#7 ~ The Ghost and Lady Snape
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
32
Views:
20,770
Reviews:
261
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Cassandra
Disclaimer: All characters belong to JKR (except Marcus Delaluci). All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 10 ~ Cassandra
Alistar drifted toward the DA classroom, and Marcus’s living area. But he wouldn’t be feasting on dragon power tonight. From Severus’ office Marcus had flooed to a side hall that opened on to the Hogwarts grounds and beat a hasty retreat from the castle. He didn’t have a woman to fuck for protection, and he wasn’t taking any chances of that thing swooping down on him while he slept. He was now in Hogsmeade at the Three Broomsticks, nursing a firewhiskey. He rented a room for the night. He’d return to conduct classes in the morning.
Marcus was sitting in a booth, and eyeing a beautiful black witch in a floral dress. She had the most alluring, accent when she spoke to her companion, a lilting sing-song voice that made Marcus wonder how delicious his name would sound on her lips. When she stood and walked to the bar, he saw that her body was very curvaceous, with an ass out to here.
“Hm. A lot of cushion for the pushin’,” he thought, as the woman made her way back to the table, two pumpkin juices in her hands. They made eye contact before she sat down. Her eyes were the color of honey. Marcus grinned sexily and telescoped his eyes at her. She looked at him a moment, then shook her head wryly and sat back down, sliding her companion’s drink across the table. Her companion was a white witch, small and a little mousy, and the two chatted as Marcus watched the woman intensely. She wasn’t from here, he could tell. For the next couple of hours, Marcus nursed his drinks, his eyes darting around the inn, but always falling back on the black witch. Finally, the woman said something to her companion, rose and walked over to his table. Bingo.
She sat down across from him, her honey eyes meeting his violet ones.
“Why you looking at me so, dragon man?” she asked in a rich, Jamaican brogue, “you want something?”
Marcus was taken aback. She knew he had dragon ancestry. His shock must have registered on his face because the woman laughed, a hearty, sultry rich sound.
“Don’t be so shocked, man. I am Obeah. Obeah is different from witch. Your secret is safe with me. Obeah hold many secrets greater than dragon’s blood in a man’s veins. My name is Cassandra, in case you’d like to know.”
“Marcus,” he said shortly. For the first time, he was at a loss as what to say to a woman.
“Marcus,” she repeated, smiling at him, “that’s how it sounds, when I say it, man.”
Marcus grinned a little guiltily. Was his lust that obvious? Probably. He’d never hidden it before and wasn’t about to begin now. It worked for him. He recovered a little. Just a glitch.
“You’re beautiful,” Marcus said, his violet eyes telescoping as he studied her face.
She smiled at him, “Many men have told me that, Marcus.”
“Many men have told you the truth, then, Cassandra.” the blonde wizard replied, leaning forward a little.
The Obeah considered him. “And what is your truth, Marcus?” she asked, her eyes intense now, as if reading him.
“My truth is I would like to take you to my rooms and show you how a dragon man treats a beautiful Obeah,” he replied, his voice dropping low and becoming seductive.
The woman laughed again, leaning back in her chair, giving Marcus a delicious view of her cleavage.
“You are honest, yes,” she said, “but you can’t have Cassandra that way, you know. I am a woman a man takes time to know, Marcus. Even a sexy dragon man must bide his time and court me properly,” She gave him a level look. “But if you want to touch Cassandra, then give me your hand.”
Marcus reached out his hand, and Cassandra grasped it, turning it over so it was palm up. Her hands were soft and warm, like sun on the sand. She ran two fingers over Marcus’ palm. Staring at it intensely. Her eyes glowed for a moment, then she looked up at him soberly.
“Aye, Marcus. You are a dark one. Around you is an ocean of blood. You have taken many lives in the course of your duties. You have taken many women too, in good ways and in bad ways. You are almost evil, Marcus. Almost, but not quite.”
Marcus simply stared at her. There was nothing else he could do, her voice and her eyes had him mesmerized as she read the truth of his life out of his hand. She looked down again and her voice took on a hollow tone as her eyes unfocused.
“There is a great battle coming. The Serpent, the Dragon and the Lioness united, but uneasy, wary of each other. All powerful, all containing darkness, seeking to destroy a greater darkness. All will find what they fear most. The fear is more dangerous than the Enemy.”
She hesitated. “There is love, it is strong. And there is old blood that too, is strong. But there is Hatred, an old powerful Hatred, that is also strong and will be stronger. Others will be waiting in that place also, waiting for the three to recognize themselves against the one. Then they will come, and the battle be decided”
She released Marcus’ hand, her eyes meeting his with a hint of sadness.
“You are a dark one, dragon man, and love the face of death. You seek to kiss it every day, believing that specter will bring you absolution, free you from the dark. Other than that, you seek only pleasure. Death and pleasure are your treasures. There is nothing else for you, and it is sad.”
The Obeah rose from the table.
“But even darkness contains a bit of light, man. If you survive, send me an owl to the Islands. Maybe Obeah can show you that light. Good-bye, dragon man. And good luck.”
Cassandra turned and walked back to her table. She bent over to her friend and whispered something in her ear. The witch rose. Cassandra gave Marcus a final sober look, and they both exited the inn.
Marcus watched the woman leave. He had never had the tables turned on him like this. He was always the one who made women wait until he came for them. An Obeah. Heh. A woman like that wouldn’t allow him any secrets. A woman like that wouldn’t let him walk away. Two very bad possibilities as far as he was concerned. Still, he would like to fuck her one good time, bury himself in that chocolate body, look into those honey eyes and listen to her rich voice chant his name like an exotic incantation. He sighed. That wasn’t happening anytime time soon, for sure, if ever.
He didn’t want to dwell on what she told him, so he ordered a double-shot of firewhiskey and drank it down quickly. The wizard left some money on the table, and ascended the stairs leading to his room.
Upon entering, he securely warded the door and divestoed his clothing, too tired to undress manually. He was asleep as soon as he hit the pillow.
Luckily, he didn’t remember his dreams.
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A/N: Felt like Marcus needed a chapter of his own. Cassandra is pretty interesting. An Obeah is a female witch doctor. Second sight and voodoo are their specialties. They are known to be able to take away a man’s nature, make him impotent until he acts right. If Marcus tangles with her, there could be repercussions. But that, my friends…is another story. Please review
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Chapter 10 ~ Cassandra
Alistar drifted toward the DA classroom, and Marcus’s living area. But he wouldn’t be feasting on dragon power tonight. From Severus’ office Marcus had flooed to a side hall that opened on to the Hogwarts grounds and beat a hasty retreat from the castle. He didn’t have a woman to fuck for protection, and he wasn’t taking any chances of that thing swooping down on him while he slept. He was now in Hogsmeade at the Three Broomsticks, nursing a firewhiskey. He rented a room for the night. He’d return to conduct classes in the morning.
Marcus was sitting in a booth, and eyeing a beautiful black witch in a floral dress. She had the most alluring, accent when she spoke to her companion, a lilting sing-song voice that made Marcus wonder how delicious his name would sound on her lips. When she stood and walked to the bar, he saw that her body was very curvaceous, with an ass out to here.
“Hm. A lot of cushion for the pushin’,” he thought, as the woman made her way back to the table, two pumpkin juices in her hands. They made eye contact before she sat down. Her eyes were the color of honey. Marcus grinned sexily and telescoped his eyes at her. She looked at him a moment, then shook her head wryly and sat back down, sliding her companion’s drink across the table. Her companion was a white witch, small and a little mousy, and the two chatted as Marcus watched the woman intensely. She wasn’t from here, he could tell. For the next couple of hours, Marcus nursed his drinks, his eyes darting around the inn, but always falling back on the black witch. Finally, the woman said something to her companion, rose and walked over to his table. Bingo.
She sat down across from him, her honey eyes meeting his violet ones.
“Why you looking at me so, dragon man?” she asked in a rich, Jamaican brogue, “you want something?”
Marcus was taken aback. She knew he had dragon ancestry. His shock must have registered on his face because the woman laughed, a hearty, sultry rich sound.
“Don’t be so shocked, man. I am Obeah. Obeah is different from witch. Your secret is safe with me. Obeah hold many secrets greater than dragon’s blood in a man’s veins. My name is Cassandra, in case you’d like to know.”
“Marcus,” he said shortly. For the first time, he was at a loss as what to say to a woman.
“Marcus,” she repeated, smiling at him, “that’s how it sounds, when I say it, man.”
Marcus grinned a little guiltily. Was his lust that obvious? Probably. He’d never hidden it before and wasn’t about to begin now. It worked for him. He recovered a little. Just a glitch.
“You’re beautiful,” Marcus said, his violet eyes telescoping as he studied her face.
She smiled at him, “Many men have told me that, Marcus.”
“Many men have told you the truth, then, Cassandra.” the blonde wizard replied, leaning forward a little.
The Obeah considered him. “And what is your truth, Marcus?” she asked, her eyes intense now, as if reading him.
“My truth is I would like to take you to my rooms and show you how a dragon man treats a beautiful Obeah,” he replied, his voice dropping low and becoming seductive.
The woman laughed again, leaning back in her chair, giving Marcus a delicious view of her cleavage.
“You are honest, yes,” she said, “but you can’t have Cassandra that way, you know. I am a woman a man takes time to know, Marcus. Even a sexy dragon man must bide his time and court me properly,” She gave him a level look. “But if you want to touch Cassandra, then give me your hand.”
Marcus reached out his hand, and Cassandra grasped it, turning it over so it was palm up. Her hands were soft and warm, like sun on the sand. She ran two fingers over Marcus’ palm. Staring at it intensely. Her eyes glowed for a moment, then she looked up at him soberly.
“Aye, Marcus. You are a dark one. Around you is an ocean of blood. You have taken many lives in the course of your duties. You have taken many women too, in good ways and in bad ways. You are almost evil, Marcus. Almost, but not quite.”
Marcus simply stared at her. There was nothing else he could do, her voice and her eyes had him mesmerized as she read the truth of his life out of his hand. She looked down again and her voice took on a hollow tone as her eyes unfocused.
“There is a great battle coming. The Serpent, the Dragon and the Lioness united, but uneasy, wary of each other. All powerful, all containing darkness, seeking to destroy a greater darkness. All will find what they fear most. The fear is more dangerous than the Enemy.”
She hesitated. “There is love, it is strong. And there is old blood that too, is strong. But there is Hatred, an old powerful Hatred, that is also strong and will be stronger. Others will be waiting in that place also, waiting for the three to recognize themselves against the one. Then they will come, and the battle be decided”
She released Marcus’ hand, her eyes meeting his with a hint of sadness.
“You are a dark one, dragon man, and love the face of death. You seek to kiss it every day, believing that specter will bring you absolution, free you from the dark. Other than that, you seek only pleasure. Death and pleasure are your treasures. There is nothing else for you, and it is sad.”
The Obeah rose from the table.
“But even darkness contains a bit of light, man. If you survive, send me an owl to the Islands. Maybe Obeah can show you that light. Good-bye, dragon man. And good luck.”
Cassandra turned and walked back to her table. She bent over to her friend and whispered something in her ear. The witch rose. Cassandra gave Marcus a final sober look, and they both exited the inn.
Marcus watched the woman leave. He had never had the tables turned on him like this. He was always the one who made women wait until he came for them. An Obeah. Heh. A woman like that wouldn’t allow him any secrets. A woman like that wouldn’t let him walk away. Two very bad possibilities as far as he was concerned. Still, he would like to fuck her one good time, bury himself in that chocolate body, look into those honey eyes and listen to her rich voice chant his name like an exotic incantation. He sighed. That wasn’t happening anytime time soon, for sure, if ever.
He didn’t want to dwell on what she told him, so he ordered a double-shot of firewhiskey and drank it down quickly. The wizard left some money on the table, and ascended the stairs leading to his room.
Upon entering, he securely warded the door and divestoed his clothing, too tired to undress manually. He was asleep as soon as he hit the pillow.
Luckily, he didn’t remember his dreams.
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A/N: Felt like Marcus needed a chapter of his own. Cassandra is pretty interesting. An Obeah is a female witch doctor. Second sight and voodoo are their specialties. They are known to be able to take away a man’s nature, make him impotent until he acts right. If Marcus tangles with her, there could be repercussions. But that, my friends…is another story. Please review