Her Favourite Fantasy
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
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Unbidden
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Lyrics are by Portishead - Listen to their stuff.
A soft chuckling sound filled her ears. She opened her eyes, tried to still her breath. Outside, Sirius and Remus had put the ball away. Sirius had pulled his shirt on and was lounging on the grass, one leg crooked and the other leg balanced on the knee. He gnawed at a thin blade of grass between his lips. Remus perched on a chair beside Severus, peering across the table to see Severus’ notes. Remus had put on a small pair of glasses that perched on his nose. The glasses gave a different aspect to his face, a different angle. Severus quickly covered the writing with his arm, like a student trying to hide his work from a cheat. He scowled at Remus and shifted in his chair, the parasol shifted to hide his face from the sun. Now, Severus would be quite a different story.
Severus had always been a bit of a dark horse at Hogwarts. Of course, schoolgirls had always had a bit of a crush on him. After all, he seemed such a bad boy and many girls like that – they think they can change a bad boy. Also, there was the air of indifferent authority which he bore in the tilt of his head and the strength of his gaze. He seemed so commanding, so certain and sure. A complete opposite to Remus, in fact. Tonks had briefly had Severus as a teacher at Hogwarts. She wondered if he had ever seen her silly schoolgirl scribblings on her potions notebook. In her time in his class, she had covered her notebook with scribblings in an unformed hand of “Severus Snape is severely, seriously sexy” and others of that sort. There was something of the Gothic hero, the Byronic villain, in him with his long, dark hair, pale skin and long, graceful hands. As an adult, the fact that he was a spy had given him a certain appeal. She had seen a Muggle film about a spy, James Bond, with his flashy cars, dry wit and even drier Martinis. Severus was certainly not like James Bond. He was foul-tempered, swilled fire whiskey when he could, and suffered from a noticeable lack of charm. She could imagine him pressing her against a stone wall in one of the darker recesses at Hogwarts, capturing her mouth in a hungry kiss while he practically devoured her. His hungry hands would pull the clothes from her body, rending them and scattering buttons across the stone floor. He would trace her jaw with a cool, pale finger, push her hair from her face, and begin thrusting into her, holding her hips in his hands. It would be quick, passionate, and primal. Afterwards, he would archly state “What we did was not making love; it was sex, pure and simple. An animalistic urge.” He would turn from her, send her away, as he poured himself a glass of fire whiskey. Cold skin veiling a colder heart.
The door swung open and the men trooped in. Sirius was whooping with laughter at something Remus had said. Remus pushed his glasses up his nose, only for them to slide down again. Severus had the parasol tucked under one arm, the pile of books under the other. They were all so different, yet each had their facets that appealed to her. Sirius’ sense of adventure, sense of mischief; Remus’ ardent devotion; Severus’ passion. But there could be just one. Laughing softly, Tonks ran a hand through her hair, leaving an ice-blue trail, and followed the one for her.
She had always had a soft spot for a man in glasses.
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“For I’ve been a temptress too long
Give me a reason to love you
Give me a reason to be a woman.”
“Glory Box” by Portishead (written by G. Barrows/B. Gibbons/ A. Utley) from the album “Dummy” (1994)
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A soft chuckling sound filled her ears. She opened her eyes, tried to still her breath. Outside, Sirius and Remus had put the ball away. Sirius had pulled his shirt on and was lounging on the grass, one leg crooked and the other leg balanced on the knee. He gnawed at a thin blade of grass between his lips. Remus perched on a chair beside Severus, peering across the table to see Severus’ notes. Remus had put on a small pair of glasses that perched on his nose. The glasses gave a different aspect to his face, a different angle. Severus quickly covered the writing with his arm, like a student trying to hide his work from a cheat. He scowled at Remus and shifted in his chair, the parasol shifted to hide his face from the sun. Now, Severus would be quite a different story.
Severus had always been a bit of a dark horse at Hogwarts. Of course, schoolgirls had always had a bit of a crush on him. After all, he seemed such a bad boy and many girls like that – they think they can change a bad boy. Also, there was the air of indifferent authority which he bore in the tilt of his head and the strength of his gaze. He seemed so commanding, so certain and sure. A complete opposite to Remus, in fact. Tonks had briefly had Severus as a teacher at Hogwarts. She wondered if he had ever seen her silly schoolgirl scribblings on her potions notebook. In her time in his class, she had covered her notebook with scribblings in an unformed hand of “Severus Snape is severely, seriously sexy” and others of that sort. There was something of the Gothic hero, the Byronic villain, in him with his long, dark hair, pale skin and long, graceful hands. As an adult, the fact that he was a spy had given him a certain appeal. She had seen a Muggle film about a spy, James Bond, with his flashy cars, dry wit and even drier Martinis. Severus was certainly not like James Bond. He was foul-tempered, swilled fire whiskey when he could, and suffered from a noticeable lack of charm. She could imagine him pressing her against a stone wall in one of the darker recesses at Hogwarts, capturing her mouth in a hungry kiss while he practically devoured her. His hungry hands would pull the clothes from her body, rending them and scattering buttons across the stone floor. He would trace her jaw with a cool, pale finger, push her hair from her face, and begin thrusting into her, holding her hips in his hands. It would be quick, passionate, and primal. Afterwards, he would archly state “What we did was not making love; it was sex, pure and simple. An animalistic urge.” He would turn from her, send her away, as he poured himself a glass of fire whiskey. Cold skin veiling a colder heart.
The door swung open and the men trooped in. Sirius was whooping with laughter at something Remus had said. Remus pushed his glasses up his nose, only for them to slide down again. Severus had the parasol tucked under one arm, the pile of books under the other. They were all so different, yet each had their facets that appealed to her. Sirius’ sense of adventure, sense of mischief; Remus’ ardent devotion; Severus’ passion. But there could be just one. Laughing softly, Tonks ran a hand through her hair, leaving an ice-blue trail, and followed the one for her.
She had always had a soft spot for a man in glasses.
********
“For I’ve been a temptress too long
Give me a reason to love you
Give me a reason to be a woman.”
“Glory Box” by Portishead (written by G. Barrows/B. Gibbons/ A. Utley) from the album “Dummy” (1994)
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