Insistent

Chapter 3

Getting Bill home from the restaurant was a challenge. He stumbled, mumbled and eventually cried.

Fred and George will never let him live this down.


Molly Weasley poured her son into his bed and covered him lightly. She sat down on the edge and ran her fingers across his face, “Never did we tell you that life and love were going to be easy.”

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Severus lay in bed watching the ceiling. Abigail showing up like this was bound to cause a stir amongst the staff. There had been rumors when she was in school, this he had been aware of. Not one of the other professors had ever ventured into a conversation with him about what was being said amongst the student population, most likely they did not have the courage. They did however talk about it amongst themselves. Even Albus and his never ceasing twinkling voiced his concerns to everyone but Severus.

The door to his bedchambers open and he listened to the quiet feet padding closer to his bed. “Young lady, why must you torture me with your presence?”, he sighed, not really meaning what he was saying.

“I’m lonely…can I sleep with you?”

“Great Merlin’s balls, girl but you are a nuisance! Climb in.” he relented.

Abigail snuggled under the sheets with her former professor. She had always loved snuggling down in his bed, the mattress was extraordinary and the sheets were so soft against her skin. It had never ceased to amaze her that the hated and feared Potions Master slept on such clouds. She scooted over to where her head was nuzzled under his arm and wrapped her body around his.

“Damn, your feet are like ice, have you never heard of warming charms? I am certain that Flitwick will be disappointed.”

“Must you always remind me that I was once your student?”, she huffed.

“Yes.”

It was a bold statement. She never knew if he was reminding her that she was a student of his or him that she was a student of his. Either way, it was his way of letting her know that the past was the past and it was not to be spoken about.

She snuggled in as close as she could get, very aware that he was not fond of touching as he slept. She was not in the right state of mind to care if he wanted his space; she needed to be close to someone. She needed to feel the warmth of his body. She needed him to want her again. She knew in her heart that it would not happen, but she needed him to pretend.

“Hold me, please. I need—.” She started.

He sighed, wrapped his arms around her pulling her close and let her nudge her face into the crevice between his arm and chest. “Get some sleep, Abby. Tomorrow is another day.” He felt the tears that she was shedding run over his chest and then tickle their way down his side, he held her tighter and kissed the top of her head, “I am sorry that this did not work for you. I truly want your happiness to be realized.”

“If you truly wanted me to be happy—“.

He shivered as she ran her hand over his chest, as she circled his left nipple with her finger, he caught her hand within his, “Go to sleep, child.”

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Albus Dumbledore knocked on the Potions Masters door early in the morning. Sirius Black had escaped from Azkaban prison, an unbelievable feat. Knocking again, he decided to enter on his own, perhaps Severus was showering. He knew that more than likely his young friend had been up most the evening talking with his former student. No matter what Severus acted like in public, he had his favorite students like any other professor and she was on of them. The time would come where either Albus would directly ask his potions professor what the relationship is and was with the youngster but now was not the time. Harry Potter was in mortal danger. Though Severus did not like for others to know, he took great interest in the boys safety.

As he arrived inside the chambers, he was greeted with gentle snoring coming from the main bedchambers; Albus chuckled to himself that the boy was still sleeping peacefully. He was right in his thinking that it had been a long night for the boy. Pushing back the heavy oak door, the Headmaster received quite a shock. A woman was entangled around his Potions Master. Albus’ heart fell slightly, again he wondered if there had been any truth to the rumors some years ago about Severus and his favorite student having a relationship. Albus had been convinced that they had only forged some type of friendship, her being talented in the area of potions, quite keen to learn without being overly anxious. She had been sorted into his house; no one could say that they had not expected that, the summer before her arrival her parents had presented themselves to the staff. Her true father, a known Death Eater, who had been captured and placed in Azkaban for his war crimes, had been a boyhood friend of Severus’. The girl was now being raised by her mother and another known Death Eater whom had escaped prison by claiming Imperious curse, also a longtime friend of Severus. Abigail’s mother was the daughter of an innocent that had been captured by Lucius Malfoy’s grandfather. The Elder Malfoy had fallen in love with the woman and given her freedom. Abigail’s mother and new step-father had wanted to protect her from the boys at the school. Severus promised the Thompson’s that should she be sorted into his house, he would make certain that she would be left alone. Richard Thompson had smiled at his old friend that day and stated, “She is a handful, Snape. I feel confident that you can handle her; however, she is as clever as they come and more than a little erotic.” Albus could remember many evenings that Severus and Miss Thompson were found late into the evening brewing a potion or playing chess. Only once did he catch them doing something that he found odd; they had been talking very low in the corner of the potions classroom, Severus had his hand on her face and was stroking the tears away from her cheeks, it had the look of an intimate action. Albus had blamed it on the brother/sister relationship that he thought they had.

Now, Albus was beginning to have second thoughts about his trust in the relationship that Severus had made with the girl. She was beautiful, her long flowing black hair mixed with the eye color of the innocents; purple. Her skin was an olive shade and Albus could not help but to notice that she had grown into quite a woman. Her step father had been correct. She was truly an erotic being. Shaking his mind back to the situation at hand, he cleared his throat.

No movement from either of them.

He cleared it louder.

She stirred. He slumbered on.

This was odd. Severus was such a light sleeper due to his spying, he seemed…content in her arms, almost trusting.

It was a strange sight indeed, seeing Severus Snape lying in the arms of a female, snoring delightfully as if there was not a care in the world. For a moment, Albus thought of turning away, leaving him in peace, letting them enjoy the comfort that was so obvious that they brought to each other, however, that thought was quickly pushed aside as he remembered just why he was there.

“Severus, my boy, I need you to wake,” he stated with authority he didn’t really feel.

Severus rolled over and mumbled something that sounded an awful lot like ‘Get out you old barmy goat’ but Albus knew too well that his hearing wasn’t what it once was.

Abigail chuckled. Opening her eyes they landed on the Headmaster; all chuckling left her. She poked Severus in the side and received a healthy dose of obscenities that left her ears ringing.

Albus cleared his throat once again. Severus shot bolt upright in the bed and stuttered, for the first time Albus thought. The older wizard could not help but smile. Severus had finally been caught off guard.

“We need to talk, something of major importance has happened. Meet me in my office. I will give you 45 minutes” Albus smiled as he turned to leave the chambers, “by the way, Miss Thompson, the staff has been informed that you will be staying and Minerva is waiting for you in the Great Hall for breakfast.”

Albus closed the door behind him.

“The old goat,” sighed Severus throwing himself back into the pillows.

“You think he suspects something?” asked Abigail.

“Yes. I am certain that he took one look at you in your flannels and new that I was incapable of keeping my hands off of you.”

“Don’t be crass; it’s cold as blue balls in here…even if we had made passionate love to the point that the window treatments fell off the wall I would have still wanted to be warm!”

“Trust me,” Severus purred, “you would have been warm.”

“Really Severus? Why don’t you show me just how warm I would’ve been?” she purred as she ran her hand down his taunt stomach. “We have plenty of time,” she continued as she reached for his morning erection.

Severus stopped her hand and brought it to his lips. Gently he kissed her knuckles and said, “Honey, didn’t you just climb off a Weasley?” He moved swiftly off the bed and headed for a bath.

“No need to get nasty, Snape.”

He flashed her a genuine smile and said, “You need to get to breakfast, they are waiting on you.”

“I need a shower also, can I join you?” she smiled.

“Woman, you are trying to be the death of me.”