Sweet Soul Music

Same disclaimer - Only the bits that you don’t recognise are my own. The wonderful JK Rowling created all the things that you recognise. The song lyrics belong to Jack Johnson.

Chapter Eleven.

Albus kissed her on the top of her head as he left her rooms and wished her goodnight. She went over to the stereo and stopped the music, time for a change. Heading over to the shelves Cat picked up the CD that Severus had been examining last night. Yep, she was in a Jack Johnson mood. Picking up her wand off the side as she wandered towards her bedroom she lit the candles that were dotted around the room and turned off the main light. “Baggy clothes, a bottle of wine and good music. What more could a girl want?” She rummaged round in her drawers until she found an oversize t-shirt that she sometimes slept in and changed into it. Going into her bathroom she sang along with the music as she washed off her eyeliner and untied her hair. This album always managed to lift her spirits whatever mood she was in.

Settling back down on the sofa she hit repeat on the remote and picked up her glass. Two more songs in she had closed her eyes and was quite happily singing along, letting her mind drift away as she realised the irony of the words:

Your mind is a mess, so is mine, I can’t sleep….

Very true, sleep was the furthest thing from her mind at the moment. Her conversation with Dumbledore had convinced her that whatever was going to happen between her and Severus could only be good. Lost in her own thoughts she didn’t hear the knock the first time.

She was definitely in, he could hear muffled music coming from under the door, so he knocked again a little louder. There was a mumbled expletive followed by her voice.
“Just a moment” there was only one person that it could be. Looking down at what she was wearing she sighed “Sod it, I’m mostly covered and he’s seen it already anyway.” She opened the door standing behind it to see Severus stood there in just a shirt and trousers.
“What no black cape?” she said sarcastically as she showed him in.
“I don’t always wear it you know?” he said to her arching his eyebrow as he took in her appearance “At least I’m wearing some clothes, unlike you it seems”
“I’m wearing something!” she exclaimed defensively.
“Not much” he smirked as she blushed. He was incorrigible. Trying to retain some shred of dignity Cat offered him a seat on the sofa and sat down opposite him, pulling the bottom of her t-shirt down to try and cover herself a little.

“I don’t know why you’re bothering to do that. I know what’s under there” his low voice soft and seductive.
“However, this” placing a finger on her tattoo and lazily tracing the lines “intrigues me” The hairs on the back of her neck stood up at the combination of his touch and the softness of his words. “Did it hurt?”
“Ermm…a bit but not that much really, the finished product was worth it.” she stammered, her concentration gone as his touch followed the pattern further up her thigh.
“Such a beautiful thing” he murmured his eyes focusing on her own.
“Thanks, I designed it myself”
“I didn’t mean the tattoo Cat” He said huskily as he leaned in to kiss her.
The last thing that managed to escape her lips was “Oh”