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Hidden Truths Chapter 10: Subterfuge and Undeclared Feelings

Hello all and welcome to another instalment of 'Hidden Truths.' In this chapter, there's a lot of background information and plot furthering that will be needed for the rest of the story. I also have to warn you that this chapter contains a large amount of NC-17 material between two of the victims of one of my subplot attempts: Emily Weasley and Severus Snape.
That being said, the last time I mentioned Emily in this story I got a whole lot of confused people asking me who she was and why was she in my story so I'm cutting to the chase with this one. Here's the first time we see Emily (in the two paragraphs that I mention her in Chapter 14 of 'Glamours') so that the confusion can be laid to rest.

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She surveyed the room, taking the lone female hand that had shot up. "Yes. Emily."� She called on her "�cousin' Bill's only daughter, the product of an affair with another curse breaker he had met while in Egypt 17 years ago. Catherine had died in childbirth, leaving her parents alone with their granddaughter. Bill had only found out about Emily 7 years ago, when Voldemort had killed her grandparents in a tragic attack on their muggle home in London. Upon learning of her granddaughter's existence, and severely scolding Bill for his poor use of birth control, Molly had warmly welcomed the girl into the family. Emily and Bill both lived at the Burrow now, when Emily wasn't at Hogwarts and Bill wasn't on business trips.
"It's an Orb of Thesulah Professor. It's used for holding the soul being restored or taken away."� The willowy redhead replied confidently. Emily and she were close, the girl reminding Willow of who she used to be, before the darkness of all the things she had seen and done had taken over. Indeed, Emily, taking after her father was extremely intelligent and had been made Head Girl this year.'
In addition, you might want to read the chapter in 'Hidden Truths,' "The Scandalous Liaison of Emily Weasley" for more background information on her relationship with Severus and her value as a character in this story.
That is all I have to say about that. In closing, this chapter is dedicated to my beta Kristen who encouraged me to hook Emily and Snape up in the first place. And while she did not beta this particular chapter (I got impatient and used a different beta [Emmy, thanks again for coming through with that by the way]"�.sorry Kristen, I feel very ashamed of myself), she still was the one who, in a quite humorous correspondence, pretty much told me to write it into the story-the smuttier the better. So this one's for you Kristen. It is perhaps the smuttiest scene I have ever written. Thank you for the ideas and the support.
As for the rest of you, enjoy. I shall endeavour to have the next chapter of Dark Wizards Anonymous at the very least written by tomorrow evening. Bye!
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Emily cringed as her foot hit yet another creaky floorboard on her journey down the stairs of the Burrow. It was just her luck that the only fireplace in her grandparent's home was in the living room, far, far away from her own bedroom upstairs.

It was 11 PM on Christmas Eve and everyone was asleep. Well, mostly everyone. She knew for a fact that her grandfather was off somewhere doing something with Remus Lupin and Sirius Black. And as for Harry, Willow's husband well, Emily had never been stupid. She knew something was up if only from his behaviour, the same behaviour in fact that was causing him to be outside in the garden right now, sitting quietly by himself.

She had learned in the few short months she had been at Hogwarts that Harry couldn't hide anything from the world. He wore his heart on his sleeve and his emotions on his face. Certainly the Occlumency lessons had helped, but that was just his mind that was being shielded. His face and behaviour were a different story. He was deeply in love with his wife, that was for sure. But that was ultimately his downfall, as it had become readily apparent that it was due to something with Willow that he had been so agitated this evening, thus causing the ill-timed brooding in the garden.

Emily took the last few steps blessedly creak-free but distracted enough by her train of thought not to notice, worry for the thin redhead currently sleeping upstairs clouding her mind. Something with Willow indeed. Since the moment she had come out of the fireplace she had been ill. Emily only hoped she hadn't given the wizards flu to her supervisor because that would definitely be detrimental to the quality of her employer's first Christmas with her new family.

She frowned as she descended the final step into the hallway and turned right into the deserted living room, absentmindedly picking some floo powder up from the pot on the mantle and lit the fire in the grate with a flick of her wand. Frankly she didn't know what was wrong with Willow OR Harry and it really wasn't any of her business. Theuld uld tell her when they were ready.

But now wasn't the time for thinking of these very serious thoughts. No, now was the time for her to think...naughty thoughts. For the last few days, that was all she HAD been thinking about. Indeed, after a week away from her lover, she had decided to break their involuntary separation and two nights ago she had shown up at his quarters at Hogwarts. She smiled as the naughty thoughts once again made an appearance and after all, a girl couldn't very well go out on what, to Severus' chagrin, she referred to as a booty call without the prerequisite naughty thoughts. Indeed, judging by the fact that all she was wearing at the moment was a black lace underwear set and a trench coat, and the other small detail that he had written her with the idea just that afternoon, albeit for an game of 'chess' and brandy (Emily knew what this REALLY meant), this was very much a booty call.

With a mischievous giggle, she stepped into the fireplace and dropped the powder at her feet, voicing her destination firmly. This was going to be fun.

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Severus Snape was grading papers. On Christmas Eve. With a sigh, he rubbed a hand across his face and dropped his head to the table. He needed a life. Well, he had one; it just wasn't a great life.

Indeed, it had been a most horrid day. Not only had he been forced to participate in Albus' insipid Christmas traditions but he had also been responsible for catching 3 couples in most revealing positions as he was doing his rounds that evening. He, like Willow, who had expressed her hatred for these hormonal explosions just last evening after the Yule Ball, positively dreaded doing rounds at this time of year. After all, between the season and the distinct lack of homework in which to suppress their dreadful urges, Christmas time was also a prime season for all sorts of bad behaviour.

Severus snarled, throwing his quill down in frustration at the absolutely dreadful answer as to what a bezoar was from a first year (in his house for the record; he would have to have a chat with the prefects sometime in the next few weeks about buttoning down on curfew and other study-detrimental habits that could distract from the academic expectations Severus demanded from his Slytherins).

He had to admit to himself though that it was the fact that she was late that was ultimately driving him mad. She being his lover Emily Weasley. Indeed, she had said she'd be here an hour ago and while he had to admit that getting out of her crowded house unseen could be a problem, it hadn't been an issue last night. Or the night before that. No, Severus attributed her lateness to the fact that there were now 3 aurors staying in her home instead of the usual two. He sighed, perhaps it was time that they told her family. It would certainly make things easier. Or harder, depending on how they reacted. At any rate, now was not the time to think of this, or the stack of unmarked papers that still sat on his desk in front of him. It was far worse matters that plagued his mind at the moment. He was interrupted from his inner turmoil though by the sound of the floo network opening and a thump as Emily fell onto the floor in a sooty heap.

Suddenly smiling, he stood up and walked over to help her up, pulling her into a deep kiss.

"Hey," Emily said quietly, pulling away and licking her lips. "I've missed you."

"It's only been a day," he said smoothly, his voice belying the fact that he too had missed her so badly it hurt.

"I know," she murmured, backing up from him and looking up at the clock as it began to strike midnight. "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas," he smiled again, backing away himself to pour two brandies, the drink of choice for he and his lover before setting one for her on the coffee table and sitting down on the couch. Truthfully, all he wanted to do was drag her off to his bedroom and prove to her exactly how much he had missed her but he thought that would give her the idea that he had only written her for the physical aspect of their relationship which couldn't be farther from the truth. Not only was she an excellent conversationalist but she never failed to give him a run for his money in chess as well. After all, their relationship was not based entirely upon sex. Far from it in fact. As he had mused while he wrote his last letter to her days ago, it was a relationship based in mutual respect, friendship and, at least on his past, love. The fact that she shagged like a minx was beyond the point.

"I got you a present," she said huskily, drawing a small box out of her pt ant and enlarging it with her wand. She shrugged, "Actually I got you two."

Carefully, she sat the box on the coffee table, next to her untouched brandy, and removed her trench coat. "I'm sorry that it isn't wrapped."

Severus' mouth went dry at the sight of her scantily clad body and the glass of brandy he had been holding dropped to the stone floor of his dungeon quarters, shattering into a million tiny shards. Apparently she didn't feel like talking.

He could deal with that.

With a moan of desire, Emily launched herself at her lover, straddling his waist and forgetting the fact that the last time he had been between her legs was scarcely 24 hours ago. She needed him now and, from the rapidly growing bulge in his pants, he apparently reciprocated the sentiment.

"Do you know what I thought about all day?" Emily murmured into Severus' ear as she ground herself into his crotch, forcing a groan to emerge from his lips and his cock to strain painfully against the confining boundaries of his trousers.

"I haven't the faintest idea," he croaked, deciding that turnabout was fair play as he hauled her closer to him and undid her bra.

"Doing this," she said silkily, moving the now loose bra down her arms to trail from a finger. "I was wet all day from thinking about doing this with you." The bra fell from her deceptively steady forefinger as Severus suddenly moved his lips down to her neck and moved a hand to stroke the crotch of the underwear she still wore. She hadn't lied. "Oh God." She moaned as he cupped her through the lace and rubbed gently. "Please Severus."

"Please what?" he chuckled softly as he watched Emily bite her lip and whimper, his hand bypassing the fabric of her underwear to find her clitoris.

Emily shuddered as the pleasure from his touch took her closer to the pinnacle they weoth oth reaching for. She couldn't stop herself from grinding her hips erotically in his lap, the feeling his hand was bringing her filling her so full of sensation that she thought she'd pop with the effort to hold it in. It was with this in mind that the next desperate words tore themselves from her throat. "Oh shit. Fuck me now."

It was a full fledged laugh that erupted from Severus Snape at his lover's extremely bad language. That's what he loved about Emily the most. Her ability to shock and amaze him at every turn never stopped. But now wasn't the time to be musing about his own personal goddess. Teasing the hell out of her seemed the most important task at the moment and quite frankly, the most amusing ESPECIALLY since she was now writhing herself so frantically on his lap, begging for release. Well he wasn't going to give it to her, not yet anyways.

She groaned as his hand suddenly left her, throbbing with unfulfilled orgasm. She was pleasantly surprised then when she felt the couch move, Severus shifting them in one fluid movement that succeeded in putting her directly under him as his mouth came down possessively upon hers.

"Take them off," she growled as their tongues dueled for dominance in her mouth.

"And just what would you be referring to?" Severus continued to kiss her, moving down her neck again until his mouth engulfed an erect nipple.

"Your clothes. TAKE THEM OFF," she groaned, desperate to feel him inside her. Two problems remained though: his clothes and her underwear. This could be easily fixed though. With another moan, she waved a hand over herself, banishing her underwear across the room and taking Severus' robes and more importantly, his pants, with them. Fortunately, Severus Snape wasn't the type to wear underwear, as his penis, now painfully hard, sprang up between them eagerly.

He chuckled softly, causing his mouth to vibrate against her now hard-as-rock nipple. "Naughty girl. So impatient. I may have to punish you for that."

"Please do," she whimpered, wrapping a leg across his back and forcing his cock to come in contact with her now dripping center.

They both groaned now as she pushed more insistently and his member went into an ian inch or so. The groan deepened as he suddenly thrust into her completely, his control shattered by the tantalizing and engulfing heat of his beloved. A shudder of pleasure went through his frame. From beneath him, Emily gasped and rolled her hips in an effort to alleviate the wonderful pressure that his cock was coiling inside her. He thrust again, successfully spiraling her higher.

Sweat was beginning to bead on their bodies. Emily knew she wasn't going to last long. And, from the way her lover was thrusting into her body, apparently neither was he.

She was whimpering and gasping quite enthusiastically into his ear now, the inner walls of her body clutching onto his hard member as she neared her climax. Severus was glad. After a week of celibacy, he would have liked to have taken her to bed for at least a day but hadn't been allowed to due to her current living arrangements and the fact that he and Emily were not ready to reveal the intimate nature of their 'friendship' to her family and friends. Thus it hadn't been a surprise when he found himself almost desperate for her touch during the brief hours they had been able to steal from her family oriented life. It was nice to know that ever der decade's younger body was as desperate for his as it was for her.

Severus felt his balls tighten as he neared the edge of what he knew was going to be a bloody fantastic orgasm and his thrusting began more forceful- the way he knew Emily liked it. From beneath him, the woman in question's panting anithiithing became more intense as she too neared the edge, falling over spectacularly with a loud and repeated moan, her passage clamping down rhythmically on her lovers straining phallus. With a groan of his own, her former potions master followed.

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Emily came back to herself slowly, her sated body waking from the light nap she had taken after screwing her lover into the stupor he was enjoying right at the moment. Unfortunately, it was on top of her and she was rapidly losing all feeling in her left arm which had somehow become lodged between the couch cushions that they currently were lying on.

"Severus," she murmured into his ear. "My arm's falling asleep."

No further explanation needed, her lover sat up slightly and extricated himself from on top of her, instead pulling her closer and shifting them so that they lay facing each other on the green couch in his quarters while simultaneously reaching up to grab the throw he kept on the top of the couch to cover them. With a sigh, she looked him straight in the eyes and smiled as he stared at her unabashedly.

"What?" she finally asked, unnerved by the way he was looking at her.

He shook his head, smirking. "Nothing."

"Well, it's obviously something, otherwise you wouldn't be looking at me as if...." she stopped, afraid to voice what she thought she saw in his eyes. Surely#ot couldn't be love. That would be too much to hope for. After all, she was madly in love with him and from the look she had just observed as he stared at her, he might be feeling the same way. She wouldn't be the first one to bring up the subject though. What if she was wrong?

Severus cleared his throat awkwardly, knowing from the look in Emily's own eyes that she knew exactly what she had seen. He didn't respond though, choosing instead to let her take the next step in the conversation.

"So," she said, feeling distinctly out of her element with the conversation. Somehow talking about her feelings had always been difficult for her. That's not to say that she didn't HAVE feelings worthy of being talked about, it was just that in her family, it was understood that any emotion she chose to voice would not be shot down in big flamey balls of embarrassment and disappointment. She couldn't ensure that the man currently lying naked under the covers next to her would show her the same courtesy despite the fact that she could honestly say that he was probably the person she trusted the most in the world. That didn't mean that she trusted him with her heart.

"So," Severus drawled, hauling her closer to him and kissing her gently.

"You had a meeting the other night?" she said, returning the kiss but deciding that some actual conversation had to occur despite the purpose Emily had originally intended.

"Yes," Severus turned somber as he remembered the Deatheaters meeting he had attended three evenings ago.

"But you're alright? No injuries this time?" she inquired anxiously, remembering how she, Willow and Poppy Pomfrey had had to nurse him back to health after the last meeting he had gone to a month ago. Indeed, Voldemort had been displeased with his latest attempt at a potion designed to induce rapid internal bleeding within the victim. Severus was still trying to come up with a potion for him and that had again been the subject for the meeting the other night.

"No," he continued, oblivious to the musings going on in his lovers head. "No injuries, just memories."

"Worse than injuries then," she murmured, tracing a finger lightly over his arm where the dark mark lay before shifting herself on the couch and laying her head down onto his chest.

"Um-hm. The potion. It didn't work," he paused, drawing her closer and putting his arm around her. "That was my fault, I added English Adder's Tongue to the mix. The expressed juice of the leaves is drunk as a treatment"�..¦"

"For internal bleeding and bruising," Emily finished for him smugly. "I did get an Outstanding on my potions NEWT you know."

"Yes, I'm aware," Severus smirked before continuing. "Anyways, it was possible that he might have put me through what I was subjected to at the last meeting, but for some reason he didn't." He paused yet again and then, neutrally, "No, we tortured Muggles instead."

Emily raised her head off his chest to give him a horrified look.

Severus droned on with his story though, oblivious to the sympathetic look now being sent his way by Emily. "And then, before we all left to dispose of the bodies, the Dark Lord decided to regale us with a tale of one of his small victories over the Order." He cleared his throat.

"What victory?" Emily furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

Severus reached down to grip Emily's chin gently, tipping it up so he could look her in the eye. "Nymphadora Tonks is now in the custody of the Death Eater's."
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