A Delicate Obsession
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What A Girl Wants
Chapter 5 – What A Girl Wants
It’s all Rowling’s – except maybe what you don’t recognize.
Ginny walked into the Seventh Form Girls’ Dormitory. She immediately spotted Hermione sitting on her bed, reading one of her new books, which was courtesy, Ginny assumed, of Professor Snape. As soon as she was certain that there was no one else in the room, she sat herself at the foot of the bed and warded the door.
Hermione looked up and waited.
“Tall, dark and ugly as sin? So you met Snape that day in Diagon Alley?”
Hermione studied her best friend and slowly nodded.
“Who did he think you were?”
“Ginny…”
“No, this isn’t a game anymore, Hermione. You could get into serious trouble. You don’t play games with teachers, especially not one with the dark mark.” She took the book from Hermione and gently shut it.
“You remember how I was dressed. It was really hot outside that day.”
“Quite.”
“Well, it seems that I was also standing right in front of the alleyway to the local bordello.”
“Oh, no!” Ginny groaned.
“Oh, yes. He propositioned me.” Hermione felt a tiny giggle seek to erupt and squashed it.
“Oh, Gods. Snape wanted to –” Ginny blushed. “How did it go—What did you do?”
“I told him he’d made a mistake and he hightailed it out of there like I’d just turned into a Dementor.”
“And that’s all that happened?”
“Until we ran, I mean, I ran into him outside of a shop last Saturday. Then he apologized and asked me to tea.” Hermione attempted not to smile and then gave up and grinned.
“Hermione, he just wants to get into your pants.” Ginny was frowning at her. “You have more sense than this, I know you do.”
“Ginny,” Hermione sought out and captured her hands in her own, “Ginny, you must understand. Snape’s different. We talk. He speaks to me as if I’m his equal. This is more than sex.”
“You’re fooling no one but yourself. He’s still a man.”
“And even if that were the case…” Hermione licked her lips, quite unaware of the obvious body language.
“You can’t want him!” Ginny’s voice went up into a reasonable facsimile of her mother’s. “That’s sick. Go make up with Neville. He’s good looking, well built, and has a sweet personality. Damn, if you don’t want Neville I’ll take him.”
“And you’re welcome to do so. I don’t own him and I don’t ever want to talk to him again.” Hermione prayed that this conversation would be over soon.
“Maybe I will.” Ginny got up and gave her friend one last look. “So you still expect us to help you with all this?”
Hermione met her friend’s eyes with a steady gaze. “Yes, I do.” She got up and hugged Ginny. “Please, you don’t have to understand, just stand by me and be my friend?”
Tears came to Ginny’s eyes, “You’re daft; don’t you know that? But you can trust me, I won’t peach.”
“You are my friend.” Hermione’s eyes were shiny with emotion. “The best friend any girl could ask for.”
&&&
Minerva McGonagall watched Prof. Snape leave the Great Hall. She turned to Headmaster Dumbledore.
“You know, I believe that young man needs watching.”
“Snape?”
“Yes. Something not quite right is going on.”
“Do tell,” he nodded.
“I heard him – humming.” She remarked in a conspiratorial manner.
“Oh, well. I suppose it was some mournful dirge,” replied Dumbledore pursing his lips.
“No, no, that was the problem. as Mas Mozart!” McGonagall seemed quite offended.
“Oh?”
“The Magic Flute, if I am not mistaken.” She glared.
Dumbledore’s eye’s flashed with concern. “Well, then you’re quite right. It looks like our boy may have gotten himself in over his head again. Thank you for mentioning it. These are dire times we are living in.” He helped himself to the last of the gooseberry crumble, drowned it in custard and tucked his long white beard inside his robes. He then took anrediredibly large mouthful.
&&&
“Dear Mother,
“Do you remember telling me about palingenesis when I was a child? An unusual situation has arisen that puts me in mind of those stories. I have made the acquaintance of a young woman. I believe I mentioned her to you not long ago? It seems that she may be an example of one of those tales. Could this be so?”
Snape put down his quill and ran his hands through his hair. Why has my Tara been made flesh again for me, wondered Snape.s shs she been sent to torture me? So close to my own approaching death, will I fall in love, only to lose her again when the Dark Lord casts the final curse? My mind is reeli Mot Mother, I so wish you were here to tell me what I should do with her, for her? They are so alike and yet, the differences are remarkable. Where Tara was a street fighter with the mouth of a sailor, Laura is refined and demure. Where Tara would laugh at my foibles, Laura finds me threatening. I abutebute this mostly to the influence of their different upbringings. However, there are things Laura has done and said that make me wonder if she doesn’t know of my Death Eater background.
Snape took up the quill again:
“I shall write openly to you now on a subject that I dare not before. I am under a death sentence from the Dark Lord. It is no longer a matter of if, but when. Strange to say, this girl’s presence in my life brings me such joy that I can no longer view death with my former aplomb.
Your loving son,
Severus”
As usual, he sprinkled the drying powder upon the document and committed it to the fire.
&&&
They sat in a peaceable silence before the fire. They had already discussed so much. And then she asked, “Why do you continue teaching?”
He smirked, “Isn’t it obvious? I love teaching.”
“Oh.”
“It’s the students I can’t stand.”
Hermione stared at him. Was he joking?
“Oh, you needn’t look so scandalized.” He reached forward anppedpped the last of a scone into his mouth.
“Is it because they’re all thick?” she knew she shouldn’t ask. But she really wanted to know.
“Well, no, sometimes the most annoying ones are also the most brilliant. Let me tell you about this Know-it-all I have to instruct.” He leaned back and Hermione sat on the edge of her seat.
A/N: I dedicate this very short chapter to my best friend at St. Leonard’s School in St. Andrews, Scot. —D.L. My final year there, I actually did sneak my boyfriend, N.F., up to my room one Sunday afternoon and gave my virginity to him. Rumors got around and my friend out and out lied to cover for me. Not that it mattered much if I’d been expelled; I’d already been accepted to a college back in the States for that fall. Still, she put her neck out for me and that’s what counts. Let’s hear it for girl power.
And N.F.? Wherever you are? Thank you. I had a great time. ;)
I quite agree with Karena Elizabeth -- cliffhangers are evil!
It’s all Rowling’s – except maybe what you don’t recognize.
Ginny walked into the Seventh Form Girls’ Dormitory. She immediately spotted Hermione sitting on her bed, reading one of her new books, which was courtesy, Ginny assumed, of Professor Snape. As soon as she was certain that there was no one else in the room, she sat herself at the foot of the bed and warded the door.
Hermione looked up and waited.
“Tall, dark and ugly as sin? So you met Snape that day in Diagon Alley?”
Hermione studied her best friend and slowly nodded.
“Who did he think you were?”
“Ginny…”
“No, this isn’t a game anymore, Hermione. You could get into serious trouble. You don’t play games with teachers, especially not one with the dark mark.” She took the book from Hermione and gently shut it.
“You remember how I was dressed. It was really hot outside that day.”
“Quite.”
“Well, it seems that I was also standing right in front of the alleyway to the local bordello.”
“Oh, no!” Ginny groaned.
“Oh, yes. He propositioned me.” Hermione felt a tiny giggle seek to erupt and squashed it.
“Oh, Gods. Snape wanted to –” Ginny blushed. “How did it go—What did you do?”
“I told him he’d made a mistake and he hightailed it out of there like I’d just turned into a Dementor.”
“And that’s all that happened?”
“Until we ran, I mean, I ran into him outside of a shop last Saturday. Then he apologized and asked me to tea.” Hermione attempted not to smile and then gave up and grinned.
“Hermione, he just wants to get into your pants.” Ginny was frowning at her. “You have more sense than this, I know you do.”
“Ginny,” Hermione sought out and captured her hands in her own, “Ginny, you must understand. Snape’s different. We talk. He speaks to me as if I’m his equal. This is more than sex.”
“You’re fooling no one but yourself. He’s still a man.”
“And even if that were the case…” Hermione licked her lips, quite unaware of the obvious body language.
“You can’t want him!” Ginny’s voice went up into a reasonable facsimile of her mother’s. “That’s sick. Go make up with Neville. He’s good looking, well built, and has a sweet personality. Damn, if you don’t want Neville I’ll take him.”
“And you’re welcome to do so. I don’t own him and I don’t ever want to talk to him again.” Hermione prayed that this conversation would be over soon.
“Maybe I will.” Ginny got up and gave her friend one last look. “So you still expect us to help you with all this?”
Hermione met her friend’s eyes with a steady gaze. “Yes, I do.” She got up and hugged Ginny. “Please, you don’t have to understand, just stand by me and be my friend?”
Tears came to Ginny’s eyes, “You’re daft; don’t you know that? But you can trust me, I won’t peach.”
“You are my friend.” Hermione’s eyes were shiny with emotion. “The best friend any girl could ask for.”
&&&
Minerva McGonagall watched Prof. Snape leave the Great Hall. She turned to Headmaster Dumbledore.
“You know, I believe that young man needs watching.”
“Snape?”
“Yes. Something not quite right is going on.”
“Do tell,” he nodded.
“I heard him – humming.” She remarked in a conspiratorial manner.
“Oh, well. I suppose it was some mournful dirge,” replied Dumbledore pursing his lips.
“No, no, that was the problem. as Mas Mozart!” McGonagall seemed quite offended.
“Oh?”
“The Magic Flute, if I am not mistaken.” She glared.
Dumbledore’s eye’s flashed with concern. “Well, then you’re quite right. It looks like our boy may have gotten himself in over his head again. Thank you for mentioning it. These are dire times we are living in.” He helped himself to the last of the gooseberry crumble, drowned it in custard and tucked his long white beard inside his robes. He then took anrediredibly large mouthful.
&&&
“Dear Mother,
“Do you remember telling me about palingenesis when I was a child? An unusual situation has arisen that puts me in mind of those stories. I have made the acquaintance of a young woman. I believe I mentioned her to you not long ago? It seems that she may be an example of one of those tales. Could this be so?”
Snape put down his quill and ran his hands through his hair. Why has my Tara been made flesh again for me, wondered Snape.s shs she been sent to torture me? So close to my own approaching death, will I fall in love, only to lose her again when the Dark Lord casts the final curse? My mind is reeli Mot Mother, I so wish you were here to tell me what I should do with her, for her? They are so alike and yet, the differences are remarkable. Where Tara was a street fighter with the mouth of a sailor, Laura is refined and demure. Where Tara would laugh at my foibles, Laura finds me threatening. I abutebute this mostly to the influence of their different upbringings. However, there are things Laura has done and said that make me wonder if she doesn’t know of my Death Eater background.
Snape took up the quill again:
“I shall write openly to you now on a subject that I dare not before. I am under a death sentence from the Dark Lord. It is no longer a matter of if, but when. Strange to say, this girl’s presence in my life brings me such joy that I can no longer view death with my former aplomb.
Your loving son,
Severus”
As usual, he sprinkled the drying powder upon the document and committed it to the fire.
&&&
They sat in a peaceable silence before the fire. They had already discussed so much. And then she asked, “Why do you continue teaching?”
He smirked, “Isn’t it obvious? I love teaching.”
“Oh.”
“It’s the students I can’t stand.”
Hermione stared at him. Was he joking?
“Oh, you needn’t look so scandalized.” He reached forward anppedpped the last of a scone into his mouth.
“Is it because they’re all thick?” she knew she shouldn’t ask. But she really wanted to know.
“Well, no, sometimes the most annoying ones are also the most brilliant. Let me tell you about this Know-it-all I have to instruct.” He leaned back and Hermione sat on the edge of her seat.
A/N: I dedicate this very short chapter to my best friend at St. Leonard’s School in St. Andrews, Scot. —D.L. My final year there, I actually did sneak my boyfriend, N.F., up to my room one Sunday afternoon and gave my virginity to him. Rumors got around and my friend out and out lied to cover for me. Not that it mattered much if I’d been expelled; I’d already been accepted to a college back in the States for that fall. Still, she put her neck out for me and that’s what counts. Let’s hear it for girl power.
And N.F.? Wherever you are? Thank you. I had a great time. ;)
I quite agree with Karena Elizabeth -- cliffhangers are evil!