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Un Désire Dangereux COMPLETE	By : FemmeBono Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 3852 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Whew! Long chapter, but hopefully worth it. Here goes...
XII. Unbreakable Bonds
As it happened, Dumbledore declared that Vivienne's time to join up would be
during the Christmas holidays. In his increasing discomfort at staying alone
with Kreacher, despite everyone else going in and out, Sirius had extended an
invitation to stay for the holidays to any Order members who could attend.
Dumbledore, in his desire to cheer up Sirius, suggested that Vivienne's
induction be held on Christmas Eve and as such, could be celebrated with the
holiday. Harry would be spending the break with his god-father, and Remus and
Tonks as well decided they would stay for the week after Christmas. Severus, who
could not be persuaded to spend that much time in Black's presence, suggested
that he and Vivienne enjoy some much-needed time alone together at Hogwarts both
before and after her induction. Finding Vivienne agreeable, he spent the first
few weeks of December planning. She still ended her nightly patrols by stopping
off at his quarters or his office for a word, and a bedtime kiss or more. One
particularly frosty day she actually had some time off and wound her way through
the dungeons to spend some quality time with her favorite professor. Yet as she
rounded the corner to the hall leading past the classrooms, she heard raised
voices and quickened her steps.

Advancing on the students scuffling in the halls, she saw one of the Malfoy
boy's chubby friends restraining a round-faced Gryffindor while the other oaf
raised his wand.

"Let me go!" cried the Gryffindor, wincing in pain as the brute
simply tightened his grip.

"Now you'll get it you dirty mudblood loving ponce!" sneered the
wand-bearer.

"Both of you stop it at once!" bellowed Vivienne, drawing up to
them at last. "The three of you off with me to Professeur Snape's
offices! NOW!" she snapped, brandishing her own wand. The two portly
Slytherins complied, remembering all too well how good she was with a wand.

No longer bothering to knock, Vivienne swept straight into Severus' office
with the boys in tow only to find him stirring a simmering concoction that
smelled faintly of cinnamon. At first he barely spared her a glance, until he
noticed their company and then drew a resigned breath.

"Professeur," she began, "I caught these two in the
hallway just now ganging up on the littler one." She indicated Crabbe and
Goyle as Neville stood, hanging his head.

"Is that so?" he questioned the boys, his eyes glittering
menacingly.

"Yes sir," they answered, having the good grace at least to duck
their heads.

"Very well, 20 points apiece for you Crabbe and you Goyle...and you both
can head straightaway upstairs to Madame Pomfrey to see what time she wants you
this week for cleaning out the chamber pots, sans magic." At this,
both boys pulled disgusted faces and mumbled a "yes sir" before
hurrying out the door and leaving the third boy still gazing at his shoes.

"So, Longbottom," Severus said, crossing his arms. "What were
you doing down here in the Slytherin corridor?"

"L-l-looking for P-professor Slughorn, s-sir," stammered
Longbottom.

"How is it that they managed to accost you? Why did you not avoid
them?" questioned Severus accusingly.

"...came up behind me," the boy mumbled barely audibly. He was
clearly more frightened of Severus than either of the other boys.

"If you don't mind, Severus," Vivienne spoke up, alarmed at his
reaction. "When I came around the corner, one was restraining him while the
other raised his wand. Clearly they were ganging up on him. This wasn't his
fault."

Severus looked extremely nonplussed at this, but clasping his hands behind
his back said to Longbottom, "very well, you may go. But mind yourself in
future around darkened corridors and perhaps keep your communications with
teachers either during class or office hours. Now off with you."

"Yes, sir," whispered the nervous boy before turning and nearly
running out the door.

"Severus Snape!" she said, placing hands on hips in sheer
wonderment. "I cannot believe you did that. Have you no compassion? Clearly
they were picking on him. Those two great puddings barely got off with a verbal
swatting thanks to you! What does that teach them, I wonder?"

"Teaches them to be less blatant about it, most like," he growled,
"but Longbottom, on the other hand, it teaches him to stand up for himself
instead of sniveling like a coward. Brave Gryffindor, that one." His voice
fairly dripped with sarcasm.

"The oh-so-English stiff upper lip, is it?" she said
jeeringly.

"Well I won't be mollycoddling him, woman! What do you want? Me to hand
him a tissue and pat his head? He should learn to take his lumps, or else give
back as good as he gets."

"So why don't you teach him then?"

"Me? Teach what?"

"Teach him--show him--how to stand up to bullies."

"Are you mad? He's not even in my house."

"What difference does that make? It did not stop you from trying to
teach him a stiff upper in the roundabout way. What's wrong with direct? My dad
did that with me. My understanding is Longbottom does not have one of
those."

"Your dad did what?" he asked, eyeing her dubiously.

"He taught me to fight off bullies. To stand up for myself."

"And why would he need to do that?"

Vivienne simply rolled her eyes, fisting a hand on her hip. "Because obviously
I was getting bullied and he did not believe in tissues either."

"But you're a girl--" he began, only to be cut off by Vivienne's
mocking laugh.

"And so do you think that stops them? Just a gender difference? You have
a ghost holed up in your lavatory because of bullies 50 years back. I assure you
things like that do not change for centuries, in other countries, or with other
genders."

"Moaning Myrtle notwithstanding, I was not aware of this. What happened
to you, if I might ask?"

"Well, when I first came to Beauxbatons, I was already well...developed,
I suppose you would say," she began. "Most of the boys at that time
simply thought it was funny and they would gang up on me in the halls, at times
when teachers were not around, whenever they saw me. The girls started rumors,
jealously of course, that I was already doing things no eleven year-old
should... I owled my mother I know not how many times that year, begging her to
allow me to come back home or go to another school."

"In the end, close to Christmas holidays, a professeur came upon
me in a restroom there, a group of boys surrounding me and picking incessantly.
These though were different... They were a bit older and knew what they were
about, so their taunts were much more hurtful and frightening. They, erm...did
disgusting vile things, like pinching my nipples they said to see if they were
real or I was just stuffing my bras, they spat on me."

She trailed off at a sound of disgust from Severus, effectively breaking her
out of her reverie.

"So naturally, they were all rounded up and sent to the Headmaster with
me in tow, punished soundly with whippings since they used the cane back then.
The Headmaster wrote their parents, gave them abysmal detentions, and wrote my
parents as well suggesting that they help me out in some way. My mother of
course had no idea what to do and entreated my father finally to help. And he
did," she finished, smiling.

"What did he do?" Severus asked hesitatingly.

"As soon as Christmas holidays started, he took me out in the yard
straightaway and taught me any number of hexes, not to mention a brilliant right
hook," she said fondly, "and had me out there practicing with him
daily until I bloodied his lip. It was then he deemed me ready for the next
term. He told me the first boy who acted unseemly, I should take him and make an
example of before everyone, which I did. Naturally I got my own whipping and a
round of detentions, but it was well worth it, I think. None of them ever
bothered me again. I even managed to make a few female friends by the end of the
year. By the time the boys started coming back around, they were much more
polite and the other girls had grown into themselves, so I wasn't treated like a
freak."

"You could never be a freak," he said, his face hardening.

"No, but then, an eleven year-old girl doesn't know any better does she?
Children's esteem has to be fostered, as my father did, by showing me how to
stand up for myself. That is why I now have the opinion that I do of bullies and
those bullied by them. There are always people who would pick on those weaker,
so there always must be those who stand up for them and help them to fight. My
father taught me that. He was an Auror as well, and that was his policy. That is
how he views dark wizards, as great bullies who must be taken down a peg or
two."

"So I take it you never had to suffer the torment of bullying," she
reasoned, cocking her head to look up at him.

"On the contrary, had I not known as many hexes when I came to school, I
would have been at the utter mercy of Black, Lupin and the blighted Potter. I
cannot count how frequently they ganged up on me as it were. In the loos, on the
grounds, wherever... Potter, the great prize idiot had me swinging from the air
once and would have had my trousers at my ankles if Professor Kettleburn hadn't
come along."

"You're joking," Vivienne said, revolted. "What unmitigated
asses." With that, she linked her arms around his neck and nuzzled him
there.

"Well I'm hardly a child now. It doesn't matter anymore." he said,
yet wrapping his arms around her and drawing her in at the same time.

"Of course it does. There is always that wounded child within, who wants
someone to soothe as well as teach strength. My mother was the soft one and
'mollycoddled', I think you called it. Children need both, I believe. So
there," she said kissing his chest, right over his heart. "For all
those hurts you didn't get kissed away, right where you're tenderest." She
giggled. "Is that the word? 'Tenderest'?"

"No," he said smiling slightly, "but I understand your
meaning." And though he was loathe to admit it, he did feel somewhat
better.

***

With the lack of students and teachers over Christmas holidays, the Ministry
deemed it admissible for only one Auror to stay behind. This suited perfectly
with Tonks and Vivienne, as Tonks preferred to spend her holiday at Grimmauld
Place with Lupin and Black. Vivienne, on the other hand, escorted Severus to her
rooms nightly, as they were much warmer than the dungeons. During the days she
went light on her rounds before heading to the kitchens for some baking. The
house elves crowded around and watched as she baked what she called la bûche
de Noël, or Yule Log, made with chocolate and chestnuts, only to stop in
the next couple of days and bake custard and apple mini tarts and buttery
croissants. Thus it was that on Christmas Eve she packed two heavy picnic
baskets full, one with the Yule Log and croissants, one with the tarts, and
topped it off with a bag full of chocolate biscuits, two bottles of Muscat, and
two rounds of Le Brin cheeses. Levitating the baskets and bottles up the stairs,
she met Dumbledore and Severus in the office waiting to Floo in to Headquarters,
Minerva and Hagrid having already gone ahead.

"Oh my! It smells wonderful whatever it is," said Dumbledore,
sniffing appreciatively.

"So this is what you've been up to," said Severus, before he
realized what he had just admitted. He spared a glance at Dumbledore, who was
busily digging out a small pot of Floo powder and did not seem to notice that
his Defense teacher had apparently been spending time with the Auror.

"Well, we're ready, Ms. Dulac. If you like I shall take one of these
delightfully fragrant baskets. Severus, if you'll take the other, we shall be on
our way," he said, throwing a handful on the fire and stepping through.
Vivienne followed suit, as did Severus, who took the other basket in one hand
and the bag of biscuits in the other. A moment later, they stepped out of the
flue in the kitchen at Grimmauld Place to be greeted by Black, standing by the
table expectantly.

"Happy Christmas, Snivellus," smirked Sirius.

"Happy Christmas there, mangy one," he said tossing the bag of
biscuits onto the table. "Doggy bag?"

"Don't either of you two start that, or I'll smack both your heads
together," Vivienne said, taking Severus' arm and eyeing them both
pointedly. "Better yet, put something in your mouths, both of you."
And with that, she settled

the two baskets on the table between them. Severus, discerning which
basket held the tarts, snatched two of them greedily, before following Vivienne
over to Molly who was busy setting out mince pies and cutting up slices to place
on plates.

"Allow me, Molly to take some of that off your hands," he said
bowing slightly and taking a plate she offered.

"Happy Christmas, Severus," she said, smiling widely. "Aren't
you in a good mood?"

"Must be the weather," he said smugly, cupping Vivienne's elbow as
she took a plate and steering her over to the opposite end of the table from
Sirius. At that point, Hagrid ducked through the doorway, followed by Minerva
who embraced Vivienne, Severus, and Dumbledore wishing them a happy Christmas,
then the Weasley twins, who smelled the food and came to beg. A few minutes
later, the kitchen was crowded as Harry, Ron, Ginny and Hermione came downstairs
and Tonks and Lupin showed up from the entryway with more drinks and cups.
Severus and Sirius summoned extra chairs from elsewhere in the house and when
Arthur finally showed up from the Ministry, pies, pastries and the like were all
set out and devoured within an hour. Compliments floated all around for both
Molly and Vivienne, as everyone was happily filled and sated. All too soon
though, the candles they had lit burned low and before everyone's eyelids
drooped too heavily, Dumbledore cleared his throat and rose, signaling the end
of festivities and time for business.

"Now as we wish our younger members good night, I propose a toast,
before we get on to the matter at hand with regard to Vivienne's induction and
the need for reinforcements to take back our world from the brink of
destruction."

"To the end of this all," said Dumbledore forcefully.

"To the end," they toasted, clinking glasses.

"And now, I bid you all good night and pleasant dreams... and may
Crookshanks have eaten all of your Extendable Ears," he said, smiling
merrily as he waved the four youngest out the door. As soon as Ginny exited the
room, he cast a silencing charm over the door and turned to face the adults,
still seated.

"There, for our first order of business, my dear, if you would join
hands with me," Dumbledore said, beckoning to Vivienne, who stepped over
and seated herself next to him, linking her hand with his and meeting his solemn
gaze. "Severus, if you would be so kind as to be our Bonder. We will, for
your induction, ask you to make the Unbreakable Vow."

Vivienne nodded. Though unexpected, it was perfectly understandable.
"Very well."

"Excellent," he said, as Severus stepped forward and drew his wand,
touching its tip to their linked hands.

"Vivienne Dulac, do you swear as a newly inducted member of the Order of
the Phoenix to keep the secrets, plans and information discussed within these
walls and with the other members?"

"I do." The first fiery strand of flame enveloped their hands,
winding around them to the wrist as it joined them.

"Do you promise to keep secret the whereabouts of this Headquarters and
the whereabouts of Order members at any given time?"

"I do." A second red flame snaked out of Severus' wand to bind
their hands.

"And do you promise to endeavor to keep the members, as well as Mugglekind and the Wizarding
world safe from those who would work as members of Lord Voldemort's
sympathizers?"

"I do." And the third thread of light swirled around their joined
hands, linking them and branding her as a member.

"Very well, my dear, I congratulate you as a newly established member of
this very secret order," he said smiling as he rose again amid clapping and
cheers from the other members.

***

Once they were happily ensconced back at Hogwarts, Severus and Vivienne
wasted no time in getting into their own festivities. As soon as they reached
her room, he spun around, flattening her against the door and crushing his mouth
to hers until she whimpered longingly. "Happy Christmas, Severus," she
whispered against him as his hands came up to cup her breasts before sweeping
down to clasp onto her ample rump. He pressed his hardness into her,
groaning.

"Oh but wait, I have a sort of...early present for you," he
whispered into her ear. And wrenching himself away, he stepped through the flue
before returning a moment later with a small bottle of a reddish liquid. She
thought fleetingly of his own presents, a bottle of her favorite eau de cologne
and a tin of strawberry tarts she had made him in all her Christmas baking. Then
she remembered the one she was wearing and smiled, knowing he would unwrap it
soon.

"What is this?" she said as he placed it on the bedside
table.

"That, my pet, is for later," he said, unbuttoning his cuffs and
sliding the frock coat down his shoulders before laying it on the chair. As she
watched, Vivienne was seized with the desire to start peeling off her own
layers.

"I have something for you too," she smiled coyly, reaching back for
the zipper on her dress. As the simple black sheath slid to the floor, she had
the satisfaction of seeing Severus slack-jawed as he took in the sight of her
standing in a midriff baring peach-toned bustier and matching thong. The color,
complemented by the firelight set her hair to flame and made the blue of her
eyes much more striking. Still wearing her heels, she stepped over to him as he
stood silently, his hand frozen at his belt buckle. Removing his hand she set to
work herself as he backed to the bed. This time it was his knees that buckled as
he fell, still dumbstruck at the sight of her as she stroked his chest and
pulled his pants down from his bare feet. Smiling still, Vivienne stroked him
once through his pants, cupping him for a moment as he let out a rapturous
groan. Catching her at the waist, he flipped her over and raked his gaze down
her body.

"God but you are a beautiful sight," he said mesmerized, as his
hands stroked up and down her curves. Leaning in, he brought his mouth to hers,
a slow melding of lips, sliding of tongues lapping lazily against each other. He
pulled back, only an inch or so, before brushing lightly across her again, then
dipping down to the hollow at her throat to suckle there. His hands stroked
lower, straight to her hips as he ground himself fully against her and yanked
the knickers down and freeing himself as well. Taking one hand on either of her
legs he shoved them upwards, bending her knees and lowering his mouth to her
nether lips, flicking his tongue across her labia and suckling at the moistness
even as she sucked in a breath and let it out on a moan. "Ohhhh
Severus...yes," she sighed. He turned his attention to her inner thigh,
nipping and sucking against it as if she were one of the custard tarts, another
delicacy to sate his palate. Abruptly, he left off to slide up and grab the
bottle, uncorking it with his teeth, and pouring a smidgen on his palm, then
rubbing his hands together. Again, Vivienne noticed a slight smell of cinnamon.

"So that's what you were brewing that day," she laughed. "What
a naughty potions master. What is it?"

"A warming lubricant," he answered with a coy smile, then dipped
two fingers between her legs and smiled brazenly. "Just wait for it."
And with that, he began stroking in wide circles around her opening, dipping his
fingers in and out, around again as the lubrication did its work. A simmering
heat bloomed inside her and all over her sex where he spread the oil against her
skin and she stifled another whimper as she longed for him to place his hands
there again. He slid his hands under her, unhooking the bustier and tossing it
aside, then brought his oiled fingers to her nipples, circling them with another
drop of liquid before blowing them softly. "Mmmmm..." she moaned as
her toes curled. Not to be undone just yet by her obvious arousal, Severus
poured another dollop of oil on his palm and stroked lazily against his
throbbing erection as he watched her start to writhe. "Severus,
please," she begged, tracing one hand over her breast as the other began
sliding in and out of her wetness. Watching her pleasure herself and
unbelievably turned on by the spectacle, Severus kneeled between her legs as her
movements became more frantic. Sliding his hands once again up her thighs, he
cupped her bottom as she brought her feet to his shoulders. He brushed the tip
of his shaft against the now swollen opening and poised himself there before
slowly, deeply thrusting all the way in. "Oh merde! Mon dieu!
Yes!" she groaned, arching up her hips as he pulled all the way out,
stabbing again as she lifted her hips to meet his. Deep, deeper he thrust as she
ground against him, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples while he watched
completely immersed in her arousal at his ministrations. Pumping harder, faster,
he swept them both up in a storm of half-gasped urgings and mangled cries as
their blood sung, pulsing through her inner walls and his shaft, harder he
pushed as she met him bucking, clamping her muscles around him and thrusting for
all she had as they both felt they would rend in two, before they flew free in a
blinding rush and he felt the tightening, then the snap of their control, lost
completely, that left them shaken, panting.

Fully drained, Severus stayed inside her for a moment, as he lowered his
mouth to her breasts, flicking a thumb over one even as he took the other in his
mouth. Vivienne clasped a hand over his head as she wrapped her legs around his
waist. After a moment he rose up, resting on one arm and looked down at her, his
dark eyes pools of India ink.

"It is truly a fortunate thing that tonight is one of the longest of the
year," he said, knowing that together they would greet the dawn.
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