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Disclaimer: As much as I would love to own Severus, I don't. I own nothing except my OCs. The rest belongs to the great JK Rowling. I'm not making any money off this fic either.

Chapter 9


Camilla stood at the edge of Severus’ bed after knocking and waiting patiently for him to allow her to come in. “Are you busy?”

“Depends,” he muttered distractedly. He was stretched out on his bed (which Camilla noted, was bigger than hers) reading a book.

“You read an awful lot,” she said, trying to make conversation.

“You talk an awful lot,” he mocked.

She frowned. It had been a week since the visit to Hogsmeade and since then they hadn’t really spoken to each other at all. They had just gone about their own business. However, Camilla’s mother had sent a letter demanding to know the final color scheme as well as whether or not Severus had placed an order for Camilla’s wedding ring.

Wedding arrangements were one of the things she least wanted to talk about with Severus, but it had to be done. “My mum wants to know some of your opinions on the wedding ceremony.”

“I don’t care,” he answered immediately.

“It’s just basic things. You don’t have to get all feminine about it, just tell me what you want.”

“I want you to go away.”

She paused. She was supposed to do as he said. She needed to be as submissive as possible so he would trust her. Yet, her mother would be upset if she didn’t get answers from him.

“I know and I’m sorry,” she said, “But it’ll only take a few minutes.”

He didn’t say anything, so she continued. “Umm… color. We agreed on pink. Is that okay?”

“No.”

“No? Why not? It’s a common color. Besides, it would be pastel pink, you know? Not-.”

“No pink,” he interrupted.

“Okay fine. What about a pale yellow?”

“No.”

Camilla shifted. She had just expected him to agree with everything and send her away. “You said you didn’t care.”

“Well, you asked me didn’t you? Do you want my opinion or not?”

“What about blue?”

“Dark blue.”

“What? Severus! That’s depressing!”

“It’ll fit well then.”

“Fine,” she snapped, frowning. Not sure how best to approach the next subject, she tried to remain unfazed by her next statement. “She also wants to make sure that you’ve placed an order for my ring. She says it can take longer depending on the type of charms or enchantments you want on it so she says if you haven’t-.”

“I did that already,” he said, not looking up from his book.

“Oh, okay… good. I’m not supposed to see it so you need to send it to her as soon you get it.”

“I know.”

“Okay… well, the last thing… she just wanted you to start thinking about your guest list. Lily’s my maid of honor so you don’t need to add her on yours. I’ve already done mine, but I don’t think we would have similar people. I told her you would want Lucius as your best man… that’s okay, right?”

“I was actually thinking Cain.”

“I don’t want Cain in my wedding,” she said fiercely. He looked up from his book.

“Pardon?” The tone of his voice indicated that she’d better backtrack quickly.

“I… I just-.” She forced herself to think about Remus and how he was counting on her. It was bound to be hard in the beginning. “Sorry. I’ll tell my mother Cain.”

He sighed. “Forget it, Lucius is fine.”

“Are you sure? I can tell her-.”

“I said it was fine,” he replied harshly.

“Okay… sorry. I’ll leave you alone now.”

She turned to go, silently congratulating herself for holding her cool.

“By the way,” he said, standing, “I have something for you.”

Camilla turned around and watched him go to the drawers he had once cornered her against. He opened a drawer and shifted some items, clearly looking for something. While he was busy doing that, she glanced around the room. The title of his book, now laying face down on the bed, caught her eye. It read: Moste Potente Potions.

She raised her eyebrows and looked back at him. “Moste Potente Potions? What’s that about?”

“Well, judging from the title, some might gather it’s about… potions,” he replied with a smirk, shutting the drawer. “Here.”

He held out his hand. Resting in his palm was a blue, velvet box. Her heart skipped a beat. Hesitantly, she reached out. Pausing with her hand hovering over the small box, she glanced at him. He rolled his eyes. “What’s wrong with you?” he snapped, shoving the box into her outstretched hand.

She watched him warily as he threw himself onto the bed and picked up his book. Opening the box, she couldn’t help the smile that came to her face. “An engagement ring?” she asked looking at him.

“Narcissa thought it was about time I bought one for you. It’s nothing extravagant.”

Camilla thought that was an understatement. While the design was fairly simple, one diamond set upon a white gold band, it was definitely a diamond of decent size. It was clearly expensive.

“Are you going to put it on for me?” she asked, seating herself on the edge of the bed next to him He looked up from his book with a quickly fleeting look of bewilderment. She smiled back at him. All her animosity towards him had quickly been replaced by happiness of receiving such a gift, at least for the moment.

He took the box from her and removed the ring. Placing it aside, he gently took her hand. Slowly, he slipped the ring onto her finger. She admired it, tilting her hand from side to side, watching the diamond catch the light. She looked at him. He was watching her carefully.

Camilla looked back at him, unsure of how she could show him that she really did appreciate it. If the circumstances were any different, she thought, she would kiss him. But how could she? After everything he had said and done… and yet, it would certainly nudge things along, she thought to herself. "Thank you, Severus," she said softly, "It's really, really beautiful." Decided, she leaned in and kissed him softly. When she pulled away he gazed at her evenly. His expression was unreadable. "Goodnight, Severus." He was silent as she stood and walked out of his room, shutting the door quietly behind her.

--


For the next few weeks, things were quiet. Camilla had made a conscious effort to stay out of Severus’ way. She had also gone out of her way to do him favors, such as bringing him breakfast on the weekends, tidying his side of their common room, and copying an extra set of his notes for the boy he tutored on Wednesdays so he didn’t have to do it himself. She had even cleaned his room for him once while he was in class, however he yelled at her, claiming it gave her a chance to peer through his things unsupervised. Otherwise, he hadn’t seemed to notice her efforts.

“How are things going with Severus?” Remus asked after breakfast one morning. Camilla bit her lip, unsure of what to say. She couldn’t blame him for asking. It had been almost three weeks and he had avoided the topic of their odd love triangle until that point. Of course he expected some sort of progress… Camilla shrugged.

“Well, you know Severus, I mean, I guess you don’t really know him, but… I just have to wait him out. It’ll take some time to for him to relax again, that’s all.” Remus frowned. “Don’t worry,” she said hurriedly, “Things are going great.” She gave a forced smile, hoping it would reassure him.

--


Camilla listened carefully to Professor Mitchell’s lecture, taking as detailed notes as she possibly could. Having failed her last essay, she desperately needed to do better on the next one. She was scratching out a mistake when a folded piece of parchment flew onto her desk. She quickly glanced at the professor assuring that she hadn’t seen, then unfolded it, expecting the note to be from Lily.

When she spread it out, however, she found that instead, it was from Darcy.

Meet me after class? I want to talk with you.
-Darcy


She frowned. What could Darcy Rodman possibly want to talk with her about? She looked up and saw Darcy watching her. Camilla nodded to her.

After DADA, Camilla walked out of the room and bid Remus and Lily goodbye. Seconds later, Darcy approached her. “Hey… you wanted to talk?”

Darcy nodded. “Let’s walk,” she said, “What class do you have next?” Darcy’s voice was kind and conversational. It was enough to make Camilla quite uncomfortable.

“Muggle Studies,” she replied, “It’s upstairs.”

Darcy raised her eyebrows, but said nothing. They began to climb the marble staircase together, along with the rest of the students making their way to various classes. The silence between them dragged on and Camilla wasn’t sure whether Darcy was expecting her to continue. “You wanted something?” she pressed.

After a moment more of silence, Darcy asked, “How are you and Severus getting along?”

Camilla glanced at her, slightly confused. “Why?”

She shrugged. “I’m just curious. I mean we’re going to be around each other a lot from now on aren’t we? I was simply thinking we could be friends. Not to mention, I heard you talking with that homely boy… what’s his name? Lupus?”

Camilla scowled. “It’s Lupin, actually. His name is Remus Lupin and our conversations are absolutely none of your business.”

The other girl laughed. “Whoa, sorry, but you weren’t exactly whispering. Besides, I don’t care. In fact, I support you. I think it’s great that you have someone you trust who will stand by you even if you have to sneak around in the dead of night to see him.”

Camilla raised her eyebrows. “Oh… well, thanks.”

“Yeah, you’re welcome. So… I know one of your little secrets. I promise I will never repeat it.” Camilla nodded, giving Darcy a hesitant, slightly confused smile. “I guess it’s only fair that I tell you one of mine, hmm?”

Now, Darcy had Camilla’s full attention. “I understand you more than you think and I truly think that maybe we can help each other. You know, of course, that Cain can be violent.”

“I’ve had the pleasure of being on the receiving end of his violence,” Camilla replied, unconsciously reaching up to the side of her head, her fingers grazing the small scar that, with the help of the healing paste Severus had used, was slowly disappearing.

Darcy smiled a small smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Yes, well, so have I,” she said, avoiding Camilla’s gaze. “But I’ve learned to manage him and his moods and you can manage Severus.”

--


When Camilla entered their shared common room late that evening, Severus was scribbling in his potions textbook. She raised her eyebrows. “You realize that you are destroying that book? You can’t even read the original writing on some pages.” She had skimmed through book once when she had accidentally picked it up, thinking it was hers. Most pages had instructions marked out, replaced with Severus’ own writings.

He looked up at her. “Actually, I’m improving it, but I wouldn’t expect you to understand that.”

Camilla didn’t respond. Having endured his sarcasm for more than two months, it had lost some of its sting. Instead, she dropped her bag on the ground, crossed the room, and seated herself on the floor next to him. He gave her a peculiar look as if their close proximity made him uncomfortable.

“Darcy came and talked to me,” she said conversationally, eyeing him carefully for a reaction. He gave none. “She says she wants to be my friend. Do you think she? I mean… what do you-?”

Camilla suddenly realized how difficult it seemed to hold a civil conversation with Severus. She wasn’t her normal confident self.

“She’s being honest,” he said bluntly.

“How do you know?”

“If she were trying to be fake or manipulate you, you would know. Subtlety is not her forte.”

Camilla laughed lightly. “No, I guess not… But why would she want to be my friend?”

“Darcy used to be just like you,” he said. “She doesn’t have very many friends anymore though. She probably reckons that in the next few months, you won’t have all that many either.”

“Why won’t I have friends? Why would she think that?” Camilla asked slightly alarmed.

He smirked at her naiveté. “She assumes that I’m slowly tightening my grip on you and will eventually isolate you from your current friends.”

“Like Cain did to her,” she said softly. He nodded slowly. Camilla looked at him intently. He didn’t look at her, however. He was still deep in thought, scribbling in the margins of his textbook. While she watched him, she thought back on all their arguments. He never demonstrated any sort of controlling tendencies unless she purposely tried to make him angry, usually by insinuating he was inferior to her because of his heritage.

Maybe he didn’t want to control her after all? Maybe he-?

“What are you staring at?” he asked finally, jolting her from her thoughts.

“Nothing,” she replied quickly, “Just do your… thing.”

He gave a small laugh. “Alright… I will.”

Camilla smiled. She realized that she loved his laugh. She had only heard it twice now, but it seemed to make her feel so much better. She remembered the last time he had laughed in front of her. It was just before their first kiss.

Making up her mind quickly, before she could chicken out, she leaned closer to him and placed her head on his shoulder. It was an action that most engaged couples would think nothing about, but they weren’t like most engaged couples. Camilla’s mind was frantic with worry as she did this and Severus immediately stiffened. She bit her lip, waiting for him to push her off of him, but he relaxed quickly and only shifted slightly, pulling her closer as he did so. She sighed deeply releasing the breath she’d been holding.

“What are you working on?” she murmured in his ear.

“We’re supposed to research and write an essay on our favorite potion and how it contributes to society. Then, make a sample of it. However, I can’t get much done with you practically sitting in my lap.”

“I can leave… go upstairs…”

But he put an arm around her waist and the matter was decided.

Then, Camilla was suddenly hit with an idea. It came to her so easily and quickly, it was as if Merlin himself had appeared and proposed it. She knew of a way she could get Severus to trust her. She smiled to herself. She didn’t need Darcy’s advice after all.

A/N: Thank you all for reading and leaving such kind reviews! I really appreciate it!

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