Dirty deeds

Farewells and dinner

Its so much easier packing when you are a witch. A quick swish and everything hops into the suitcase, another swish and its reduced to a manageable size. Mary Poppins eat your heart out. At least it doesn’t require ‘cute’ children to make song and dance about it!

I know that Ginny takes her whole wardrobe round with her – literally. Often wonder whether like the wardrobe in the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe and could push way through the rows and rows of clothes to find another land. If you do, everyone in it will be very well dressed a fro from a deplorable taste in slutty shoes. Ginny puts Imelda Marcos to shame to quantity, and the average drag queen for taste. As she says, its not worth going for anything under five inches.

Not sure she’s always talking about shoes there, but seems to be a good point.

Giving actual measurements would be terribly vulgar, even in the privacy of diary, but can attest that if little students aware of how well equipped he was they would be fighting to get into detention. If they knew how well he could operate said equipment, well murder would probably be committed. Not that I have any intention of allowing anyone else to find out, or I will be the one committing grievous bodily harm.

Severus all mine. I amI am only child, and I have never been very good at sharing my toys.

Could tell that Severus was nervous about the whole ‘I am now in a relationship with Hermione’ thing, particularly since now out in the open. Not sure when a relationship becomes that rather than a series of one night stands strung together, but suspect has something to do with discovering actually want to talk to Severus rather than merely sticking tongue down throat. Well, ok, talk first and then stick tongue down throat.

As I say, I could tell that Severus was nervous by the way he was looking like someone about to take fifty house points off Slytherin. If he was looking like someone who was about to take fifty points off Gryffindor, he would obviously be smiling. One of those scary smiles that says I am about to cause you pain and suffering. Until recently I thought that was the only sort of smile he knew. Now I have seen the post-shagged-into-the-next-world-and-back-again-five-times-in-one-night-dear-god-can-we-please-stop-for-five-minutes-so-I-can-get-my-breath-back-ok-maybe-four-minutes-smile.

Its quite nice.

So I treated him to my best don’t-worry-you-georgeous-slytherin-sex-god-it-will-be-alright-smile. Which is actually quite a complex message to put across in a smile, but he seemed to understand at least part of it, because he relaxed minutely and unbent enough to actually twitch his lips back at me.

So we thanked Lucius for a lovely time, which in my case was loaded with all sorts of innuendo. Couldn’t resist flirting with him a little, and when Severus’ back was turned he did indicate that if I ever got bored with mysentsent partner he would be only too happy to step in. Or indeed not wait until I got bored, and perhaps a threesome?

Dirty little sod.

Impressive really. I mean most men have a one track mind, but that actually means that they can only think about one thing at once and that isn’t necessarily sex. Usually it goes something like food, quidditch, food, food, quidditch, food, food, food, sex. Or maybe that’s just Ron. In Lucius case, I think he is capable of thinking about two things at once, its just that one of things is always sex. Its like parallel thought processes, half the brain is constantly working out when he is next going to get laid, or thinkabouabout his last shag, whilst the other half of his brain is thinking about the usual things like walking, talking, eating and plotting to rule the world.

If he had ever got both parts of his brain to think about ruling the world, suspect we may not have won the war.

Anyway, after suitable goodbyes to all parties, Severus and I apparated to my flat. First half an hour was awful. Consisted of stilted conversation about where to hang cloak, would he like to sit down, would he like a cup of tea? Was tempted to pounce on him if only to break the awful silence. Then he discovered my bookshelves.

They are a work of art.

Discovered fairly early on in career as biblile ile that storage of books was going to be a problem. Managed to save loads of space by downloading the classics off the internet and storing them on my computer, but the - more populist books, shall we say – began to take over the flat. It only got worse when I started at Hogwarts and began acquiring magical texts.

So, spent several months planning the necessary charms, and now have magical bookcases that keep thousands of books neat and tidy and which produce the required books by merely asking for them.

Severus was very impressed. Spent next couple of hours happily discussing the contents of the shelves. Surprisingly well read in Muggle literature, and even more surprisingly also extends to popular culture.

Then moved into kitchen when started cooking dinner. He was fascinated by the fridge, and kept opening and shutting the door to see the light. Unlike Ron he didn’t stand around and watch, but helped out which is another point in his favour. He seems to be housetrained. Food was assembled quickly – pasta for energy – and introduced Severus to muggle custom of eating dinner with plates perched on lap on the sofa. Have dinner table but covered in papers. Would be easy to tidy it up with magic, but would never be able to find anything ever again. Severus found this to be a sensible and reasonable argument for not cleaning up, Ronald never did.

So dinner pleasant, had established that possible to have conversation with Severus and refrain from shagging for at least four hours. Probably something of a record that. Then we moved into more dangerous territory…….