest, draping it over the back of one of the chairs in the sitting room.
He continued to pull things out of the closet, handing them to her. First a while high-collared shirt with the faintest trace of a white-on-white embroidery pattern; whether it was small s's or small snakes, she couldn't tell, then one of those old-fashioned ties that always made him look so severe, a satiny black with a green tinge to it. She wondered for a moment if he had a fear of having his throat slit; it was always so well protected. The pants were of a wool similar to the robe, but thicker, and the same buttons appeared at each cuff, nine and nine.
He turned around then and closed the closet behind him, smiled when he saw her fingering the buttons. "Nine, the number of challenge," he said with a wry grin but she was unsure if there was more to the joke or not.
He took the garments from her then and set them down on the bed.
"Ablutions," he declared and turned towards the bathroom. At the door he paused, and summoned the kimono right off her body.
"Hey!"
"You have other things to wear," he said lightly, and entered the bathroom without a glance back at her.
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.
Allosia stripped and climbed into the bed, while he changed into his night shirt in the bathroom. She found his modesty humorous, but admired in a strange, twisted way his vigilance. While he had explored most of her body with his hands by now there had been little between them that even resembled sex, despite her best efforts.
This evening though, she fully intended not to make an issue of it. As far as she was concerned, she was getting naked because she always wound up that way anyway.
Severus flipped back the covers to join her in bed, and arched an eyebrow at her nakedness.
"I'm cold, get in here already," she whined, wrapping her arms around herself.
"You know, Allosia, if you stayed out of dungeons and in your clothes, you wouldn't have these problems."
"Severus," she said, annoyed, as he continued to stand there holding the covers off her.
Turning away from her, he gestured with his wand and summoned a robe for her.
"This is huge," she said, turning it around trying to find her way into it.
"It's also warm," he said, finally deigning to get into the bed.
Clothed again, she stretched and pressed against him. His sigh was almost a purr.
"You're going to be the death of me," he muttered as she nipped at his lower lip
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to," she said through the kisses.
With a suddenness that seemed to startle them both, his hands came up to grip the sides of her head. "I want you very much, but not tonight, not like it's the end of the world, all right?" He rocked her head slowly back and forth as he said it, as if forcing the words into her and then forcing her to agree with them.
"Yes," she said, her hands coming up to his wrists.
"Good," he said, relaxed and let go. "Now turn over, I am serious about this matter of sleep."
Allosia rolled over and he wrapped an arm tightly around her waist and pulled her to him. As much as his intent was sleep, he couldn't top himself from biting at the back of her neck, holding a small fold of her skin between his teeth and growling. "You were wrong, you know."
"Hrmmm?" she inquired, distracted by a hand investigating her breasts.
"You do still belong to me." The predatory smile in his voice was obvious.
"I don’t belong to anyone" she said, but not really to him.
He sighed and relaxed his hold on her, but Allosia's alertness didn't fade until she heard his snoring begin.
As she slowly opened her eyes, she wondered how long he had been attempting to rouse her.
"One of us really should put in an appearance at breakfast, you know," he was saying.
She groaned and rolled over, pulling the covers over her head.
"Yes," he said, "I rather thought it would be me. I'll wake you when I get back." He bent down to kiss the top of her head as he got up.
"Bring scones," came her muffled reply from under the blankets.
"You will not be eating them in this bed."
Her response was completely incoherent. She rustled again and then quickly settled back into sleep.
He shook his head and got up to dress.
"Where's Allosia this morning?" the headmaster asked good naturedly as Severus made his way around the head table to his seat.
"Sleeping, I'd suppose," he said icily. It was technically true, after all.
"Yes, yes, of course," Albus said, having a hard time hiding his amusement.
Minerva rolled her eyes, and Severus made a slight hissing sound in her general direction causing a giggle to erupt from Madam Hooch. He put a finger in her face as if he was about to lecture her and then thought the better of it before taking his seat.
"Toast?" offered Flitwick, as Severus sat down.
"No." His answer seemed very final.
Allosia woke with a start as she heard the door slam. By the time she found her way out from under the covers, Severus was glowering at her from the foot of the bed.
"There are scones in the other room," he said, "and next time I suggest it's a good idea that at least one of us put in an appearance, either go yourself, or tell me I'm wrong."
Allosia tried to hide both her amusement and confusion. "What's wrong?"
"Oh you know how this place is! I was being baited, that's all."
She made a face that indicated he was being ridiculous.
"Fine." He said and sat down on the bed with a sigh.
"You joining me?" Allosia asked coyly.
"I'm tempted, certainly."
"You'll need your rest, for later."
"I can't imagine this would help then," he said dryly, as she reached up to brush his hair away from his face.
She scooted closer to him then, and flung her head into his lap and made it perfectly clear she had every intention of going back to sleep.
As he ran his fingers lightly over the side of her face, he muttered, "and people wonder why I don't have a familiar."
He let her rest that way for about thirty minutes before grabbing her shoulders and sitting her up. "Time to get up, there are actually things to do."
She rubbed at her face in a way that indicated she was still highly non- functional.
Severus pointed at the bathroom. "Bathe, then have your damn scones, and I'll refrain from presuming you're capable of functioning until then."
She nodded and climbed out of bed.
A smile twitched at the corner of his mouth as she closed the bathroom door behind her.
By the time she got out, wrapped in his kimono with her hair dripping, he was rummaging through his closet in great irritation.
She made a questioning noise at him and he snorted in irritation, held his wand out and dried her. "The carpet," he said, yet again. Noticing the kimono, "you're getting attached to that thing aren't you?"
She shrugged, and went to find her scones.
"What are you doing?" she asked, her mouth around one of the pastries.
"Looking for dress robes," he said agitatedly.
"Hrmmmm." She squinted into the dark of his closet, which was clearly bigger on the inside than the outside. "You've got a lot of stuff in there."
"I may have given up the estate, Allosia, but my taste did not go with it."
"Given up the -- what?"
He stopped and turned. "You didn't know," he said quietly.
"Know what?"
"My family's holdings, the land and properties anyway, they all went to the Ministry when I bargained for my," he paused here, and spread his hands. "Life," he said simply.
"Oh," she said, still somewhat puzzled. "I'm sorry."
"It's all right. Strange, mostly. Certainly reminds me of my more parochial failings. I still have the monetary inheritance at least, but yes, who needs Dementors, when you get to live at Hogwarts year round?"
Allosia stepped towards him and reached a hand out, rubbing it briefly in a circle on his back. She suspected he smiled into the dark.
"There you are," he said, speaking obviously to something in the wardrobe. "Hold this," he said, passing something voluminous back to Allosia.
It was a robe in his typical style, in an incredibly delicate wool. Twenty small, delicate fabric-covered buttons closed the front of it. Each of them had just the faintest trace of siilver thread woven into them, giving them the appearance of crescent moons peaking out of a sea of blackness.
"This is beautiful, Severus."
"Thank you," he said, continuing to rummage. "You can hang that somewhere."
Allosia made a face, but did so without protest, draping it over the back of one of the chairs in the sitting room.
He continued to pull things out of the closet, handing them to her. First a while high-collared shirt with the faintest trace of a white-on-white embroidery pattern; whether it was small s's or small snakes, she couldn't tell, then one of those old-fashioned ties that always made him look so severe, a satiny black with a green tinge to it. She wondered for a moment if he had a fear of having his throat slit; it was always so well protected. The pants were of a wool similar to the robe, but thicker, and the same buttons appeared at each cuff, nine and nine.
He turned around then and closed the closet behind him, smiled when he saw her fingering the buttons. "Nine, the number of challenge," he said with a wry grin but she was unsure if there was more to the joke or not.
He took the garments from her then and set them down on the bed.
"Ablutions," he declared and turned towards the bathroom. At the door he paused, and summoned the kimono right off her body.
"Hey!"
"You have other things to wear," he said lightly, and entered the bathroom without a glance back at her.
