Chanel

Disclaimer :- This is a combination of Harry Potter and The new Chanel No. 5 Advert …. Both of which I love! I do not own anything to do with these two so please don’t sue. I understand It’s a strange combination which is why it’s a one shot. It’s my first ever story I’ve written and although there’s no smut I believe it to be a touching story. I also realise that the bits of speech from the advert I have used may not be correct. This is because I don’t have access to the script and wrote down the words quickly. To me they sound write and if they’re wrong….well the substitute words fit!

Anyway ….. Enjoy …….

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When did I wake … Into this dream. I Must have been the only the person who didn’t know who she was ….But my world would never be the same again ….. When she came into my life…..

Let me start from the beginning. After a rather tiresome day, shopping for supplies for the upcoming new school year, I was in a carriage on my home. As usual the traffic from Diagon Alley was murder and I, being rather impatient, was quickly growing quite bored. It was a rather cold and miserable evening for the usual sunny August, not that I minded of course. It suited my mood. Shopping has to be one of the most diabolical things on the planet. How can anybody stand it?! I spent the entire afternoon cleverly avoiding students and parents whilst trying to purchase the much need potions supplies….

My thought was cut short by the slamming of the opposite door of MY carriage. ‘What the hell?’ I couldn’t see her face. It must have been a woman. All I could see were pink frills of the over-the-top ‘dress’ she was wearing. Who did she think she was?

“Excuse me but this is my car….” She turned her face towards me. God she was beautiful. She looked like a wanton sex goddess but at the same time a sweet, innocent angelic creature. Her fiery red locks, half pinned, cascaded down her back and over her shoulders. Her dress, as over-the-top it was, made her look more of an angel, the pale pink blending with her creamy skin but the stark, bright red lipstick just screamed Sex! It contrasted beautifully with her skin. I was utterly speechless for the first time in years. I vaguely heard her mutter “Drive” to the driver. I wasn’t aware we’d stopped. I had to stop staring!

She’d turned her head again and was now staring out of the window meekly. Obviously she didn’t want to be seen. Who was she? Time had flew and not a spark of conversation had taken place in my carriage. We came to steady stand still and my door was opened. I wasn’t aware of how late it had become. I was expecting the little light, that broke through the clouds, to still be shining strongly. Instead I was greeted with the darkness that was night-time. We were at my manor. I could tell from the tall magic oil lamps mysteriously lighting themselves as soon as the sun set.

She hadn’t said anything the whole journey. her face was still turned away from me. She was admiring my manor. It was a sight I had to admit, my mother had good taste. I grabbed her hand ….. Her skin was so soft against my rough, wore hand that came with the position of potions master. I gently put firmly pulled her out of the carriage and led her to my manor.

‘This is ridiculous!’ my brain reminded me. ‘You don’t even know who she is?’. It was true. All I knew was that this beautiful woman was seeking hiding, comfort and help. That much I could give.

I had to get her out of that horrendous dress. I led her through the extensive entrance hall and up the grand staircase to the highest floor. Up there was the master suite …. My room. I didn’t plan to do anything. To be honest the thought never crossed my mind. I just wanted her to be comfortable which it was obvious she wasn’t in that dress.

When we reached my room I told her wait while I went to find her some clothes. She stood in awe taking the grand features of the gorgeous room in. I left her to enter my wardrobe. I didn’t have much in the way of feminine clothing having never had a woman in my home before. One of my shirts would surly do? I draped it over my arm and enter my room to find her sat on the window seat gazing longingly at the beautiful scenic countryside.

“It’s beautiful up here. Everything seems so peaceful.” Even her voice was perfect. It was the first time I’d listened to her voice. It was so feminine and attractive, just like her.

I handed her the shirt and showed her to the bathroom. She re-entered quietly without the crinkling material of her dress sway at her ankles. Just my shirt. She looked unbelievable. Her legs we toned and tanned, her hourglass figure just the same, well the bits I could see …

“Who are you?” I asked stupidly as if in a trance. I suppose I was. In trace from her beauty. It didn’t matter. I knew who she was to me …..

She suddenly grabbed one of the posts of my 4-poster bed and twirled to face me …. “I’m doctor!” she replied in a sing-song voice, “I love to dance” she added as she waltzed over to me.

I suddenly grabbed her waist and tipped her down. I had to taste those pouty red lips …. And I did. She tasted so sweet. Her kiss was filled with passion and longing. I pulled her onto the bed with me and made love to her all night enjoying the velvet skin underneath, and sometimes onto, of mine. “Come away with me” I whispered into her hair as we both drifted off to sleep in the early hours of the morning. I seem to remember a whispered “I love you” in reply. She couldn’t have? Must be my mind playing tricks on me.

I woke to find her body nestled into my side. She fit perfectly. I gently woke her from her slumber and sent her to bathe while I fixed breakfast. My large raven was sat awaiting me on the kitchen table, a package in front of it. The Daily Prophet? Who on earth would send me this? I never read that trash. There was a note as well ….

Severus,

I’m sure you know what to do.

Albus.

I glanced at the front page. “DISAPPEARENCE OF THE WORLDS GREASTEST …” I didn’t read the rest. It was the picture that grabbed my attention. It was her. She was famous? How did Albus know? What am I talking about he probably knew about his last week. I read the article. She was due in London tomorrow. ‘A glittering ceremony in honour of her‘. She couldn’t stay with me. I didn’t disserve a creature like that. She was to innocent and pure for the likes of me. She needed someone special with a past that wasn’t as black as my heart.

She entered the kitchen wearing that shirt again. I refused to look at her. It would just make the stabbing in my heart worse. “You must be there tomorrow” I said in a surprisingly calm voice.

“I don’t care about tomorrow” …. her angelic voice drifted into my mind. I’m tempted to take her up on her offer but I know what I have to do. It’s the right thing to do.

I sent her away to put on her dress once more. We ate then I led her back to the carriage. I was set to just see her off but as she pulled me into the carriage with me …. I knew I couldn’t resist. We spent the journey in each others arms kissing and cuddling like lovers do. All to soon we arrived at her grand mansion. The true Hollywood house on the hill for the Holly wood star. I final kiss filled with the passion and love she displayed to me over our 24 hours. “No one can tell our dream, no one!” she whispered after a final kiss followed by a heartfelt “Goodbye”.

And then se was gone.

The following day after the awards I bought the Daily Prophet. She was there. Front cover looking as beautiful as ever.

Has she forgotten? I know I will not . Her Kiss, her smile, her perfume.

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Well what did you think? I understand Severus is VERY OOC but I like this side of him. Anyway it was a one Shot. Hope you enjoyed reading it was much as I enjoyed writing it. I will be grateful for any criticism you leave me and I. Like any other author, want reviews. If you could find it in your heart to take a little time a review for me, I would be grateful! ….. I’ll consider it an early Xmas pressie!!