Bump in the night plus...

hi, please review if you read this, so I know whether or not to persevere with this fanfiction malarky.


Rose stood idly behind the counter of “Robertson’s Robes of distinction”, filing her nails and sipping a coffee to relieve the boredom. She was alone in the shop again while her fellow seamstress and master tailor (or mistress tailor depending on how you look at it) Jen had gone off on a buying trip to Manchester with the eponymous Mr Robertson in search of, as he put it “the finest and most luxurious robe fabrics known to wizard kind, fabric fit for a king”.
What he really meant, she thought, was the cheapest cloth he could get away with passing off as quality without getting hexed by his clientele, and by fit for a king, fit for a lord was probably closer to the truth since increasingly the customers had tended to be a string of purebloods with dubious reputations, along with a spattering of thuggish looking “gentlemen” who’s crude and obvious sense of humour left little doubt as to their political leanings.

That was how Rose and Jen came to be sworn into the secret organisation known as the order of the phoenix, after a couple of strangers had come in following some of her regulars and spoken in hushed tones about the importance of reliable information. Of course she was more than willing to help, she’d had many muggle born friends and being half blooded had the usual concerns about the future, and as she had said to the order, the men who come into Robertson’s don’t notice “the staff” they’re kind of people who believe servants are there to not be seen or heard and naturally assume that they neither see nor hear. Jen had agreed and told Rose she thought that one of the order guys was rather dashing. Rose herself had sighed and said “You think they’re all rather dashing. He’s probably gay.” She got a punch in the arm for that, and they’d laughed for ages.


So today she was waiting for the next appointment to arrive, she’d just raised a chocolate digestive to her mouth when the shop bell rang. Sadly she put it down onto her plate and straightened up.

“Good afternoon gentlemen, welcome to Robertson’s robes of distinction.” she spoke, taking in the two men who had entered the shop. One she had not met before, a tall arrogant looking blond man who’s long hair and fine featured face made him a strikingly handsome prospect. His companion she did not need to take time over, but spent the appropriate amount of time running her eyes over him. She knew the black hair, sun-starved pale skin and prominent nose, and felt a small knot of anticipation in between her legs, remembering the last time she’d seen Severus Snape, but forced it down and focused as she felt would be most appropriate on the icy blond. She smiled her best sycophantic smile, “how may I be of service to you today?”

She felt mentally undressed by this new wizard but maintained composure as he looked at his companion and spoke as if she weren’t there,

“How delightful Severus, I heard that Robertson had some pretty little things in the shop these days but really, quite lovely.” He turned his attention to her finally, “Now my dear, I am come to be fitted for some dress robes for a very special occasion, I shall be I need of your best work.” He gave her a leering smile while Snape remained silently impassive.

“Do you have an appointment sir?” she said, looking down at the diary.

“Of course, I am Lucius Malfoy, and you must be the lovely Rose, and you are quite as lovely as your name.” he bowed handing her a small card with the appointment noted on and her own name in lilac ink.
While he was bowed she glanced up over his shoulder at Snape who raised his eye brows at her.

“Ah Mr Malfoy, of course, a pleasure to meet you sir” she slammed the appointments diary shut; “it appears you are the only appointment this afternoon so you will have my undivided attention. This way if you please gentlemen.” she Gestured toward the fitting area towards the back of the shop floor. “Now Mr Malfoy if you would stand here,” she gently manoeuvred him into the central spot on the floor, “and you sir, Mr….?” she looked over at Snape, expecting him to introduce himself but stony silence remained. “Please take a seat”.
He did so and leaned back looking bored.

“Come along Severus, manners! This is Professor Severus Snape a master at Hogwarts school, I’m afraid he is not so accustomed to dealing with pretty young ladies as I.” He smiled the kind of smile she was sure meant he was used to having ‘pretty young ladies’ falling at his feet. She was unimpressed but played the game.

“Oh sir really!” she giggled girlishly and battered her eyelids at Malfoy. He seemed pleased and began to chatter away to Snape, once again as if she had vanished from the room.

Rose accioed her tape measure and charmed note pad to begin taking measurements.
“Now sir will you please place your feet slightly further apart, and I’ll take the final measure, we just need to get the length of the leg.” Kneeling down she prepared to run the tape along Malfoy’s inside leg seam.

“Ah, now Snape was there ever a nicer view, than a young lady on her knees before you!” Looking up she could see the self satisfied smirk on the wizard’s face, shifting her gaze to straight ahead where she could see between the long slender legs she observed the scowling face of the man in question.
“I’m sure Narcissa would be pleased to hear you’re thinking of her even now Lucius.” He spoke coldly and Rose stifled a snort of laughter as she imagined the sour look that was probably now playing across her clients features.
“Jealous Severus? Well I suppose going home to a cold bed nightly must be less than pleasing.”

Finishing up, she pushed herself up from her knees and brushed herself off,
“There we are, all done Mr Malfoy sir. You’ve pre arranged the fabric I believe so I’ll get onto the job as soon as possible. The garments should be finished by next weekend, I’ll make extra sure of the quality for a well dressed gentleman such as yourself.” She gave her best work smile, which achieved humility and flirtatiousness in equal measure. This seemed to restore the icy blond’s ego as he bowed slightly gesturing to his companion it was time to leave.

“Very good, my thanks for your delicate attentions Miss; I shall look forward to trying out your best work.” He fussed briefly with his robes and hair, reminding Rose of some kind of exotic bird preening, before turning and opening the doors to leave, “now, I’m afraid we’re rather late we must be going, until next time my dear.”


A short while later……

Rose was clearing up for the end of the day, humming quietly to her self and tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, when the door bell jingled once again announcing the presence of a new customer. She straightened up and turned to the door,
“Severus! Back so soon? Have you changed you mind about a new set of robes?” she leaned to look behind him, checking for company but finding the pair of them alone.

“No, I have apparently mislaid my wallet.” He said holding the offending article, so that she could see but any onlooker from outside would not. “I’ve come back in hope you might be able to assist me in finding it.”

“And your friend?”

“Malfoy?!” Snape snorted, “He is currently engaged in heated debate with his wife as to why we arrived late to meet her; I believe he will be occupied for some time.” Snape’s lip twitched with the hint of a smile.

“well I was just locking up, I’m sure you wont mind and perhaps we might find what you’re looking for in the back room” She pointed her wand at the door and locked it, with a quick flick of her wrist she turned the door sign to ‘occupied with fitting please ring for attention.’.

Once in the back room of the shop Rose hopped up to perch on the edge of large pattern cutting table, which was already spread with the most expensive material in the shop in preparation for work beginning on Malfoy’s new Robes. Sitting on the edge of the table, she leaned back slightly, hands smoothing the thick material on either side of her.
“Ok, Professor Snape,” she mocked his earlier companions tone, “To what do I really owe this visit?”

Snape who had begun to pace the floor in front of her, stopped and looked her,
“I think we need to talk Rose.” His tone was serious and caused her to lose the small playful smile she’d been sporting.

“Oh. Ok go on.” She looked at her lap.

“I should apologise for what happened, between us. It was a mistake, I’m sure you’ll agree.”
He was standing in front of her now, looking at her while she steadfastly stared at her fingernails, considering a response. On receiving no immediate response he cleared his throat, hoping to illicit some kind of acknowledgment.

Eventually the witch lifted her head again, and dragged her hands down her cheeks breathing deeply before speaking.
“No actually. I don’t agree. I’ve got no idea why you’d feel the need to apologise, I initiated things and there’s no way you can tell me you didn’t enjoy it.”

“Yes well, enjoyment is beside the point.”

“So is it the situation then? The war? I understand that things might be difficult, certainly dangerous but I’m willing to chance it.”

“You’ve got no idea, no idea, about how bad things may get, aside from the danger you’re already in from the dark lords followers, associating yourself with me will not get you any favour within the order.” He slumped forward slightly, resting one hand now on the table beside the girls own hand.

“I don’t think I’m in Sirius’s best books as it is. And what goes on in my private life is really not any of anyone else’s business.”

“Have you never listened to the things they say about me? All the things I’ve done?”

“I’ve heard, childish name calling doesn’t really impress me, since I’m not a teenager anymore. And being frank, I have heard about things you’ve done and supposedly done, but again all I’m really interested in is what you’re doing now and in the future.”
She moved her hand over his, running her thumb lightly over his knuckles until he pulled it away sharply.
“How can you be interested in me? Greasy Snape, the great slytherin bat?” He looked her in the face hard, daring her to speak, with a look anticipating a quarrel.

“Don’t be ridiculous Severus, I’m not going to massage your ego all day, we can save that for another time! Besides look at me, I’m hardly going to make the centre fold of play wizard myself.”

“It is hardly the same.” He shook his head slowly, despairingly.

Rose once again took his larger hands in hers,
“You’re wasting time. Are you going to kiss me or not?”
Snape regarded her again, slightly messy brown hair, hazel eyes with the beginnings of a light frown line between them, from when she was concentrated hard. He remembered how good her plump lips had felt on his skin. As he inspected her Rose slipped her hands up along his arms, resting against his chest before gently stroking down his sides. Her slight touch was so intimate a gesture he decided, for once to make the decision to throw caution to the wind.

As they kissed and Rose closed her eyes to sink into the sensation as she moved her thighs apart so as to accommodate him in closer to her body, they pressed together hungrily, his hands sliding over her hips and waist, hers pulling him closer, searching for a way under his black outer robes and shirt, needing to feel the warmth of skin under her fingertips.
When his lips pulled away from hers she leaned forward trying to recapture the fire that had been set on their surface. She moaned quietly as his teasing tongue led a path of tiny nips and kisses along her neck to behind her ear. Leaning her cheek against his thick hair she murmured
“How long have we got? I can’t bear to start something we can’t finish”
He moved back slightly so as to grip her face in his hands, seeing the dark lust which had ignited behind his almost black eyes further quickened her breathing and she bit her lip.
“Not long, but long enough I think” he pushed her back forcefully so that she was lying, now flat on the table with her legs hanging off it. Snape pushed up her skirts exposing the pink flesh of her thighs, higher he moved his hands, and once again with her eyes closed concentrating on the sensations Rose felt the small calluses that lay on his fingers and palms rough against her smooth skin. Her breath hitched as she felt the heavy fabric of her attire reach her waist. Forcing herself to open her eyes a crack she watched as the dark wizard smoothed his palm over the silk of her knickers, his lips curled at one side in a half grin as he looked up from observing his own actions to meet her eyes. And she knew without legilimancy what he was thinking.

“I hope you’ve got you’re best ones on too this time!” she laughed and leaned back again. Then “ooh” as the cold air hit her skin following a quickly spoken spell by her lover left her bereft of her clothing.
“You know this could make a real mess of Mr Malfoy’s robe fabric.” She said, gasping at the rough feel of his still clothed body leaning heavily against her, his hand now tracing a path up her stomach’s slight curve and between her breasts.

“I sincerely hope so.” He spoke almost purring now, as she pulled him in wrapping her legs around his waist.

“Please Severus, take off those robes, I need to feel you!” she pushed herself into a sitting position, trying to push off his clothing.
“Patience witch,” she grinned a thoroughly wicked grin as he vanished his own clothing leaving them both only in underwear, Severus fitting snugly between her legs with the very obvious evidence of arousal rubbing tortuously against her sensitive core.
She lavished kisses over his chest, licking the small hard nipples, loving the feeling of the ticking sparse black hairs which peppered his torso. Her hands ran again lightly over his sides and he murmured in appreciation, tangling his fingers in her hair, pulling lightly as her hands reached his buttocks,

“Much better” she whispered into the lean muscle of his chest, as she cupped and squeezed lightly his cheeks, encased in snug fitting cotton boxers today.
Her fingers roamed further around to the front and as she wrapped her hand around the straining erection held within, her head was jerked back by her hair to allow a new assault of searing kisses, tongues mixing and battling as the sizable organ in her grip seemed to impossibly harden further.

Bodies pushed together and skin glowed with heat and a light sheen of perspiration.
Rose was clinging around his neck, legs squeezing his waist still, so firmly that when he stepped back from the table he carried her with him. Pushing the piles of soft, thick fabric off the surface and onto the floor Severus quickly dropped down onto his knees ontop of it, laying Rose on her back so that he could cover her completely.

Now both were writhing against the other, their remaining clothing baring the way to completion. Hooking her thumbs into the waist band Rose managed to push down his pants till they were round his knees and she felt the rigid length of his cock spring forward against her stomach. Snape kicked off the restricting garment and pulled at the ties which fastened the sides of Roses scant lingerie.
He teasingly positioned himself at her entrance gathering the slickness there and moving slowly over her folds and swollen clit.

“Don’t, don’t” She gasped moving beneath him trying to gain a purchase and pull him into her.

“Don’t what Rose? we can stop if you want to?” he was teasing her, as he placed light kisses across her collar bone, and down over her flushed pink breast.

“Ah! Don’t be so cruel, I want you, I want you to come inside me!”

He didn’t speak but covered her mouth once again with his own as he thrust hard into her waiting channel. Moaning deeply as he pulled back and thrust in again hard.

Steadily building a punishing rhythm Rose pushed up as hard as she could against his pelvis as she felt the coil of heat building in her abdomen. She looked straight into his eyes, dark and heavy lidded. And as their eyes met he saw she was surly close to orgasm, bending his head down to suckle her peaked over sensitized nipple they both felt her inner walls beginning to contract, pulsing against and around his member. He bit down gently and she cried out,
“Oh gods, oh yes, Severus yesssssss!”
Lifting his head once again he saw her face blushed red and eyes half closed in sleepy ecstasy which combined with her repeating his name softly caused his to quickly feel his balls tighten as he began to lose the rhythm of his hips, becoming overtaken, out of control he groaned loud and from the very depth of himself.
As Rose felt his whole body tighten, she pulled him in closer still as she felt his spasms inside her.

They both lay breathing heavily side by side on the floor, until after a few moments Snape turned onto his side to face the thoroughly shagged looking woman next to him, fingering the crushed padded fabric between them he leaned in close to her ear,

“I’m afraid you were right it appears we have indeed quite ruined Malfoy’s new Robe.”