Dianthus Stories
Chapter Thirty Five - Lazy Morning Interruptus
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This is Chapter
Thirty Five. This chapter contains no
smut. But fear not, sexual activity
reappears in Chapter Thirty Seven, so if you’d like to, skip ahead.
bit confused if you don’t read the in-betweens.
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Chapter Thirty
Five – Lazy Morning Interruptus
Dianthus woke
before Snape, but for a long time she didn’t move.
still asleep – it seemed to be fairly late in the morning, although her view of
the clock was blocked. The entire length
of her body was spooned to his, and his arms were wrapped tightly around
her. His quiet snoring was ruffling the
hair on top of her head.
She felt entirely
relaxed and secure, daydreaming of when they were married, when she would wake
up every morning with her naked body pressed to his.
her ankle brushed against the sheet. She
hoped she wouldn’t wake up this sore every morning.
Eventually,
though, her bladder began giving her warnings, and she delicately lifted his
arm up and slid out of the bed, placing his hand gently on her pillow.
She hobbled to the
bathroom, closed the door behind her, and took stock of her battered body while
she peed. Her wrists and ankles were
bruised and chafed, her hips were bruised as well, and her thighs and pelvis
were coated with dried fluids. Most of
the major muscle groups from her shoulders down to her calves felt
strained. Her lower back ached.
she had that morning in her room in The Leaky Cauldron.
She looked
absently around for her wand before remembering with a smile that Snape had
locked it in a drawer in her kitchen.
She sighed and thought she might as well start with a hot shower.
in her shoulders. She turned on the
water and then brushed her teeth while the shower warmed up in the mundane
fashion – no wand meant she couldn’t speed the process up.
that Snape had left a wicked-looking hicky right at
the base of her neck.
The bathroom door
swung open and Snape ambled through it.
He ran a hand through his matted hair as he walked.
over the toilet.
She spat into the
sink and said, “I don’t think I trust you in the shower this morning.”
hadn’t recovered. She eyed his erection
warily and held out her wrists. “The
rest of me’s in no better
shape.”
“
her palms.
“Yeah, well I
didn’t do this,” she sneered,
pointing at her bruised hips.
“Sorry,” he said,
with a seductive grin and not a trace of guilt.
He sidled toward her – she moved back one step.
“Where’s your
wand?”
He smirked but
held out both of his empty hands.
another step – she bumped into the shower door.
“What about
that?” She pointed at his penis, which
seemed more awake than either of them.
“Don’t worry about
that, it wakes up most mornings like that,” he assured her.
Her eyes
widened. “Really?
need to do something to it?”
He rolled his
eyes. “Just get in the shower, before
you run the hot water out.”
She stepped
gingerly into the stall and allowed the stinging water to pound over her
shoulders. Snape joined her after a
minute and they took a long lazy shower.
Snape was careful as he washed her to rub gently over her bruised and
tender skin, but Dianthus scrubbed heartily at every inch of him, including his
erection. He winced and glared at her
but said nothing. After a luxurious head
massage apiece, he shooed her out of the stall and they dried each other with
two of the fluffy towels from the linen closet.
“Now, let’s heal
you,” he said, patting her hip with the towel before he hung it neatly on the
towel rack. They walked to the bed
(Dianthus still hobbling, even with her arm around his waist) and he pulled his
wand from under his pillow. Dianthus
leaned back on her elbows into the mattress and made small appreciative sounds
while he waved the wand over her body.
Relief spread through her aching muscles, and her bruises began to fade.
She suddenly had a
thought. “Umm, are we going to do that
again? You know, with the ropes?” she
said, raising one arm above her head before he could heal the welts on that wrist.
He smiled
indulgently but saiNot Not this time.
There are other things to do,
you know.”
“Well, leave this
one, then,” she replied, her face slightly warm.
casually, “A little something to remember you by, that’s all.”
“You are
delightfully depraved,” he smiled.
She shrugged,
rubbing fondly at her wrist. “Where’s my
robe?”
“In your drawer,
of course,” he snickered. “But
“But you’re
getting dressed,” she protested. It was
true: he’d thought to bring his boxers
and robe in before he’d come into the bathroom, and was already pulling on the
boxers.
“I have to go and
get us something to eat,” he pointed out.
“I’m starving, and you don’t have any food, remember?”
grumpily, “And why don’t you have any food, Dianthus?
“I’m a terrible
cook,” she admitted. “I hate it,
too. Aster was always the chef at
home. s'> When it was my turn, I went to the
pub. I’ve been – ah – eating out a lot,
since I left Hogwarts. I mean,” she went
on, hastily, “I’ve been trying, Martine picked out a cookbook and everything –
but I’m still pretty shitty. I don’t
really know how to shop, either. So I’ve
been – well, buying stuff when I need it.”
“I see,” he said
slowly. “Well, then, it’s fortunate for
you that I am an excellent cook, otherwise I imagine we would starve when we
are finally married.”
She sighed.
“I would prefer
that you learn, of course,” he said, seriously.
“Not to cook for me, obviously, since I can manage fine.
master should have, as the two fields are so similar.
experiment and increase your ability in the kitchen.”
She’d never thought of it like that.
“I’ll be back in a
bit, and then we’ll cook breakfast together.
It seems you still have much to learn in a number of areas,” he said,
bending over to kiss her. Dianthus
wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to pull him into the bed with
her. “Dianthus,” he chuckled, tugging
her arms away, “I’ll be back soon.”
Still, he seemed unable to resist dragging his fingers through her pubic
hair. “I think you’d better get dressed
after all,” he said heavily, jerking his fingers away.
She threw herself
dramatically backward on the bed. “Don’t
buy the store,” she groused.
“I wouldn’t have
to leave at all if you had any food here,” he shot back.
“If you’d told me,
I’d have bought some fucking food!” she yelled at his retreating .
“You’re rambling,
and I’m not listening,” he called from the living room.
he was tying his boots. Then the front
door opened and closed, and she was left alone.
Sighing, she
dragged herself to her dresser and opened a drawer.
the stack of clothes, and she threw it on.
She rummaged through her underwear drawer – she was now much better
prepared in that arena, having used Melanie’s gift as an example of what to
buy. Half a dozen soft and delicate
pairs in various colors now lay next to her everyday white cotton ones.
with ruffled leg openings – the Muggle shopkeeper had said they were quite
effective – and pulled them on.
She made the bed –
it took a lot longer without magic, she thought grumpily.
cup of tea. She discovered her wand
sitting next to the pot, which was still on the counter where she’d left it
upon hearing Snape at the door. She
snorted and shoved the wand into her pocket.
She had just sat
down with a steaming mug when she heard a knat tat the door.
why Snape was knocking – he’d already shown himself perfectly able to enter her
flat on his own. His hands must be
full. She threw the door open – but it
wasn’t Snape.
Her roommates were
crowded in the doorway, giggling and lingling each other.
and Erin yelled. Melanie bit her lip
somewhat nervously, but rushed forward with the other two to crush Dianthus in
a group hug.
“What the fuck?”
yelled Dianthus, laughing woodenly.
them, not wholly resentful of their presence.
“We’re here to
visit,” bellowed
“Remember? Before we start back
to school?”
“Put on a bra,
we’re going out!” yelled Martine, pushing Dianthus toward the bedroom.
“I’ll come with
you,” giggled Melanie. “You two find us
something to drink.”
Dianthus staggered
through the bedroom door, and Melanie shut it behind them.
Martine rushed in.
“You’ve got
nothing at all to drink – we thought you’d have something here.”
“I told you we
should have brought something,” called
living room.
Melanie looked at
Dianthus wide-eyed. “Martine,” she said,
“maybe we should go.”
“
before we came. But there just wasn’t
time if we want to have lunch. We
thought we’d have to drag you out of bed.”
“I told you I
thought Dianthus might be busy,” said Melanie.
Her face was slightly pink.
“Doing what?”
Martine snorted.
“Oh, fuck it,”
mumbled Dianthus. She unbuttoned her
robe and threw it on the bed. “Let me
get a bra on.” She ran her fingers
through her hair in frustration.
“Di,” Melanie
shrieked. “What’d you do to your
wrist?” She and Martine ran to Dianthus’
side and both of them grabbed her arm.
“Nothing,” said
Dianthus, hastily jerking her hand away.
“I burned it.” She laughed
nervously. “I burned it on the stove –
thanks for picking out that cookbook, by the way.
eyes further – Dianthus shot her a warning look.
“Nice knickers,”
grinned Martine. “See you got a taste
for them. You’ll have them drooling at
Dianthus ed
ed
quickly toward the dresser and rummaged in her underwear drawer for a bra to
match the knickers, put it on, and shrugged into her robe.
before Snape showed up with a bag of groceries.
She led Melanie and Martine back to the living room.
“What, you’re
dressed already? But I just made tea,”
complained
“Forget the tea,
I’m starving.” Her stomach grumbled,
testifying to the truth.
“Well, hell, let’s
get going then,”
“Let’s decide on
the way,” Dianthus said urgently, chivvying them toward the open front door –
but it was too late. Snape came into
view in the doorframe, carrying a battered briefcase.
transfigured it from something else entirely.
The roommates
stopped short, goggling at Snape, who looked absolutely infuriated.
“Miss Brandywine,”
he said coldly. A shiver ran down Dianthus’
spine.
“P-professor,” she
stammered weakly.
They stood there
awkwardly for two seconds, and then Melanie broke the silence.
you. I’m Melanie Deerhorn,
and this is Erin Carousel. We’re friends
of Dianthus’. You already know Martine.”
Snape glared at
each of them, then returned his eyes to Dianthus.
Dumbledore, Miss Brandywine,” he said, his voice soft and dangerous.
“Oh,” was all
Dianthus could think to say.
“Uh, we should
probably go, then, and leave you to it,” mumbled Martine.
Snape in his current mood.
But
had a better idea, it seemed. “Wait, I
know,” she said brightly, stepping on Dianthus’ foot.
Professor. Do you have time to join
us? Then maybe you and Dianthus can, um,
come back here and uh, talk,” she finished, breathlessly.
a huge favor.
“Oh, I don’t
know,” said Dianthus quickly. “I’m sure
the Professor has other appointments.
Maybe you should just go on without me, guys.
“No, no,” said
Martine, picking up on
Snape stared at
Dianthus for another long minute. She
kept her gaze trained on his left ear.
“Might I impose upon you for a glass of water, Miss Brandywine?” he
finally said.
“Oh, yeah, sure –
you guys wait here, okay?” The roommates
nodded eagerly, and Snape followed Dianthus into the flat and around the corner
to the kitchen.
“Oh, god, I’m so
sorry,” she whispered loudly over the water running in the sink.
refrigerator – it reverted to a bulging paper grocery bag.
of them!”
“We shouldn’t be
seen socializing,” Snape muttered.
“Can’t you make them leave?”
“They think
they’re doing me a favor. They think
I’ve got a crush on you.”
“What?” he hissed.
“They’ll get
suspicious if I don’t act happy they’re helping out,” she groaned.
“If I go to lunch,
will they go away after that?”
“Keep dropping
hints you need to tell me something from Dumbledore – and it wouldn’t hurt if
you keep acting like an asshole.”
“This plays havoc
with my plan,” he grumbled.
“You have a plan?”
she said eagerly.
“Stop that,” he
warned. “Stop it now.
I want to be back here in two hours.”
“Hold a sec,” she
said, on impulse. “I want to show you
something.” She waved her wand quickly
down the front of her robe. “Something
to look forward to,” she whispered, flashing him a quick view of her under
clothes, then closing the robe with a malicious grin.
“You’ll pay for
that,” he promised grimly, leading the way back to the roommates.