Skeeter Chronicles Chapter Nine
Title: Skeeter Chronicles
Rating: This chapter R
Author: SoLeo
Word Count: +1300
Warnings: *EWE, anal sex*
Disclaimer: You know I don't own them.
Summary: In which Rita Skeeter attempts to get the exclusive of a lifetime.
AN: Can I blame this chapter not being done faster on the fact that I was reading another snarry that is epic long? Yes?
Chapter Nine
I spend most of Sunday enjoyably in bed. Harry, being young and insatiable, hadn’t let me leave until he had mapped out my body with his tongue and hands. I don’t think I’ll ever need a pensive to recall the feeling of him riding me to completion as it is burned in under my skin. Having to get back to Hogwarts that night left me aching, but that could have been from the strain of all the sex. My body just wasn’t used to it after going months or years between partners before.
My week passed by in a blur. I recall meeting with the board of governors about some of the new implementations I had requested but the next day I couldn’t recall if they had concluded positively or negatively, thankfully someone always recorded the minutes and I was able to go over them at my leisure.
The student lists were finalized and I looked it over, but didn’t see any of the names. My mind wandered endlessly to dark hair and green eyes, cries of pleasure ringing in my ears.
Minerva was no help at all. Every time she caught me unfocused she would smirk in that knowing way and walk away chuckling to herself. It was intolerable.
-/-/-/-/-/-
As soon as I get through the floo, not even a moment to brush away the ashes, Harry pulls me down to meet his lips. “Mmm. I’ve missed you. I wanted to do that all week, well I wanted to do more than that, but that was the first thing on my list. Dinner would be nice, but sex is right up there.”
“Harry, you’re babbling.” I disentangle myself to remove the soot left over from my journey.
“Sorry, I do that when I’m excited.” His blush is adorable.
I pause momentarily. I have never thought anyone or anything was adorable before. Sure, small fluffy creatures had charms to delight and create affection but I had not once thought of anything in such terms before. Perhaps Harry’s company is affecting me more than I had previously thought.
“It’s good to see you too Harry. I also missed you.” I don’t want to give away too much, how I had spent much of our time apart thinking of him, but seeing how much my words affected him I’m glad I said something. I feel my own lips curl as he smiles brightly.
“What will we be doing this evening? Are we braving the crowds, or more dance lessons?” Anything is alright by me, with Harry by my side.
“Dancing would be nice, I really enjoyed our lesson last week, but I really wanted to ask if you’d just like to sit together and read to me, or me to you. I don’t get a lot of time to read for fun.”
He’s always surprising me. Adventurous Gryffindors didn’t usually like to read for leisure. “Are you sure? We could go out, disillusionment charms or polyjuice would give us our privacy.”
“Being here with you is fine, Severus, all I want actually. I don’t want to give Skeeter or her cronies any more ammunition before the Quibbler hits stands. It’s okay, really.”
It’s unfair that this confident young man hides away in his own home because of the actions of a few supposed journalists. “Harry, have you taken any formal action against the media? Restraining orders and such are very serious matters.”
“I had thought about it, but it wasn’t worth the effort before, and I’ve just been too busy recently. Besides I don’t know anyone who could help me out.”
“Then I have a suggestion to make. Although in the past you have not seen eye to eye, Lucius Malfoy does know the letter of the law. He’d be able to take on anyone interfering in any personal matters so they would have no foot to stand on.”
“I didn’t know he was a solicitor.”
“It is his official career, but he hasn’t needed to practice for a while. As Lord Malfoy he had a comfy fortune to live off of. With some of the current restrictions to that considerable fortune he’s had to return to the workforce and his unpopularity makes it hard to get clients.”
“So he’s down on his luck and hoping a high profile client like me will bring in some more.”
I nod my head, “If you are amiable.” Harry seems to understand Slytherins better than the average Gryffindor. “He has an impeccable knowledge of the law and will work diligently for you, or I would not have suggested him.”
“Can I meet with him tomorrow? If I can get something in place before the Quibbler comes out this week it will cement how bad the situation is in the public eye.”
“I think he’d make time for you, but I could firecall him now if you’d like.”
“Yes, please. I’ll meet you in the kitchen, I need to check on dessert.” Before he makes his way to the door he kisses me, it’s a promise of things to come as our tongues slide together. My knees go weak so I lock them in place before I buckle. “Don’t take too long.”
It takes me a moment to remember what I was doing, my mind is filled with delightful activities Harry and I can engage in on the couch or the rug of the library. A few minutes have passed when I finally recall myself to contact Lucius.
“Malfoy Manor.” I state clearly into the green flames. A house-elf greets me and fetches Lucius with pop. The sitting room drapes and couches are new, but I can tell they’re only refurbished with second hand materials. When Lord Malfoy finally appears I see his haggard appearance and out of date fashion. Times were tough, indeed.
“My old friend, how can I help you this evening?” I would say Lucius flopped onto his couch, but a Malfoy never flops.
“Quite the opposite Lucius, I am hoping I can help you. I have a client for you, one that won’t hold your actions during the war against you.”
“Really?” Straightening up a little, he leans forward more in interest. “You already recommended me and he still wishes to meet me?”
“Yes, and he insisted on meeting with you tomorrow to discuss his request. Can you make time for him?” Having known Lucius for years, not really as friends but colleagues suffering under the same madman, I can see his interest but fear of rejection was very real. Others had agreed to meet him, only to spit in his face. I dangle the carrot for him a little closer. “He doesn’t have a family solicitor and if you prove your competence in this matter you could set up a contract with him.”
I had not noticed Narcissa waiting by the door, she too is dressed noticeably less extravagantly then ever, “You’re not bringing us more trouble, are you Severus?” At my negative she continued, “Then I insist you bring him and luncheon with us tomorrow. A casual setting should keep everyone at ease.”
“If you insist, my lady, we shall be happy to join you for lunch.”
“And who is this man, that he needs our help so badly he’d work with ex-death eaters?” She drops politely next to Lucius and holds his hand in support. If not for Narcissa’s continued love, Lucius would not be the man he is today but wallowing in Azkaban a husk of his former self.
“Harry Potter.” I cannot contain my mirth at their stunned faces, so I don’t and let my laughter ring out loudly. When I am able to contain myself I continue. “I’m serious. He’s looking for someone that will help him with some legal matters he hasn’t had the time for before. He’s very sincere. If you treat him like the proper client he is he will give you the second chance you deserve.”
They too have collected themselves and convey a thousand words between their glances, looking hopeful at this opportunity. “Of course, thank you Severus. We’ll see you both tomorrow, twelve thirty.” Lucius bids me farewell and I close the connection.
My good deed done for the evening I join Harry in the kitchen. My mouth is watering in anticipation of the wonderful meal, and possible after-dinner activities.
Rating: This chapter R
Author: SoLeo
Word Count: +1300
Warnings: *EWE, anal sex*
Disclaimer: You know I don't own them.
Summary: In which Rita Skeeter attempts to get the exclusive of a lifetime.
AN: Can I blame this chapter not being done faster on the fact that I was reading another snarry that is epic long? Yes?
Chapter Nine
I spend most of Sunday enjoyably in bed. Harry, being young and insatiable, hadn’t let me leave until he had mapped out my body with his tongue and hands. I don’t think I’ll ever need a pensive to recall the feeling of him riding me to completion as it is burned in under my skin. Having to get back to Hogwarts that night left me aching, but that could have been from the strain of all the sex. My body just wasn’t used to it after going months or years between partners before.
My week passed by in a blur. I recall meeting with the board of governors about some of the new implementations I had requested but the next day I couldn’t recall if they had concluded positively or negatively, thankfully someone always recorded the minutes and I was able to go over them at my leisure.
The student lists were finalized and I looked it over, but didn’t see any of the names. My mind wandered endlessly to dark hair and green eyes, cries of pleasure ringing in my ears.
Minerva was no help at all. Every time she caught me unfocused she would smirk in that knowing way and walk away chuckling to herself. It was intolerable.
-/-/-/-/-/-
As soon as I get through the floo, not even a moment to brush away the ashes, Harry pulls me down to meet his lips. “Mmm. I’ve missed you. I wanted to do that all week, well I wanted to do more than that, but that was the first thing on my list. Dinner would be nice, but sex is right up there.”
“Harry, you’re babbling.” I disentangle myself to remove the soot left over from my journey.
“Sorry, I do that when I’m excited.” His blush is adorable.
I pause momentarily. I have never thought anyone or anything was adorable before. Sure, small fluffy creatures had charms to delight and create affection but I had not once thought of anything in such terms before. Perhaps Harry’s company is affecting me more than I had previously thought.
“It’s good to see you too Harry. I also missed you.” I don’t want to give away too much, how I had spent much of our time apart thinking of him, but seeing how much my words affected him I’m glad I said something. I feel my own lips curl as he smiles brightly.
“What will we be doing this evening? Are we braving the crowds, or more dance lessons?” Anything is alright by me, with Harry by my side.
“Dancing would be nice, I really enjoyed our lesson last week, but I really wanted to ask if you’d just like to sit together and read to me, or me to you. I don’t get a lot of time to read for fun.”
He’s always surprising me. Adventurous Gryffindors didn’t usually like to read for leisure. “Are you sure? We could go out, disillusionment charms or polyjuice would give us our privacy.”
“Being here with you is fine, Severus, all I want actually. I don’t want to give Skeeter or her cronies any more ammunition before the Quibbler hits stands. It’s okay, really.”
It’s unfair that this confident young man hides away in his own home because of the actions of a few supposed journalists. “Harry, have you taken any formal action against the media? Restraining orders and such are very serious matters.”
“I had thought about it, but it wasn’t worth the effort before, and I’ve just been too busy recently. Besides I don’t know anyone who could help me out.”
“Then I have a suggestion to make. Although in the past you have not seen eye to eye, Lucius Malfoy does know the letter of the law. He’d be able to take on anyone interfering in any personal matters so they would have no foot to stand on.”
“I didn’t know he was a solicitor.”
“It is his official career, but he hasn’t needed to practice for a while. As Lord Malfoy he had a comfy fortune to live off of. With some of the current restrictions to that considerable fortune he’s had to return to the workforce and his unpopularity makes it hard to get clients.”
“So he’s down on his luck and hoping a high profile client like me will bring in some more.”
I nod my head, “If you are amiable.” Harry seems to understand Slytherins better than the average Gryffindor. “He has an impeccable knowledge of the law and will work diligently for you, or I would not have suggested him.”
“Can I meet with him tomorrow? If I can get something in place before the Quibbler comes out this week it will cement how bad the situation is in the public eye.”
“I think he’d make time for you, but I could firecall him now if you’d like.”
“Yes, please. I’ll meet you in the kitchen, I need to check on dessert.” Before he makes his way to the door he kisses me, it’s a promise of things to come as our tongues slide together. My knees go weak so I lock them in place before I buckle. “Don’t take too long.”
It takes me a moment to remember what I was doing, my mind is filled with delightful activities Harry and I can engage in on the couch or the rug of the library. A few minutes have passed when I finally recall myself to contact Lucius.
“Malfoy Manor.” I state clearly into the green flames. A house-elf greets me and fetches Lucius with pop. The sitting room drapes and couches are new, but I can tell they’re only refurbished with second hand materials. When Lord Malfoy finally appears I see his haggard appearance and out of date fashion. Times were tough, indeed.
“My old friend, how can I help you this evening?” I would say Lucius flopped onto his couch, but a Malfoy never flops.
“Quite the opposite Lucius, I am hoping I can help you. I have a client for you, one that won’t hold your actions during the war against you.”
“Really?” Straightening up a little, he leans forward more in interest. “You already recommended me and he still wishes to meet me?”
“Yes, and he insisted on meeting with you tomorrow to discuss his request. Can you make time for him?” Having known Lucius for years, not really as friends but colleagues suffering under the same madman, I can see his interest but fear of rejection was very real. Others had agreed to meet him, only to spit in his face. I dangle the carrot for him a little closer. “He doesn’t have a family solicitor and if you prove your competence in this matter you could set up a contract with him.”
I had not noticed Narcissa waiting by the door, she too is dressed noticeably less extravagantly then ever, “You’re not bringing us more trouble, are you Severus?” At my negative she continued, “Then I insist you bring him and luncheon with us tomorrow. A casual setting should keep everyone at ease.”
“If you insist, my lady, we shall be happy to join you for lunch.”
“And who is this man, that he needs our help so badly he’d work with ex-death eaters?” She drops politely next to Lucius and holds his hand in support. If not for Narcissa’s continued love, Lucius would not be the man he is today but wallowing in Azkaban a husk of his former self.
“Harry Potter.” I cannot contain my mirth at their stunned faces, so I don’t and let my laughter ring out loudly. When I am able to contain myself I continue. “I’m serious. He’s looking for someone that will help him with some legal matters he hasn’t had the time for before. He’s very sincere. If you treat him like the proper client he is he will give you the second chance you deserve.”
They too have collected themselves and convey a thousand words between their glances, looking hopeful at this opportunity. “Of course, thank you Severus. We’ll see you both tomorrow, twelve thirty.” Lucius bids me farewell and I close the connection.
My good deed done for the evening I join Harry in the kitchen. My mouth is watering in anticipation of the wonderful meal, and possible after-dinner activities.