Dating Habits of Wizarding College Students
Chapter 07 - Too Long A Wait
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Potter world, including Severus Snape.
All characters and characterizations from the world are property of JK
Rowling. Dianthus
and other original characters are solely of my imagination, however.
I welcome comments and reviews,
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may delete them after a time, to reduce my personal embarrassment, but rest
assured that I will the them and take any appropriate statements to heart.
I cannot emphasize enough that you
must read Dianthus Stories in order
for this tale to make any sense at all.
In fact, you’ll note that this is actually part III – parts I and II are
both contained in Dianthus Stories,
so go read that one first.
Here there be
sexual activity. Right here in this
cha.
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Chapter Seven –
Too Long a Wait
Dianthus was too
nervous to eat that Friday evening. Her
classes had dragged all that day, as she daydreamed of the night to come.
who seemed just as eager to begin their weekends, she’d apparated straight into
Diagon Alley. The shops had seemed
filled with witches and wizards determined to drag their feet about selecting
and paying for their groceries, oblivious to her irritated sighs and tapping
foot.
She’d raced
through her homework for the weekend, and was done with every essay and paper
by six – just about the time Snape was sitting down to dinner at Hogwarts.
time, and tried to write a letter to Ogey, but it was no use:
when all she could think of was Snape’s body hovering over hers.
She went through
her mental list again and then once more for good measure:
wine, check; clean sheets on the bed, check; fluffy towels in the cupboard,
check; wand in pocket, check.
She started a fire
and then paced anxiously back and forth in front of it, unable to decide
whether she should take off her robes to save time, or let Snape undress her
when he arrived. After fifteen minutes
of repeatedly debating the pros and cons of each strategy out loud to herself,
she thought she should remain clothed.
After all, she told herself firmly, she hadn’t bought those knickers just
for them to lie crumpled on the floor the entire night.
That decision
made, she turned immediately to how she would greet him.
out at him and pinning him to the wall.
They could deal with any injuries later.
But then, she reasoned with herself, getting slightly hysterical, the
entire effect of the knickers would be lost, because he would yank them off so
quickly – or maybe she would yank them off so quickly.
couch, with a glass of wine in her hand, calmly reading.
work, she thought with a snort. She
was shaking so badly she didn’t think she could pour a glass of wine, much less
hold it steady.
She scurried into
the bedroom and checked the bed again.
It was still made, the pillows fully fluffed.
ready. Growing more agitated by the
minute, she stood before her grandmother’s mirror.
“Tell me about my
grandmother,” she said urgently, ignoring her disheveled reflection.
and curl her hair. I don’t care, just
talk. I need some distraction.”
“Oh, that’s what I
am, a distraction? I have a purpose, you
know!” yelled the mirror, instantly offended.
“I’m supposed to tell you how you look!”
“Oh,
you’re no help!” Dianthus shouted at it.
It had always been touchy, she knew, but it was just a fucking mirror!
As if it read her
mind, the mirror shrieked, “I may only be a mirror, but I have feelings!”
“Please, please,
just do me this favor,” said Dianthus.
She put a hand up to the mirror.
“I know you’re sensitive. I’m
sorry I hurt your feelings. Just do this
for me!” The last bit came out in kind
of a strangled bellow.
“Dianthus, are you
expecting visitors?” the mirror whispered suddenly.
Snape was leaning
against her door frame, gloriously nude, arms crossed over his chest.
weakened for two seconds at seeing him, and then her stomach began doing
somersaults. For a breathless moment she
just stared at him as if he were an apparition.
She couldn’t believe he was here, finally.
refused to obey. She opened her mouth to
speak, but her throat was so dry no words could pass, and she couldn’t think of
one logical thing to say in any case.
She felt like someone had put her in a full body bind, and then
stupefied her for good measure.
And then he was
walking steadily toward her in silence.
She watched him move, trying with very little success to control her
breathing. He said nothing as he stood
before her, staring down at her so intently she thought he might be angry, but
for the fact that his hands were already resting on her waist.
speak, to at least say hello.
Snape leaned in to
kiss her tenderly, his hands moving to the neck of her robes.
kisses growing more eager, he unfastened the buttons, then pushed the robe from
her shoulders and down over her arms, finally trailing his fingers along her
hands, tracing the outline of his ring on her finger.
at the creamy silk knickers and camisole she’d chosen to wear.
His attention
seemed captured by the camisole especially.
He slid one finger under each strap and lifted slightly,
torso to slip underneath the soft material and back up along her skin.
kneading them lightly, while one bare leg gently worked its way between her
thighs, pressing her to the vanity.
He lowered his
head to her shoulder, with his hands still massaging her breasts, and Dianthus
leaned back on the vanity and raised her head, offering him unfettered access
to her neck. Snape inhaled deeply
through his nose, sniffing her skin and her hair, breathing into her ear, while
she squirmed in delight against his leg.
He moved away and
carefully pulled the camisole back down before he held out his hand to
her. She took it, and he led her from
the vanity. They climbed into the bed
together, and he lay on his side, gazing at her for a moment before lowering
his head again, this time to her breasts.
The faintly rough texture of the silk rubbed deliciously against her
skin as he moved back and forth between them, sucking and licking each one
through the delicate fabric, until her nipples were clearly visible through the
damp areas he’d created.
When it seemed
he’d had enough of her breasts for the moment, Snape moved down her torso,
rubbing his face and cheek along the surface of the camisole until he reached
her hips. Here he ran his mouth over the
delicate material of her knickers, plucking at the waistband with his teeth
until it moved low enough to reveal her thatch of pubic hair.
against her through the fabric, while he kissed her abdomen.
force her hips to remain almost still, even as he massaged the silk gently
against her. She couldn’t hold back a
weak groan, though.
Neither, it
seemed, could he. With anotheran, an, he
rose to his knees and pulled urgently at her knickers.
tugged the knickers roughly down her legs and over her feet, flinging them to
the floor as he crawled on top of her.
They grunted together as he slid inside of her.
slide out if they weren’t careful.
“Cara mia,” he breathed
against her ear. “How I’ve missed you.”
“Shh,” she
whispered, putting her hand over his mouth.
He drew her index finger between his lips and sucked it with his eyes
closed until she pulled it gently away, afraid the sensations running through her
ld old overwhelm her completely.
They moved
together, Snape’s mouth exploring her neck more fully, Dianthus roaming his
back and shoulders with her hands, their sighs mingling in the silence of the
room. Dianthus was aching with need, and
from the trembling she felt in his muscles, he was too.
“Faster,” she
gasped.
“Patience,” he
crooned, though his body coed wed with her demand.
“You need it too,
I know you do,” she moaned, pulling his hips down hard as she thrust upward.
“I need
painfully into her shoulders. She
discounted the pain, because he didn’t hold back any longer, instead driving as
quickly as he could against her. In
minutes they were both glistening from exertion, urging each other on with
stifled gasps and grunts of pleasure, until Dianthus climaxed with a wail,
still rocking up to meet him in anticipation of his final prolonged
thrust. She couldn’t tell if the sounds
he made when he came indicated pleasure or pain or maybe even simple relief,
but he twitched into her for a long time before rolling off her, still
completely out of breath.
“A month is too
long,” he wheezed.
“I tried to tell
you,” Dianthus said smugly. She sat up
and pulled off the camisole – it stuck to her skin every inch of the way.
the floor.
“You are becoming
a horribly conniving little sneak,” he said reprovingly, when she had curled
against him.
“What are you
babbling about?” she said, lifting her head to look at him.
“All you could
give me was ‘more ice,’ and here you are tonight, wearing those–” he pointed
over the side of the bed, “–those flimsy little pieces of nothing. It was worse than
if you had been stark naked underneath your robes.”
“I noticed you got
a thrill out of them just now,” Dianthus said, “but I didn’t think that my
underclothes came under the heading of a suggestion.”
Snape moved one
hand to her breast.< sty style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “Mmm…silk on
silk. When my hands were on you, it was
silove ove and silk beneath.” He pushed
her onto her back. “And
those knickers. More inflammatory
than the ones you wore in The Leaky Cauldron.”
“You didn’t
actually get to touch the ones in The Leaky Cauldron,” she reminded him.
“And they were
absolutely soaking,” he murmured, his mouth joining the hand at her breast.
them and still tasted you. Maybe we’ll
do that tomorrow, what do you think?”
“Why not tonight?”
she said eagerly.
“Because you’re
not going to be wearing knickers for the rest of the night,” he aineained,
moving into her favorite position. “So
we’ll just have to do it the old fashioned way.”
“We can experiment
later,” she agreed on a gasp. His tongue
slid over her with the self-assurance borne of familiarity, and his arm held
her hips confidently in place while she struggled happily beneath it.
She had almost
recovered from her third orgasm when Snape laid his head on her thigh and said
casually, “We might try something tonight, if you’re up for it.”
“What is it?”
panted Dianthus immediately.
Snape’s expression
turned thoughtful. “On second thought,
perhaps we should have something to eat first.”
“Not hungry,”
Dianthus barked, sitting up.
“You lie,” Snape
laughed. He turned slightly to look up
at her from her lap. “I could hear your
stomach grumbling just a minute ago.” He
looked at her suspiciously. “You
“I went to the
shops today,” said Dianthus, adopting a hurt look.
“Come on, then,”
he said briskly, ignoring her expression.
“Some food, and then I’ll show you.”
He pulled her out of the bed.
“You horde
information like a camel hordes water, you know,” she grumbled, trailing behind
him through the bedroom door. “You could
give me a fucking clue.”
“It’s so much more
fun to show you,” he said, giving her an evil grin over his shoulder.
away immediately, but it never does.”
“Very funny,” she
grunted. She looked around the living
room for his robes. “Where are your
clothes?”
“In your bedroom
closet,” he said with a superior smile.
“Oh.”
He looked askance
at her. “What?
“Of course not,”
she scoffed. “I – I just thought maybe
you had disapparated naked.”
Snape rolled his
eyes. “That would have looked fairly
odd, if I had walked through the castle grounds with no clothing on.
tomorrow morning.”
“You can’t
disapparate from your rooms?”
“Not from anywhere
on the grounds,” he said with a shrug.
“Didn’t you know that?”
“Obviously not,”
she snarled, yanking open the refrigerator and feeling decidedly stupid.
Snape stood behind
her as she rummaged through the food she’d picked up earlier.
came in,” he said.
Dianthus
grimaced. “It’s a little touchy.
It was my grandmother’s.”
“I see.
I was able to walk undetected into your bedroom again, Dianthus.”
She
stiffened. “I took the wards off because
you were coming.”
“I can get through
your locks just fine,” he said, even more softly.
“Severus, I–”
“I was quite
certain I had made my point the last time I was here,” he said, turning her to
face him. “Have you been locking up
every night like you told me you would?”
“Yes, of course,”
she snapped, angry that he was treating her like a child.
“So, next
time?” There was definitely an ominous
tone to his voice.
“Next time it will
take you an hour to get in here,” she hissed, jerking away from him.
“Dius,”us,” he
said quietly, “anyone could have walked in here prior to my arrival.”
happened to you.”
“But no one walked
in here but you,” she muttered.
“I’m begging
you. Promise me,” he said, tipping her
face up to his.
“I promise,” she
sighed.
His eyes
narrowed. “You promised me last time.”
“I – I couldn’t
wait to see you,” she whispered. “We
don’t have enough time as it is; one bloody night, and if you have to get
through those fucking locks–”
“I’ll be much
happier spending three minutes to get through those fucking locks,” he said firmly.
She goggled at
him. “Severus, it’ll take more time than
that!”
He smiled
gently. “No, it won’t.”
Dianthus
sniffed. “What are you going to fix us
to eat?”