Dating Habits of Wizarding College Students
Chapter 08 - Early To Bed, Early To Rise
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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 read 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.
This chapter contains sexual references,
sexual activity, and sexual language.
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Chapter Eight –
Early to Bed, Early to Rise
Snape sneered at
her. “After all of the effort you’ve put
in? Your vile language when I offered to bring something we’ll likely be
missing in two hours?”
“Severus,” she
whined. “You’re much better than I am.”
“At many things,”
he said evenly. “But the fact remains
that you need practice more than I do.”
He leaned against the dining room table and crossed his arms.
“You’re not even
going to help me?” she squeaked.
He stood from the
edge of the table. “You’re right.
wands in his hand. “Here,” he said,
tossing hers to her. “I’ll keep mine at
the ready, for the fire you will undoubtedly start.”
defensive position.
Dianthus glared at
him. '> “You pompous fuck.”
malicious smile, but at least he lowered his wand.
muttering a string of swear words that even Aster would have been proud of.
“You’ll eat those
words before you eat this chicken,” she assured him viciously. “I was going to make this tomorrow.”
opened her recipe book to the only one she could usually count on to come out
half-decent. She’d been making it at
least twice a week since she discovered it, and each time it improved
slightly. It was quick and, most of the
time, edible. Even Iris liked it.
Snape said nothing
the entire time she cooked. Of course,
she was cursing him steadily, so perhaps he didn’t see an opening.
cut the chicken, set knives to chopping herbs (not nearly as efficiently as his
had, but passably, she thought), assigned still more knives to cleaning and
cutting vegetables. She had even worked
out how to make the sauce without burning it all to hell.
front of him.
“This looks
cioucious,” he said, without a trace of apology for his snarky comments.
“It is,” snarled
Dianthus. The chicken was perfectly
seasoned, the vegetables tender but crisp.
It was just like the book said it should be.
would never admit it. Just the last time
she’d made it, the vegetables had come out rather limp, and the sauce a little
grainy, and she hadn’t been able to figure out why.
“Tell me what else
you’ve made,” he said, digging into his plate with gusto.
“Didn’t you have
dinner?” she asked. His food was
disappearing far more quickly than hers was, although she was making a valiant
effort to keep up with him.
“Of course I had
dinner,” he snorted. “I’m only eating so
you don’t have to eat alone. Tell me
what else you’ve made. Have you made
eggs?” He took another huge bite.
“You said you were
starving earlier.”
“I wanted to make
sure you ate some real food. You’ve loweigweight since I was here last, and I don’t like it.
“I don’t see how
you can be hungry again,” she said.
“Tell me what else
you’ve made.” He bit gleefully into a
carrot.
“Things,” she said
vaguely. Only if not much counted as things.
“Have you made
eggs?”
“Severus, what is
your obsession with this? Isn’t it
enough that I can cook this, tonight?”
“Maybe you should
try baking,” he said. “You’re cooking
breakfast, by the way.” He pointed his
loaded fork at her before shoving it into his mouth.
“What?” she
shouted.
“I made us dinner
both nights, and I cooked breakfast
on Sunday,” he pointed out.
“Cheese and
crackers? Fruit?
They spent the
remainder of the meal arguing over it.
“We’ll fix breakfast together, then.
And I’ll make dinner tomorrow night,” Snape finally sighed.
Dianthus
hesitated. “Well, I–”
his face. “I was going to cook this
tomorrow, I told you,” she said defensively.
“I didn’t really think we’d be cooking tonight.
already had dinner!”
“You were
respole fle for getting us enough food!”
“There is plenty
of food,” she bit out. “Just nothing
that requires cooking. Scones, biscuits,
yogurt, things like that. I know, let’s
have a nice rounded meal of cheese and crackers,” she finished, with the most
scathing look she could come up with.
Snape stalked to
the refrigerator and peered in. Then he
rummaged through every cupboard. “Well,
there’s chicken left,” he finally said, though he didn’t look happy about it.
“It is quite good
the next day,” Dianthus said anxiously.
“I’ll make do,” he
griped. He walked back to the table and
picked up his wand. “Let’s clean up and
then we’ll have a shower.”
Dianthus
brightened. “And then you’ll show me?”
He turned and cast
a long glance down her body. “And then
I’ll show you,” he promised.
Dianthus decided
afterward that she liked what he showed her, very much.
she asked breathlessly, when they had finished.
“I don’t know,”
Snape said doubtfully. “I’d really have
to bend, since you’re so short.”
“I’m not short!”
she protested loudly.
“Since you are not
as tall as I am,” Snape corrected promptly, with an amused smilp>
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“I need to brush
my teeth,” she grimaced.
“I’m surprised you
even wanted to do that,” he said.
“Probably not
again,” she said truthfully. Then she
shrugged. “But it was okay that one
time. Um, what would you call that?”
interested. In fact, she was trying to
figure out what she would tell Melanie in her next letter.
“Mutual oral
gratification,” he told her knowledgably.
“It’s a lot more
fun than that makes it sound,” she frowned.
“Also known as
sixty nine,” he said.
“Sixty nine?
we’ve been doing?”
Snape looked like
he might like to burst out laughing, but he controlled himself and retrieved
his wand from under his pillow. “Behold
my powers of edification,” he said, as he drew the number six and then the
number nine in dark green flames in the air above them.
turned on their side, one on top of the other, and began wriggling and bumping
against each other.
Dianthus
gasped. “That is so tactless!” she
hissed. But it was spellbinding to
watch, too, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the undulating, swelling
numbers.
“But quite
descriptive, wouldn’t you agree?” Now he
was laughing.
of the numbers began squirming faster.
“That one appears to be having an extremely good time,” Snape said
evenly.
“Kill it!” she
hissed. Then she said, “Which one is the
female? The six or the nine?”
“Whichever one is
louder,” Snape said immediately, and then he rolled quickly out of her way
before she could kick him.
They both brushed
their teeth (Snape conjured himself a toothbrush to use, but refused her offer
that he keep one permanently in her bathroom) and Dianthus curled next to him
again.
“I’m exhausted,”
she yawned.
“I’m surprised you
would admit it,” he said.
“Mmm…I’ll ignore
that. What’s next on the agenda?”
“Sleep,” he
groaned.
“I mean
tomorrow.” She could hardly keep her
eyes open. The excitement of the day was
catching up with her.
“You’ll see,” he
said noncommittally.
“Oh!” “Good thinking,” “Did you get to “No, but I think It seemed she had “Get up,” he “What the bloody “Breakfast time,” Dianthus groaned Turned out, there “Does this mean I “No,” he said, She took it “Early,” he “Oh, but why “I prefer my women “I would have been “Ready for a “I adore the “I do as well,” he “Can we both “Not in the “But some other time,” “Definitely.” She said, “Is this the “Actually, no,” he She waited until “Not yet,” he “You’re lucky I “I’m quite certain “Yours is in the “Actually, my wand “We just got “I’ll wash you Only after they “You’ll need to “Are we going “We need to go “Melanie’s mum He held up a red “Because you enjoy “But it’s hard to “In your pocket,” “Ah. “This one,” he “That’s a little “We’re notng Dianthus stared at “Miss Brandywine,” “I thought you had “I switched with “We’re going “We are.
“I almost forgot.” She slid her
wand from under her pillow. “Scourgify,”
she called, pointing it at the silky heap next to the bed>
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mumbled Snape. “I’ll be wanting those
tomorrow.” He yawned loudly and said, “I
may want to take the knickers with me when I go.
use the others in class?” she said sleepily.
those cream colored ones will work much better than the black ones.
please.”
only just closed her eyes when Snape began shaking her roughly awake.
o’clock
to bed.” She lay her head back down on the
pillow.
hissed, yanking her hair. “I’ve been
trying to wake you for ten minutes!” He
threw the blankets off her, but she curled up in a fetal position around her
pillow. “Next comes cold water,” he said
warningly, and with a put-upon sigh, she rolled off the bed.
hell is going on?” she asked in irritation.
“Last time you slept until almost ten.”
he said simply.
and said, “Is there tea before we start?”
And eggs, and toast. Snape had
gone to the shops and gotten bacon. It
smelled fantastic, and tasted even better.
have to cook dinner?” Dianthus asked hesitantly, reaching for the last piece of
toast.
rolling his eyes. “That’s mine, by the
way.”
anyway. “What time did you get up?”
replied, reaching over to tear the toast in half.
sleep.”
didn’t you?” she said, excited at the thought.
conscious,” he snarled. “I went into the
bathroom and masturbated.”
conscious soon enough,” she protested.
“Next time, wake me up. I won’t
mind. Where are you in your recovery
period?”
shower,” he said roguishly. “Let’s clean
up later.” He rose from the table,
making just where he was in his recovery period very clear.
shower,” Dianthus breathed.
said, pushing her along before him.
“This time, however, you will be expending the energy to levitate
yourself.”
levitate?”
shower,” he said firmly. “One of us has
to have our feet on the ground. It’s too
confined.”
she said, picking up her wand and pointing it at herself.
“Mobilicorpus,” then threw her wand back on the bed as her feet left the
ground. Snape pulled her floating body
to him and carried her to the shower.
extent of your plans for today?” she said, when thed god gotten around to
washing each other. Snape, she noticed,
shower was clearly one of his favorite places to run his hands over her.
said, rubbing her head gently. “But this
is a good start to our day, I would say.”
he had finished rinsing her hair to say, “Are you planning on letting me in on
your plans at any point in the near future?”
said. “Don’t rub so hard, Dianthus, you
leave my hair in knots every time you wash it.”
don’t have my wand,” she hissed. “Or I’d
leave you bald.”
you would at least try,” he said placidly, pulling her legs tighter around his
waist. “Why do you think your wand is in
the bed?”
bed, too,” she said sweetly, rubbing harder as she rinsed him.
is in the kitchen. But I’m still
stronger than you are,” he growled, moving to press her against the wall again.
clean,” she laughed, as he pushed her down his body.
again,” he murmured. “After.”
had toweled off and were back in the bedroom did he begin to give her an
inkling of what he had in mind.
get dressed. Not the camisole, a bra.”
out?” she said, frowning.
shopping for dinner tonight,” he said, and began rummaging in her underwear
drawer. She peeked over his shoulder in
amusement while he closely inspected every pair of knickers and each bra.
told me where to go,” said Dianthus, with a giggle.
I told you she’s going shopping with me next weekend?
lace set and fingered it for a minute.
“Oh, this will work very well,” he said, as if he couldn’t hear her –
or, more likely, he was ignoring her.
“No, it won’t,” he finally muttered to himself, carefully placing it
back in the drawer. “Why do you have so
many, Dianthus?”
them,” she said.
choose,” he complained. He held up a
black bra. “Where are the knickers that
go with this one?” he said, a little accusingly.
she informed him.
the drawer.
sighed a moment later, as if he’d discovered the eleventh use of dragon’s
blood. He turned and handed her a
midnight blue bra and knickers to match.
fancy for grocery shopping,” she said, eyeing the scalloped lacing.
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grocery shopping,” he said. “We’re going
clothes shopping. Muggle clothes
shopping.”
him in disbelief. “You mean – are we–”
he said softly, wrapping his arms around her waist.
tonight? And perhaps go
to go back tonight,” she said, trying not to get too excited.
Vector,” Snape said. “I don’t have to be
back until tomorrow after lunch.”
out?” '> She was grinning like a fool.
London, and come back here to watch the dawn from the comfort of our bed.”