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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
3,322
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Be Silent, Be Still
Amelie sighed, running her hands through her hair. Which only proved to make her only more frustrated. She didn’t have enough hair to do so. She growled, banging her head back against the headboard of her bed. She’d thought it a great idea to get such a boyish cut, but that was back when she didn’t have any stress. When she didn’t have to deal with Dark Lords, twinkle-eyed old guys, or snarky bastards.
The snarky bastard would probably be the funnest, she thought wryly. While the tutoring would be a pain, gruesome actually, she found it fun to annoy him. And when he got angry, his face turned all red, and a vein throbbed in his forehead… It was hilarious to watch.
And it had nothing to do with Dumbledore making him swear not to hex her. Nothing at all.
Amelie smirked. So, she figured, there was nothing he could do in retaliation, right?
She found to her surprise, that she was anticipating her first training session. And not just because it would be her first time delving into her magical powers, but the prospect of seeing Professor Snape as well.
“Just to torture him, of course,” she assured herself. “It’s not like I like him. He’s all greasy, and icky….”
Oh, come on. the evil, snide voice in the back of her mind chirped back. You always go for the snarks. And not to mention that voice of his…
“Shut up,” she hissed, punching a fist into the mattress.
“Um, I didn’t say anything…” Ai said slowly, eyeing her like she was some wayward Victorian gone mad.
“Uh,” Amelie stammered. “How long have you been there?”
Ai grinned. “Long enough to know you’ve got the hots for a certain greasy git.”
Damn. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Amelie insisted, practically tumbling off the bed in her haste to stand up. “And if you tell anyone about this- not that there’s anything to tell, ‘cause there isn’t- I’ll find out the worst hex there is, and use it on you.”
Ai was laughing at her. “Sure, whatever you say, love.”
Amelie stuck out her tongue as Ai closed the bedroom door on her. “Muffin fucker!”
“Go do something productive with your time!” Ai yelled from the other side of the door, her voice muffled by the thick wood. “You know, we could use some new material for the shows!”
“Mehnahnahblah blah…” Amelie whined, scrunching up her face, but she still listened to Ai’s basic orders and made her way back to the study from the night before. She liked playing on the piano there, it helped calm her, and it was better than laying in bed thinking about… well, you know.
Her fingers traced the yellowed keys lightly, thinking of a song to sing. She smiled slightly as one came to mind. It could still use some fine-tuning, but it would do.
“Be silent, be still
Don't make me chase you
I'll warn you, I will
Just to embrace you
I'll get my fill
So be silent, be still
Be hopeful, be brave
I only want you more
When you misbehave
I know I've said that before
It's your touch I crave
So be silent, be still
You, I adore
Must you ignore
It doesn't matter what you say anymore
This is our night
Why must we fight?
Don't close the door
Be careful, my dear
If you're not nice
I'll give you reason to fear
But I'll think twice
Don't pretend you don't hear
Just be silent, be still
You, I adore
Must you ignore
It doesn't matter what you say anymore
This is our night
Why must we fight?
Don't close the door
Now listen to me
I'd rather tie you up
Than let you go free
You must be kind, my dear
I think you'll agree
These are the words you've sung to me
So there's no hope you see
For still inside I will never be”
“Miss Autumn, if you would be so kind to quit fiddling with that horrid instrument,” Snape growled, “we could begin your lesson. That is, unless you think the threat of death is so insignificant that you can be late to it for… this.” His lips twisted in a disdainful sneer.
Amelie whipped around, almost falling off the bench, and the piano made a discordant sound as her hands hit the keys.
Snape cringed. “Did I not just tell you to stop, you foolish girl?! My head hurts enough as it is.”
“Are you insulting my musical talent?!” Amelie practically screeched.
She could feel her face reddening as she raised to her feet, fists clenched as she stalked toward him. The top of her head barely came up to his chin, and for a moment she felt intimidated.
“More like lack thereof,” he was saying, sneer still firmly in place. “How you sell music with that banshee of voice, I’ll never know.”
“How-how DARE you!” Amelie huffed. “I happen to have a perfectly acceptable voice. At least I’m not a greasy, yellow-toothed, bad-tempered bastard like you!”
Amelie felt her back hit the piano and it made another discordant sound. Snape’s wand was pointed at her throat, his teeth bared savagely.
“I would suggest, Miss Autumn, that you remember who the professor is here,” he hissed, his crooked nose bare inches from her own. “And while I am not allowed to hex you, as a fully capable wizard, I know of many creative spells that I may still use as punishment for your actions.”
“Capable?” she scoffed, proud that her voice remained strong despite the twinge of fear inside her. “Of what, PROFESSOR? Is that true? So capable wizards need spells to control their women now?”
His jaw twitched and his wand dug into her throat painfully. His cold, dark eyes were raking over her body impassively. “I would hardly call you a woman.”
Before she could utter another word of protest, he cut her off with an efficient “Silencio”. He waved his wand at the large oak desk and a pile of books and papers appeared.
He smirked. “There will be no need for talking during this lesson. These are the required books for first year students. You are to read them all tonight. And I suggest you stop gaping like a fool. You’ll catch flies.”
Her mouth snapped shut as she glared balefully at him. Bastard, she thought, as she threw herself into the overstuffed chair at the desk and opened the first book. Snape settled himself down at another chair and opened a book of his own, that bloody smirk refusing to die down.
I hate that bloody, infuriating, bastard, she was screaming mentally.
But he’s still sexy, the evil part of her called back in a sing-song voice.
SHUT UP! She screeched back, partially glad that the silencing spell kept her from embarrassing herself once again.
That night was a long one, and by the time she was passed out on her bed, the sun was already rising, and her brain felt like a massive pile of knowledge goo.
The snarky bastard would probably be the funnest, she thought wryly. While the tutoring would be a pain, gruesome actually, she found it fun to annoy him. And when he got angry, his face turned all red, and a vein throbbed in his forehead… It was hilarious to watch.
And it had nothing to do with Dumbledore making him swear not to hex her. Nothing at all.
Amelie smirked. So, she figured, there was nothing he could do in retaliation, right?
She found to her surprise, that she was anticipating her first training session. And not just because it would be her first time delving into her magical powers, but the prospect of seeing Professor Snape as well.
“Just to torture him, of course,” she assured herself. “It’s not like I like him. He’s all greasy, and icky….”
Oh, come on. the evil, snide voice in the back of her mind chirped back. You always go for the snarks. And not to mention that voice of his…
“Shut up,” she hissed, punching a fist into the mattress.
“Um, I didn’t say anything…” Ai said slowly, eyeing her like she was some wayward Victorian gone mad.
“Uh,” Amelie stammered. “How long have you been there?”
Ai grinned. “Long enough to know you’ve got the hots for a certain greasy git.”
Damn. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Amelie insisted, practically tumbling off the bed in her haste to stand up. “And if you tell anyone about this- not that there’s anything to tell, ‘cause there isn’t- I’ll find out the worst hex there is, and use it on you.”
Ai was laughing at her. “Sure, whatever you say, love.”
Amelie stuck out her tongue as Ai closed the bedroom door on her. “Muffin fucker!”
“Go do something productive with your time!” Ai yelled from the other side of the door, her voice muffled by the thick wood. “You know, we could use some new material for the shows!”
“Mehnahnahblah blah…” Amelie whined, scrunching up her face, but she still listened to Ai’s basic orders and made her way back to the study from the night before. She liked playing on the piano there, it helped calm her, and it was better than laying in bed thinking about… well, you know.
Her fingers traced the yellowed keys lightly, thinking of a song to sing. She smiled slightly as one came to mind. It could still use some fine-tuning, but it would do.
“Be silent, be still
Don't make me chase you
I'll warn you, I will
Just to embrace you
I'll get my fill
So be silent, be still
Be hopeful, be brave
I only want you more
When you misbehave
I know I've said that before
It's your touch I crave
So be silent, be still
You, I adore
Must you ignore
It doesn't matter what you say anymore
This is our night
Why must we fight?
Don't close the door
Be careful, my dear
If you're not nice
I'll give you reason to fear
But I'll think twice
Don't pretend you don't hear
Just be silent, be still
You, I adore
Must you ignore
It doesn't matter what you say anymore
This is our night
Why must we fight?
Don't close the door
Now listen to me
I'd rather tie you up
Than let you go free
You must be kind, my dear
I think you'll agree
These are the words you've sung to me
So there's no hope you see
For still inside I will never be”
“Miss Autumn, if you would be so kind to quit fiddling with that horrid instrument,” Snape growled, “we could begin your lesson. That is, unless you think the threat of death is so insignificant that you can be late to it for… this.” His lips twisted in a disdainful sneer.
Amelie whipped around, almost falling off the bench, and the piano made a discordant sound as her hands hit the keys.
Snape cringed. “Did I not just tell you to stop, you foolish girl?! My head hurts enough as it is.”
“Are you insulting my musical talent?!” Amelie practically screeched.
She could feel her face reddening as she raised to her feet, fists clenched as she stalked toward him. The top of her head barely came up to his chin, and for a moment she felt intimidated.
“More like lack thereof,” he was saying, sneer still firmly in place. “How you sell music with that banshee of voice, I’ll never know.”
“How-how DARE you!” Amelie huffed. “I happen to have a perfectly acceptable voice. At least I’m not a greasy, yellow-toothed, bad-tempered bastard like you!”
Amelie felt her back hit the piano and it made another discordant sound. Snape’s wand was pointed at her throat, his teeth bared savagely.
“I would suggest, Miss Autumn, that you remember who the professor is here,” he hissed, his crooked nose bare inches from her own. “And while I am not allowed to hex you, as a fully capable wizard, I know of many creative spells that I may still use as punishment for your actions.”
“Capable?” she scoffed, proud that her voice remained strong despite the twinge of fear inside her. “Of what, PROFESSOR? Is that true? So capable wizards need spells to control their women now?”
His jaw twitched and his wand dug into her throat painfully. His cold, dark eyes were raking over her body impassively. “I would hardly call you a woman.”
Before she could utter another word of protest, he cut her off with an efficient “Silencio”. He waved his wand at the large oak desk and a pile of books and papers appeared.
He smirked. “There will be no need for talking during this lesson. These are the required books for first year students. You are to read them all tonight. And I suggest you stop gaping like a fool. You’ll catch flies.”
Her mouth snapped shut as she glared balefully at him. Bastard, she thought, as she threw herself into the overstuffed chair at the desk and opened the first book. Snape settled himself down at another chair and opened a book of his own, that bloody smirk refusing to die down.
I hate that bloody, infuriating, bastard, she was screaming mentally.
But he’s still sexy, the evil part of her called back in a sing-song voice.
SHUT UP! She screeched back, partially glad that the silencing spell kept her from embarrassing herself once again.
That night was a long one, and by the time she was passed out on her bed, the sun was already rising, and her brain felt like a massive pile of knowledge goo.