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Secretly Slytherin	By : Veresna Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 12269 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 17: Into the Woods
Helena shivered involuntarily as she pulled her cloak tightly around her. Though the sky had looked threatening all day long, not a single drop of rain had fallen. But, she doubted that the storm would hold off for too much longer. She hurried down the path that was barely visible in the long, untended grass.
"Damn, does he really have to meet me here?" she groused. Part of her was completely convinced that the only reason he was insisting upon the Forest as their rendezvous point was because she was clearly uncomfortable with the place. "Just another one of the little ways that proves his dominance over me, I suppose," she thought to herself. And then she shrugged. Well, that was hardly the only thing bothering at this moment, but it was the nearest at hand, she supposed.
She was nearing the edge of the Forest. She stared through the dim light and tried to make out his dark form against the background of the trees massed closely together. She felt a brief shiver of fear and cold run through her, and knew that it was not physical in origin. She stopped, unwilling to proceed any further by herself and squinted again into the darkness, this time scanning the horizon from the Forest to Hogwarts and back again, determined that if he didn’t show himself soon, she would forget the whole thing. Then she heard a sharp whistle come from the area of the edge of the Forest.
She hesitated, then took a few steps forward.
"Se--" She caught herself just in time. "Who’s there?" she whispered. No need to call out, ‘Severus’ or even ‘Professor Snape’, she reasoned. If it was him, he’d identify himself. If not, no need to let whoever it was wonder why she was calling out the name of Hogwarts’ Potions Master.
"You’re late!"
She smiled. No mistaking that voice. Or that tone of extreme displeasure
"Sorry," she replied, as she strode towards the area from where his voice had spoken. "The party dragged on forever. And then Dumbledore insisted that my family and I join him in eating a full dinner in his office on top of all those hors d'oeuvres. And then, when I got back to the dorm-"
She stopped. She had walked several feet beyond the perimeter of the forest now, but she could see no sign of him. She hesitated just a moment before pulling her wand out of her cloak pocket. "Where are you?"
The next thing she knew, she heard his voice shout. "Expelliarmus!" And she felt herself being blasted into the air, her wand arcing up and away out of her hands. She landed a few feet away, the force of the impact softened somewhat by the large patch of moss upon which she fell. She looked up to see Severus striding towards her, his long black cloak billowing out behind him. His wand was in his right hand, and hers was in his left.
"What the hell did you do that for?" she complained.
He drew up one eyebrow and regarded her with mocking disdain. "Really, Miss Harrison, I would think you, of all people, would be more on your guard when entering the Forbidden Forest."
She snorted, ignoring the hand that he had belatedly stretched out towards her to help her up.
"Thanks, I’ll remember that," she grunted, as she struggled up to her feet.
"Sounds like a warning," he noted, handing her wand back to her.
"It is," she replied. In fact, she would have retaliated immediately, but he was holding his own wand out in a defensive position, and she doubted she would be able to disarm him at the moment. She took her wand back in her right hand and rubbed her rather sore and bruised backside with her left.
"I did think about coming up from behind you and giving you a kiss," he protested. "But, since you had your wand at the ready, I thought it was wiser to disarm you first."
Before she could think of a reply, he reached out his arms and pulled her to him, his warm lips closing over her protesting mouth. To her amusement, she also noted that he was also careful to make sure that his left hand closed around her right hand, holding her wand pointed down and away from him. After a moment, she allowed herself to relax and respond to the kiss, bringing up her left hand to pull his head down closer to her, threading her fingers through his long, black hair. Then a sound reverberated above their hands, and she drew back, startled.
"Just an owl," he whispered. "You of all people should be used to that sound."
She laughed self-consciously. "Yes, they are all around the grounds aren’t they? Not just delivering mail."
He leaned down and gave her another light, small kiss before releasing her. "Which is why you should be anxious to complete your transfiguration. I’m sure that no one will notice one more little owl flitting about the grounds," he teased. "Even if it is flying into my rooms."
A flash of lightning suddenly shot through the sky, throwing a hot white light upon their figures and the surrounding foliage for a moment, making the shadows seem even deeper and darker after it flickered away.
"So, what do I do?" she asked.
"Put your wand back in your pocket," he ordered.
She gulped, and hesitated for a moment.
"I am quite capable of protecting you," he assured her.
She nodded and reluctantly placed her wand back in her pocket.
"Oh," he interjected, pulling something out of his own pocket. "I suppose we should make sure that you drink this first before it gets too late."
Helena squinted at the bottle in his hand.
"The contraceptive potion," he explained.
"But," she hesitated. "Will I still be protected by it even after I turn into an owl?"
The lightning flashed again and she saw a look of suspicion on his face.
"Well, I mean," she continued. "I just want to make sure that my turning into an owl and back to a human form again won’t ruin its effectiveness. We are going to have sex again later, aren’t we?" she added hopefully.
He started to laugh.
"Aren’t we?" she asked again, perplexed.
His laughter increased, to the point where he handed the bottle over to her and leaned against a tree for a moment, struggling to control himself.
"Yes, I certainly hope we are," he replied. "Forgive me, when you first asked the question, for some reason I thought that you were asking if the potion was going to remain effective while you were in owl form. I suddenly had the image of you following that owl that just passed overhead and propositioning it."
She found herself laughing as well. "Sure, first I’m not allowed to let another man touch me. Now, I’m supposed to be so horny that I’m trying to get laid by a bird. Although, it would be interesting, I suppose." There was a touch of curiosity in her voice.
"No!" he protested. "I can not guarantee it effectiveness as an avian contraceptive. So, unless you are eager to experience the sensation of laying an egg, I suggest you not press your luck."
"Think an owl and a swan could ‘get it on’?" she asked.
He laughed. "Perhaps we shall explore that intriguing possibility someday, but for now-just drink the potion please."
"Yes, Professor," she replied, meekly. She swallowed the liquid; it was as bitter as before, but it was slightly salty and the texture was thicker than she remembered. "It’s good for a week, right?"
"Correct," he responded. "Although, I have changed the formulation."
"I thought it was a little different," she admitted. "What did you change?"
"I personalized it," he replied.
"Meaning?"
"Meaning that it now is only effective against my sperm. So, if you are unfaithful to me, it will be ineffective in preventing pregnancy."
She stared at him. "You are just so trusting aren’t you?" she protested. Then she ran her tongue around the inside of her mouth. "What exactly did you add to this?" she asked, suspiciously.
He smirked at her and crossed his arms. "Well, something rather akin to ‘hair of the dog’ as they say. What do you think I would add to make sure it is only effective against my…..secretions?"
Her eyes widened. "Oh, no, you don’t mean-"
He shrugged. "Oh, come now. I’m sure you’re the type that’s willing to swallow rather than spit it out, aren’t you? And it’s just a touch, actually."
"You could have warned me!" she protested.
"Well, now you know," he replied, nonchalantly.
"And what if I refuse to take anymore?" she threatened.
"Then, make your own potion," he replied, laughing. "But, that is the only one I will make for you from now on."
"And maybe I won’t let you near me again until you change it again!" she growled.
He shrugged. "You always have that option."
A moment later his arms were around her again, and he was pressing against her. She could feel his hardness rubbing through the layers of their clothing and his hands were cupped around her buttocks, as he pulled her tightly against him. "Though, I doubt you can manage to stay away from me for too long," he added, confidently, as he felt her body respond.
She moaned and tipped her head upward, opening her mouth and encouraging him to probe her with his tongue. She felt the tip circle around the inside of her mouth, gently but firmly probing her orifice.
He pulled back and licked his lips. "Hmm, I don’t taste that bad, do I? And I did try to add a few other ingredients to make it a tad more palatable."
"Bastard," she muttered.
He laughed again, and released her. "Now, come on. Concentrate on transfiguring yourself."
She sighed and then took in a deep breath, raising her arms above her head and stretching as she tried to gather her thoughts together. Then she dropped her arms to her side and clenched her hands into fists. Closing her eyes, she tried to concentrate all her energy into accomplishing the transfiguration.
"No, that will never work," he intoned.
She opened her eyes. "Well, it hasn’t so far, but I don’t know what else to do!", she hissed unhappily.
He moved behind her, and she felt his hands upon her neck and shoulders, massaging the tense muscles with his strong fingers. "Relax," he whispered.
She moaned in pleasure. "Oh, that feels good," she replied, gratefully.
He fingers continued the movement for a few moments, and she found herself letting her head roll lazily forward, almost as if she were about to fall asleep. She suspected that her sensation of total relaxation was due to more than simple physical manipulation. He was, no doubt, also using a spell of some kind to induce her acquiescence. But, she certainly didn’t care. It felt wonderful.
"Now," he continued, dropping his hands away. "Tell me why you want to be an owl."
She closed her eyes and brought her arms up into the air. "Because I want to fly," she replied, her voice drowsy and thick.
His arms were underneath hers now, lightly touching and holding them up. "Yes," he murmured. "It’s lovely, isn’t it. Feeling the wind underneath you, feeling the response of your whole body lifting up when you flap your strong wings."
She nodded, and a smile spread across her face. Severus looked down at her. As the lightning flickered again, he could see that there was a look of joy and fulfillment on her face as she gave herself over the fantasy of flying.
"And then, the feel of gliding." He lightly held her hands and pulled them outward so that her arms were stretched out even more. "Just floating along on the wind, swirling, dipping, able to go wherever you want."
She nodded again, and this time when Snape looked at her he could see feathers starting to sprout all over her body. Her whole skin seemed to be sparkling and flickering as the transformation began, and he became aware of the feeling of an powerful, magical aura spreading all over her, surrounding her, protecting, transforming her. Raindrops were falling now, but she seemed oblivious to them.
"Yes," she whispered.
He leaned closer to her. "Your wand is in your pocket, you can feel its power without holding it, can’t you?"
She laughed slightly. "Oh, yes." Though she was not aware of the feel of the wand itself against her as it lay in the pocket, she could suddenly feel it respond as though she were holding it, and casting a spell.
"You know what it feels like to disapparate?"
She nodded again.
"Use that feeling, except this time, you are not taking your body with you to another place. You are leaving this body and going into another. It’s just over the edge, waiting for you to enter it, can you feel it?"
The rain was falling harder now, but neither of them seemed to notice it. Although her body seemed to remain on the ground, she suddenly became aware of a lifting, floating sensation. She felt his arms go around her, except…..except that he was not putting his arms around her waist, he was holding her in his hands. For she had suddenly and completely transformed.
A small hoot of triumph emerged from her throat and she flapped her wings and rose into the air. She flew high into air, rising rapidly, and then turned and swooped in a circle, looking down to see Severus smiling up at her with grin that was exhilarated and proud. She gave herself over to the joy of flying for a moment, zooming, zigging and zagging her way through the branches of the tree. And then, she suddenly dived down, heading straight towards him.
He smiled again and held out his arm. She landed, softly and surely on his arm, and she bent her head down as he gently scratched her behind the ears.
After a moment, she felt him lift his arm up again, and she flew back up in the air. This time, he joined her in the air. He rose steadily and turned to lead the way back to Hogwarts. She followed close behind, following his dark form as he flew swiftly and surely back to the castle. He circled the whole castle, and she began to hoot to him, feeling her wings becoming suddenly tired and weary, the wind and the rain lashing mercilessly at her. Then, she saw him swoop down into to a dark, shadowed area. As they neared it, the lightning flashed again and she saw him fly straight into what appeared to be a solid wall. He disappeared soundlessly. A moment later, she had followed him.
By the time she got through the wall, he had already transformed back into human form and was waiting for her. She dropped wearily to the floor, and a moment later her exhausted, wet form was lying on the carpet at his feet. She felt weak from fatigue, and her breath was coming in deep, panting gasps. She looked up at him, and saw him smiling again, his pride in her evident again. Then, he dropped to his knees beside her, and she reached out for him, her eyes eager and hungry.
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