FIC: In The Shadows (Sansa/Sandor/Arya) for unanon
Recipient: unanon
Title: In The Shadows
Author: mercy
Rating: R
Pairing: Sansa/Sandor/Arya (kinda)
Word Count: 1,804
Summary: This is a Cross-over with the Harry Potter verse. The ASOIAF characters have been transported to the HP universe (approximately 150 years before the events in Harry Potter and Alchemist's Stone). This is also an AU, much of the ASOIAF events and even character's ages have been shuffled around. I have worked hard to make it easy to follow, there was a lot to cram in. Also this is a piece of a much larger fic that I was not able to finish by the deadline. I hope to still be able to complete it for the receipent, who I am hoping will love reading it as much as I have loved writing it.
Warnings: Alas no real smut, just a lot of heavy petting.
Red cheeked and confused Arya crept back into the main house, Needle, tucked beneath her cloak. Father and the other men were on the hunt tonight. Earlier, when she'd snuck from the house, she'd seen Theon nicking a bottle of fire-whiskey from her father's study. It was most likely that he and Robb were drunk in some corner of the mansion, dreaming of their promising futures as quidditch players. Arya chuckled to herself; she couldn't wait to see their faces when she tried out for the team.
Someone further down the corridor gave a startled gasp and without thinking, Arya dove behind a dusty suit of armor. Pulling the hood of her cloak tight around head, she tried to listen to the sound of hushed whispers.
"What are you doing here?" Arya recognized her sister's voice, strained with shock and hint of fear.
"Joffery's caravan stopped for the night at a farm house a few miles away. Lannister rarely travel at night during a full moon." Arya didn't recognize the deep male voice.
"Why did you come back? If my father finds you." Sansa pleaded. Arya peak around the leg of the armor to see Sansa held in the arms of Sandor Clegane. She was about to jump out to rescue Sansa from Joffery's dog, when Sansa's slender hand gently touching Sandor's scared face.
"It's not safe." Sansa said in a hushed whisper as Sandor pulled her close. Arya craned her neck, trying to listen but they had stopped talking. Sansa had closed her eyes and Sandor was gently kissing her eye lids, cheeks and then her mouth.
"We can't...someone might see." Sansa gave a weak argument as Sandor continued kissing her face. The sight was so strange and shocking, Arya couldn't help but watch. Sandor Clegane was a dumb bully with a love of violence that had put him in the very real danger of being expelled or so it was rumored. He was not the kind of boy to hideaway with girls in dark corners. He could not be this boy murmuring lovingly to her sister, and yet the way he cradled Sansa reminded her of the tenderness with which her father often held her mother, when they thought they were alone.
As she continued to watch their intimate exchange, she wondered how it could even be possible.
~~~
It had started after the Sytherin had lost to Gryffindor, Joffery was far from kind, but his defeat at the hands of Sansa's brother had inflamed him in a way that Sansa had never seen before.
Muggle-lover, it was such a shocking and ugly thing to say and yet it was no more than one could expect from Joffery. Gathering the tattered bits of her pride, she'd successfully held back the tears until she left the Slytherin common room. Why did he have to embarrass her like that in front of the others? Even Jeyne had giggled along with all the other. It was so unfair, she could not help that her family had raised her with a muggle born ward or that Sansa's mangy wolf had bit Joffery. There was little she could do, but flee to the blessedly empty corridors of Hogwarts, where no one would see her cry.
Caught up in her own grief, she did not see the large figure stepped out of the shadows until she was practically on top of it...him. The sudden shock brought her to a clumsy halt, causing her feet to tangle in her robes and she began to fall. Strong hands caught her around the waist and pulled her into a darkened corner of the corridor. Though the hulking student didn't speak, his size gave him away. Sandor Clegane loomed over her, in the dim light of the corridor, his steady breathing booming in her ears.
Joffery had once told her that the Cleganes were descended from giants and in the case of Gregor Clegane, she could almost believe it. The Potions master towered over everyone in the school and often had to stoop to get through doorways. Even if Professor Clegane wasn't so huge, he would still scare Sansa all the same.
She had heard that one student having made the mistake of being late once too often to class had been struck down with a strange pox that covered his body with sickly green pustules. There was no proof that it had been him, but there was little doubt that Professor Clegane was capable of such horrible cruelty. After all, everyone had heard the rumors about how the horrible scars that covered the side of the younger Clegane's face were caused by his older brother.
Sandor was smaller by comparison, but he was still large enough to easily block out the light from the torches, in the hallway. Vision blurred by tears, throat and chest sore from sobbing, she gave no resistance as he leaned in closer. His face was cast in shadows, his horrible scars hidden, which she supposed she should be thankful for, and yet she wished that she could see him, to know what he was thinking as he stood there. His hand came toward her face; she flinched, anticipating a strike that never came. Her eyes widened as his large callused thumb gently glided across her tear stained cheek.
She should be afraid. She'd seen him beat other students for Joffery enough times to know what he could do to her...what he could do with those hands. Yet his touch was warm, soothing even. Slowly the pain and shame bled away into a strange sense of anticipation. They'd never been alone, never even exchanged a single word. Yet there he stood, lightly brushing the hairs from her face.
He closed in and before she could scream or panic, their lips met. The feel of his mouth and the weight of his body, wiped all thought from her mind as he pressed her against the chilly stone of the wall. His huge hands circled her small waist, fingers digging in like claws, lifting her higher, driving the breath from her and sending heat to strange new places in her body. Thrown off balance, she squeaked, her hands grabbing frantically at his hulking shoulders.
Suddenly, his lips were gone. Startled, her eyes snapped open as she felt him set her down as he stepped back. She wanted to ask why he stopped and quickly felt ashamed, heat rushing to her cheeks. He seemed to sense her question and tilted his head up toward the light. The stretched pink skin of his scars seemed to shine in the torch light. She tried to ignore the shiver that crawled up her spine, averting her eyes instead, to focus on the scuffed Hufflepuff crest on his robes. Cold air filled the space between them, making her shiver.
"Still can't look at me." His harsh whisper wasn't a question. Before should could summon the courage to answer he turned and strode down the corridor.
She had been too shocked to speak of it to anyone. Not that she had anyone to tell. Joffery would surely be angry or worse he would tease her for kissing his dog and Jeyne... Sansa quickly realized that she no longer had any true friends. After a few days went by, she was able to put the incident out of her mind, that was until it happened again.
She was wandering through the library, trying to find an encyclopedia of dragon species, when he appeared just as suddenly as before. Without a word, he grabbed her hand and pulled her along, past dusty rows of shelves, into a dark alcove. He didn't speak, just touched. Those strong hands ran over her body, stroking her sides, slipping around to her back, to pull her into another strong almost brutal kiss.
It continued that way over the next month. She never knew when to expect him, but she found herself anxious for him to appear. When she was with him, she didn't worry about Joffery's taunts, or her failing marks. She would just loose herself in the way he made her body feel. Each time she tried to gather her courage for that moment, when he would test her, when he would force her to look at him. Each time it seemed that the scars were not as bad as the time before.
She even began to coax him to speak. At first he would only tell her to shut up or to move so he could touch her more. Then one afternoon, he'd found her sitting in the remains of the old observatory, near the grounds keeper's shack. She'd been singing softly to herself. He had set a heavy hand on her shoulder and she'd risen to follow him into the forest. He pressed her up against a tree and began to kiss her neck.
"Sing for me." She felt his hot breath on her skin as he spoke. Voice shaky and almost breathless, she complied. She sang to him, a song of secret love and painful passion.
~~~
"Come away with me." Sandor's voice was so low, Arya had almost not heard him. Shocked she jolted forward and accidentally bumped the armor making a loud clanging noise.
"What was that?" Sansa said, open terror in her voice. Arya ducked back behind the armor, trying to make herself as small as possible. Sandor said something that Arya couldn't make out and then she head the sounds of their footsteps retreating. After a moment she leaned around the armor just as they disappeared around the end of the corridor. The urge to follow them was overpowering. Where would they go? Their father wouldn't hesitate to hunt them down. Although, the idea of Joffery being humiliated by his betrothed running off with his dog was amusing. Arya was too busy chuckling to herself to notice that someone was standing behind her.
"What are you doing?" Theon slurred as the toe of his boot dug into her rib. In one swift movement she pulled out Need, swing the broom's handle like a sword and cracked Theon across the shin. She ran to her room, leaving behind the sound of Theon cursing.
Once she reached the safety of her room, she carefully tucked Needle beneath her bed as she remembered Jon's final words to her, "I would take you with me, if I could." The kiss had been brief, just a soft brush on the mouth, but her lips still tingle at the memory. The sudden memory of Sandor's mouth, slowly pressing against Sansa, made her blush. Startled, she shook her head to banish the memories and strange feelings that came with them.
She quickly changed into her night shift and laid down, as she closed her eyes she tried to push the strange events of the night out of her mind.
Title: In The Shadows
Author: mercy
Rating: R
Pairing: Sansa/Sandor/Arya (kinda)
Word Count: 1,804
Summary: This is a Cross-over with the Harry Potter verse. The ASOIAF characters have been transported to the HP universe (approximately 150 years before the events in Harry Potter and Alchemist's Stone). This is also an AU, much of the ASOIAF events and even character's ages have been shuffled around. I have worked hard to make it easy to follow, there was a lot to cram in. Also this is a piece of a much larger fic that I was not able to finish by the deadline. I hope to still be able to complete it for the receipent, who I am hoping will love reading it as much as I have loved writing it.
Warnings: Alas no real smut, just a lot of heavy petting.
Red cheeked and confused Arya crept back into the main house, Needle, tucked beneath her cloak. Father and the other men were on the hunt tonight. Earlier, when she'd snuck from the house, she'd seen Theon nicking a bottle of fire-whiskey from her father's study. It was most likely that he and Robb were drunk in some corner of the mansion, dreaming of their promising futures as quidditch players. Arya chuckled to herself; she couldn't wait to see their faces when she tried out for the team.
Someone further down the corridor gave a startled gasp and without thinking, Arya dove behind a dusty suit of armor. Pulling the hood of her cloak tight around head, she tried to listen to the sound of hushed whispers.
"What are you doing here?" Arya recognized her sister's voice, strained with shock and hint of fear.
"Joffery's caravan stopped for the night at a farm house a few miles away. Lannister rarely travel at night during a full moon." Arya didn't recognize the deep male voice.
"Why did you come back? If my father finds you." Sansa pleaded. Arya peak around the leg of the armor to see Sansa held in the arms of Sandor Clegane. She was about to jump out to rescue Sansa from Joffery's dog, when Sansa's slender hand gently touching Sandor's scared face.
"It's not safe." Sansa said in a hushed whisper as Sandor pulled her close. Arya craned her neck, trying to listen but they had stopped talking. Sansa had closed her eyes and Sandor was gently kissing her eye lids, cheeks and then her mouth.
"We can't...someone might see." Sansa gave a weak argument as Sandor continued kissing her face. The sight was so strange and shocking, Arya couldn't help but watch. Sandor Clegane was a dumb bully with a love of violence that had put him in the very real danger of being expelled or so it was rumored. He was not the kind of boy to hideaway with girls in dark corners. He could not be this boy murmuring lovingly to her sister, and yet the way he cradled Sansa reminded her of the tenderness with which her father often held her mother, when they thought they were alone.
As she continued to watch their intimate exchange, she wondered how it could even be possible.
~~~
It had started after the Sytherin had lost to Gryffindor, Joffery was far from kind, but his defeat at the hands of Sansa's brother had inflamed him in a way that Sansa had never seen before.
Muggle-lover, it was such a shocking and ugly thing to say and yet it was no more than one could expect from Joffery. Gathering the tattered bits of her pride, she'd successfully held back the tears until she left the Slytherin common room. Why did he have to embarrass her like that in front of the others? Even Jeyne had giggled along with all the other. It was so unfair, she could not help that her family had raised her with a muggle born ward or that Sansa's mangy wolf had bit Joffery. There was little she could do, but flee to the blessedly empty corridors of Hogwarts, where no one would see her cry.
Caught up in her own grief, she did not see the large figure stepped out of the shadows until she was practically on top of it...him. The sudden shock brought her to a clumsy halt, causing her feet to tangle in her robes and she began to fall. Strong hands caught her around the waist and pulled her into a darkened corner of the corridor. Though the hulking student didn't speak, his size gave him away. Sandor Clegane loomed over her, in the dim light of the corridor, his steady breathing booming in her ears.
Joffery had once told her that the Cleganes were descended from giants and in the case of Gregor Clegane, she could almost believe it. The Potions master towered over everyone in the school and often had to stoop to get through doorways. Even if Professor Clegane wasn't so huge, he would still scare Sansa all the same.
She had heard that one student having made the mistake of being late once too often to class had been struck down with a strange pox that covered his body with sickly green pustules. There was no proof that it had been him, but there was little doubt that Professor Clegane was capable of such horrible cruelty. After all, everyone had heard the rumors about how the horrible scars that covered the side of the younger Clegane's face were caused by his older brother.
Sandor was smaller by comparison, but he was still large enough to easily block out the light from the torches, in the hallway. Vision blurred by tears, throat and chest sore from sobbing, she gave no resistance as he leaned in closer. His face was cast in shadows, his horrible scars hidden, which she supposed she should be thankful for, and yet she wished that she could see him, to know what he was thinking as he stood there. His hand came toward her face; she flinched, anticipating a strike that never came. Her eyes widened as his large callused thumb gently glided across her tear stained cheek.
She should be afraid. She'd seen him beat other students for Joffery enough times to know what he could do to her...what he could do with those hands. Yet his touch was warm, soothing even. Slowly the pain and shame bled away into a strange sense of anticipation. They'd never been alone, never even exchanged a single word. Yet there he stood, lightly brushing the hairs from her face.
He closed in and before she could scream or panic, their lips met. The feel of his mouth and the weight of his body, wiped all thought from her mind as he pressed her against the chilly stone of the wall. His huge hands circled her small waist, fingers digging in like claws, lifting her higher, driving the breath from her and sending heat to strange new places in her body. Thrown off balance, she squeaked, her hands grabbing frantically at his hulking shoulders.
Suddenly, his lips were gone. Startled, her eyes snapped open as she felt him set her down as he stepped back. She wanted to ask why he stopped and quickly felt ashamed, heat rushing to her cheeks. He seemed to sense her question and tilted his head up toward the light. The stretched pink skin of his scars seemed to shine in the torch light. She tried to ignore the shiver that crawled up her spine, averting her eyes instead, to focus on the scuffed Hufflepuff crest on his robes. Cold air filled the space between them, making her shiver.
"Still can't look at me." His harsh whisper wasn't a question. Before should could summon the courage to answer he turned and strode down the corridor.
She had been too shocked to speak of it to anyone. Not that she had anyone to tell. Joffery would surely be angry or worse he would tease her for kissing his dog and Jeyne... Sansa quickly realized that she no longer had any true friends. After a few days went by, she was able to put the incident out of her mind, that was until it happened again.
She was wandering through the library, trying to find an encyclopedia of dragon species, when he appeared just as suddenly as before. Without a word, he grabbed her hand and pulled her along, past dusty rows of shelves, into a dark alcove. He didn't speak, just touched. Those strong hands ran over her body, stroking her sides, slipping around to her back, to pull her into another strong almost brutal kiss.
It continued that way over the next month. She never knew when to expect him, but she found herself anxious for him to appear. When she was with him, she didn't worry about Joffery's taunts, or her failing marks. She would just loose herself in the way he made her body feel. Each time she tried to gather her courage for that moment, when he would test her, when he would force her to look at him. Each time it seemed that the scars were not as bad as the time before.
She even began to coax him to speak. At first he would only tell her to shut up or to move so he could touch her more. Then one afternoon, he'd found her sitting in the remains of the old observatory, near the grounds keeper's shack. She'd been singing softly to herself. He had set a heavy hand on her shoulder and she'd risen to follow him into the forest. He pressed her up against a tree and began to kiss her neck.
"Sing for me." She felt his hot breath on her skin as he spoke. Voice shaky and almost breathless, she complied. She sang to him, a song of secret love and painful passion.
~~~
"Come away with me." Sandor's voice was so low, Arya had almost not heard him. Shocked she jolted forward and accidentally bumped the armor making a loud clanging noise.
"What was that?" Sansa said, open terror in her voice. Arya ducked back behind the armor, trying to make herself as small as possible. Sandor said something that Arya couldn't make out and then she head the sounds of their footsteps retreating. After a moment she leaned around the armor just as they disappeared around the end of the corridor. The urge to follow them was overpowering. Where would they go? Their father wouldn't hesitate to hunt them down. Although, the idea of Joffery being humiliated by his betrothed running off with his dog was amusing. Arya was too busy chuckling to herself to notice that someone was standing behind her.
"What are you doing?" Theon slurred as the toe of his boot dug into her rib. In one swift movement she pulled out Need, swing the broom's handle like a sword and cracked Theon across the shin. She ran to her room, leaving behind the sound of Theon cursing.
Once she reached the safety of her room, she carefully tucked Needle beneath her bed as she remembered Jon's final words to her, "I would take you with me, if I could." The kiss had been brief, just a soft brush on the mouth, but her lips still tingle at the memory. The sudden memory of Sandor's mouth, slowly pressing against Sansa, made her blush. Startled, she shook her head to banish the memories and strange feelings that came with them.
She quickly changed into her night shift and laid down, as she closed her eyes she tried to push the strange events of the night out of her mind.