Skeeter Chronicles Chapter Two
Title: Skeeter Chronicles
Rating: This chapter R
Author: SoLeo
Word Count: +1,600
Warnings: *EWE*
Disclaimer: You know I don't own them.
Summary: In which Rita Skeeter attempts to get the exclusive of a lifetime.
AN: Still un-beta’d. I realized that in the first chapter I went between 1st and 3rd person perspective. Hopefully it’s still enjoyable and not confusing. I tried to make sure I didn’t do that in this chapter.
Chapter Two
I next saw Potter at the ministry gala for the anniversary of the final battle. It was being held in the atrium of the Ministry of Magic, as I had politely told them to shove off when they asked if it could be at Hogwarts.
As I walked in I had spotted the young man in tasteful robes of deep green. My own were traditional black dress robes, because as I had told the boy before it worked best for me.
Potter was talking to the two youngest Weasleys and the Weasley to be, but as soon as I spotted them Potter looked up and right at me. The boy was clearly delusional as he smiled brightly and made a small waving gesture. The others saw me as well, but none of them went to the same extent to be as welcoming.
Instead of joining them, as Potter seemed to want, I sought out Minister Shacklebolt. He was in discussion with his wife Winifred and Amelia Bones.
“Kingsley.” I nodded in greeting.
“Ah, Severus, I wasn’t sure you’d actually come. I’m glad you did.” His hand was held out warmly to shake, which I did dutifully.
“As you’ve managed to not mess anything up during your interim I thought I should show my support by making an appearance.”
“I appreciate it. Just stick around until my speech and then no one will notice if you slip out.”
“Hmph. As if I needed your directions on sneaking about.” I cross my arms defensively.
“Too true! Regardless Severus I’m glad you’re here. Go mingle and try to have some fun.” With an unwelcome pat on the back I am set free. Unwilling to enter conversations with the dunderheads of the ministry I wander until I find the darkest location in the room that still affords me a good view of the other people milling about. The alcove had deep red curtains of silk that created a shadow I could hide in.
“I knew you’d end up here eventually.” The quiet voice of Potter behind me is startling, but with years of honed instincts I don’t jump.
“You’ve tired of the company of red-heads, I see. That shows a marked improvement to your intelligence.”
“Oh, haha. Actually Skeeter’s roaming about and I was trying to hide out. I told you she was tenacious. She refuses to see that Ginny and I arrived here as friends only and is trying to make it out that we’ve gotten back together.”
“Please, spare me the details. I’m sure they’ll be all over the Prophet by morning anyways.”
Potter lets out an exasperated sigh and runs his hand through his messed up hair. “You’re probably right.” He pauses a moment to gauge my temper. “Well, since I have you here maybe you’d like to ask me a question, as I got to ask the last one.”
“Absurd.” I cannot say if it’s the idea that we’re having a conversation or that he wants to have one that is more absurd.
“Ok then, how about, what’s your favorite potion to brew? And why?”
“Invigoration draught, its usefulness knows no bounds.”
“I see. Mine is Draught of the Living Death.”
I raise one eyebrow skeptically.
“It’s true. It’s the first potion I learned from the Half-Blood Prince’s book. That’s actually destroyed by the way, fiendfyre, so I can’t return it. Sorry about that.”
I fume quietly, Potter didn’t actually look sorry in the least. There was nothing that could be done about the blasted book now though. Not even the most sentimental of reasons could bring it back from wherever in had been burned.
“I’ve been working on marking up a new copy from memory. I could use your help, if you don’t mind that is.”
“From memory? How many times did you read that book?”
“I had it for almost a year, Professor, and it rarely left my possession. I read it backwards and forwards every week that year. I idolized the Half-Blood Prince. That’s why it was such a shock when you revealed that you were the one who wrote it. I didn’t want to believe it at the time. Now though I understand.”
I scoff at his proclamation. “And what is it exactly that you understand Mr. Potter?”
“Well, besides all that happened that night, I realized that I’m gay. Have been since fourth year, I had a crush on Cedric, but didn’t really understand it until I had plenty of time to think about it camping with Hermione and Ron. I had a crush on you too that year.”
It is not that Potter discovering his sexual orientation that is perturbing, as eighty percent of persons can be attracted to both genders. What startles me is that Potter has ever focused his desires on my person. “Now I know you’re crazy. Students do not have crushes on me.” Ridiculous, ludicrous, preposterous, there was no way that a golden Gryffindor could ever like greasy git of the dungeon.
“Well, I didn’t picture you per se when I thought of the Half-Blood Prince, but it was you all the same.”
During the conversation we had drawn deeper into the cover of shadows that the drapes afforded us so as to be almost completely obscured by the occupants of the room at large.
“Now, as I work on replacing the book I do think of you. And do you know what?” He spoke in a whisper, and I had to lean in to hear him. I shake my head when I can think of no response.
“I like it. I like knowing that you taught me those things, and I really was hoping that you’d teach me a lot more.” His arms come up around the back of my neck, in a very intimate embrace. “May I kiss you? Please?”
“I’m not a man to be used to satisfy your curiosity Potter.” I remain distant, as aloof as I can be when a young nubile body is rubbing up against my own.
“That is not my intention. I’d like to pursue you. You fascinate me.” He sounds in a daze as he speaks of his desire.
“And when your fascination is quelled?” My posture remains stiff, although parts of my anatomy are not getting the correct memo.
“Impossible.”
At last I acquiesce and lean forward that extra few inches to touch my lips to his. It’s chaste at first, just a gentle touch between two people. My body begins to relax and melt into his around the time he parts his lips and invites my tongue to dance with his. I cannot tell if he moans or if it’s me. I just know that my body is a flame for this young man that is holding me gently. His legs become wobbly and I hold him up as I continue to memorize the contours of his mouth. We break away when air becomes an immediate concern.
“Wow.” He states breathlessly, his face is flushed and his glasses askew. He runs his tongue over his swelling lips and I am mesmerized by the movement.
“Unquestionably.”
Something must catch his eye behind me as he pales instantly. I try to turn to see for myself, but he holds my face in place.
“Just trust me for a moment.” He undoes the leather tie in my hair allowing the stringy locks to flow freely. He moves the curtain along the wall next to us to block us completely from prying eyes. “There, much better. Skeeter’s on the prowl still. I didn’t want her to catch us.”
“Is that so?” My tone is icy, a complete 180 to the intense passion of the kiss we had just shared.
“Not like that, I’m not ashamed. I just didn’t think you’d want the attention.” He’s running his hands through my hair. “We’ve just started this, thing, between us. Barely accepted it. I don’t want her to ruin my chances with you.”
I refuse to apologize for my assumption. It can’t be helped if Harry is completely illogical and normal thinking cannot be applied to him.
Instead I push him against the wall and claim his mouth for another kiss. This time I know it’s his moan as I push my leg between his and rub against the hardness I find there.
“Are you certain you want to persist in this madness of yours and form a relationship with me?”
“Gods yes.” He pulls my head down again to his, but I detour to the right and begin nibbling on his neck. Holding his head in place I take perverse pleasure in marking his neck especially as the noises he begins to make reverberate down to my cock. With my other hand I reach behind him and grab that firm arse, causing him to rub against me harder.
I hear a cough from beyond our shadowy wonderland and freeze immediately. It takes a moment for Harry to catch up and pay attention to his surroundings.
“Harry, Royal’s speech is about to start and the beetle’s in a tizzy. You might want to make a re-appearance soon.” Ron’s whispered warning from yonder has me withdrawing, but Harry grabs another quick kiss.
“When can I see you next?”
“It’s not unheard of for alumni to revisit their alma mater, of course if you’d rather we meet somewhere more neutral I will owl you for something in Muggle London.”
“Yes, please. I… I want to see where we can go with this.” He looked so insecure, falling back on biting his lower lip in anticipation of rejection.
“I look forward to it.” I let him step away to compose himself. When he’s done he turns back to me and smiles again and his eyes twinkle in joy that I’ve never seen before. It takes me several more minutes to get myself under control enough to emerge from our alcove. I take my leave immediately as I won’t be able to stop myself should he cross my path again tonight.
Rating: This chapter R
Author: SoLeo
Word Count: +1,600
Warnings: *EWE*
Disclaimer: You know I don't own them.
Summary: In which Rita Skeeter attempts to get the exclusive of a lifetime.
AN: Still un-beta’d. I realized that in the first chapter I went between 1st and 3rd person perspective. Hopefully it’s still enjoyable and not confusing. I tried to make sure I didn’t do that in this chapter.
Chapter Two
I next saw Potter at the ministry gala for the anniversary of the final battle. It was being held in the atrium of the Ministry of Magic, as I had politely told them to shove off when they asked if it could be at Hogwarts.
As I walked in I had spotted the young man in tasteful robes of deep green. My own were traditional black dress robes, because as I had told the boy before it worked best for me.
Potter was talking to the two youngest Weasleys and the Weasley to be, but as soon as I spotted them Potter looked up and right at me. The boy was clearly delusional as he smiled brightly and made a small waving gesture. The others saw me as well, but none of them went to the same extent to be as welcoming.
Instead of joining them, as Potter seemed to want, I sought out Minister Shacklebolt. He was in discussion with his wife Winifred and Amelia Bones.
“Kingsley.” I nodded in greeting.
“Ah, Severus, I wasn’t sure you’d actually come. I’m glad you did.” His hand was held out warmly to shake, which I did dutifully.
“As you’ve managed to not mess anything up during your interim I thought I should show my support by making an appearance.”
“I appreciate it. Just stick around until my speech and then no one will notice if you slip out.”
“Hmph. As if I needed your directions on sneaking about.” I cross my arms defensively.
“Too true! Regardless Severus I’m glad you’re here. Go mingle and try to have some fun.” With an unwelcome pat on the back I am set free. Unwilling to enter conversations with the dunderheads of the ministry I wander until I find the darkest location in the room that still affords me a good view of the other people milling about. The alcove had deep red curtains of silk that created a shadow I could hide in.
“I knew you’d end up here eventually.” The quiet voice of Potter behind me is startling, but with years of honed instincts I don’t jump.
“You’ve tired of the company of red-heads, I see. That shows a marked improvement to your intelligence.”
“Oh, haha. Actually Skeeter’s roaming about and I was trying to hide out. I told you she was tenacious. She refuses to see that Ginny and I arrived here as friends only and is trying to make it out that we’ve gotten back together.”
“Please, spare me the details. I’m sure they’ll be all over the Prophet by morning anyways.”
Potter lets out an exasperated sigh and runs his hand through his messed up hair. “You’re probably right.” He pauses a moment to gauge my temper. “Well, since I have you here maybe you’d like to ask me a question, as I got to ask the last one.”
“Absurd.” I cannot say if it’s the idea that we’re having a conversation or that he wants to have one that is more absurd.
“Ok then, how about, what’s your favorite potion to brew? And why?”
“Invigoration draught, its usefulness knows no bounds.”
“I see. Mine is Draught of the Living Death.”
I raise one eyebrow skeptically.
“It’s true. It’s the first potion I learned from the Half-Blood Prince’s book. That’s actually destroyed by the way, fiendfyre, so I can’t return it. Sorry about that.”
I fume quietly, Potter didn’t actually look sorry in the least. There was nothing that could be done about the blasted book now though. Not even the most sentimental of reasons could bring it back from wherever in had been burned.
“I’ve been working on marking up a new copy from memory. I could use your help, if you don’t mind that is.”
“From memory? How many times did you read that book?”
“I had it for almost a year, Professor, and it rarely left my possession. I read it backwards and forwards every week that year. I idolized the Half-Blood Prince. That’s why it was such a shock when you revealed that you were the one who wrote it. I didn’t want to believe it at the time. Now though I understand.”
I scoff at his proclamation. “And what is it exactly that you understand Mr. Potter?”
“Well, besides all that happened that night, I realized that I’m gay. Have been since fourth year, I had a crush on Cedric, but didn’t really understand it until I had plenty of time to think about it camping with Hermione and Ron. I had a crush on you too that year.”
It is not that Potter discovering his sexual orientation that is perturbing, as eighty percent of persons can be attracted to both genders. What startles me is that Potter has ever focused his desires on my person. “Now I know you’re crazy. Students do not have crushes on me.” Ridiculous, ludicrous, preposterous, there was no way that a golden Gryffindor could ever like greasy git of the dungeon.
“Well, I didn’t picture you per se when I thought of the Half-Blood Prince, but it was you all the same.”
During the conversation we had drawn deeper into the cover of shadows that the drapes afforded us so as to be almost completely obscured by the occupants of the room at large.
“Now, as I work on replacing the book I do think of you. And do you know what?” He spoke in a whisper, and I had to lean in to hear him. I shake my head when I can think of no response.
“I like it. I like knowing that you taught me those things, and I really was hoping that you’d teach me a lot more.” His arms come up around the back of my neck, in a very intimate embrace. “May I kiss you? Please?”
“I’m not a man to be used to satisfy your curiosity Potter.” I remain distant, as aloof as I can be when a young nubile body is rubbing up against my own.
“That is not my intention. I’d like to pursue you. You fascinate me.” He sounds in a daze as he speaks of his desire.
“And when your fascination is quelled?” My posture remains stiff, although parts of my anatomy are not getting the correct memo.
“Impossible.”
At last I acquiesce and lean forward that extra few inches to touch my lips to his. It’s chaste at first, just a gentle touch between two people. My body begins to relax and melt into his around the time he parts his lips and invites my tongue to dance with his. I cannot tell if he moans or if it’s me. I just know that my body is a flame for this young man that is holding me gently. His legs become wobbly and I hold him up as I continue to memorize the contours of his mouth. We break away when air becomes an immediate concern.
“Wow.” He states breathlessly, his face is flushed and his glasses askew. He runs his tongue over his swelling lips and I am mesmerized by the movement.
“Unquestionably.”
Something must catch his eye behind me as he pales instantly. I try to turn to see for myself, but he holds my face in place.
“Just trust me for a moment.” He undoes the leather tie in my hair allowing the stringy locks to flow freely. He moves the curtain along the wall next to us to block us completely from prying eyes. “There, much better. Skeeter’s on the prowl still. I didn’t want her to catch us.”
“Is that so?” My tone is icy, a complete 180 to the intense passion of the kiss we had just shared.
“Not like that, I’m not ashamed. I just didn’t think you’d want the attention.” He’s running his hands through my hair. “We’ve just started this, thing, between us. Barely accepted it. I don’t want her to ruin my chances with you.”
I refuse to apologize for my assumption. It can’t be helped if Harry is completely illogical and normal thinking cannot be applied to him.
Instead I push him against the wall and claim his mouth for another kiss. This time I know it’s his moan as I push my leg between his and rub against the hardness I find there.
“Are you certain you want to persist in this madness of yours and form a relationship with me?”
“Gods yes.” He pulls my head down again to his, but I detour to the right and begin nibbling on his neck. Holding his head in place I take perverse pleasure in marking his neck especially as the noises he begins to make reverberate down to my cock. With my other hand I reach behind him and grab that firm arse, causing him to rub against me harder.
I hear a cough from beyond our shadowy wonderland and freeze immediately. It takes a moment for Harry to catch up and pay attention to his surroundings.
“Harry, Royal’s speech is about to start and the beetle’s in a tizzy. You might want to make a re-appearance soon.” Ron’s whispered warning from yonder has me withdrawing, but Harry grabs another quick kiss.
“When can I see you next?”
“It’s not unheard of for alumni to revisit their alma mater, of course if you’d rather we meet somewhere more neutral I will owl you for something in Muggle London.”
“Yes, please. I… I want to see where we can go with this.” He looked so insecure, falling back on biting his lower lip in anticipation of rejection.
“I look forward to it.” I let him step away to compose himself. When he’s done he turns back to me and smiles again and his eyes twinkle in joy that I’ve never seen before. It takes me several more minutes to get myself under control enough to emerge from our alcove. I take my leave immediately as I won’t be able to stop myself should he cross my path again tonight.