Dirty deeds

14 February


Dobby finished in the bedroom and sneaked out. Severus didn’t notice as he was too busy with his new ear muffs. It hadn’t taken long for him to take advantage of his situation and start nuzzling hopefully at my chest.

Have we moved on to the shagging senseless part he asked hopefully.

Oh yes I say.

There is a lot of stuff to sort out. But it can wait. Probably best to get a little Slytherin top up first. Tactics, you know. And the poor little sod looks in need of reassurance.

Pull Severus’s hair out of the way and tuck it behind and ear so can get look at him. He really looks dreadful, but at least that pinched look has gone from round his eyes. Make mental note to hunt Dumbledore down tomorrow and do something really really nasty to him.

Kiss him on the end of his nose. Either he moves up or I slide down, but somehow we end up kissing, and who cares how we manage it as long as we do manage it. My hand lodges itself on the nape of his neck, or it tries to; there is a quick scrabble, and I nearly throttle him as I pull his collar off. Much better. He seems to agree; he’s like a little puppy having its ears scratched, eyes half closed in pleasure.

Ahem, and what about me?

He undoes the laces on the corset, and slips it off. One hand starts working its magic on the right earmuff, whilst the other hand is making its way through the slit in the skirt. He is taken aback to find that I am wearing underwear. He raises an eyebrow. I explain that it is cold out and there was always the possibility that he would say no.

Not likely he says. That’s why he sent an owl rather than coming face to face with me. He couldn’t say no to me then. That’s a useful piece of information to file away for future reference. He is obviously at low ebb to be making that kind of admission.

He realises what he has said when I smirk at him. He just looks rueful and says I would have worked it out eventually. Smirk broadens.

I pull his head up into a kiss, tender at first and then more passionate. Severus appears to be going for the Tongue Wrestling All Comers Championships; I let him win.

His attention returns to the job in hand, and the underwear goes sailing across the room to land on the top of one of the bookcases. Think I’ll leave it there in the morning. Nice reminder for him when he comes back to his quarters after a heavy day’s teaching.

He slides down but the skirt is too tight for him to get where he wants. After a couple of attempts at the zip – his hands appear to be shaking badly, and it’s not just because he hasn’t had a drink in ages – he gets impatient, and literally rips the thing off me.

Then he starts nipping and biting his way along my thighs. There are going to be so many marks there tomorrow. I think it’s a territorial thing; he wants to mark me as his territory. Two can play at that game.

He finally latches on to what is coyly referred to as nether lips in so many romances. By this time I am literally trembling in anticipation. The lips, the tongue, the fingers, the nose, all combine in a marvellous symphony of movement with a chorus of whimpers for accompaniment.

I think we are in for a fast and furious conflagration tonight rather than a slow burn.

I tug at his shoulders, and he takes the hint. He moves back up my body and our hands move in a mad scramble to undo as many of his buttons as possible. Not-so-little-Severus makes a welcome re-appearance in my life, whilst my hands burrow round his back underneath his jacket. I intend to leave marks of my own.

He fits himself between my thighs with his trousers at half-mast. We probably look damned silly, but it’s wonderful to have him lodged back where he should be. He is heavy, crushing me into the sofa as he moves into me.

He’s setting a vigorous pace, and my fingers are leaving crescent moons in his back, and we are both saying some very silly things. And then I am arching up beneath him, sinking my teeth into his shoulder and hissing ‘mine’ as I come. Damned right two can play that game.

He follows soon after, and collapses on top of me, squashing what little breath is left out of me.

It’s bloody uncomfortable but I refuse to let him move for a bit.

Gradually we separate a little. There isn’t really enough room for both of us in the sofa so we head off to bed. He looks ruefully at the dress, and apologises for his enthusiasm.

Point out that not a problem as not mine. I don’t think Ginny will mind somehow.

We end up plastered together on the bed, both reluctant to let go. Now is the time to strike, when he is feeling at peace with the world.

So, what was that all about?

It wasn’t just what Dumbledore said, although that didn’t help it seems. He thought it was all moving too quickly to be real. Tell him he’s a silly sod still, and that all he had to do was say that and we could have had a longer engagement.

Oh.

Boys really aren’t very good at this sort of thing. You do wonder how they end up running the world sometimes, when they can\'t organise their personal lives. Probably the reason why, come to think of it. Get out of the house as fast as possible in the morning to avoid awkward conversations, stay late working hard to avoid ditto, and use it as an excuse to get out of doing anything vaguely like work round the household.

So that’s settled then. Long engagement, set a date in six months time, so probably be Mrs Snape sometime next year. Still get to have holiday in Venice, just won\'t be a honeymoon. Acid test to see whether we can put up with each other for long periods of time. If not, we will live apart and only meet at the weekend. DAMNED if I am giving him up just because he is impossible to live with.

He has a bit of a whittle about Dumbledore who put the frighteners on about me upping and leaving Severus when I came to my senses

Say that there are only three things in this life that will make me leave him. If he raises a hand to me, if he is unfaithful to me, and if he pulls a stunt like this again. Are we clear?

Apparently we are clear. Says he’d never do the first two, bit hurt that I think he would. I certainly don’t think he would, or I wouldn’t be sleeping with him, however think that clarity is important.

What if I kill someone? he wants to know.

Depends who. If it’s Dumbledore you had in mind, I’ll help.

He snorts.

We’ll have to go back upstairs and sort out what is going to happen about Dumbledore, his job, the rest of it but not right now. We need a little time together to breathe it all in.

And I have to tactfully point out that he needs a wash and a clean up before he goes back out on public display. Not having my future husband looking like something from Azkaban thank you very much.


A/N It appears that somone got a bit sniffy about me suggesting that you might like to review. Tacky was the word used. I hope most of you thought it was all in good fun - you know I would never put Hermione back with Ron and I always intended to post this today. It was a joke; I think most people understood that.

After all I posted three chapters in quick succession because I know how much we all hate cliffhangers. I think I treat my readers very well.

Now, there is another chapter to come in this - the aftermath and Dumbedlore getting more comeuppance - well deserved I think we all agree. Up tomorrow.

Then there will be a series of chapters about the engagement including Severus meeting the parents-in-law, called Dirty Deeds II, and probably the holiday in Venice, perhaps the engagement party and the wedding. etc. Then there will be a sequel called Dirty Nappies.

I will also be doing the Lucius Ginny story.

If people really really want I could post the outtake of the threesome with Lucius and Severus that I promised even though it doesnt fit into this version of the story. I feel a bit guilty about leading you all on.

None of this will be making its way to a computer near you before Christmas. My New Year\'s resolution is to finish all the fics up here before I start another one.