Dianthus Stories
Chapter Thirty Seven - Prelude to a Kiss
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Sadly, I have no hope of publishing this story outside the fan fiction
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This is Chapter
Thirty Seven. This chapter contains some
smut.
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Chapter Thirty
Seven – Prelude to a Kiss
“Your friend
Melanie knows,” Snape said an hour later.
They were naked on the living room floor, not quite having made it to
the bedroom. Snape was on his stomach
next to Dianthus, leaning on his elbows.
He was running her knickers idly through his hands.
“She guessed,”
admitted Dianthus. She went on in a
teasing voice, “She said you spent all year leering at me from the staff table.”
“I did not!” he
hissed.
“
Dianthus said, pressing her advantage.
“You know, she saw you in the hallway after McGonagall found them.”
“That is a lie!”
“I guess the final
straw,” said Dianthus loudly, “was that last night in the great hall.”
Snape edged closer
to her. “That I can believe,” he said
earnestly. “You did look a bit stunned
when I pushed you out of my classroom.”
“She said
something about the look on my face, and how neither of us would look at the other…”
“I was afraid if I
caught you giving me a come-hither look, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from
running down there and carrying you off to my rooms,” Snape murmured.
“Hey, what
turning on her side to look at him.
“He was as
disgustingly chipper as ever,” Snape said with a
grimace. “Congratulated
me on waiting until you graduated.”
“
Did he think you would – before I left school?”
“Oh, nothing like
that,” Snape scoffed. “He said he
figured we’d wait, if only to avoid the rumors.
But he didn’t seem at all surprised.”
“Holy Hydra,”
groaned Dianthus, rolling onto her back once again.
“Not to me, but I
told you bef Dum Dumbledore knows more about each of us than we’d like to
admit,” Snape said ruefully.
“So he wasn’t mad
at you? Or – uh – mad at me?”
Snape
laughed. “Why would he be mad at you,
Dianthus?”
“I
wanted – so bad –”
Snape nuzzled her
neck. “Not nearly as bad as I wanted,”
he whispered. “Especially the day you
finished your potion. You were glowing.
you senseless.”
“I thought I’d die
when you called me by my first name that day,” she said.
Brandywine’ all year.”
“Not nearly as
much as you hated calling me ‘Professor’,” he snickered.
“Fuck you,
“
“But let’s try something new.
Turn over.”
“What do you mean,
‘something new’?” she said, shakily.
“You’ll see,” he
said, pushing at her.
“Severus…” she
said, in what she hoped was a warning tone.
“Turn over,
Dianthus,” he said, in the husky whisper that set her legs quivering.
br
better judgment, with the word shameful
drifting again through her mind.
well, pressing close in behind her to nudge her legs apart.
She let out a sigh
of relief. He hadn’t gone the route she
thought he might. He held her hips and
bumped against her, grunting softly.
“Put your head
down a bit,” he urged. She bent her head
lower to the floor, and he drove deeper inside her, opening her legs wider to
accommodate him. Soon her head was on
the floor, and she was rocking back against his forward motion.
upturned buttocks.
“Faster, Severus,”
she gasped.
“And harder?” he
ndednded in a harsh whisper.
“Yes!” she cried.
He groaned as if
in pain, and propelled her forward with the force of his next thrust.
immediately his hands were clenching viciously at her hips, holding her in
place, and she was struggling for breath as he drove faster.
and she wanted him to, and then she was whimpering hoarsely as one orgasm, then
another, rushed through her entire body.
Still he pounded into her, his breath becoming more uneven, until he
came with a wheezing grunt and folded his trembling body over hers.
“How many
different ways are there to do ?” D?” Dianthus panted, crawling away from him
several moments later.
“We are – limited
only – by our imagination,” he said breathlessly, leaning back on his haunches
and brushing his hair out of his eyes.
“And there are many more – playthings to explore.”
Her eyes
widened. “Playthings?”
“Oh, yes,” he
assured her. “Items to
enhance our pleasure.”
“Like what?”
“I’m not going to
tell you,” he said with a teasing smile.
“I want it to be a surprise.”
“Come on,” she
said, crawling up to kiss his thigh.
“Give me a hint, at least.”
He folded his arms
over his chest and gazed down at her.
“Certain foods,” he said slowly.
He smiled smugly at her shocked expression.
Dianthus
straightened. “Certain foods?” she
echoed.
“
“Where did you
learn these things?” She glanced at his
left forearm, where the Dark Mark was tattooed on his skin.
“Don’t do that,”
he said, quietly. “Don’t touch it.”
“Does it hurt?”
“No, but don’t
touch it anyway.”
“Why’d you do it,
Severus?” she asked, her fingers still resting on the tattoo.
Snape pushed her
gently away and stood. “Don’t ask me
questions about that,” he growled.
“What’s done is done, Dianthus.”
“Why did
Dumbledore let you come to Hogwarts?”
She scrambled to her feet and caught his arm.
but you don’t tell me anything? Is that
fair?”
“Dianthus,
don’t!” He jerked his arm away and began
pacing. “There are things that I cannot
tell you, not now –I hope I never have to tell you.”
“So you just want
to fuck me, then, and that’s it? No need
to talk?” Her temper was rising quickly.
Snape spun to face
her. “You know that’s not true.”
hair. “Please, we can talk about
anything you want, except for this.”
“Fine,” she spat,
her hands on her hips. “Tell me about
your family.”
“Or that,” he
muttered.
“Knew that was
coming,” she snarled. “Don’t suppose you
told them about this.”
“No,” he
said. “I didn’t.”
“My family would not – approve of this.”
calmer.
She glared at him
in silence. “Please, Dianthus,” he said,
taking her arms. “Please, let’s not
fight. We have so little time together.”
“You’ll have to
tell them some time, Severus,” she grunted.
“Or are we to spend the rest of our lives fucking in secret?”
“You know I live
for the day that we are married,” he said quietly, now rubbing her
shoulders. “When we will stroll arm in
arm into my parents’ house, and we can fuck each other at our leisure every
day. Give us until you finish school,
Dianthu/p>
/p>
“You’re trying to
distract me,” Dianthus grumbled.
“Is it working?”
Snape smiled.
“Yes, but–”
“And think of how
exciting it can be, fucking in secret until then,” he said, wrapping his arms
around her waist.
“Tell me more
about the playthings,” she said grumpily.
“Why don’t you
climb into the bed, and I’ll show you
some,” he purred.
“What – you have
something in mind?” she said skeptically, though she was already turning to
walk toward the bedroom.
“I have many
things in mind,” he said silkily. “And
we have all night to experiment. We’ll
definitely need another silencing charm on the walls, because I want to hear
every sound you make.”
She bounded into
the bed and settled herself against the headboard.
later. He was bearing her grandmother’s
platter again, and she saw that it was once more piled high with food
arm, white this time. Dianthus
laughed. “So this is why you wanted to
go shopping this morning?”
“My parents didn’t
have everything I wanted,” he said simply, setting the tray on her nightstand
and sitting on the edge of the bed. “So
I thought I’d save this particular activity for after breakfast.
day.”
“I don’t know what
I’m going to tell them,” she sighed.
“They’ll want to hear all about my little chat with you.”
“You’ll think of
something, I’m sure,” he murmured, concentrating on drawing the cork from the
bottle with a series of short waves from his wand.
Dianthus looked at
the tray. There were more grapes, neatly
cleaned strawberries, slices of peach, a small clay pot covered with a lid, a
bunch of bananas, a large glass filled with ice, more crackers and cheese, and
various sliced meats.
“Um, Severus,” she
said, nervously eyeing the food. “Are
all of these, uh, playthings?”
“Don’t be silly,”
he replied. “Well, I suppose we can use
them if you like…”
“No, no,” she said
hastily. “I was just wondering.”
continued to work the cork, she said, “Don’t you ever get tired of taking
advantage of me?”
He gave her a
mocking look as he poured the wine. “Do you
really need to ask?”
“One day I’m going
to get you just as good, you know.”
“Oh?
dropping a strawberry in each glass.
“You never
finished teaching me,” she said hotly.
“Let’s not quibble
over details,” he said in a placating tone, handing her – it wasn’t wine.
“This is
champagne,” she finally noticed.
“
“I’ve never had
champagne,” she said, happily taking a large gulp.
“Easy, now,” he
laughed, taking the glass from her.
“It’s good,”
Dianthus said, snatching it back from him.
She drained the rest of the champagne and tapped the side of the
glass. The strawberry was quite
stubborn, however, and eventually she gave up and held out the glass for him to
refill.
“Don’t guzzle this
one,” he warned. “I don’t want you
passing out before I’m done with you.”
“Yes, sir,” she
replied sardonically, fishing unsuccessfully for the fruit with her
finger. “What’s the point of the
strawberry if you can’t get to it?”
“Here,” said
Snape, dipping a fresh one in his own champagne and brin it it to her
mouth. She bit into it, but before she
could pull it completely in, he set his glass on the platter and leaned in to
kiss her, drawing of of the strawberry off between his lips and rolling both
pieces around their tongues. He leaned
back to watch her, his expression amused.
“Oh,” she said
softly, between chews.
“T'>“That is
quietly. “I don’t know what I’ll do when
these things no longer astonish you.”
“I think that’ll
be a while from now,” she muttered.
“Would you like
another?”
“Let me try,” she
said briskly. It worked just as well the
second time, especially as he held the strawberry delicately between his teeth
for her to suck on before she bit into it.
“What else?” she
said excitedly, setting down her glass.
“All in good time, But then she “I don’t remember “Where’s your “For such an innocent, She checked to
Dianthus,” he laughed, studying his choices on the per.
remembered something. “Oh, no, you
don’t,” she said, grabbing him by the arm and hauling him further into the
bed. “Now it’s your turn to lay still
while I do whatever I want to you.”
agreeing to ‘whatever’,” Snape grumbled, but he crawled to the center of the
bed anyway.
wand?”
you are certainly suspicious,” he complained.
“It’s on the platter,” he sighed.
make sure it was there, and turned to face him.
He looked quite relaxed, with his hands comfortably behind his head, and
he was giving her his most patronizing smile.
She looked at him for a long moment, frowning slightly, trying to decide
on the best way to wipe the smirk off his face.
By the time she started creeping toward him, she noticed with some
satisfaction that his smile was already fading slightly.