The Burning Pen

Confrontations
by Ruth Solomon

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DRABBLE 19

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 19 ~ A Meeting During Rounds

Snape reappeared in his stark, austere bedroom. It only contained a large four-poster bed, wardrobe, dresser, small wooden chair and a clock rested on the wall. There was an adjoining bathroom as well with all the amenities. The wizard placed the unconscious Gryffindor down on the bed and stared down at her a moment before looking at the clock. He still had rounds to make.

The Potions master reached into Hermione’s robes pocket and removed her wand, sticking it into his own pocket before exiting the bedroom, warding the young witch in securely. He’d be back shortly and then they could attend to the business at hand.

Snape walked up the dungeon corridor quickly, his robes billowing as he thought about the young woman in his bed. No doubt when she awoke she’d be frightened and quite possibly a bit furious about her abduction. Well, he had warned her. She should have come under her own steam rather than test his resolve. She could blame herself for this quick development. Hermione should have never asked him to kiss her . . . then she might have had more time.

Might have.

He entered the Main Hall and immediately went into stealth mode, searching for errant students, although distracted. He quickly perused the classrooms, hidden passages and niches, then made his way up the stairwell to the upper corridors.

As he entered the third floor corridor, he met Professor Lecter, who was carrying a torch. The muggle grinned unpleasantly as he approached the dour wizard, and Snape returned his smile with a little grimace. Lecter stopped before the wizard, his eyes narrowed slightly.

”Making your rounds a bit hurriedly tonight, Professor,” the Muggle said to the wizard knowingly.

”I am making my rounds as I always do, Professor Lecter,” Snape snapped back at him.

Hannibal arched one eyebrow at the taller wizard.

”Hm. Perspiration, increased heart rate, the distinct odor of male arousal . . . I believe you are in ‘rut’ Professor Snape. I can also smell . . . fear. Female fear. Tell me, have you finally been driven to abducting the object of your desire?” Lecter purred at him.

Snape’s face took on a murderous mien, his nose wrinkling severely. Lecter’s maroon eyes rested on the pale wizard’s face with a rather focused interest now, taking in the large size of his delicate, flaring nostrils.

“What are you insinuating?” Snape snarled at him, taken a bit aback by the Muggle’s powers of deduction. He might not be a wizard, but his abilities were far beyond those of an ordinary Muggle.

Lecter’s eyes rested on Snape coolly.

”You have a magnificent nose, Professor. Quite . . . extraordinary in its size, shape and range of motion. Were you aware that the nose is ninety-five percent cartilage?” he asked the wizard.

“What the hell does that have to do with anything?” Snape snapped at him, wanting to address his first comment.

”Possibly everything. Have a good night, Professor,” Lecter said to him, obviously distracted as he walked away as if he had never suggested Snape had Hermione.

Snape watched him go, his black eyes narrowed. Something was very odd about that Muggle. Very odd indeed. But he couldn’t worry over that now . . . he had rounds to finish and a witch to return to.

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Hannibal poured himself a glass of port and sat down in his armchair in front of the fire. He took an appreciative sip of the libation, then set it down on a small table that rested beside him, picking up a well-worn leather-bound book. He leafed through it, licking his lips as he sought a recipe. He found the page.

”Ah yes . . . here it is. Perfect,” the Muggle breathed. “Hm. It needs to be singed over an open flame or plucked as I suspected to remove the hairs, then scrubbed and parboiled to remove the running blood. Yes. No doubt there will be ample meat as well as cartilage. Then it should be rinsed, cut into small pieces salted and cooked in water until tender along with presoaked salt beef . . .”

Lecter continued to read, his mouth watering over the list of ingredients.

2 lbs. fish (whole or fillet)
1 lb. conch, cooked & chopped
1 sm. hot pepper
2 sm. eggplants (optional)
5-6 qts. water
1 lb. smoked ham
1 onion
4-5 cloves garlic
2 lbs. chopped okra
2 lbs. kalalloo bush or frozen chopped spinach

Lecter read the recipe, swallowing slightly as he came to the part where the ham, fish, conch, chopped onion, minced garlic, okra, kalalloo bush (or spinach), peeled and chopped eggplant (optional), chopped hot pepper, salt beef and the most treasured ingredient were placed in a large pot and simmered together for an hour, then served in a bowl with a scoop of fungi, a kind of porridge made of cornmeal, water and vegetable oil.

“Yes. Yes. I simply MUST make this exotic meal. It will be delightful,” he breathed, closing the book and gazing into the fire, drawing his tongue slowly over his lips as he imagined consuming the delicacy.

“Yes. Snout of Snape and Kalalloo. It will be outstanding. Simply outstanding and definitely on my menu.”

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A/N: Now, isn’t THIS disturbing? Lolololol. Not Snape’s beautiful nose!!! :::snorts::: Thanks for reading.


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