Dirty deeds

14 February – the big day

I haven’t really felt like keeping my diary over the last couple of weeks. All it would have been was a count down to tonight. We – when I say we I mean Lucius – managed to get Ginny another ticket by putting the frighteners on one of the other governors so they too would be able to have a romantic evening. Gin Ginny spent ages getting ready, then spent ages getting me ready. Wore same dress as at New Years. She wanted me to wear something different but I put my foot down. It had always worked for me in the past, I was sure it would work for me again.

Look on Dumbledore’s face when I turned up this evening was priceless.

Was prolonged and outraged muttering in the corner as he tried to persuade Lucius that he couldn’t bring me in. Lucius being perfectly charming and urbane in the way that tells you that he is on the point of doing something very nasty. Even Dumbledore quailed in the face of that. The tried to get McGonagall to have a word with us. Typical Dumbledore to try and get someone to do his dirty work for him.

Picked the wrong woman this time. It appears that Severus’s behaviour been so erratic over the last three weeks that she is prepared to overlook the previous comments and help me to track him down.

Severus not happy to see me. Good job that not soppy and romantic as would have been upset to see him sulking. However, was actually happy to see him looking so miserable. Wouldn’t expect him to be happy to see his ex-(as he thinks)fiancee walk into the room with another man. Not if he still cares.

Therefore sulking a good sign I assured myself. Bloody annoying though, would have preferred him to throw himself at my feet and beg for forgiveness.

He looks bloody awful. There are dark circles under his eyes which look like nothing more than piss-holes in the snow. He had lost weight, and looked even more sallow than usual. He had obviously stopped using the muggle shampoo as well.

It was wonderful to see him again. Although was visited with burning desire to hex him, slap his face, wash his hair, and grab hold of him and never let him go again all at once.

Dumbledore was still trying to prevent me from going to talk to Severus. He kept appealing to McGonagall for moral support. It wasn’t fair that I should come here and disturb hisce ace and quiet when he was doing so well. McGonagall snorted at that. Severus very clearly not doing well at all. He keeps watching me from the corners of his eyes which is encouraging.

And then it all becomes blindingly clear when Dumbledore’s irritation with Minerva bubbled over and he turned to her and said, “For heaven’s sake, Minerva, can’t you be a bit more supportive. The situation is clearly ridiculous, and the sooner Miss Granger accepts it the better. As I said to Severus when he asked me to be his best man, I have never seen such an ill-suited pair in my life. The age difference alone…”

That was his first mistake.

He prattled on for a couple more minutes on the difficulties that Severus and I would face. Minerva recovered from her shock first and was tugging his sleeve, whispering to him to shut up. An expression of the most intense hatred flashed across Lucius’s face before relaxing into his usual bland and supercilious expression.

I had stopped listening. There was a peculiar buzzing noise in my ears. I saw red – literally – and my vision abruptly focused on Dumbledore’s stupid mouth flapping open and shut in front of me.

I think I must have lost my temper a bit. I remember telling him to Shut. Up. in a very quiet voice. He didn’t.

That was his second mistake.

I chinned him.

He fell back, swaying a little. Being head butted was obviously a bit of a shock. He tried to draw his wand on me.

That was his third and final mistake.

I punched him very hard, catching him on the point of the chin and knocked him out cold. His head made a lovely sound as it hit the marble.

I took a couple of deep breaths. Now for the interesting bit.

Stalked up to Severus, grasped him very firmly by the arm and asked himhe whe was going to come quietly.

Said he never had before. Knew then that was going to be alright. The desire to grab hold of him and never let go won and just seized hold of him. Think he was feeling the same way as was in imminent danger of not being able to breathe.

The next thing I was aware of was Lucius and Minerva giving me a round of applause. Harry and Draco joined in, Ginny was laughing, and soon the rest of the room was applauding me.

They didn’t know why mind you, but I had just twatted Dumbledore who isn’t anywhere as popular as he thinks he is. We’ve all been on the wrong end of his meddling too often. Madam Pomfrey for instance was very conspicuously not rushing over to treat his head.

Lucius came over to shake Severus’s hand. Severus asked him to be best man. Said Ginny would have to be bridesmaid and pointed out that muggle custom meant that best man had to shag a bridesmaid. Lucius just smirked.

The said would have to excuse us as Severus and I were nipping to his quarters where he would be shouted at a bit for being a prat and then would be shagged senseless. He winced a bit at the first item on the agenda but his eyes lit up at the thought of the second.

Didn’t take long to get back to his quarters. Had vague impression of books and firewhiskey bottles and a filthy bed. He looked a bit shamefaced. Summoned Dobby and got him to clear up.

Severus wouldn’t let go of my hand. Decided not to shout at him too much. Poor little soul looked a bit shell shocked and not sufficiently Slytherined at the moment to take advantage of that.

Once I’ve had a little top up though…

Sat down on sofa which appeared to be moderately clean at least in comparison to rest of his rooms. He sat next to me, hesitated for a moment, and then buried his head between my breasts.

Dumbeldore is a cunt I said.

He nodded

You are a twat I said.

He nodded.

You will never do that again.

He shook his head.

Next time you will talk to me about it.

He nodded.

Really? I said.

Probably not he said. It was very muffled.

Do you think you’ve been shouted long enough?

He nodded.

You’re still a twat though.

he couldn\'t deny it.