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A Nagini and Severus Tale	By : MJurjevic Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 3508 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Thirteen: The Haunted Bed and Other Dilemmas: Part Two

Summary: Unable to sleep, Severus seeks refuge in the Slytherin Common room, only to be confronted with one immediate dilemma which he has no choice but to deal with… Elsewhere in Ravenclaw Tower, Nagini, also, is having trouble falling to sleep…

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Severus tossed over on his side. He couldn’t sleep. The grating snores of his roommates caused his pulsing temples to pound achingly. The lingering residue from having witnessed Lily being touched and kissed by Potter crushed his chest. can’t breathe! Feeling suffocated in mind and body, he jumped up and grabbed his robe, quickly putting it on as he strode silently out of the dormitory room. Making his way to the Slytherin common room, he crossed to a corner and flung himself down onto a grande sofa. He wished to brood in peace in the shadows of the eternally lit fireplace and dim greenish light the dungeon perpetually emitted.

Why? Why would she let him do that to her? The truth gnawed at him, a persistent, painful comprehension which he fought against accepting. She’s accepted him as her… lover. She has chosen Potter… It was the hard truth, on a base level, along with other nauseous truths. Incensed, his frustration and insecurity increased tenfold. The merciless mulling over what James Potter had that he didn’t, tortured him. And now, the great Quidditch hero, Saint Potter, wants to get inside her knickers? Severus face burned. And she’ll let him?

It was too much for him to hold in. "No!" he cried out. He scrunched his eyes tight and took deep breaths. Suddenly, he froze.

Someone else had entered the common room.

He wouldn’t usually have cared; it wasn’t the first time he had sought refuge in the common room when unable to sleep, nor the first time his solitude had been interrupted. But it has to be around 3.00 in the bloody morning! Tonight was a night he particularly wished to be alone with his thoughts. With his pain.

The figure stopped, paused, and then slowly walked towards him. As it neared, he recognized the feminine form. As she drew even closer, he recognized the witch. Bellatrix!

"Well, well, what have we here?" she whispered softly.

Severus’ onyx eyes glittered, the gleams from the dancing flames of the burning embers of the fireplace reflected in them; but then, Bella halted, her curvaceous figure silhouetted, casting a shadow upon Snape.

Fuck! I forgot my wand! Before he could nonverbally Accio for it, in a flash, Bellatrix had fluidly flicked her wand, placing an Invisibility Shield and Silencing charm around them.

Neither spoke as she languidly crossed over and lowered herself beside him in a sinuously, yet—Severus could not negate—alluring manner. He had always prided himself on deflecting Bellatrix’s licentious behaviour, but he could not deny that he was well aware of what indulgent pleasure it promised. It was her voracious and precocious sexual behaviour which always threw him off, challenging him, and the only way he could counter her volatile energy was to withdraw from and shun her. She was everything Lily was not.

And yet, he was keenly aware that the eldest Black sister’s voracious sexual energy was tied in with her powerful, Dark magical powers. Or so, Bella proclaimed; every chance she could. Is there just magic, and only the wizard or witch determines its darkness? Rather, its darker usage? asked the curious young wizard to himself as she drew nearer. So many times the exultations of a wizard’s sexual energy being equal to his abilities were droned into Severus by his mates. Is that what Potter has? The mad thought flitted through his mind. Is that what Lily is drawn to?

He could not quite fathom, nor accept this, but perhaps… His first full sexual experience had been with Guinevere Rookwood just this last Halloween’s festivities. An impromptu party had been given at Hogwarts for the sixth and seventh years. The liberating event had left mixed marks on his psyche. He had lain and the eager witch had ridden him, completely in control. He didn’t complain, nor regret it; the experience was eye-opening and whetted his appetite, feeling physically empowered. Sexually empowered. And, consequently, he felt more self-assured around the more perverse of his Slytherin mates, understanding their weaknesses from his own experience.

Nevertheless, a large void still remained within him; the gap of loneliness in his life became even more pronounced. The emptiness of the physical act of copulation had not eased his longing for a fuller union with another: completeness. Something more than just the functions and needs of the body. It had only keenly emphasized the large hole of longing for something which remained forever, frustratingly, elusive. But, with the right person it could be filled and fulfilled: with Lily… He believed he would be made whole by her. Now that he had gained some basic, practical experience, he had pledged to save himself for her and her alone.

But, like a sinister dream of dark yearning, Bellatrix stood before him. His pubescent hormones pumped furiously in his veins, clashing with his defence of disdain that he usually shielded himself with against her. In the surreal ambience, her salacious energy exuded forth, catching his dubious and curious attention. She’s incredible. Indescribable… Lucius’ words echoed in his thoughts. But Severus’ reason bolted forward, reminding him of another private oath he’d sworn to himself, Nothing is worth Bellatrix’ favours…

Feeling his resolution wavering for the slightest second, torn between tasting that which he had chosen to deny himself, that which he prided himself on abstaining from, Severus started to rise.

"Always so afraid."

He stopped.

"Always so <i>cowardly</i> around me… Why is that, Sevy?"

Severus turned to her, his fathomless eyes boring into hers.

"The Dark Lord knows this about you. He knows it’s a weakness of yours… your peculiar sensibilities regarding the fairer sex."

Severus huffed. It wasn’t the first time Bellatrix had boasted and endowed herself to speak on behalf of the Dark Lord. But it was the first time she had spoken so unaffectedly. There was none of the mad mockery or goading which usually accompanied her addresses. Unaccustomed to her unusual normalcy, he sat back and waited. What is it that she wants of me? Even as this thought occurred, he saw her lick her lips and cock her head, curious.

"Why are you afraid of me, Snape?"

Severus blinked, thoughtfully. He was treading in dangerous waters and needed to wade very carefully. His eyes flickered over her deceiving, attractive features: her wavy raven hair flowing down, her opened robe revealing an enticing décote. Her full red lips. But her otherwise classic beauty was mocked by her vulgar, unstable aura. So opposite to what he usually found attractive. For even though Lily was perfection incarnate, a category all unto herself, which no witch could or would ever compare, Severus had an appreciative eye of the female form. He did not deny that. Rather, he prided himself on his control, prided himself on being above the others and their follies, not indulging in the weaknesses of other wizards.

Even now, gazing at the unpredictable, sultry Bellatrix, he momentarily mused on how it had always astounded him how different the elder Black was to her fairer sister, Narcissa. For a fleeting moment, his thoughts wandered further, and it struck him curiously odd how even the Malfoy witch, Nagini, in her demeanour was more kindred to Narcissa than Black’s own flesh and blood: Bella.

Narcissa and Nagini are attractive, but not in the obvious way… His eyes lingered a moment too long on Bella’s breast as she loosened the outer robe of her nightgown. That Bella is explicit in her needs… deliciously indecent, that is…

Seeing her challenging stance, he gritted his teeth. I will not back down from you, witch!

Holding firmly Bellatrix’s gaze, he answered smoothly, "It is not fear; it is out of respect."

Marvelling, Bella’s eyes shined, and she challenged him, "Respect for what?"

"Respect for you, Bellatrix. Respect for your fiancé; you’ll be taking your wedding vows soon."

Bella let out a high-pitched laugh. "Oh, that is utterly amusing!" Then, her demeanour changed, and the familiar, dangerous scowl that Severus was used to slowly crept on her face. "What’s the real reason?" Bella leaned closer. Childlike, she pouted, "Why do you reject me?" Severus felt her hand on his thigh. He made to grab her wrist just as her hand grazed and pressed firmly over his member. In silence, they held each other’s gaze while she firmly rubbed him up and down. "So afraid," she whispered again, "Your mind is resistant, but your body…" she tightly grasped his tented, hardened cock, "your body is not."

As the seconds blurred by, it became harder and harder for him to concentrate. His keen libido awoke with a vengeance and, holding Bella’s gaze, he acknowledged that this time he would not deflect her daring candidness and bold actions. His muscles clenched, involuntary tightening up throughout his body, the pressure in his veins building up, intensely needing release as Bella’s expertise administrations captured him within their pleasurable powers.

"Do you feel pain?" she whispered in his ear, her hot breath tingled. His closed, tightened eyelids contracted as she pinched his cock’s tip through the cloth. "I heard your cry, Severus. I can help you with your pain… It’ll be our little secret. Let me ease your pain," she murmured hypnotically. Her apt hand had found its way inside his underpants, stroking his burning flesh. "Let me help you unleash your deep, buried powers." Severus had shut his eyes in conflict; the pleasure centre of his brain was taken over by sensuous, psychoactive release. It was true; her stimulus was so much more powerful than anything he had known. He felt her lips on his cock’s tip and forgot all else. As she took him deeper in her mouth, he knew not what his name was, but only felt her incredible oral skills pleasuring him.

Her own arousal from sucking him off grew wild and, before he knew it, Bellatrix had released his cock from her mouth and climbed over his lap, straddling him. She raised herself up, positioning her entrance and, boldly grasping and holding, guided his manhood to her opening. She thrust herself down upon him, crying out in pleasure. As she rocked forward, undulating tautly, she dared him to meet her lips.

Severus turned his head away from her, refusing the contact, even while their bodies simultaneously rammed together in growing syncopated fucking.

No, I will not be intimate with you that way… but I will fuck you to my fullest ability, Miss Black! With that decision, he continued to thrust hard upwards, grabbing and locking her curvaceous hips clenched against him, feeling her gasp and mewl, both grinding pelvic bone to pelvic bone.

Bellatrix eyes clenched tight; her face distorted in euphoric ecstasy as she came. Ecstatically whimpering, she slowly began to rock and sway again, more intensely. The sight of her abandoned wanton lust took his breath away. Her rocking increased. The friction of her velvety wetness, mixed with the slippery cum, caused Bella’s movements to slide and jerk sporadically until she cried out loud again; her head thrown back and fingers sunk into his skin as she clutched him as if for dear life.

Her vaginal muscles flexed tightly around his cock in spasm. Severus groaned out, clenching his teeth as he came; she was squeezing every drop out of him. Suddenly, Bella collapsed on his chest, gasping hard, her head momentarily resting on his shoulder. She still held his spent member tight within her. Time ticked by with only the sounds of their arrhythmic breathing. Abruptly, her vaginal muscles pushed his cock out, and she slowly rolled off him, gathering her robe around her. Shivering, she stood up and flicked her wand, walking away without looking back or further ado.

Pulling his pajamas up, tying his robe closed, Severus watched her disappear into the direction of the girls’ dormitory.

He sighed, not knowing what the next day would bring, what further dilemma he had brought upon himself giving into Bellatrix, but he shrewdly thought, Come what may, I’ll turn anything Bella throws at me to my advantage. She’s only weakened herself by pursuing me this way in this little game she is playing.

For Severus’ caustic astuteness, from years and years of Slytherin ‘use or be used’ diatribe, could not help but plan ahead various strategies to counter against any backlash of what had just occurred. Bella never does anything without a reason, to gain an advantage for herself. If she’d wanted just a quick shag, her dear fiancé could’ve serviced her… just to wait and see how she plans to use me, this little indiscretion, and then, I’ll show her; I’m not her fool…He smirked confidently. At the least, my headache has disappeared.

And with that, he returned to the snoring of his roommates, where he took his wand, cast a Silencing Charm and, unable to shake the residue fully of having had some sexual release, proceeded to envision how he would one day make love to Lily. Properly. I’ll be the perfect lover… she’ll desire only me…

Before drifting to sleep, his thoughts had changed to dwell on the upcoming private meeting with her on Thursday. Realising it had to be perfect, from his first utterance of a greeting to his declaration of amatory love for her, he began to practise and subvocalise variants of responses and replies. And with this monotonous script of wooing Lily, playing on his mind, Severus fell into a deep sleep.

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Vulnera Sanentur… Vulnera Sanentur… sana haec vulnera… sana hoc corpus…

Nagini woke up in a sweat. The chant of Healing spells and soft murmurings echoed in her drowsy dullness, along with the compelling voice, beckoning her, lingering, unshakeable. She struggled, through her heavy sluggishness, to surface from the muddling notions in her mind. The strange dreams, wispy images, combined with powerful, emotional reactions, caused her to stare upwards, not fully realizing where she was, lost in a haze.

She blinked, confused. As she gazed up through the gauze-like fabric draped directly over her bed between the four bed posts, she could see clearly, through the transparent cloth, the constellations of the heavens adorning the room’s ceiling.

Capricornus twinkled above her.

The scent of cinnamon oil surrounded her, luring her into a dreamy softness, but she was not alone. A dark angel encompassed her, and she could feel his wings folding around her, enwrapping their bodies, molding them together. She felt his lips slowly brushing across her neck, covering her scars with his marks of passion, the heat of his kisses tingling throughout her body. His administrations began to lower and his fingertips brushed over the curves of her undulating form.

Rolling over on her side, she felt the lethargic fullness that accompanies the middle of the night weighing down upon her. Everything was so still; uncontrollably, her quiescence was disturbed, the impact of fitful slumber diverted her attempts for quiet restfulness: for his image kept reappearing.



Unable to resist the raven-haired presence, wishing to fully give herself to this dream-like sensation, she could not ignore the actual, dull burning which had coursed through her, a heaviness now settling between her legs. The residue of him pressing her into the mattress, their bodies molding as one, and his touch arousing her as she had never experienced before, occurred. Unknown sensations had erupted forth. "O," she softly moaned out as her fingers explored searchingly between her legs, as if they were his, stroking and rubbing her sex. Thankful that the medieval canopy bed had curtains, completely enclosing it, ensuring warmth and privacy, and hid her actions. An unknown abandonment washed over her, and she continued to explore and stimulate her folds and centre, discovering her clitoris, until her toes curled, and she whispered, in orgasmic relief, "Severus!"

Awaken in arousal, she breathed deeply and gazed once again at the changing constellations above her, pondering the now vivid memories of her dreams. But the more she lay, trying to make sense of them, the more perplexed she became. The fragrance of the cinnamon scented salve, the chanting of healing spells, the sense memory of being touched, hearing his low, caressing voice, and his face, the young wizard she barely knew, Severus Snape, she kept experiencing again and again.

She sighed in frustration.

The haunted bed? More like a bed of torment… Severus’ image stayed with her, refusing to disappear, so her hands found their way to her sex… again. A bed of tormented desire… But as her fingers touched her sensitive nub, ready for further release, the feeling was too pleasurable for Nagini to feel ashamed of, to retract from, and she started, slower this time, savouring the sensation, to stimulate herself once more. He’ll never know; we’re not in the same House. I’ll hardly have to even see him ever… no one’ll ever know. She increased her friction, allowing the delicious intense pleasure to flow through her in mounting waves. It’ll be my secret and mine alone that I fancy him—

As she came again, she saw with flushed delight that the constellations had changed again. Horologium now shone above. Slowly, her eyelids grew heavier and heavier. As she fell into sweet slumber, the stars changed to Ophiucus, the serpent holder, but Nagini was already in deep sleep, unaware of this dubious auger of the heavens.

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A/N: Greatest appreciation to the very wonderful, and very busy, emdramaqueen for beta reading and supporting my lemons — a lady of many talents!
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