Riddles
"Nicholas Flammel, of whom you all know, has asked me to hide the stone in the school." Albus said to the small group of people in his office. Minerva and professor Sprout were seated in chairs, with Severus, Andrea, Hagrid and professor Quirrell standing behind.
"He's been approached by former death eater's and fears for the safety of it. It will be moved from its current home in the vault at Gringotts to section of the school forbidden to the students. "
Albus sat in his chair comfortably. "I've called you all here because you all are specialists in your fields and we are calling upon you to fulfill your duties to protecting both the students and the stone itself."
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Andrea paced the living room as she tried to think of an appropriate charm. Her lips pursed in concentration as Severus watched from the couch. "You don't have to figure it out right this minute." He said, scribbling a note down on his lesson plan.
"I know that, I just don't want to have to come up with something last minute." She said, lazily dropping herself onto the space beside him.
"What are you going to do?" She asked, tucking her bare feet under her.
"Some kind of a riddle, I think. A logic test." He said as he continued writing. "That's very fitting." She mused.
Severus looked up at her now, "Oh?" he smirked.
"You're terribly good with words, I'm not even good with the English language." She mumbled, causing Severus to chuckle to escape from deep in his chest.
She gazed into the fire now, "What do you know of Quirrell?" She asked.
The man lowered the parchment into his lap now as he looked at her curiously. " He taught at Hogwarts two years ago, Muggle studies. Why do you ask?"
"He unnerves me. Something just doesn't feel right when he's around." Andrea said quietly, her mind half in thought.
"He took a year off, travelled. Ever since he returned… he's been this sneaky little… I don't know. " Severus said, making Andrea turn around to look at him.
"I don't trust him." She said firmly.
"Good girl." He smirked, "Neither do I."
Andrea stood and walked over to the window, her arms braced against the stone wall. Over the green grass that covered the grounds she saw Rolanda on her broomstick, flying gracefully under what was left of the summer sun. She watched as the woman performed several maneuvers and before long she could see why, Andrea caught the glimmer of gold shine of a snitch as it whizzed by at top speed. It gave her an idea.
Smiling, Andrea turned away and headed into the kitchen, she poured two cups of hot tea and brought one to the living room for Severus. Placing it on the table, he muttered his thanks before returning to his work.
Andrea sipped hers as she cleaned, she always found that her thoughts ran easier when she was doing mundane tasks. So she wiped down the counter, cleared the dust from the corners of the room and washed several dishes while charms ran wild through her head.
Once she was sure she had her enchantment complete, Severus made perfect timing and entered the room. As he passed her and turned to the sink, a different thought came to her mind. She watched as he rinsed his glass and set it aside to dry. When he faced her again, he noticed the smirk she was trying to hide.
"What is it?" He asked curiously.
"Good girl." She said simply, a smile ghosting on her lips.
"What?" Severus said, his face turning slightly pink.
Andrea's smile widened slightly, "That's what you called me." She said slowly making her way to his side of the island.
He said nothing, as she stepped in front of him now. He watched as Andrea placed a hand on his chest and rose up on the tips of her toes. With her lips close to his ear, she wrapped her free arm around his shoulders while the first slowly slid lower on his body. "I wouldn't mind hearing that again." She whispered silkily.
Severus felt his eyes roll back and a sharp inhale as her hand purposefully brushed against him through his robes. Andrea smiled as he groaned in pleasure and moved her hand firmly now. "Professor." She whispered, her breath hot against his neck. "Let me be yours." Andrea's lips curved into a smile as she kissed the hallow of his neck. "Let me be your good girl."