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Anything you
recognize belongs to someone else, namely, JK Rowling. Specifically, elements of the HP universe,
characters from same. Sadly, I have no
hope of publishing this story outside the fan fiction base, although I hope you
enjoy the plot and the original characters I�ve created. Feel free to give me critical feedback,
including flames and harsh criticism. I
may delete it afterward, so as to reduce my personal embarrassment, but I do
promise to read it and incorporate it if I feel it improves the story.

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This is Chapter
Twenty Six. Smut begins here.

*****

By the way, this
chapter shares the same story as the short fiction called My Side, except that My Side
is told from Snape�s perspective, and this is told from Dianthus�. If you�re so inclined, feel free to read that
one. You�ll find it on my author page.

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Chapter Twenty Six
� At The Leaky Cauldron

Snape wrapped her
long hair around both of his hands and pulled her head back, exposing the full
length of her neck to him. There was no tenderness
in him: he sucked greedily at her skin,
dragging his mouth to bite her earlobe.
�Dianthus,� he muttered, and a pulse between her legs fluttered at the
sound of her name from his lips. His
mouth found the sensitive spot below her ear, and she groaned as he flicked his
tongue roughly over it. His hands were
on her hips now, tugging, urging her closer, and she felt her robe riding up as
she slid forward to straddle him on the couch.
He wanted her. She couldn�t
believe she hadn�t seen it before.

Dianthus yanked
his hair to bring his face back to hers, and their tongues tangled in a searing
kiss that pulled the breath from her lungs.
His sensitive fingers wandered along her back, pausat eat each area that
made her squirm in his lap. She whispered
his name against his mouth, and he wrapped both arms around her, crushing her
even more closely to him. Her robes were
bunched at her lower hips, and she was dimly aware that she must be soaking his
clothing with the moisture from her excitement.
She thanked the gods he was too busy to notice.

And then quite
suddenly, he jerked his hands from her body, and leaned back into the cushions
of the couch. �We need to stop,� he
gasped.

�Wh-what?�

He reached into
his pocket and withdrew his wand.
tingting it at the door, he said, �Callo portus.� He threw the wand on the table in front of
them and put his hands on her shoulders.
�Dianthus,� he said hoarsely, looking gravely at her. �If we continue, there�s no � no going back
to innocence for you.� He took a deep
breath. �I came here to court you, not take you. I should leave. We�ll�go on a date.� But his fingers were already straying to her
neck, and there was a quiet anguish in his voice.

She wanted him,
too. She didn�t want to wait another
day, much less endure some inane courting period. Very deliberately, she pulled one of his
hands down and drew it along her inner thigh, toward the heat emanating from
her most private area. His body went
rigid with tension. �Does it seem like I
want to wait until we go on a date, Severus?� she whispered. He exhaled softly, and his eyes lost
focus. When she released his hand, he
made no effort to move it, either closer or away.

�You�re not
wearing any knickers,� he said, in a strained and disbelieving tone. He was a still as a stalked rabbit. She was going to have to take matters into
her own hands.

�I was just
thinking,� she continued, as if he hadn�t spoken. �We might be more comfortable over
there.� She put her hands on his
shoulders and inclined her head toward the bed that dominated the left side of
the room.

He blinked and
seemed to come to himself � to a decision.
�Oh, no,� he uredured, a cunning smile curving his mouth. �I�m not nearly done here.� He shifted his right hand away from her thigh
and raised it to meet his left, which had drifted to the neckline of her
robe. Slowly and delicately, he
unbuttoned the robe to her waist and drew the fabric slightly apart. His eyes searched her face as he eased his
fingers along the underside of her breasts.
She gasped slightly when his thumbs brushed her nipples, coaxing them
into sharp definition. She pulled his
mouth to hers again, and his tongue duplicated the strokes of his thumbs on her
breasts. �You see,� he breathed, �this
position affords us many pleasures.�

She rocked against
him as they kissed, trying desperately to ease the ache between her legs. �Severus, please,� she groaned, not knowing
exactly what she wanted or why she was asking him. He knew, he had to know, how to do this.

He laughed quietly,
his eyes glinting. �Begging already?� he
said, in a mocking whisper. �But there�s
so much more.� He released her breasts
and swiftly unfastened the remaining buttons on her robe. She lifted backward slightly, and he pushed
the robe off her shoulders and to the floor.
He cast a savoring glance up and down her fully nude body, circling her
waist with his right hand. His left
dropped down to graze her pubic hair.

No one had ever
touched her like he meant to touch her./spa/span>She bowed her head in sudden shyness.
His meandering fingers stilled instantly.

�Shall I stop?� he
asked, quietly. There was no
recrimination in his tone. The choice
was hers to make. Snape would follow her
lead.

She returned her
gaze to his smoldering eyes � she saw arousal there, yes, and a hopeful
expectation of her enjoyment, but no hesitation. She wanted him, she trusted him. She�d been dreaming of this for months. This bashfulness was only nerves.

�Don�t stop,� she
whispered.

He smiled
reassuringly and slipped his hand between her legs. He did
know how to do this.

�Accio wand,� he
said, laughing softly, not stopping his ministrations. The wand flew into his outstretched right
hand, and he pointed it again at the door.
�Hebeto sonitus.� He threw the
wand back down and gripped her waist again.

�Fuck you,� she
groaned, as the silencing charm settled into the walls around them.

�Eventually,� he
purred, and he slid one finger inside her, then another. His eyes were still on hers, gauging her
reaction to what he was doing. Dianthus
had no thought to spare toward giving him assurances or guidance. She could only focus on his fingers.

Her breathing
quickened as he str lei leisurely back and forth, his thumb still playing
lazily across her clitoris. A third
finger glided smoothly to join the first two, and Dianthus tilted her head
back, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
He lowered his head to close his mouth over one taut nipple, and her
hips jolted at the added sensation of his tongue swirling over her areola. He murmured his approval against her skin,
moving to sample the other nipple, and she rocked her hips forward, meeting his
stroking fingers.

�Faster,� she
pleaded, but he refused to increase his tortuous pace, in fact he held her
tighter, keeping her hips in place, and the insistent drumbeat in her groin
soon reached fever pitch. He raised his
head and pulled her closer, urging her on, breathing a stream of whispered
words against her ear:

�Soon enough,
you�re so close�so close�let go, Dianthus�no need to hurry this�no, Dianthus,
relax�let me, let me...yes�� His voice
was another hand touching her everywhere.

�Severus,� she
wailed, as the building pleasure finally avalanched through her body. She bucked wildly against his fingers, while
his thumb rocked firmly across her clitoris, extending her climax until, with a
final shudder, her hips quieted. Her
muscles relaxed, and he slid his fingers along her thigh. Bringing his hand to his mouth, he ran his
tongue lightly along his drenched index finger, tasting her fluids with obvious
relish.

�To the bed now, I
think,� he said against her ear. �Accio
wand. Locomotor trunk.� Her trunk followed his wand movements and
came to rest on the floor at the foot of the bed. He slid the wand into his pocket.

�I � I�m going to
need a minute,� she panted. Her legs
were trembling and she was fairly certain she wouldn�t be able to walk just
yet.

�Yes, I know,� he
said smugly, and he slid both hands under her buttocks. She was vaguely impressed that he was able to
hoist himself from the couch with her in his arms. She wrapped her legs around his midsection,
and Snape carried her to the bed, dumping her unceremoniously upon it. Dianthus cursed and scrambled backward and up
to lean against the headboard, glaring at his taunting smile.

She had another
attack of shyness when he reached to unfasten the buttons of his robe, and she
pulled the blankets out from under her to cover her breasts. In what seemed like seconds, he had yanked
off his boots and socks, and shrugged out of the robe and his boxers. She noticed he slipped his wand under a
pillow.

She had never seen
a fully naked man, not even her grandfather, and she averted her eyes while
Snape climbed under the blankets to join her.
For the first time, she was fully aware of the physical nature of the
act they were about to perform, and she shivered almost imperceptibly. He reached out a hand to force her eyes to
his. �We can still stop,� he reminded
her.

�I�m nervous,� she
admitted, hating the tremor in her voice.

�Do you want to go
on?� He would wait, if she wanted him
to. But she didn�t. She couldn�t.
She was still aching. Swallowing
hard, she nodded. His eyes narrowed, and
he said softly, �Are you sure, Dianthus?�

�Yes,� she
whispered. �I�m nervous, but I � I want
you.�

He trailed his
hand along the length of her torso. �Lay
down,� he breathed. Dianthus slid down
the headboard, and he flung the blankets to the floor. She kept her eyes on his face, but could feel
his erection pressing against her leg as he moved in close to her. He seemed to have no problem with their
mutual nakedness: his eyes swept up and
down her body, as if assessing what his next move should be.

His hand drifted
again to the junction between her thighs, and her back arched at the warm
pressure of his fingers sliding between her inner folds. His kisses were tender but lingering now, and
Dianthus was relieved and a bit surprised to think that he was willing to go so
slowly, when he was so aroused.

Then his mouth
followed the same path his hand had taken, dawdling over her breasts as his
nimble fingers teased and caressed her.
He trailed kisses down her abdomen before raising one of her legs to
move his head between her thighs. She
almost screamed when she realized what he was going to do.

�Don�t!� she
hissed, stiffening immediately, and backpedaling fast enough to bang her head
against the headboard. Her heart was
suddenly pounding. He wanted to�

�Why wouldn�t I?�
he said, the corners of his mouth twitching up.

�It�s � it�s��

�It�s quite a lot
of fun. For me as well as for you. Let me,� he said softly, tugging her toward
him by the hips, inch by inexorable inch, until she could feel his silky hair
brushing her thigh. �Relax, Dianthus,�
he whispered, kissing her stomach. �This
is nothing to be scared of.� She was scared, in fact she was terrified.

�Oh, mother
goddess,� she whimpered, as he lowered his head and deliberately blew air over
her, sending a tingling feeling through her abdomen. His eyes were alight with suppressed
amusement at her panic, and with anticipation.
She reminded herself firmly that he wanted to, that it was normal. He raised his eyebrows questioningly, and she
nodded, but then she threw her head back on the pillow, eyes closed tightly as
he bent her knees and placed her feet on his shoulders. She wasn�t watching this.

Her thighs
tightened and she let out a little squeak when Snape initially brushed his lips
against her, running his tongue experimentally between her labia, leaving a
trail of cool moisture behind. He rubbed
her stomach soothingly with both hands while his mouth wandered delicately over
her, slowly but steadily increasing its pressure against her. He was giving her time to get accustomed to
him, and she had to admit that it was working splendidly. His lips felt like silk as they explored her,
and his tongue � where had he learned to do that? Dianthus relaxed against him and decided she liked this activity a lot � especially when he sealed his mouth fully to her with a
satisfied grunt of his own.

It felt
unspeakably good when he ran his tongue slowly and confidently over her swollen
clitoris for the first time, and she responded instantly with jerking hips and
a harsh groan of pleasure. He stretched
his left arm across her abdomen, pinning her firmly to the bed even as he
continued his languid motions. She
pushed weakly at the arm holding her in place, but Snape only responded by
blowing short bursts of warm air over her before renewing his insolent
rhythm. His right hand moved to play
casually with her pubic hair.

Dianthus abandoned
her halfhearted efforts to free her hips and clenched the sheets instead. He massaged her clitoris with his right thumb
and thrust his tongue deeply into her, sucking and scraping his teeth along her
aching tissue. The tension was strumming
and surging again, and every movement of his mouth seemed to draw the breath
out of her lungs until she was gasping for air.
She couldn�t believe she�d hesitated earlier.

She came in an
explosion of white hot light, and her eyes snapped open when he released her
hips and rose up on his knees, her feet still on his shoulders, to plunge his
fingers back inside her. He wrapped his
free hand around one of her ankles and turned his head to mouth it while he
drove quickly into her, until a third orgasm rocketed on the heels of her
second, tearing a shriek from her throat and sending her into spasms that
rocked them both.

Snape crawled back
up her body and laid his weight on her, holding her tightly until her tremors
subsided. �You taste like the ocean
breeze,� he murmured, rubbing his face into her neck. �I could do that all night.�

�Tonight?� she
breathed, still feeling a little dazed.

He gave her a
self-satisfied smile and whispered, �Another night. I want you.
I want to be inside you. Are you
ready for that?� His words sent her
stomach into a pleasant turmoil, and she nodded unsteadily.

�This will most
likely hurt,� he said softly.

�I know,� she
said, swallowing hard.

He reached down
briefly to guide himself into her, and then slid both hands under her shoulders
as he pressed gently further inside her.
Dianthus screwed her eyes shut and bit back a grunt of pain, and he
stopped. �Relax your body, Dianthus,� he
hissed. She focused on the feeling of
his back beneath her fingers, the rippling muscles in his shoulders as he
worked himself further, and the thought that the pain would only be momentary.

It still hurt like
hell. Snape, though, murmured her name
against her ear and sighed his enjoyment into her neck as he moved slowly in
and out of her, ever deeper, stretching and carving a path for himself. When his hips were pressing firmly against
hers with each downward thrust, he raised his head to look at her. �Are you alright?� he rasped.

�Yes,� she said,
breathlessly. The pain was easing, being
replaced and overshadowed by the sensation of his thickness chafing against her
vaginal walls as he pulled back slowly.

�Can you bring
your hips to meet me?�

Dianthus shifted
awkwardly under him, trying to meet his rhythm.
He groaned his approval when she found his pace, and Dianthus groaned
with him. They moved slowly
together. But his body was trembling
with tension; he was holding himself back, when she wanted him to lose control. She wanted to make him lose control. She thrust vigorously up, and his body
betrayed him by responding in kind. Now
she was leading, and he was following.

�Slow down,� he
gasped, but Dianthus had no intention of slowing down. His grip tightened on her shoulders. He whispered, �Dianthus, slow down,� even as
he matched her movements, and she reveled in the desperate plea in his
voice. His breathing was uneven, and his
hair was dripping. She moaned in delight
as the pleasure built once more.

Abruptly, he
dragged himself onto his knees and yanked her legs in the air, scooting forward
to drive into her again. Wrapping her
ankles around his neck, he leaned over her, bending her almost in half under
him, and relentlessly bore down as hard and as fast as he could.

It was
breathtaking to see him surrender to his raw need, to know that his need matched
her own. Her muscles screamed at the
unabated pressure and contracted sharply around him, and she clawed at his
back, howling frantically. His voice
broke on her name as he came with one final prolonged thrust, and collapsed on
top of her.

They lay there for
a while, Dianthus slowly regaining her breath, Snape moving quietly against
her, both of them bathed in sweat and secretions. Once his motions stilled completely, he
rolled onto his back, groaned, and called, �Accio blankets.� He covered them and pulled her to him.

�You,� he said in
an exasperated sigh, �are dangerous.�

She chuckled and
yawned. �What are you on about?�

He leaned on one
elbow and stared down at her. �I was trying to make sure you had some
pleasure before I came,� he said, seriously.

She brushed his
hair out of his face. �I did.�

�Obviously.� He rolled his eyes. �But a gentleman does not ravage his lover � unless it�s
requested. It could have easily gone the
other way, with only one of us achieving an orgasm.�

�Well, I had three
beforehand,� she pointed out. �Besides,
you seemed to like what I did.�

�I did enjoy it,
immensely,� he grudgingly admitted. �But
you have much to learn about a man�s body.�

She tentatively
reached down to stroke his penis, now shrunken and slightly sticky. �I�ve always been a fast learner.�

�First lesson,
then,� he said firmly, pulling her hand to his chest. �Men have a longer recovery period than
women.� He leaned in to kiss her
lightly, and then whispered, �Do you want me to stay?�

�I would like that,�
she said. Then she thought of
something. �That means we can go again
later. After your recovery period,� she
added, her hand creeping toward his stomach.

He pulled her hand
over his waist and shook his head. �No
more. That was pretty rough, especially
given that it was your first time ever.
You�re going to be sore in the morning as it is. We shouldn�t make it worse.�

�What if I don�t
move?� she said hopefully.

He laid his head
on her pillow and wrapped his arms around her.
�No. Go to sleep, Dianthus.�

�Not sleepy,� she
yawned into his shoulder, but it only took a few minutes of him tenderly
stroking her back to send her off to slumber.
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