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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
7,484
Reviews:
41
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Of Old Friends
Dear All, finally here comes chapter 9. Thank you for all the reviews and responses. I’m very happy you enjoy this story. Enjoy!
Chapter 9 – Of Old Friends
The Three Witches were a fashionable restaurant near the Edinburgh castle that was reputed to have been established in the Macbethian times. It was also reputed to have the best food served in the whole of Scotland and was particularly famous for fresh scones served all day. Malfoy
and Snape were sitting in the secluded part of the restaurant enjoying their
early morning coffee and hot scones. The waitress-witch has just served them
with a variety of marmalades and cast Snape a sexy smile which he acknowledged with a rise of his eyebrow and a small satisfied smile.
“I envy you, Severus.”
“What?”
“I must say I have never thought that I would live to a day when girls would be preferring you over me.” Laughed Malfoy. “No offence meant.”
“None taken, Lucius as I have never thought I’d live to a day when I see you jealous over a girl preferring me to you.”
“I still can’t believe that it was just a bet.”
“I tell you it was. Nothing more.”
“When did all that make over thing happen?”
“About two or three weeks ago.”
“Have you found yourself a girl already old man?”
There was a slight flicker on Snape’s face and he realized he checked it all too late.
“From your expression I take there is someone.”
“Okay, Lucius, for your bloody information, there are thousands of girls fawning over me, ready to spread their legs for me and do whatever else I could think up.”
“Very funny, Severus. But there is someone, you like just a bit more.”
“A bit more? I liyselyself, the rest can go an sod off.”
“Touché, my friend, I won’t pry into your private life but I will have to ask Narcissa to arrange someone for you. You know how the Dark Lord detests when his orders are not carried out.” Lucius
smirked.
“Suite yourself Malfoy but tell Narcissa that she’d better choose good.”
“So we are now very picky. Don’t worry, she’ll just love the challenge, especially when Bella tells her all about you.”
Snape chose to ignore Malfoy’s comment and asked instead:
“Ah yes, Bella. What’s wrong with her? She seems to be falling out of the Dark Lord’s graces.”
“It seems he still holds that incident in the Ministry against her, that’s what she thinks but I’d say, she’s become too boring for the Dark Lord. All she ever does is come up with insane methods of killing Muggles. You cares about the Muggles now.”
“The Dark Lord seemed to be displeased with more of us than just Bella.” Ventured Snape.
“Crabbe and Goyle! Wouldn’t you be dissatisfied with them and their offsprings?”
“They were not my int intelligent Slytherins…”
“By Merlin, I would never have expected such an underestimation from you, Severus!”
“Okay, they were idiots.”
Malfoy laughed.
“This brings us to the clue of the morning, namely our mission.” Said Snape.
“This is something I don’t like too much. I’m glad, this time you are the one with me. I don’t want to repeat the Ministry incident.”
“Yes, that would be highly unadvisable. I, for myself, never heard of another prophecy.”
“Nor have I. I will use my sources in the Ministry to find out if there is such a prophecy and where the copies are kept. You could have a chat with that friend of yours, Albus Sodding Dumbledore.”
“Send me word as soon as you know anything.”
The clock struck nine o’clock. The weather seemed to be developing rather well.
“Send me word, by Merlin, Severus, you’ve become imperious as of late.”
“Must come with the looks.”
Malfoy laughed heartily.
“And then I’ve always learnt from the best.” Lucius almost choked his coffee hearing such a statement from Severus.
“It must be the looks, Snape. Lovely chatting to you here but Narcissa had an evening planned out for us when I was summoned. She’ll hex me anyway now but if I come back before she wakes up, she might still use that lavishing tongue of hers on…”
“Spare me the details.” Snape rolled his eyes and got up.
“Jealous?” Malfoy followed him.
Snape smiled in an ambiguous manner and disapparated leaving Malfoy more curious than he’s ever been in his life.
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When Snape opened the backdoor to the house, the least expected thing he was prepared to see, was Hermione Granger flinging herself to his arms. She clung to him tightly but before he was able to fully enjoy the sensation, she freed herself for his embrace and placing her hands on her hips shouted:
“Never! Never again, leave me like this again. Is that clear?”
“What?”
“How dare you? You leave me with your guests, you don’t show up for the whole night and then you come back at half past nine in the morning, quite happy with yourself!”
“What are you talking about. You know full well where…”
“Where what? Where you are whoring? Have you any idea how I felt last night? Alone!”
“Her…”
“Don’t! Don’t try to explain because you can’t!” There was a slight sound of the door to the staircase. Snape looked in the direction and it dawned on him what she was doing. He suddenly wore a very satisfied smile.
“I’ll wipe this stupid smirk you are wearing off of your face.” She kept yelling. He was next to her in one long stride and his lips crushed hers in a passionate kiss. This was exactly what he needed
after a revel, even if it was one without torture or killing. When he finally broke the kiss, she stood panting in front of him and the same self-sfiesfied smile crept on his lips.
“I meant it when I said that you are not to do it again.”
“Do what?”
“Leave me, for fucksakes!”
“Does it mean…”
“It means that I was worried about you.” She hissed. “I was worried that you would never return. That, that bloody bastard would kill you or torture you or…”
“Hermione, listen to me. I don’t know what your idea of the Dark Lord is or how you imagine the revels but trust me, as long as the Dark Lord thinks I have not failed him, nothing can happen to me.”
“But you’ve said…”
“I said it bee I e I have failed him yet he doesn’t know it. I have betrayed him a long time ago. If he ever found out, I’d have to die. This whole spying business is not dangerous because of the
meetings but because the Dark Lord may find out about me.”
“That’s what I meant…”
“Hermione, you need not to worry. I am sorry that I had to tell you about the revel the way I did yesterday but I had no time. I shall not mention it again. Just remember that when I go and you receive a letter signed by the raven or dream about a raven, run. Go to Dumbledore and
tell him. He’s the only one who will be able to protect you.”
Hermione clung to him. Her face buried in his chest. It was so good to be home again. “I want you to tell me.” She whispered.
Chapter 9 – Of Old Friends
The Three Witches were a fashionable restaurant near the Edinburgh castle that was reputed to have been established in the Macbethian times. It was also reputed to have the best food served in the whole of Scotland and was particularly famous for fresh scones served all day. Malfoy
and Snape were sitting in the secluded part of the restaurant enjoying their
early morning coffee and hot scones. The waitress-witch has just served them
with a variety of marmalades and cast Snape a sexy smile which he acknowledged with a rise of his eyebrow and a small satisfied smile.
“I envy you, Severus.”
“What?”
“I must say I have never thought that I would live to a day when girls would be preferring you over me.” Laughed Malfoy. “No offence meant.”
“None taken, Lucius as I have never thought I’d live to a day when I see you jealous over a girl preferring me to you.”
“I still can’t believe that it was just a bet.”
“I tell you it was. Nothing more.”
“When did all that make over thing happen?”
“About two or three weeks ago.”
“Have you found yourself a girl already old man?”
There was a slight flicker on Snape’s face and he realized he checked it all too late.
“From your expression I take there is someone.”
“Okay, Lucius, for your bloody information, there are thousands of girls fawning over me, ready to spread their legs for me and do whatever else I could think up.”
“Very funny, Severus. But there is someone, you like just a bit more.”
“A bit more? I liyselyself, the rest can go an sod off.”
“Touché, my friend, I won’t pry into your private life but I will have to ask Narcissa to arrange someone for you. You know how the Dark Lord detests when his orders are not carried out.” Lucius
smirked.
“Suite yourself Malfoy but tell Narcissa that she’d better choose good.”
“So we are now very picky. Don’t worry, she’ll just love the challenge, especially when Bella tells her all about you.”
Snape chose to ignore Malfoy’s comment and asked instead:
“Ah yes, Bella. What’s wrong with her? She seems to be falling out of the Dark Lord’s graces.”
“It seems he still holds that incident in the Ministry against her, that’s what she thinks but I’d say, she’s become too boring for the Dark Lord. All she ever does is come up with insane methods of killing Muggles. You cares about the Muggles now.”
“The Dark Lord seemed to be displeased with more of us than just Bella.” Ventured Snape.
“Crabbe and Goyle! Wouldn’t you be dissatisfied with them and their offsprings?”
“They were not my int intelligent Slytherins…”
“By Merlin, I would never have expected such an underestimation from you, Severus!”
“Okay, they were idiots.”
Malfoy laughed.
“This brings us to the clue of the morning, namely our mission.” Said Snape.
“This is something I don’t like too much. I’m glad, this time you are the one with me. I don’t want to repeat the Ministry incident.”
“Yes, that would be highly unadvisable. I, for myself, never heard of another prophecy.”
“Nor have I. I will use my sources in the Ministry to find out if there is such a prophecy and where the copies are kept. You could have a chat with that friend of yours, Albus Sodding Dumbledore.”
“Send me word as soon as you know anything.”
The clock struck nine o’clock. The weather seemed to be developing rather well.
“Send me word, by Merlin, Severus, you’ve become imperious as of late.”
“Must come with the looks.”
Malfoy laughed heartily.
“And then I’ve always learnt from the best.” Lucius almost choked his coffee hearing such a statement from Severus.
“It must be the looks, Snape. Lovely chatting to you here but Narcissa had an evening planned out for us when I was summoned. She’ll hex me anyway now but if I come back before she wakes up, she might still use that lavishing tongue of hers on…”
“Spare me the details.” Snape rolled his eyes and got up.
“Jealous?” Malfoy followed him.
Snape smiled in an ambiguous manner and disapparated leaving Malfoy more curious than he’s ever been in his life.
_______________________________
When Snape opened the backdoor to the house, the least expected thing he was prepared to see, was Hermione Granger flinging herself to his arms. She clung to him tightly but before he was able to fully enjoy the sensation, she freed herself for his embrace and placing her hands on her hips shouted:
“Never! Never again, leave me like this again. Is that clear?”
“What?”
“How dare you? You leave me with your guests, you don’t show up for the whole night and then you come back at half past nine in the morning, quite happy with yourself!”
“What are you talking about. You know full well where…”
“Where what? Where you are whoring? Have you any idea how I felt last night? Alone!”
“Her…”
“Don’t! Don’t try to explain because you can’t!” There was a slight sound of the door to the staircase. Snape looked in the direction and it dawned on him what she was doing. He suddenly wore a very satisfied smile.
“I’ll wipe this stupid smirk you are wearing off of your face.” She kept yelling. He was next to her in one long stride and his lips crushed hers in a passionate kiss. This was exactly what he needed
after a revel, even if it was one without torture or killing. When he finally broke the kiss, she stood panting in front of him and the same self-sfiesfied smile crept on his lips.
“I meant it when I said that you are not to do it again.”
“Do what?”
“Leave me, for fucksakes!”
“Does it mean…”
“It means that I was worried about you.” She hissed. “I was worried that you would never return. That, that bloody bastard would kill you or torture you or…”
“Hermione, listen to me. I don’t know what your idea of the Dark Lord is or how you imagine the revels but trust me, as long as the Dark Lord thinks I have not failed him, nothing can happen to me.”
“But you’ve said…”
“I said it bee I e I have failed him yet he doesn’t know it. I have betrayed him a long time ago. If he ever found out, I’d have to die. This whole spying business is not dangerous because of the
meetings but because the Dark Lord may find out about me.”
“That’s what I meant…”
“Hermione, you need not to worry. I am sorry that I had to tell you about the revel the way I did yesterday but I had no time. I shall not mention it again. Just remember that when I go and you receive a letter signed by the raven or dream about a raven, run. Go to Dumbledore and
tell him. He’s the only one who will be able to protect you.”
Hermione clung to him. Her face buried in his chest. It was so good to be home again. “I want you to tell me.” She whispered.