Valentine Devilry

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Chapter Twelve

“So tell me, Miss Granger, what has happened to have made you so happy?”
“You noticed?”
“Hardly anyone could have missed the revolting display of happiness the diners were subjected to this morning unless they were blind or were wearing extremely thick sunglasses; you were practically glowing with happiness.”, he says with a scowl as if my happiness was contagious and he’d somehow start glowing too. As if glowing would suit his sallow complexion; on second thoughts I wouldn’t want him to be happy; half his charm is his melancholy looks and …

“You still haven’t told me what made you so happy.”
“Oh that. I think I have found the perfect ingredients for the potion.”
“You think so? Let’s hear it then.”

I launch into a lengthy and detailed discourse about the ingrnts nts and why I thought they would help. All this while he’s either nodding or looking at me with narrow eyes – deep in concentration. At the end of it, he has a ghost of a smile on his face.

“You know, Miss Granger, it might just work.”
“I knew it!”
“But the work has just started. Today is Monday. By Friday you need to prepare the potion; to know the exact proportion of the ingredients and also if there is any other ingredient you might need. The ones which you have in mind are easily available and I think I have all of those except ashwinder eggs for obvious reasons.”

My mind drifts to the scene back in my second year. How He had looked when Lockhart had tried to encourage students to ask Him how to make love potions. Positively dangerous. I can’t help but snigger. The response is a raised eyebrow. I try to compose myself and mutter a “Yes Professor” before leaving hurriedly and laugh in peace.


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The next four days find me devoting all my free time to developing this potion apart from my classes that is. Since even the teachers didn’t give much homework; perhaps influenced by the love in the air – as lavender put it – I had loads of free time on my hands. And I put it all in developing the potion.

The potion making was pretty mundane except for the fact that I was working in Severus’ private lab which was amazingly well stocked and comfortable. I was happy. More so because of His closeness. Though He said he’d be busy and I’d have to make the potion myself but more often than not He was there when I reached His lab. He didn’t generally help me. He’d just sit at his desk and grade papers or bend over a cauldron making potions. But all the while, even with my back towards Him I can sense His eyes boring in my skull.

This entire potion making has given me time to think and sort out my feelings which have been pretty topsy-turvy lately. My feelings concerning a certain tall, ebony haired especially sexy professor that is. I am in a dilemma as to what to do with my newly discovered feelings for Severus Snape. What do I do when I have to be in such close quarters with the object of my affection and desire day in and day out? I haven’t yet ascertained the origin of these feelings but I know that they’re here to stay. This is no ordinary crush, though I don’t deny that sexual attraction is very much there. Who in their right mind won’t fall for him- the Slytherin sex god? Hmm don’t answer that. In the past few days I have come to really appreciate his mind apart from his body. I knew that He’s a master of his field but such grasp wasn’t humanly possible. He anticipates my questions and answers them even before I ask them.

In short I have come to respect him and lust for him all at once. This is such a confusing jumble of my sentiments. I don’t know what to do, whom to turn to? Surely Ron and Harry would die rather than let me pursue the ‘snarky bastard’. How do I make them understand that this snarky is sexy for me? That I find his movements, his eyes, his everything so erotic. That I get turned on by the mere sound of His voice. That I have fallen for Him. They won’t understand. Heck, even I don’t understand.

I can’t even decide whether to let Him know of my feelings or not. I can’t make out whether He likes me or hasn’t even noticed that I’m a girl. I am still wondering about this. I am now feeling very tired since I’ve been stirring the cauldron for the past hour. The place where my neck and shoulders meet is especially tender. I can’t reach and massage it with my hands as I still have to stir. I am trying to rotate my neck to alleviate the pain but it is not helping. Then suddenly I feel something warm on my skin. It’s moving in circles. It’s His hands. Those long smooth fingers massaging my neck. Ooooooooooooh . I can’t help but purr with gratification. I almost forget the potion and my grip on the ladle starts to slacken. I feel one of His hands leave my neck. I start to protest when I feel that hand on top of mine, guiding me to stir. I lean towards my back and inhale his aroma – masculine and spicy. Mmmmmm.

We stay like this for what seemed to me like forever when in reality it was only half an hour. By the time the potion was complete I was in a trance conscious only of his hands on my body and his essence. He gently nudged me and asked me if I would like to eat something before going to bed?

I remember saying no and the next thing I know I am in my bed.


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A/N:: A chapter a day guys. Just two more to go before the epilogue which is where the lemons are. So hang in there. And please-please-please-please review while you’re here :D

Kiristeen :: I hope you’ll get some explosives in the next chapter : )

Cheers !!
Sohara