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Title: Seen From On High
Team Name:Death Eaters
Word Count: 3 x 100
Rating: Mature, though not explicit
Challenge: Crookshanks, I think is the one
Characters: Hermione, Severus, Crookshanks
Authors Notes: usual disclaimers - not mine, this makes me no money, blah, blah. This was written as a birthday gift for ozratbag2, who wanted smething with Crookshanks witnessing what nobody is supposed to see.
Seen from on high
Crookshanks was old, and skinny, and moth-eaten, and very creaky, but he could still jump up to the top of the wardrobe. His Mistress knew it was a favourite spot of his, so she had made him a nest there - a nice, warm nest to coddle his bones while he contemplated the world from a position of superiority.
In truth, he preferred his high perch to any other place, though he came down for a cuddle when she needed him.
She seemed to need him rather a lot of late, holding him tightly and whispering “Severus” into his fur .
*
Crookshanks didn't think his Mistress would be happy to see the man in her bedroom. He got ready to spring at the first wrong move.
But the man just stood there.
Crookshanks had seen this man pacing the corridors of the school, sometimes with his Mistress, but more often alone. He wasn't an enemy - indeed, he had been known to pass the odd titbit under the table at dinner - but he shouldn't be in this room.
The man placed a rose on the Mistress' pillow. He turned dark eyes upwards to meet Crookshanks' glare.
“Leave it alone, cat,” he said.
*
The Mistress was restless in bed.
She had been very still, as still as a watching cat, when she found the rose. Then she raised it to her face and breathed in. Crookshanks supposed that humans found the odour appealing. Perhaps it was like catnip, he thought, watching through the darkness as the Mistress pushed back the covers and stroked the flower gently over her furless skin.
Humans were all stiffness and angles like dogs - but tonight she was different, it seemed, the flower and her hands waking the sinuous curves of the feline in her body.
“Severus,” she breathed.
*
Team Name:Death Eaters
Word Count: 3 x 100
Rating: Mature, though not explicit
Challenge: Crookshanks, I think is the one
Characters: Hermione, Severus, Crookshanks
Authors Notes: usual disclaimers - not mine, this makes me no money, blah, blah. This was written as a birthday gift for ozratbag2, who wanted smething with Crookshanks witnessing what nobody is supposed to see.
Seen from on high
Crookshanks was old, and skinny, and moth-eaten, and very creaky, but he could still jump up to the top of the wardrobe. His Mistress knew it was a favourite spot of his, so she had made him a nest there - a nice, warm nest to coddle his bones while he contemplated the world from a position of superiority.
In truth, he preferred his high perch to any other place, though he came down for a cuddle when she needed him.
She seemed to need him rather a lot of late, holding him tightly and whispering “Severus” into his fur .
*
Crookshanks didn't think his Mistress would be happy to see the man in her bedroom. He got ready to spring at the first wrong move.
But the man just stood there.
Crookshanks had seen this man pacing the corridors of the school, sometimes with his Mistress, but more often alone. He wasn't an enemy - indeed, he had been known to pass the odd titbit under the table at dinner - but he shouldn't be in this room.
The man placed a rose on the Mistress' pillow. He turned dark eyes upwards to meet Crookshanks' glare.
“Leave it alone, cat,” he said.
*
The Mistress was restless in bed.
She had been very still, as still as a watching cat, when she found the rose. Then she raised it to her face and breathed in. Crookshanks supposed that humans found the odour appealing. Perhaps it was like catnip, he thought, watching through the darkness as the Mistress pushed back the covers and stroked the flower gently over her furless skin.
Humans were all stiffness and angles like dogs - but tonight she was different, it seemed, the flower and her hands waking the sinuous curves of the feline in her body.
“Severus,” she breathed.
*