Dirty deeds

11 January

Actually managed to leave bed the next day. Went shopping in Diagon Alley for books. Severus likes books almost as much as sex. I am the same. It’s probably the only way you could get us to leave the flat for more than a ten minute run to the shops for milk.

Went in Flourish and Botts and bought new copy of Wizarding kama Sutra. Expect Ron’s need greater than mine so not going to ask for old copy back. Also suspect that uses it as wanking material and that pages could consequently get sticky. Also purchased a couple of other books of an advanced nature. Shop assistant winked at me when I was paying for them which didn’t go down very well with Severus.

Parked him in the potions section of the bookship whilst I looked at a pair of shoes across the road. Very nice – red and slutty and perfect for the party next week. Can’t keep borrowing Ginny’s stuff. Have yet to break news to Severus that shagging time will be curtailed by part at Lucius’s but had decided to do so at weakest moment and remind him would be wearing very sexy dress and could always find nice corner somewhere for a quickie. Or two if it’s a very long party.

Have very fond memories of the New year’s party and that wall!

Bumped into Pansy who was looking odd. She had stopped wearing those silly pink frilly outfits, and had stripped off some of the make-up so she no longer looked like a demented panda who had been in a fight and lost badly. Bitter experience of the way boys behave when they lose a scrap meant that often expected her to pipe up with something to the effect that you should have seen the other panda.

She seemed a bit worried about something and asked me to have lunch with her on Wednesday. Was due to have day off and go shopping with Ginny. Pansy fine about that and wanted Ginny to come to. Deduction: wants inside advice on how to handle Ron. Best sources of information sister and ex-girlfriend. Hence sudden civility. Willing to help the poor girl, although must wonder about her taste. Still can’t expect anything better from girl who wears pink frills.

Lunch engagement arranged was free to go and pick up Severus. Was getting fretful so took him off for lunch. On the way to the restaurant he suddenly said that he would meet me there as he had something to take care of. Did wonder what he was up to, but doubt he will be able to keep secrets for long.

Turned up fifteen minutes later to the restaurant looking shifty. Made mental note to pursue matter later. Sometimes with boys it’s best to let it ride for a bit. They get so narked that you aren’t nagging them morning, noon and night that they just cough to the lot. Best technique to be used where not actually certain that the little buggers have been up to anything in particular, but where you know on general principles that they must have done something wrong ie lips moving, breathing, talking and walking.

Learned that from the way Molly behaved with the boys. Wonder if aurorve eve ever thought of taking interrogation lessons from her. Brilliant technique. Well, techniques really, as doesn’t use just the one style. There is the pointed question, or in desperate cases the pointed question with meaningful look. Her favourite method is of course the cross-examination with constant references to previous inconsistencies. Or Sunday lunch as it is usually known. A couple of hours of that and you would be willing to confess to anything just as long as she would please please stop. Had many a happy hour watching Ron squirm at his mother’s lunch table, and took the opportunity to learn at the feet of a master. Should be mistress really, but we all know that means something else these days. Yet another example of life being unfair – there really isn’t a name for powerful women. Other than Molly, Hermione, and Ginny.

Wonder if we can train Pansy to be marginally less pleasing to men and a little more
bossy. Could be fun, and would obviously be doing it for entirely selfless reasons and nothing to do with making the little-willied ginger tosser’s life a living hell. Just imagine it though – thinks he’s moved from bossy cow to pliant woman and gets shock of a lifetime.

Have long way to go before achieve Molly’s heights and not sure that I want to. On the whole, the price of knowing everything that goes on in her mens’ lives is that she has to do all their thinking for them. Like Severus to have independent thought, so can decide that the rubbish bin needs taking out all on his little own and without me having to nag him to do so.

Have gone for more subtle and complex approach of allowing Severus independent thought – which carries the risk that he might actually do some independent thinking – but has rewards – the rubbish gets taken out.

Lunch was protracted affair with seven courses and three bottles of wine between us. So posh that the starters were called ameuses geules, although didn’t find anything particularly ameusing about them. Didn’t do tricks, nothing.

Fabulous petits fours. Made marzipan fruits look old hat. May have offended owner by asking for a doggy bag but who cares at those prices. Nearly too pissed to apparate, but was just under legal limit by the time we had eaten the petit fours.

Feeling very giggly and silly by the time we got home. Collapsed on sofa and just contemplated our full tummies for a bit. Shagging was out of the question – too much like hard work. Eventually lunch had settled enough to make it into the bedroom.

Explained to him about party. Initial reluctance overcome as expected when mentioned possibility of kinky sex against walls. Mentioned my Ginny and Lucius theory to him and his considered opinion was who cares, now come over here and take off all your clothes. Could see his point almost immediately and a very nice point it is too.

Both feeling warm and fuzzy and didn’t have the energy to do anything too athletic. Would say that we settled for a comfort shag, except Severus was amazing as usual and turned it into slow, languorous love making.

Probably too early in relationship to start thinking about marriage, but when you really think about it we’ve known each for eight years and Severus isn’t getting any younger. Will have to talk to girls about tactics. Pansy likely to be more helpful here, as Ginny never wanted to marry anyone and considers wanting to leave a toothbrush in her bedroom as being uncomfortably like commitment.

Shudder to think of state of her shag’s teeth – good job they don’t last more than a couple of weeks as they would be getting dreadful fillings.