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Oh yea, usual disclaimers are in place. She did it. I'm borrowing it. So�that's it.

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Olivia settled herself in the same chair she had vacated earlier in the day, the mobile phone still in her hand. She had just broken contact with a breathless Hermione calling to inform the pair in the flat that she and Lupin, having eaten dinner, had found a movie and would not return for several more hours. Perhaps, Olivia thought that would be time enough to convince the silent man at the window of her plan.

"That was Miss Granger. She and Remus are taking in a show." Olivia cd ovd over her shoulder, attempting to inject a carefree tone into her voice.

A non-committal grunt served for an answer. Snape kept his narrow face to the window, staring out at nothing. His mind, his normally well ordered mind, was in an upheaval.

Upon leaving the bathroom, Snape had conjured a k pak pajama top to match the bottoms he already wore. He thrust his arms into the sleeves, snatching the material over his torso as if he were donning armor.

Well, perhaps he was.

His shoulder was beginning to ache.

Since their passionate encounter, he had become withdrawn, brooding. Olivia had given him the required space, pressed no questions upon him and for that he was thankful. Snape had a great many things on his mind, their newly altered relationship being one of them.

"Let it burn." Olivia had told him.

Let it burn? And then what would remain but ashes?

But gather those ashes he would and treasure them. They would be his only possession where he was bound.

The potions master had made up his mind about the inquest tomorrow. His course was plotted, there would be no turning back.

He had also made up his mind concerning Olivia.

Images from the past hours played out in his head, like scenes on the wizard television in the Slytherin common room. Olivia sitting in that same chaire exe expression on her face and the feeling in her eyes that had so unerringly defined his own emotions at the time. Olivia allowing him to fold her in his arms as she kissed him with a hunger that equaled the pangs racking his frame. Seeing her lovely body for the first time and having her pleading for his touch had made him come undone. The sweet sounds of their passion played in his ears and with the deepest part of his heart, Snape wished he were free to reach out his hand and forever bind the woman to him.

But he realized that could never be. The Fates had conspired to show him one who would take his heart and cherish it as her own, while at the same time they constructed a situation intended to tear her from him forever.

He did not regret their lovemaking. It had been a shattering and healing experience for him, Snape acknowledged. The memory of the blinding pleasure he had received from Olivia's body racked him still. More precious, however, was the memory of serenity, covering him like a blanket, as he lay satiated upon her breast. He had drifted off to sleep secure in Olivia's arms.

Upon awakg, tg, the first sensation his mind had registered was Olivia's bare flesh pressed to his own. Instantly aroused, he had taken her passionately, almost forcefully. Olivia had clung to him, her cries of encouragement driving him on. She had experienced no release of her own, simply gave him free rein. When his sanity had returned sometime later, Olivia was stroking his face, raining kisses and words of love upon his neck and chest. For the second time that night, Snape felt totally at peace.

And now he must send her away.

Snape realized Olivia would not heed his arguments. During her many hospital visits, he had pleaded with her to see reason. Gentle requests had not moved her. He had progressed from boldly ordering Olivia leave and when she continued to ignore him, to outraged demands that Lupin forcefully return her to Hogwarts. Olivia remained steadfastly by his side.

The green-eyed witch harbored a tender regard for Snape, loved him even, if the expression in her eyes spoke true. More than likely, Olivia believed she owed the enigmatic wizard for failing him in the courtroom seventeen years ago. She was determined to gain a full acquittal for him now.

Snape knew that by refusing to leave him Olivia would be placing herself in the line of fire. Reporters for the Muggle press along with their magical counterparts with the Daily Prophet would be skulking about, scrounging for any scrap of information. Olivia would be seen. Her picture would most likely appear with the morning coffee.

Toundounds of hell would be upon her. Snape could not allow that to happen.

If logic could not persuade her from his side, perhaps indifference could drive her away.

The ache in his shoulder intensified.

Snape turned his gaze from the blank contemplation of the street to the woman across the room. The amber glow from the single table lamp bathed Olivia in a homily light, enhancing her natural aura of comfort and calm. Her very being exuded peace and home, safety and acceptance. Her hair shone with health and vitality, as did her skin. The clear sweep of her brow was unmarked by worry or guilt, her cheeks, creamy and smooth. A silly pair of spectacles perched on the straight bridge of her nose, giving her a studious air. The mouth he delighted in kissing was the only flaw in this picture of tranquility. The corners were tilted up in that ever-impish smirk. The lips belayed the serenity of the rest of her form. They would not be alone in their play, Snape acknowledged. Were she to lift her eyes, those green orbs would be glittering in harmony with the full pink mouth, of this he was certain.

As he crossed the room, Olivia raised her eyes from the legal pad of notes she was perusing and offered Snape her hand. The glimmer of mischief Snape spotted in the emerald depths flickered and died as he glanced at the proffered hand and then dismissed her, coolly turning away. It was best to get this over with, done.

Sinkinto nto the sofa, Snape allowed his features to slip into a familiar mold. His eyes became cold and fathomless, the lips hard and without feeling. Folding his fingers over his belly, he casually stretched his legs, crossing them at the ankle before releasing the icy blast of his gaze on Olivia.

"Man, if this is the way you behave after an evening of great sex, it's no wonder you don�t have a girl friend." The young woman stated flatly, stung by his aloofness. She removed her glasses, placing them on the nearby table.

"Since I have never felt the need for a girl friend," the stony wizard snarled, "I see no reason to alter my personality this late in my existence." Snape knew his words wounded Olivia whe saw saw her flinch. He hated himself for what he must do, but he would hate him self even more should Voldemort take her. He had to convince her, force her if necessary, to return to the relative safety of Hogwarts and Albus Dumbledore. The longer Olivia remained in London, the greater her risks for discovery. Snape was certain every dark wizard in Great Britain was searching for her. While the unhappy witch in the chair was in touch with her inborn powers, she was still untrained, unable to adequately defend her self should she come up against the Dark Lord and his minions.

"Severus, you have been brooding and scowling for nearly an hour now. What's going on?" Olivia prompted. "Talk to me."

He remained silent, indifferent.

"Severus, you are making me crazy here." Olivia began only to cut her self off at his harsh snort.

"Please let's not start the pitiful clinging and whining, Olivia. It is so tiresome." Snape drawled. "I was hoping you would be mature enough to engage in a bit of play without becoming sentimental and sloppy. Alas, I was wrong." He knew he had drawn blood for the color drained from Olivia's face.

Olivia recoiled, stunned. Her voice was barely a whisper. "A bit of play? That's all this was to you, a bit of play?"

His steely gaze remained fixed though his chest was cramping. His tone was cool and bored.

"That's all it was to me."

"You lie!" Olivia launched her self from the chair and stood squarely before him. Her hair swirled about her face, falling over her shoulders like a living thing. Pressing clenched fists into her stomach she glared down into his impassive face. "I was in there with you, remember? I saw your eyes; I heard your words. You can't make me believe it was just for the sex!"

"Olivia, calm your self. Displays such as this are tedious. You are no novice to the bed-chamber, as you so beautifully proved tonight, so you should know by now that a wizard will say just about anything whilst in the throes of passion. What were you expecting, declarations of undying love? Marriage?" Scorn dripped from his tongue like venom, the poison going straight to Olivia's heart.

"No, not that�not exactly�" Olivia stammered, whelmed by his tone. "Not love, I suppose, but not this damned coldness! Not your hateful, sneering and jeering. I expected, NO! I deserved something kinder. Even if it was just a little damn warmth, you hateful�" She choked to a stop. Snape was impassive, regarding her as if she were some tantruming child. Her insides quivered and ached as shame, rage and hurt all warred within her for mastery. She gave in to none.

"You said earlier you wanted to talk. You wanted to discuss us. You used the word 'us', Severus."

"Yes, I did. I wanted to make it clear that there would be no 'us'. I really should have brought it up before hand, but conversation tends to eat away at the spontaneity of the moment. As I stated earlier, I was assuming you would behave like an adult in this matter."

When Olivia continued to stare in hurt disbelief, Snape studied his fingernails and stated, " It is just as well we got this out of our systems prior to returning to Hogwarts. Passion can cause one to loose focus, become sloppy in their work. It would have been pleasant to invite to my chambers you for the occasional diversion, but I know from past performances, you are incapable of being discrete."

"I'm sorry, I just don't understand�" Olivia stammered.

"That's just it, Olivia. You don't understand. You flit like a brainless little bee from hither to yon, playing your jokes, tossing out witty commentary. You behave like a tiny child. You don't wear your heart on your sleeve. It is carried about like a banner for any and all to see. And while you have never made a secret of your lusting for me, I realized enjoying what you so graciously offered could complicate my life."

"So what changed your mind tonight, if you don't mind my asking?" Olivia demanded, her voice stronger.

Snape shrugged casually. "We were alone, away from the probing eyes of Hogwarts. You, as always, were willing. I decided, why not." He regarded her for a moment before smiling coldly. "You are quite talented, by the way."
Pinching the bridge of her nose Olivia turned from him and moved into the kitchen. She didn't see the pain break over the tall wizard's face or hear his determined efforts at breathing past the ball of grief lodged in his throat.

Snape could hear water spilling from the tap and assumed Olivia was dousing her face, rinsing the taste of him from her mouth.

His shoulder continued to throb without mercy.

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Olivia splashed sobering coldness over her face and neck, the deep joy she had been experiencing earlier running off her skin and down the drain. The tension in her body seemed to have localized in the muscles behind her eyes, because a grinding headache was blooming there and spreading to the far reaches of her skull.

Her head hanging, Olivia allowed the hissing from the tap to fill her ears, desiring to drown out that terrible, mocking voice, the hurtful words that rang in discordant notes through her mind.

Her flesh was still swollen from their lovemaking and yet, here she stood, braced against the cool ceramic surface of the sink, feeling as if her heart had been slashed with burning irons. It's not right! Olivia wailed silently, pressing her fists to her temples. Damn! Damn! Damn! It's not right!

Olivia froze.

It's not right.

Deep in her heart, her soul, Olivia knew. This is not right.

Standing upright, she switched off the tap. Something gnawed at her and would not let go. Pulling a dishtowel from the rack, Olivia dried her face as she continued to analyze the moment. She ran Snape's words through her mind and over her heart. The bored tone and indifferent manner did not mesh with the man she knew. Yes, he could be cold and sarcastic. Blunt Snape, cruel Snape, calculating Snape, bad Snape�but never, ever had she experienced an indifferent Snape.

His snide comments on their lovemaking were intended to bring her pain and lacked the proud potion master's typical code of ethics. While Snape had been and done many things to Olivia over the past weeks, he had never treated her with any thing less than honor. Even during the horrific Revel Hunt, there had been an undercurrent of grudging respect in his actions. He had not mocked, simply demanded she acknowleand and embrace the power hidden inside. Olivia realized that honor was one of the few things Snape managed to retain when he sold his soul to the dark. It was honor that allowed him to pull free of the strangling tentacles of false power. It was honor that brought him on his knees to Hogwarts. It was honor that carried him back to Voldemort, risking his life for a debt owed to an old wizard with a sweet tooth.

His strict sense of honor would have never allowed Snape to bed her wihe ihe intention of later casting her aside. Professor Severus Snape would have turned away, denied his longing, just as he had done that first time in the library.

None of the behavior tonight fit with Olivia's experiences of the dark wizard. Unless the man in the next room was an evil twin, Olivia suspected Snape was master minding a scheme, but what? What could he hope to accomplish from tonight's crudity?

Olivia located a tumbler, filling it with water as her mind continued to work over the situation. That black haired devil is up to something, Olivia mused as she swallowed. What was he hoping to accomplish by tonight's actions? What would be the normal outcome of such a confrontation if they were any other couple?

One of them would be leaving.

Olivia wanted to slap her self on the head. Of course! Snape had been pushing for Olivia's return to Hogwarts since her arrival at the hospital. While she understood and appreciated his concern for her safety, Olivia was determined to stay and see him freed from the tangle of intrigue that ensnared him.

Besides, if she did as he bid and hid her self away, who would defend him against the charges that not only threatened his freedom, but possibly his life? He could not go into the inquest without legal council. The courts would never allow it. He was required to have legal representation before�

Olivia's mind leapt.

And suddenly she knew.

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"When were you planning on skipping out?" Olivia's voice carried an edg ang anger.

"Pardon me?" Snape had returned to the bedroom and busied him self sorting through his meager stock of possessions. He would have to make a stop at Hogwarts before moving on.

Olivia had taken him by surprise and her words caused his gut to tighten.

"Don't play with me any more, Severus. You are running, aren't you?" When he didn't respond, Olivia strode across the room and grabbed him roughly by the upper arm. "Aren't you?" She yelled.

"Yes!" Snapssedssed angrily, pulling away from her touch.

"Why? Don't you believe me capable of defending you? Get another lawyer. But don't do this, Severus! Don't run away."

"Olivia, it's not that I don't think you capable. On the contrary, you would be quite competent at gaining my freedom." He told her, his voice low. Snape turned and sank slowly to the bed, absent-mindedly rubbing at the ache in his shoulder. This gesture did not go unnoticed by the angry woman beside him.

"However," here, Snape peered at Olivia through sooty lashes. "All is not as clear cut as one would wish. Every dark wizard on this bloody island is seeking you. You appear with me tomorrow and your life is forfeit. Voldemort could snatch you from m�the room and all would be lost."

"Then get another lawyer. I don't mind, really. I could advise from Hogwarts and you would still�" She stopped at his raised hand.

"Olivia, you understand what my life has been since my release from Azkaban?" At her nod, he continued. "Should I appear at that inquest tomorrow, everything I have worked for, everything I �it will be for naught. I would be forced to admit to my role as spy for Dumbledore or align my self with the dark once more. How else could I explain my presence when the girl was killed? I wasn't just out for a stroll and decided to pop in for a bit of company." He paused as Olivia seated her self beside him. "Of course, I could go and plead guilty. I could have attempted to stop the killing. I deserve what punishments lay in store for me. Justice was cheated once. She would not allow me to cheat her again."

The black eyes he turned to Olivia were filled with remembered horror. "Olivia," he whispered. "I cannot return to Azkaban. Better to receive the kiss tomorrow than spend one moment in that hell." The black velvet of his voice was torn, tortured.

Olivia's heart broke. Wrapping her arms around strong shoulders that trembled under her hand, she pulled him to her. She held him tenderly, stroking his head, murmuring.

He allowed her to comfort him. And then she spoke.

"Please trust in me, Severus. I can get both of us through this if only you will trust me."

"I will not risk your being found, Olivia. I would have you safe."

"Then leave him, Severus. Leave Voldemort for good." He pulled away from her embrace, shaking his head. "Yes! You have done enough. More than enough. Let someone else pick up the standard. You have done your part." When he continued the negative movements, Olivia screamed in frustration.

"So you would run! Run where? And what of me? What becomes of me, Severus?"

"You would be hidden away at Hogwarts. Protected until you better prepared. Schooled in ways of protecting your self."

"Wrong!" She snapped. "I would be suffering right along with you." At his doubtful expression, she continued. "I haven't told you what happened the night you were shot, what happened at Hogwarts." Olivia picked up his hand, stroking the long fingers as the tale unwound.

"I was with Cat. You had asked me to watch over him, remember? I had promised to wait for you, but we fell asleep in your study." She sneaked a glance at the dark man at her side. His lips twitched in a small smile.

"Even the disciples of the Christ fell asleep while awaiting him,"pe ope observed. "And my need was not near as great as his."

Olivia continued. "I don't know what time it was when I woke up. I decided to head back to my own room and take Cat with me. I heard someone call me�" Here she paused, remembering.

"What? What happened?" He urged her on.

"I heard you calling me. It was like an explosion in my head. Then there was the light, so bright I could almost hear the sound of it moving around me. I was frightened, so frightened. Something hit me�here." Olivia placed his hand upon her shoulder. "And then here." She moved his touch between her breasts. "Pain was everywhere. It was you, Severus. You called out to me, touched me, showed me what you were experiencing."

Their eyes locked for long seconds.

"We are connected, you and I. What would my life be as I can experience your suffering?" Olivia pleaded, stroking his face.

He pushed her away and stood. "I stand by my decision. I must leave. I will not endanger you further, nor will I risk returning to Azkaban."

"When? When are you going?" Olivia choked out.

"Now. Tonight." Came his crisp reply.

"Severus, please!"

"No. No more arguments. I believe I am doing what is best." He rubbed again at his shoulder.

Wiping tears from her face, Olivia commented, "You are in pain."

"A bit." Snape conceded.

Olivia rummaged in his shaving kit and drew out a vial of potion left for this purpose by Madame Pomfrey.

Watching as Snape pulled on his trousers, Olivia curled her fingers around the vial.

"Will you kiss me before you go?" She asked in a small voice. The muscles in his back tightened at her words and he turned to gather her up in his arms.

"I would not leave you with out saying good bye, Olivia." She could read the promise he spoke in the ebon depths of his eyes.

Olivia covered a sob with her hand, letting him press her face to his chest.

Through her sobs, Snape heard whiswhisper. "Tell me you love me before you leave. Even if it is a lie. Just let me hear you say it before you go."

He raised her tear-streaked face to his. The pain and longing in her eyes stabbed into his heart. The kiss he placed on her lips was tender and slow. He breathed against those lips, "It would not be a lie, Olivia. For I do love you."

Against her sobs he kissed her again, deeper this time.

Olivia could feel the heavy pounding of his heart against her hand. The arms that circled her gripped with the desperation of a drowning man.

"You had best be about it then. Remus will only try to stop you and I would not see either of you hurt." Olivia sighed as she pushed him away. "Will you apperate?"

"Yes, first to Hogwarts and then�elsewhere." His voice was strained.

Olivia snapped the top from the small vial of potion, pushing it to him. "You had better take this before you try to apperate then." He took the small glass container from her hand and without breaking eye contact, downed the contents.
Olivia released a deep, shuddering sigh.

Snape watched her, puzzled.

Then thightight of his limbs began to pull him down. He staggered, grabbing for the bedpost.

"What have you done?" He tried to say. He couldn't be sure. His tongue felt disconnected, unresponsive.

Olivia grabbed the band of his trousers and steered him around so that he collapsed across the bed. "I am keeping you from doing something stupid, my love. Noble, but stupid. You will sleep for about ten hours, according to Poppy. This is some strong stuff." Grunting, she lifted his feet and placed them on the bed. He was mumbling.

"What did you say, love? Your speech is a bit slurred." Olivia smiled into his crossed eyes, smoothing sooty strands from his brow.

His lips moved again and she leaned closer.

"Pay for thissss��"

"I know I will, Severus. But at least bof uof us will be around to fight over it."

The wizard was deeply asleep. Olivia watched the steady rise and fall of his chest, hearing the words he had whispered against her lips, "I do love you." She kissed him.

"I love you, too Severus." Exiting the room, she turned off the light and shut the door.

The past few hours had taken their toll on Olivia'dy ady and her nerves. Her skin felt as if it were alive with thousands of tiny insects. If she didn't get out, get some air, she would collapse screaming to the floor.

Closing her eyes, Olivia fixed an image in her head. A whisper of movement and she glanced down at her body, now clad in tight running shorts and a tank top, running shoes on her feet. "Wow, that is so neat." She said to herself.

A quick glance at the closed bedroom door and then she was gone.

There was nothing better for strained nerves than a good long run through the shadowy streets of London.

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Now we are getting somewhere!!

Thank you all for waiting around and for those that sent me email, BIG HUGS!

Ok, no points can be awarded for the bathroom conversation. I hardly feel it is fair since my own SISTER couldn't even remember where I derived that lovely scene.

One more chance. Think George Jones.

Go ahead. Laugh your heads off. He is still drawing crowds after 45 years in the business. Find me somebody else that can make such a claim. I love that man. He can hurt with FEELING.

This is the first part of what was a longer chapter, but I promised you an update the first weekend in July and here I be!

Summer time, summer time, sum-sum-summer time~

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