The Magic of Old

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Chapter 7: June

It was the beginning of my third year at Hogwarts and everything seemed to be going wrong for me these days. My possessions, especially my schoolwork, were turning up in odd places throughout the castle. I simply could not fathom how I had misplaced my essay. I had been working on it for two weeks.

"Professor Binns, I promise, I just had it!"

"Unfortunately, Miss Kinsington, you do not have it now," replied the ghost. "I cannot accept late work unless you have a note from Madam Pomfrey."

Class ended and I made my way to dinner, hoping my luck would change soon. Malfoy was laughing loudly at the Slytherin table and pointing over at me. A large group had formed around him, with Snape not looking nearly as pleased as the others. I got the impression Malfoy was somehow responsible for my recent bad fortune. Dark eyes looked up to meet mine across the room, speaking volumes. I turned away fighting off tears.

James Potter and Sirius Black had entered, late as always, but instead of sitting in their usual places, they sat next to me.

"Shove over a bit, Kinsy," said Sirius jovially.

Black sat down beside me and Potter sat across from him.

"What do you want?" I asked.

No one ever sits with me!

"I found this near the lake this afternoon." James pulled out a mess of water-logged parchment from his robes.

"My essay!" I exclaimed.

"Any idea how it got out there, Kinsington?" Potter asked.

"I have!" Black replied, nodding at Malfoy and his lot.

"Why would they bother? They're not even in my History of Magic class?" I asked.

"They don't need a reason to be nasty. I bet you anything they did it," James answered.

"Who cares? It was just a stupid essay," I stated. " Next time, I'll be more careful."

"What are you looking at?" Black yelled across the room at Snape. Severus shot him a look of pure loathing before turning back to his meal. "Old Snivilly sure seems interested in our conversation. I'd like to wipe that oily scowl off his face with a jinx or two!"

"Leave him alone!" I warned. "He sits next to me in charms and never bothers me!"

"Well, he bothers me! I hate that little prat," flared Black.

"Here, Here!" agreed Potter. "Listen, Ellie, I'd watch out for those Slytherins If I were you. They really hate Muggle-borns."

"Thanks, but I don't need help from the two of you." I got up and left the room.

They didn't care about me. All they wanted was another excuse to pick on Snape.

***

Saturday, I decided to start on my next History of Magic essay. I was sitting on the lawn by the lake, writing furiously, when I heard a familiar voice.

"That won't do you any good, Mudblood," cackled Lucius Malfoy as he took my book and threw it in the lake. "Half-breeds like you should not be allowed to read about real Wizardry. Isn't that right, Snape?"

"If you ask me, they should be used as slave labor. Even house elves are more intelligent," hissed Snape.

"You aren't fit to breathe this air with us, Kinsington, much less share classes. Why don't you go for a swim and get your book? GET IN!" ordered Malfoy. "Why don't you help her, Severus? She isn't bright enough to figure it out for herself."

"Wingardium Leviosa," Snape bellowed. I began to float as he guided me over the water with Malfoy laughing and egging him on. "Finite Incantatem," he said, and I fell into the lake head first. "Get the book, or we'll try it again Muggle. I said get the book!"

"You're taking too long! Move it!" yelled Malfoy. When I had barely reached the shore, Malfoy grabbed me by the hair and dragged me back to the grass. He released me roughly. "She can't even follow simple instructions. Not fit for slave labor, is she?"

I was drenched and my head was sore from being dragged, but I was not going to show them. I stood up and began to walk away.

"Impediamenta," bellowed Snape, causing me to be struck still. They both faced me and laughed. "I like her better this way, Malfoy. Mudbloods are better seen and not heard." Snape used one finger to push me over and I fell like a tree onto the ground. They roared with laughter. The spell began to wear off and I slowly stood up again and began to walk back to the castle. They followed me and I walked faster. Snape yelled, "Not so fast!"

I was getting tired of this. They jumped in front of me and Malfoy grabbed my arms. I spat in his face. "You little bitch!" he yelled, wiping the spit from his face. He pushed me down to the ground and stood over me with his wand pointed directly in my face. "I am going to make you pay for that!"

Just then I heard a voice yell, "Expelliarmus!" It was Lupin. He and Peter came running as Malfoy's wand flew from his hand.

"Back off, Malfoy! You too, Snivillus!" Lupin demanded and they backed off a little. "She's half your size, let her alone!" He held his free hand out to me and helped me up. "Ellie, are you okay? You are soaking wet?"

"I'm fine, Remus, really. They didn't hurt me."

"Let's get you back inside and into some dry robes. Are you sure you aren't hurt?" he asked with brotherly affection.

I gave Lupin a weak smile and replied, "No, I'm just wet. Let's go in now, okay?"

"James and Sirius aren't going to like this," commented Lupin. "They would have jinxed them both."

Lupin was always the even-tempered one of the bunch. I looked at Peter; he was always the quiet weird one. I never liked him for some reason; I could just never put my finger on it. The three of us walked back to Gryffindor tower. When James and Sirius saw me, they questioned Lupin. I could hear them angrily discussing the Slytherins as I climbed the stairs. I hoped that they wouldn't make a big deal of it. They used any excuse they could find to pick fights...

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"Good old school days," I muttered.

The bath was turning cool and I had to hurry to make it to lunch on time. I dressed quickly and set off for the Great Hall. Late as usual, I was the last to arrive. I took my seat and immediately began to put everything in sight on my plate. I noticed that Severus was eating more than usual too. We peeked at each other, knowing the reason for our voracious appetites. I had to force myself not to tease him or smile.

When lunch was over, Snape asked me, "What do you have planned for the day?"

"Well, I have a lot of reading to do. I thought I might take my book to the library and barricade myself in among the stacks."

"Hm, that book again?" That lovely scowl returned to his dark face. "I have much to do myself today, so why don't you bring your book to my office and we shall work together?"

I knew how he felt about the book. I was also sure he wanted to keep close watch on me.

"I'll meet you there in a half an hour. I want to talk to Harry for a bit."

His face twisted in a sour grimace at the mention of Harry's name. "Potter?" he hissed. "Well if you insist, but do not forget and wind up hiding in your room all day." I leered at him and then went about my business.

After a brief chat with Harry, Ron, and Hermione, I grabbed my book and went to the dungeons to meet Snape.

He was at his desk, scowling over his student's exams. He didn't look up but said, "The quality of work is revolting. This is not worthy of a mark. It shall instead be framed and hung in my classroom as an example of pure idiocy, for when I am feeling like a good laugh." He slung the paper aside and started on the next.

"Glad to see you are pleasant as ever. May I make some tea? I will be very quiet of course."

"No you may not," he said, continuing to read, "There is some already." He was drawing thick, red lines on the paper. "Pour me some as well, will you? And add a nip of scotch. These examinations apparently require an altered perception to interpret."

I knew he loved his job, and even though he seemed to hate them all, I knew he found his students entertaining.

I poured him a cup, omitting the scotch, and brought it to him. Snape dropped the papers and looked at me. "What?" I asked as he stared.

He narrowed his eyes and remarked, "Perhaps you should teach writing. The students would benefit from your expertise."

He just gave me a compliment!

"Thanks," I blurted out as I sipped my tea. "Well, off to my book then." I smiled and prepared to cuddle up in the chair with my book.

"Miss Kinsington!" Snape yelled nastily. Then he softened and said, "Wait a moment." He stood up, took the cup from my hand, and placed it on his desk. He slowly put his arms around me and kissed me sweetly. "There, now you may be on your way," he casually remarked , taking his seat and resuming his work.

I was smiling happily when I walked to the chair by the fire. I looked over at him before I opened the book. Snape looked up at me, grinning a little.

This tea is excellent! Hm...Oranges, cinnamon, and...

"Dandelion. No pepper this time." He finished my sentence and answered my question all at once.

I just shook my head and opened the big red book. It was behaving like a regular book, so I decided to treat it as such. I turned the page and began to read:

"Sorcery is the beginning; before the beginning and after the end..." it began. "Death reverses and life progresses; backward then forward, then backward to the future of the past to live again..."

Well, that explains it.

...You once what you were, and shall be again. Older than younger, but younger than old. To the wind, to the sun, to the earth, to the waters: moons and the stars will be all that one sees. If you look very close, you'll see nothing at all. If you look very far, you'll see something that you are. If you look in between you'll see danger and peace. If you don't look at all, you'll hear screaming and laughing, fighting and loving, killing and living. Follow the lines, but mind you stay clear. Evil is goodness and goodness is fear..."

What the hell kind of hibbledy-gibbledy, mumbo jumbo is this? Not quite poetry or even a riddle. Circle talk, really.

After an hour or so of reading on and on like this, the books pages flew shut, and the familiar face was looking back at me.

"Severus, it's like I said before. The book is showing me things, or rather, I think I'm showing me things," I tried to explain.

"I'm coming over there to have a look. Try not to make any sudden movements. I want to see this." He strode quickly over to me, while I sat as still as I could. He looked over my shoulder. She, or I, was still there, and I waited to see his reaction. "What do you see?"

"You can't see it?" I asked, beginning to wonder if I was hallucinating. "It looks like me; the way I saw myself in the mirror that night when we were kids. You really don't see it?"

"The way you were in the mirror?" He looked lost. "Are you alone?"

"Yes, it's always me. It's like I'm trying to tell myself something, but it's not exactly...well, I can't explain it."

He still looked like he was deep in thought and almost...worried. "The book appears to be blank. I cannot even see the table of contents anymore. Close it, will you, just for a while?" he asked.

I did as he requested. "What's wrong, Severus? Is there something else on your mind?" I could tell that there was.

"I was just thinking about the mirror and something you told me last night. May I ask you some questions, even if they are difficult ones?"

"I know I gave you a lot of information. Some of it was a bit cryptic. Go on," I encouraged him. He sat on the ottoman and took my hands in his.

"Did your brother tell you everything about the night you were taken from your parents?" he asked gently.

"He told me everything that he knew," I replied sadly. "I didn't tell you all the details. My parents were killed that night. My brother was under the Imperius Curse, remember? Well, my brother mentioned that he was forced to use the killing curse on our parents. He said something about Death Eaters and Squibs. He lived for a minute or so after turning the wand on himself. There wasn't much time for details."

Snape nodded and asked, "Was he a Sorcerer like you?"

"No, but he was a very powerful wizard. He was able to successfully use the killing curse at age eight," I replied.

"I'm sorry to ask you these things, but..."

"Don't be. I want you to know everything." I squeezed his hands reassuringly. "My brother was used to carryout the wishes of The Guardians, who were very bitter that they were Squibs. They wanted me for some reason that even he did not know," I continued.

"It is important that we find out why that is, Ellie. It doesn't seem to make sense, does it?" he pondered.

"No, it doesn't. I haven't been able to figure it out yet. I think it has something to do with Squibs and how they relate to Sorcerers, and definitely something to do with revenge of sorts on my parents," I surmised.

"One day we'll know, but I am thankful that you are all right. I am sorry that I cannot answer these questions for you," he soothed and kissed my hands. "The next question is of a very private nature, so you don't have to answer, all right?"

"Go ahead, Severus."

"How do you know that you canot have...children? Are you certain?" He was trying very hard to put it delicately.

"After the...rape...before I escaped the Muggles in the hospital, a doctor told me. The brutality caused severe trauma and I nearly bled to death. It was like my insides were turned to jelly. The Muggles tried to repair the damage, but it was too severe. When I returned to the wizarding world, I went to countless healers and they confirmed what the Muggle doctors had said: It was a miracle that I had survived and children would never be a possibility."

I began to tear-up. "That night in the mirror you weren't the only one I saw with me. I saw my children. If I had known it would be the only time I would see them, I would have looked longer." I was crying a little now. "Sorry, Severus, it just really hurts."

He moved to me and embraced me. "I know you always wanted children, Kinsington. It isn't fair that he took that from you as well. If he were still alive today, I would make him pay dearly."

"I have accepted it, but I will never forgive him. I have to go on with my life. That is the one thing I wouldn't let him take." I wasn't crying any more and I straightened up. "Thank you for your tact and understanding, but I don't ever want to talk about that particular issue, ever again," I said sternly.

"I will never speak of it. Thank you for telling me. I know it was impossibly difficultfor you," he replied.

"Do you want to ask me anything else?"

"Not at the moment. But I would like very much to kiss you right now," he whispered.

I leaned into him and we kissed for a long while. I was happier than I had been since we were together in our youth. It seemed unreal but truly amazing that this was happening. The burden that had weighed so heavily on my thoughts and my heart was lifting away to reveal a girl that I had all but forgotten.

"Shall we go to dinner?" he asked.

"Yes, an excellent idea, Professor." We stood and embraced and then made our way to the Hall for the meal.

"Miss Kinsington, would you do me the honor of joining me for dinner Monday night?" he asked formally.

"Why yes, Professor, that sounds most agreeable. Where shall you take me?" I played formal as well.

"There is a quiet restaurant just inside Diagon Alley called Antonita's. I have never dined there, but I hear tell that it is rather good, authentic Italian. If this is to your liking, I shall arrive at you quarters you up at seven thirty to secort you," Snape crooned silkily.

This is going to be our first real romantic date, all alone!

"I would be honored to accompany you, Professor," I confirmed when we got to the door.

Now we had to pretend that everything was normal so that no one would know about us. During the meal, we talked only with the other teachers, as was our usual behavior. When our charade was over, I returned to my rooms for the rest of the night.

***

I took another bath, changed into my nightdress, and then decided to make myself some hot chocolate. As I drank my chocolaty beverage, I looked at my clothes wondering what I should wear on my date. After I had finished, I went out on to the balcony and sat for hours, enjoying the warm, sweet air, as I gazed over the rose garden and the grounds. What a magnificent day it had been. I wanted so badly to go to Severus, but decided not.

I got in bed around eleven, which was early for me these days, and fell asleep in no time at all. I dreamed of him and the life that might have been.

"Who's there?" I called out as I woke up, startled; suddenly aware that I was not alone. I only saw a shadow and gasped loudly.

"It is me," answered the most wonderful voice of all. My Potions Master slid into bed with me. I fell into his arms and he showered my face and lips with his kisses. "I was waiting for you to come to me, but then I decided to take matters into my own hands. Do you mind?" he asked, continuing to kiss me and sliding his hands over my breasts.

"I was wondering what took you so long," I moaned.

I'm not in the mood to be gentle tonight, my Slytherin sex god!

I forced him on his back and climbed on top. He looked very pleased as I began to rip off his clothes.

"NO!" I scolded him when he tried to help me. "You will do as I say tonight, Professor!" Snape growled at me in frustration, which made me giggle devilishly. "I'll show you who's the boss now, Snape!"

He put his hands behind his head and watched in amusement as I feverishly continued. When we were both naked, I pressed my breasts on his chest, and began to kiss and bite his neck. Severus let out a low, guttural moan. I moved my hips in small circles, teasing and torturing him.

"Oh, Professor," I grunted.

My dark lover replied, "Yes, Miss Kinsington," before grabbing my hips, and bucking into me. "You are mine to do with as I please."

"Gods, Severus," I groaned.

I could feel his hot, lusty breath on my ear. I reached back and twisted my fingers in his long, black hair, pulling his lips to my neck.

When it was over, Severus held me like that; my back pressed to him firmly. "Good lord, Kinsington, you never cease to amaze me."

My lips could not move to form a proper reply. Instead, I just mumbled something like, "Blimey."

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I made sure to wake him early. That way, he could go back to his rooms in time for a meeting with Professor McGonagall about the end of year arrangements.

I hated it when he left, and could not sleep again without him. I decided to get up early and go to Hogsmeade, for breakfast with professor Flitwick, who always did this on Sundays.

After breakfast, I went to a dress store to buy a new one for my date, since I had decided that I had nothing to wear. I found a lovely red one that was backless and quite sophisticated. I would make him drool I thought to myself. I had lunch in Hogsmeade also, and decided to invite Tibbs, to thank him for always being so warm and friendly. He was such a sweet old man: rather grandfatherly I thought. After kissing him on his dear old cheek, I made my way back to Hogwarts to see what Snape was up to.

He was yelling at the Weasley twins for setting off dungbombs in the hallway when I found him.

"You will each receive a deduction of twenty points!" Snape spat at them. "Don't laugh, Mr. Weasley! You find this is amusing, do you? We will see how amusing it is when your parents discover that you are barely passing! I have seen trolls who possess more intellectual abilities than the two of you combined!"

The twins saw me approach. "Good afternoon, Miss Kinsington!" George said happily.

"Hello, Miss Kinsington! How are you?" asked Fred.

"Better than the two of you, I imagine," I uttered, smiling as Snape turned his glare on me. "Dungbombs again? I would have thought you two would have gotten more creative than that by now."

They held in their laughs but couldn't keep their smiles hidden. "Do not encourage them! I would think that you, of all people, Miss Kinsington, would realize the dangers of such an explosion!" Snape fired at me. "I suppose next you shall be instructing me not to take points from your hallowed house of Gryffindor!"

"Absolutely not." Fred and George looked disappointed. "You are entitled to discipline the students any way you see fit, Professor Snape," I assured as he leered at me.

"Get back to your dorms, before I have you in detention for the rest of the week!" he fired at Fred and George.

They wasted no time in running off, and sang out happily as they passed me, "See you Miss Kinsington!" I waved them off and Snape turned to me with a scowl.

I thought he was going to let me have it, but he just growled out, "I am pleased that you did not interfere."

"I wouldn't dream of it." And I wouldn't, not for something so mild.

"Did you enjoy your visit to Hogsmeade?"

"How do you know where I've been all day?" I asked.

"I've had you followed," he snapped. He then pointed to the package from the dress shop that I had forgotten I was carrying.

"Oh, right," I shook my head, "Yes. I had a nice time."

Snape was wearing his trademark scowl. "Did you?" he asked nastily.

Ignoring his foul mood I told him, "I have something for you ." I reached into my robes and pulled out a set of three, top-notch, black ostrich quills which I had purchased in Flourish and Blott's. I had noticed him cursing his quill lately, as it had seen better days. "Oh, and I found a tea that I haven't seen in ages. It was quite popular in India. It is very robust ,and I thought you might like to give it a try and maybe give it your own Potions Master's touch." I handed him the box of tea.

He looked surprised and his scowl faded a little. "Thank you. You shouldn't have."

I rolled my eyes and replied, "Oh please, Severus! It's only tea, and that quill of yours was beginning to give me a headache! I have never heard you use such language!"

Except for last night in bed.

"I have heard you use far worse, Kinsington! You could make a sailor blush," he chided.

How true.

I agreed and put my dress box on a shelf behind his desk. I heard a rich baritone voice say,"Imperturbable." I turned to see him run his wand across the door as he made this sound-proofing charm. I was just about to ask him why, when he grabbed me and flung me on his desk.

"Why Professor, are you trying to tell me something?"

A mischievous grin appeared on his lips just before he began madly kissing me. I grabbed his hair firmly and wrapped my legs around his waist as he stood there. We got rowdy and tore into each other. When we had finished, his desk was in total disarray. I laughed as I straightened my dress and helped him reorganize it. He lifted the charm and began to brew the tea I purchased for him. I came up behind him and nibbled his ear while wrapping my arms around him.

"That was most unexpected. I shall have to buy you quills more often," I joked.

"Oh, yes that's what did it," he hissed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "There is nothing like a proper quill to make me destroy my desk."

"So, what do you think you shall add the tea?" I asked. "I can't wait to see what you come up with."

He tasted the tea and remarked, "Not bad. Your taste is rather good, Kinsington...perhaps some spearmint?" He sipped it again after he had added it, and stated, "Perfection," in a very self-praising way.

He brought us both a cup and then offered, "Why don't you stay in my rooms tonight? We are far less likely to be discovered here."

I was surprised he would take such a risk on a school night. I was also very surprised at the way he had asked, as if he really wanted me to do it. Being a Gryffindor had only added to my stubborn nature. I would not go soft so easily.

"What makes you so sure that I want to spend the night with you?" I asked nonchalantly. "Perhaps I am otherwise engaged."

"It was not a request," he hissed.

"Fine!" I snapped, but quickly added in a gentler tone, "But I get the right side of the bed." He was, of course, always at my left.

"As long as you are with me, you can sleep on whatever part of me...I mean bed, that you like! I seem to sleep more soundly with you there, even though you talk incessantly," he spat.

"I do no such thing!" I pretended to sound offended and he gave me a chastising look. "So, anyway, did McGonagall say whether or not I need to escort the students to Hogsmeade on Friday?"

"She did indeed. She will not be able to make it due to a prior engagement," he informed and I nodded. "Dinner time? Oh hell, we're late," he muttered as he looked at the clock. "You go on ahead. I will follow in a few minutes."

"Right, then." I stood and handed him my empty cup. "See you soon." I pecked him on the cheek and went to the door. "Perhaps we should rearrange the carpet in your bedroom when we get back? It looks ridiculously neat and tidy." I winked and left.

***

Later in bed that night, after making love on the rug, and against the wall, and precariously close to the fire, we fell exhausted into each other's arms. "Goodnight, Severus," I whispered as I kissed him on his lips.

"Hm, do not run off without waking me first. I hate reaching out for you, only to find the pillows," he mumbled sleepily. Again we slept entwined, never once daring to part.

***

He woke me with a kiss, earlier than I would have liked, so I pouted as I started to dress. "I need a coffee," I whined. "The sun isn't even out yet."

He wore only a towel around his waist as he went to take a shower. "Perhaps a shower would do the trick? Stop simpering and fooling with those clothes and join me!" he ordered.

"I can't get in there with you! We'll never make it out in time!" I grumbled.

"Do shut up, Kinsington! We have plenty of time, and I swear I will be a perfect gentleman. Now come! The air is cold and the water is hot."

"Bugger off! And since when have you ever been a gentleman?"

"Kin-sing-ton," he growled.

"All right! But if you try anything, I'll slap you and leave immediately," I huffed.

It was wonderful having someone to wash my back. I wanted to jump him, but restrained myself.

"See now, all better," he proclaimed, turning so I could wash his back now. As I lathered him up I smiled to myself and thought how good he felt all slippery and foamy. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked when I kissed at his neck. "Kinsington, you had better stop, or I'll take you right here and now!"

"I know, I just can't help myself," I giggled sweetly. "Here, it's time to rinse off."

"You are just so sexy," he declared as he let his hands wander, "You little tease."

We controlled ourselves and finished up. I was shocked to see fresh clothes of mine in his wardrobe when I went into the bedroom.

"I told you not leave your door unlocked," he scolded. "Now get dressed and be gone with you."

I kissed him and then did as he said; although it was difficult with him pawing at me and grabbing my butt.

***

The day was a very busy one. Neither of us saw each other until seven thirty, when he arrived at my doors. He presented me with a gorgeous bouquet of flowers before he entered.

"Are those...red Lilies? I thought Lilies were only white?" They were the exact color of my dress.

"They are indeed, and no, only Muggle Lilies are all white. Wizard's Lilies are also red," he informed.

"I love them! No one has ever brought me flowers before; and my favorite color too!" I was impressed.

"I know," he responded, seeming pleased with himself. "Might I say that you look breathtaking, Ellie. I am honored to be your escort this evening." He held his arm for me to take it.

I blushed at his compliment and took his arm. "Thank you, Severus. What should I do with these?"

"Bring them of course. They will look excellent at our table. Shall we?" We walked out the door and into the hallway.

"Won't someone see us?" I asked, rather concerned.

"Perhaps, but there is a Portkey just over here." He pointed to a sconce that had no torch. We reached it and he said, "Ladies first." Five seconds later, we were in Diagon Alley, just outside the restaurant.

How romantic!

He opened the door for me and we met a lovely witch who directed us to our table. It was on the top floor, which was dimly lit by candles, with soft Italian opera playing in the background. We sat by the window overlooking a Muggle park. We held hands across the table and I started to feel butterflies in my stomach.

This was our first real date!

A witch brought us a bucket of ice with a bottle of champagne and two crystal flutes. She popped the cork, poured our glasses, and then left us with the menus.

He raised his glass. "I shall propose a toast," he said debonairly.

"What shall we toast, Severus?" I raised my glass.

"To Gilderoy Lockhart: may his wallet be as empty as his head!" he toasted.

"I'll drink to that," I agreed as we clicked our glasses together. "You really are an old romantic, aren't you?" I asked sarcastically.

He grunted and asked, "So, is this a proper date?"

"So far."

"What would you recommend? You are the one who spent time in Italy." This was the first time he had mentioned my travels and not been rude.

"It is hard to go wrong with Italian. Anything that sounds good probably will be," I assured.

"I shall allow you to order for us, but be forewarned: If I do not like mine, I will eat yours instead."

I've got something for you to eat alright!

When the witch returned for our order, I spoke with her in Italian and asked several questions about the way things were prepared, and the specialties of the house. I ordered our food and thanked her graciously.

"How many languages do you speak, Kinsington? That was quite impressive, and dare I say...sexy." He looked a little turned on.

"All of them. I just can somehow, it seems natural. I don't even realize it, it just happens," I honestly answered.

"A Gryffindor to rival the insufferable know-it-all Granger herself," he spat.

"Codger!" I retorted.

"Remarkable. You truly are brilliant, not to mention the most stunning woman I have ever laid eyes on."

"Severus, don't play with me." I blushed and looked shyly at the table.

He took my hands again and assured, "I would never joke about something like that. How can you not know? You never did seem to, and that bewilders me. Everything about you is so real and yet... fantastical. You bewitch me, Kinsington."

Gods, I love this man! He seems to pierce directly into the heart of me with only a glance. Nasty bugger!

The room was suddenly very hot and it didn't help that he was kissing my fingers.

"So what did you order us, anyway?"

I snapped out of the daydream to answer him. "Well, for you I got the house special, cheese and lobster ravioli with tomato cream sauce. For myself, I ordered the chicken and shrimp fettuccini in garlic basil wine sauce. I think we shall both be rather pleased. The chef is from Tuscany, and they know their stuff, let me tell you."

"Hm," he grunted in approval. We chatted about my times in Italy until it arrived. "Perhaps you will get the chance to show me around some of these places you've been. You make it seem fascinating."

"I would love to." I tried my food. "Oh, divine," I proclaimed, "This is exactly the right amount of basil. How do you like yours?"

"Quite possibly the best food I've ever tasted," he stated. "Would you like to try some?"

"Yes I would, it looks yummy." I was preparing to take my fork and get some of his pasta, but he shook his head. Instead, he took his own fork and fed it to me. "Uhm, that's good."

"Have a little more," he encouraged and fed me again. I knew he was enjoying this.

After an hour or so, the witch came back to clear our plates and ask about dessert.

"Oh no, I couldn't possibly eat anything else," I lied.

That Tira Misu looks so good! I can taste it already!

"Don't be ridiculous!" he barked at me. "She'll have that," he said, pointing at the tray, "with two forks!"

He could read my mind, even without using his Legilimancy.

After we had fed that to each other and prepared to leave, the song came on that we had shared our first dance to, years ago. I hesitated a moment and looked at him to see if he remembered. He pulled me to the center of the room and began to dance with me, in front of everyone!

"I remember how pretty you were when this song last played," he said. I looked at him with wide eyes. "Oh yes, I remember." He pulled me closer and kissed me sweetly. "That was for Malfoy," he said and kissed me again, "And that was for me."

This is way too good to be true! At any moment, I will wake up and I would be alone, somewhere far from here.

As the song ended people began to applaud. I laughed and buried my head in his chest.

"Mind your business!" Severus yelled at our audience.

We made our way out to the street below, holding hands as we walked slowly.

"Severus, you are one hell of a date. Thank you so much, I had the best time," I said as we returned to the Portkey.

"It was tolerable," he hissed.

Translation: I had a wonderfull time too.

We were back in the corridor near my rooms. "Where do you think you're going?"

"To my rooms, of course," I stated impatiently.

"Need I remind you of our agreement? You are coming with me," he said firmly.

We crept to the dungeons to stay together, yet again. We made love very slowly and passionately that night. The perfect end to a perfect date. Every night that week I stayed with him and prayed he would return from his trip unharmed.

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Thursday afternoon, after I had made Harry, Ron and Hermione promise to write to me over the holiday, I was surprised to see another student waiting for me. It was Draco Malfoy and his snobby little grin.

"Miss Kinsington, my father has asked me to give this to you." He handed me an envelope with the Malfoy family crest in black wax. "It is an invitation to my welcome home party that I have every year. I asked him to invite you." Draco smiled haughtily. "I do hope you can make it. Father and mother are both dying to see you. He's told me an awful lot about you from when you were in school together."

Oh, I bet he has! I bet he omitted the part about my being his dragon shield!

"Well, Draco, I am honored that you invited me. When is it?" I was intrigued.

"This Friday, tomorrow night. You can ride on the train with me if you like! Then you can ride with me and my father to our manor." He seemed very keen on the idea.

Maybe this little git does have a bit of a crush?

"Thank you, Draco, that sounds like fun." Yeah, loads of fun "I will, however, need to check my appointments book, to make sure that Professor Dumbledore doesn't need me here at the castle," I replied graciously.

"Of course. Well I have things to do, so I'm going now, but do try and make it, Miss Kinsington," he emplored hopefully.

"I shall let you know by breakfast tomorrow. Oh, and, Draco, do thank your father for me, would you?"

I wonder if Lucius is up to something? I can't wait to tell Snape!

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When I was sure the students were asleep, I made the familiar, secretive journey to see Severus. He was already in his bedroom when I got there.

"You'll never guess what I got today," I blurted out.

"An invitation to the Malfoy's end of term party tomorrow night," Snape said casually.

"How do you know everything before I can tell you?"

He was finishing my sentences and answering my questions before I asked him more and more lately.

"I received one last year. I thought you might also be receiving one this year," he explained. "I went last time, but I hadn't planned on it this year, until now."

"Why is that, prey tell?"

"There is now way I am letting you go without me! Lucius may be up to something." He sounded suspicious.

"Well, Draco invited me to go on the train with him. He was very eager for me to say yes."

"He's a bit young for you isn't he?" he teased. "If you were my teacher, I suppose I too would be smitten. Why don't you go on the train? You can keep an eye on Darco and I will arrive ahead of time to gauge the atmosphere. I shall accompany Lucius to pick you up at the station. Do not go with him if I am not there. Make up and excuse, and meet me at the Leaky Cauldron. I don't think Malfoy would try anything around Draco. I am also sure he will let me come with him to get you, but let us not take any unnecessary risks."

"Lovely. The train ride will be so very...long. I will try and keep his mouth full of candy so he won't... try and do whatever." I rolled my eyes.

"Hm...well, at least you know how to deal with the young Malfoy men," he teased.

"Ha, ha very amusing, Severus!" I pouted.

He wrapped his arms around me from behind and started kissing and nibbling on my neck. "Let's get in bed and I'll show you how a real man works, Kinsington."

"Where will you find him, this real man?" I teased.

He turned me around and kissed me. "Not on the Hogwarts Express, I assure you." I gave him a play slap to the chest, and pulled him into the bed on top of me.

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The students were all over the place the next morning after breakfast. It was like refereeing a Quidditch match of gargantuan proportion. When we arrived in Hogsmeade and got the students on the train, it was a huge relief. Draco helped me with my bag and proudly escorted me to his compartment with Crabbe and Goyle. Hermione looked at me as if to say she was very sorry and I looked at her, wishing I could join her instead. At least this way, Harry and the others could enjoy their last moments together, while I kept the Slytherins occupied.

As I had predicted, it was a very long ride, but Draco had such enthusiasm that I was somewhat amused. I hated to admit it, but I was actually looking forward to seeing Lucius and Narcissa. When we got off the train I was glad to see that Severus was waiting with Lucius. I wasn't sure what kind of excuse I was going to make if he hadn't been there.

"Miss Kinsington, thank you for coming. We are going to have an excellent time, aren't we son," Lucius Malfoy said. Snape took my bag and also one of Draco's. "Our driver is waiting, shall we?" The car looked eerily like the one that The Guardians had, when they would pick me up from the station. "Would you care for a drink?" asked Lucius.

"It is a bit early, Lucius," I replied, looking at Severus who was taking a drink now. Severus looked at me as if to say, 'go ahead, it's not poison.' I relented and took a martini. "I suppose the end of school is a good occasion." I smiled. Draco grinned happily up at me.

"It has been far too long, Ellie," Lucius began. "Severus has assured me that you will be staying on at Hogwarts. I am quite pleased to hear it."

"I love it really. I can't believe how much better it is the second time around," I replied.

"When will you be finished and become a certified Professor?"

"At the end of next year, I think. You'll have to ask Severus though. It's Potions that is really holding me back."

Lucius grinned at Snape and remarked, "Is that right?" The grimace on Snape's face was priceless. "I am sure you two can reach some sort of agreement?" Lucius drawled slyly.

"She will be finished in a reasonable amount of time, Malfoy," Snape said begrudgingly.

With a chuckle, Lucius stated, "I'm sure. So, Draco tells me that you are quite proficient at playing the Muggle piano. When did you learn to play?"

"Oh, he exaggerates I, assure you." I looked at Draco. "I try to give my students examples of all sorts of culture. The piano is just one way I do this." I really was very good though. I could probably have made a living of it.

"Father, she really is amazing and she can sing as well!"

Shut up, Draco!

Lucius said rather seductively, "Well, we have a piano at the manor. Perhaps you will indulge us this evening."

Bloody fabulous! Can't I ever just go somewhere and not be put on display?

"Oh, I don't know," I looked at Severus, "We'll see how it goes."

I finished my drink and refused a refill. After nearly an hour of conversation, we arrived at the Malfoy's manor.

"Ellie, darling, fabulous to see you. I do believe you get prettier every time I see you," said Narcissa snobbily. "Draco, please show Miss Kinsington to our finest guest suite, so she can put down her things."

"Nice to see you as well, Narcissa. Thank you, Draco," I said as he took my bag and showed me to the suite. When he had placed my bag in a chair we returned to the parlor to have a snack.

I sat next to Severus on the couch, but not too close.

"Our guests will be arriving around six, so please, eat something. Dinner won't be served until seven," instructed Narcissa. "Draco, please allow Miss Kinsington some room to move! You are smothering her!" she scolded.

Draco pouted, moving from the couch to a seat closer to Lucius. I smiled at him sweetly, reassuring him that it was fine.

"I see you still have a fondness for chocolate. Some things never change," observed Malfoy.

"Yes, and others do," I muttered. "You have a lovely home. Was it your parents', Lucius?"

"No, but we didn't live far from here," he replied. "It is about time Severus brought you here. We were beginning to think he was keeping you all to himself."

Severus and I shifted nervously, but hid our uneasiness as best we could.

Did Snape tell him about us?

"Miss Kinsington has been very busy with her studies and her teaching dities," spat Snape.

"Oh, I know what's been keeping her busy," Malfoy retorted smugly to Snape. Draco was intrigued.

"Do you?" challenged Snape. He looked at Draco and then at Lucius, giving him a look of reproach for discussing this in front of his student.

"Lucius, are Gregory and Vincent bringing their parents?" I changed the subject before things got nasty.

"Yes, of course. Draco, I think it is time for you to unpack and get your things in order for your friends. Go on now," he directed. Draco sighed but did as he was told.

We chatted about our old school days and of my travels until just after five. I was relived to go to my room and change. I wore a long black skirt and a fitted white blouse. I put my hair into a loose, French knot. I looked nice, but very conservative, and joined Severus just outside my door. He looked annoyed. Malfoy was testing his patience.

"When this is over, you are coming with me back to the castle," Snape demanded in a very possessive way. "Lucius will try to make you stay, but since he is convinced that you and I are seeing one another, he will not protest."

I agreed and we joined the other guests, who were beginning to arrive. I always seemed to be the subject of great interest at social occasions. I was beginning to get used to it by now. During dinner I sat to the right of Snape and to the left of Draco.

"Miss Kinsington, would you show us that thing you did in class? Crabbe and Goyle haven't seen it yet!" begged Draco.

"Well, Draco, I don't think your parents would like me to blast out their windows in the middle of dinner," I said, hoping not to be treated as a party clown, but Lucius insisted. "All right, but that is it. No more tricks."

Yet again, I did the magnificent spell like I had in charms long ago. Upon its completion I received thunderous applause. Snape just shook his head and continued to drink heavily.

Draco cornered me and pleaded with me to play a song.

"Please Miss Kinsington, you said you would play for us," he whined.

Lucius and Narcissa insisted. Everyone followed me into the drawing room where I was pleased to find a gorgeous grand piano. I sat at the bench and then asked Draco for a request.

"I think you should do the one by that French impressionist Muggle," Draco requested.

"Do you mean Debussy?" Draco nodded. "Well, he is my favorite. I think Claire de Lune..."

I took a deep breath, trying not to vomit, and began to play. I always closed my eyes and let my mind wander while playing. I loved music. When I had finished I looked at Severus, who was utterly amazed, and I felt a bit more at ease. Everyone applauded then Lucius stated that I must play another. Everyone seemed to agree with him, so I gave in.

I took a deep breath, trying not to vomit, and began to play. I always closed my eyes and let my mind wander while playing. I loved music. When I had finished I looked at Severus, who was utterly amazed, and I felt a bit more at ease. Everyone applauded then Lucius stated that I must play another. Everyone seemed to agree with him, so I gave in.

Draco, you little shit!

When I had finished singing and playing, some of the witches were a bit weepy. I was too. It is a very sad, but beautiful song, and I tended to get carried away with the music. "I think that is quite enough. Thank you all very much for your kind applause." I took a gracious bow and then went to Severus.

Holding a toothy, fake smile, I hissed at Severus, "Get me the hell out of here, now!"

"You missed your calling, Kinsington. You should have been a performer, not a teacher," he quipped nastily.

"Shove it, Snape!"

We made our rounds, thanking our hosts and saying farewells, and then made our way to the door.

"How very enchanting you are, Miss Kinsington," Lucius crooned, kissing my hand. "You and Severus will have to return again soon, when only the four of us can get together." Then he whispered in my ear, "Unless of course, you would like it to be just the two of us?"

What!?!

What? "Uhm...yes well..." I stammered. Snape sneered and shook Lucius's hand, then we left.

"Oh, I never thought it would end," I complained once we had walked down the street again.

"Well it could have been far worse," he began, taking my hand in his. "What other tricks do you have in your bag, Kinsington? And where did you learn to sing and play like that?"

"In the basement," I replied. "The Guardians left me alone most of the time, so I learned how to play to keep my mind off things. It was the only noise that wouldn't send them after me with fists flailing," I answered honestly.

Arrogantly he asked, "Is there anything you can't do?"

"I can't turn back time," I muttered. He rubbed my arms then hugged me to him, kissing me softly. "Severus, did you hear what Malfoy said to me in there?"

"No, but I have a very good idea," he hissed angrily. "Do you want to Apparate to the grounds, or shall we take that infernal night bus?"

"Do you even have to ask?" He nodded and then we disapparated and appeared at Hogwarts' front gates. The students had left for the summer and the staff had gone to bed when we arrived, so he came to my rooms with me.

We sat on the balcony. That is when it finally hit me: that this was our last night together for the rest of the summer. I tried to be strong, but he knew something was wrong.

"Try not to worry. I know it will be difficult, but try to remember that it is only for a short time," he comforted.

"I will miss you terribly though," I admitted. "I was away from you for so long, and I just can't imagine being alone again. I do have many things to keep me busy though. I can begin to study for my Charms N.E.W.T.s. Professor Flitwick thinks that I will be ready by August. Then there's always the Weasley's, who have invited me to come and visit. I only hope that Malfoy doesn't ask me to come while you are gone."

"If it is unavoidable, or will look too suspicious, then go. But use caution," he warned. "There are things that you don't know about me, Ellie; things that happened when you were away. I doubt you will be pleased when I tell you. When I return, I hope you will forgive me and allow me to explain." He looked sullen.

"There is nothing you could tell me that would make me leave, Severus. I know, more than anyone, what can happen when your world is turned inside out," I assured him.

"Do not run off again!" Snape demanded.

I moved to sit in his lap and kissed his cheek.

"I will never run away again. How could I, when you are here? I learned my lesson once and I will not repeat my mistakes," I said with tears in my eyes.

He kissed me then buried his face in my neck. I just ran my fingers through his hair and held him. After a while, he looked into my eyes and said that we should try and sleep. I didn't want to. I wanted to be with him as long as possible. However, we did go in and lay in each others arms.

I pressed my lips to his and touched his face with my hand. "Ellie," he whispered and we began to make love. We held close together staring into each other's eyes, until we could not will them open anymore.

He woke me early the day he left. We stayed in bed while I cried in his arms. I kissed him goodbye ,but couldn't say it. I watched from my window as he walked into the forest. Only then could I say, "I love you, Severus."

I looked to my left and he wasn't there. I pleaded with the gods that he would return.

With all that I am, please keep him safe.

And so began the summer that I was alone; like my whole life, before the day I saw his eyes.

TO BE CONTINUED....

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