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I Alone Love You
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Adult ++
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Category:
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
2,330
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
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.
The Garden
He wasn’t sure why he was here. It was illegal. Illegal and dirty, and went completely against anything he ever would have thought to do in his whole life. His pressed his knees together and schooled his face into his trademark look of disapproval.
“I promise, sir, you won’t be disappointed. I have just the one you’re looking for!” the scummy looking proprietor of this… establishment assured him. Severus felt his lips curl as he drummed his fingers on his thighs.
The man didn’t know who he was sitting with. It was amazing, Severus thought. He seemed to show this sugary, dripping amount of respect to anyone who walked in. Respect that should be earned. Respect that was most assuredly not earned by anyone who walked in here at all.
Then why, he wondered, did he feel he had earned the respect here? He was contemplating that when the scummy man scurried back into the room. His greasy gray hair flopped into his darting brown eyes, and his tiny nose twitched. The overall affect was not unlike a mouse, caught in the flour jar.
He squirmed on the couch, listening to it creak beneath him. The door opened, and a girl, no older than sixteen came in. She had long, shining blonde hair and sparkling brown eyes.
But her smile was pasted on. It held no joy. She sat next to him on the couch, and he saw her long, slender legs as the miniscule skirt she was wearing slipped up a few inches. Her shirt left little to the imagination as well.
“What’s your name?” he managed to mumble. Her face clouded for just a brief second.
“Iris,”
“Hello, Iris.” He cleared his throat, just as the door opened again. The scummy man scurried in and sat in a chair. He patted his lap. Mechanically, Iris sat down on it. He cuddled the girl, stroking her hair.
“Do you like her?” he jerked his head towards the girl.
“I suppose,” Severus shifted. “Is the one you promised me ready?”
“Very nearly. Would you like Iris here to take you upstairs and… recite for you until she is ready?”
Severus saw the sad, shattered look glimmer in Iris’s brown eyes. He shook his head slowly.
“That won’t be needed.”
“All right,” he shrugged. Iris seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
**
She was in a tub full of water. Fresh, clean, clear water such as she didn’t recall ever having seen. She let it sift through her fingers. Her head ached, and her eyes stung. She wasn’t used to so much light surrounding her.
The door opened, and she scrambled back in the tub, pulling her knees up and crossing her arms over her chest. Her eyes darted around looking for a path of escape as water sloshed over the side of the tub.
“There you are,” a sweet voice said. She looked up and met the kind hazel eyes of a golden haired girl. She knew her. She’d been one of the one’s that was taken away not long ago.
“I was hoping I’d get to talk to you before Leon came in.”
“Where am I?” her voice was raspy and harsh in her throat and made it ache.
“Don’t you know? This is The Garden.”
“I promise, sir, you won’t be disappointed. I have just the one you’re looking for!” the scummy looking proprietor of this… establishment assured him. Severus felt his lips curl as he drummed his fingers on his thighs.
The man didn’t know who he was sitting with. It was amazing, Severus thought. He seemed to show this sugary, dripping amount of respect to anyone who walked in. Respect that should be earned. Respect that was most assuredly not earned by anyone who walked in here at all.
Then why, he wondered, did he feel he had earned the respect here? He was contemplating that when the scummy man scurried back into the room. His greasy gray hair flopped into his darting brown eyes, and his tiny nose twitched. The overall affect was not unlike a mouse, caught in the flour jar.
He squirmed on the couch, listening to it creak beneath him. The door opened, and a girl, no older than sixteen came in. She had long, shining blonde hair and sparkling brown eyes.
But her smile was pasted on. It held no joy. She sat next to him on the couch, and he saw her long, slender legs as the miniscule skirt she was wearing slipped up a few inches. Her shirt left little to the imagination as well.
“What’s your name?” he managed to mumble. Her face clouded for just a brief second.
“Iris,”
“Hello, Iris.” He cleared his throat, just as the door opened again. The scummy man scurried in and sat in a chair. He patted his lap. Mechanically, Iris sat down on it. He cuddled the girl, stroking her hair.
“Do you like her?” he jerked his head towards the girl.
“I suppose,” Severus shifted. “Is the one you promised me ready?”
“Very nearly. Would you like Iris here to take you upstairs and… recite for you until she is ready?”
Severus saw the sad, shattered look glimmer in Iris’s brown eyes. He shook his head slowly.
“That won’t be needed.”
“All right,” he shrugged. Iris seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
**
She was in a tub full of water. Fresh, clean, clear water such as she didn’t recall ever having seen. She let it sift through her fingers. Her head ached, and her eyes stung. She wasn’t used to so much light surrounding her.
The door opened, and she scrambled back in the tub, pulling her knees up and crossing her arms over her chest. Her eyes darted around looking for a path of escape as water sloshed over the side of the tub.
“There you are,” a sweet voice said. She looked up and met the kind hazel eyes of a golden haired girl. She knew her. She’d been one of the one’s that was taken away not long ago.
“I was hoping I’d get to talk to you before Leon came in.”
“Where am I?” her voice was raspy and harsh in her throat and made it ache.
“Don’t you know? This is The Garden.”