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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 Seven. This is smut.

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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
Seven � Round Two

Dianthus woke
early the next morning to a dull pain throbbing from her lower back to her
thighs. She winced and made to turn
over, but Snape�s body was draped over hers, his arm curled over her waist, his
leg flung across her thigh. �Don�t,� he
grumbled into her ear. �You�re warm.�

�I don�t see how,
since you�ve got all the blankets,� she said acidly.

He grunted and
reached down to pull some blankets over her.
His hand came to rest casually over her breast. �Good morning,� he whispered. His breath on her ear sent shivers through
her body.

She shifted
uncomfortably. �I�ve never slept � I
mean, I�ve never woken up with anyone in my bed before.�

�It�s a novel
experience for me as well.�

She turned in
place to face him, over his groans of protest.
�But surely you�ve�� she gestured between the two of them.

�Yes,� he
laughed. �I have�� and he mimicked her
gesture. �But I�ve never had the
noteworthy pleasure of waking up next to a lover.�

She let out a sigh
of relief. �Oh, good. I was just about to be extremely impressed.�

�You still should
be extremely impressed,� he said, just a tad grumpily. �Not everyone would have made certain you got
so much enjoyment out of your first sexual experience.�

�Get off me,� she
grunted suddenly. �Get up, Severus! I have to use the loo
� Severus!� He had grabbed her ankle as
she slithered toward the edge of the bed, and was trying to pull her back. Dianthus kicked out at him and he released
her, laughing uproariously as she sped for the lavatory.

�And then I need a
shower,� she called from the sink, after relieving her bladder. �I feel completely��

�That,� said Snape
silkily, from the door, �sounds like an excellent idea.�

She whirled to
face him. �Were you watching me piss?�
she asked, horrified.

He sniggered. �No � did you want me to?�

�That�s
disgusting,� she snarled. He raised his
eyebrows and shrugged. �I was saying,�
she continued, �before you scared the fuck out of me, that
I�m going to take a shower.�

�And I was
saying,� he replied, advancing slowly on her with his hands behind his back,
�that a shower sounds like an excellent idea.�

He was naked and
sported a huge and hearty erection. No wonder I�m so sore, she thought,
looking quickly everywhere but there. He
leaned down and kissed her gently, moving his left hand to caress her pubic
hair. The kiss intensified as his hand
slipped further between her legs, nudging them open. His middle finger slid gingerly inside her,
while his thumb massaged her clitoris.

�Severus,
here?� She looked distractedly
around the bathroom, trying to ignore her body�s response to his clever
stroking. The marble of the basin was
cold on her hip as he pushed against her.

�Anywhere. Everywhere,� he murmured, and he brought his
right hand from behind his back � it held his wand. �Bifidus. Fluvium dulcis,� he ordered, pointing the wand at the shower
head. It sprouted a twin and both heads
began pouring warm water into the stall.
He removed his hand from between her legs and whispered, �Get in.�

The water was
steaming and smelled of bergamot and coriander.
Dianthus luxuriated under the fragrant stream for a few seconds as he
watched her. She beckoned for him to
join her, but he hesitated, frowning.
�One more thing,� he said, pointing the wand directly at her. Before she could even react, he continued, �Mobilicorpus.�

�What the fuck,
Severus,� she yelled, as her feet lost contact with the tiled floor. She scrabbled at the empty space in front of her, sure she would topple over in midair. Her flailing hand hit the shower head, and
she grasped it for balance.

�Now, Dianthus,�
he said blandly, placing his wand on the far side of the sink and stepping into
the shower. She beat on his chest as he
pulled her to him.

�Put me down, you
asshole!� she shrieked, but he smiled roguishly and hiked her legs up and
around his waist. In spite of herself,
she dug her heels into his back � at least this way she wouldn�t end up on the
ceiling.

�Relax,� he
soothed, positioning the shower heads so they were both covered by the scented
downpour. �You don�t want my wand to get
soaked, do you?� He casually reached
around her for the shampoo.

�What the fuck are
you talking about?� she hissed, but he didn�t answer. Instead, he poured shampoo onto her head and
handed her the bottle. His long fingers
slowly worked the creamy foam through her hair, and she found herself relaxing
while he massaged her scalp. Sighing,
she scuttled crab-like higher up his body, keeping her legs wrapped around his
torso, and returned the favor. He closed
his eyes and hummed appreciatively as she rubbed his head.

�See?� he said,
adjusting the water again to rinse her hair, and leaning in so that she could
do the same for him. �Isn�t this nice?�

She spat a
mouthful of water at his shoulder and said, �Now will you put me down?� But she wasn�t sure that she wanted him to �
the weightlessness was easy on her sore body, and his sensual attentions were
tremendously arousing.

He nuzzled her
neck. �I didn�t levitate you so that you
could wash my hair, Dianthus.�

He pushed her down
by her hips, and she gasped. He turned
to face the wall and pressed her against it.
�Loosen your legs,� he said quietly, his black eyes piercing hers. She grunted as he pulled out slightly and
repositioned himself. He kept both hands
on her waist and held her in place as he thrust into her, his gleaming eyes
locked on hers, his motions slow and purposeful.

Dianthus clutched
at the wall and tried to propel herself forward, but Snape held her
firmly. His lips curved into an
unabashedly pleased grin as he watched her futile struggle for control. �Tell me,� he purred. �Tell me what you want, Dianthus.�

�Faster,� she
panted. He increased his pace gradually,
but when she cried, �Harder,� her sighs of satisfaction turned to a gasp as
Snape rammed her against the wall. There
was pain mingled with the pleasure � she ignored it. The warm water beat against her shoulders, in
time with her own frantic pulse, and she closed her eyes, almost overwhelmed.

�Look at me,� he
barked. She could hardly bear to meet
his penetrating gaze, and when she peaked, she could only manage a long,
whining groan as she clenched her thighs to his sides. He continued his frenzied thrusting until,
half a minute later, he lunged forward to pin her completely to the wall,
kissing her furiously until his spasms subsided. He stood panting into her shoulder for a
moment, then said softly, �Can you stand?�

�I don�t think
so,� she whispered.

�That�s all
right,� he assured her. He turned them
back around to face the shower, and reached over her for the soap. Carefully and gently, he washed her aching
body � even weightlessness wasn�t enough to quiet her protesting muscles any
longer. She stretched gratefully and
allowed him to hold her steady as he worked.

When he was
satisfied they were both clean, Snape carried her smoothly from the stall and
into the bedroom, grabbing his wand as they went. He maneuvered her over the bed, pointed the
wand at her and said, �Finite incantatum.� She dropped the final few inches. Snape lay down next to her, but didn�t touch
her. �Tell me where it hurts.�

She smiled
ruefully. �Where do you think?� He pointed his wand at her groin and muttered
a healing spell. �Everywhere,� she
demanded, as swrelirelief spread through her thighs and pelvis.

�Lesson two,� he
grumbled, waving his wand from her neck all the way to her ankles. �When you beg a man to fuck you harder, his
body listens.� He slid the wand under
his pillow and kissed her shoulder.
�Even when his brain knows it will be painful.�

�I was not
begging!�

�No?� He gave her a mocking look. �What would you call it?�

�Making
a suggestion.�

�You were
begging,� he smirked. His hand slipped
between her legs. �And I estimate you�ll
be begging again in less than ten minutes.�

�What about that
recovery period, then?� she asked, skittering away from him.

�Part of the
beauty of the female sex,� he growled, dragging her back to him, �is that there
are so many different ways to pleasure you.
It�s a difficult decision. Should
I finger fuck you, Dianthus? Should I
eat you out?� He licked his lips.

�Don�t put it like
that,� she groaned, even as her pulse fluttered.

�Oh, but how shall
I put it, hmm?� he cooed against her ear.
�Go down on you? Taste you? Suck your pussy?� Her thighs twitched involuntarily. �Ah, you like that one,� he said softly. �I�ll have to remember that. But we were talking about you begging me to fuck
you, Dianthus.� His voice dropped to a
whisper. �I can�t wait to hear you beg
me.�

�I don�t beg,� she
said tartly, inching away from him again.

Snape followed,
his dark eyes glinting. �You will. Ten minutes.�

With that, he
slithered down the bed and clamped his mouth over her. He feasted on her, sucking ntlentlessly, and
she writhed beneath the arm holding her in place. Her back arched as the wet heat from his
tongue sent her blood coursing like molten lava through her veins, and she
pushed her feet against his shoulders, hoping to find one second�s relief. She would not beg, god damn him.

He seemed able to
anticipate her movements, and she found his tongue flicking unendurably against
her, no matter her efforts to squirm away from him. Worst of all, each time she came close to
having an orgasm, he reverted to blowing air over her until she calmed, only to
dive in again the second she found her breath.

It was agony. Well before ten minutes were up she was
begging him unreservedly and quite loudly to fuck her, please. He willingly obliged, scrambling up to sink
himself deeply inside her, his frenetic thrusting accompanied by her keening
moans and his rasping breaths. He yanked
her hands up over her head and pressed them into the pillow, forcing her to
look directly at him. The impassioned
light shining in his eyes tilted the axis of her world � she was dizzy and
off-balance, her legs around his waist the only thing keeping her from falling.

And then the
sensation took her completely, and she didn�t know whether it was his voice or
hers making the incoherent animal noises she heard. Her orgasm spilled and spread through her
entire body, and they thrashed together and against each other, until he
collapsed on top of her, drawing ragged breaths as if emerging from a long
period underwater.

�No more,� she
moaned. �No more, I�m going to die if we
go anymore.�

�I � know,� he
panted, �But � Dius �us � I can�t � �
She wrapped her quaking legs more tightly around him, willing him to
stay inside of her despite what she�d just said, but he pulled away and fell in
a heap next to her. �You�ll � kill us �
both.�

�Me?� she
shrieked. �You�re the one who
practically attacked me in the shower.�

�I want � to fuck
you � everywhere,� he gulped. �Give me a
minute � there�s still the couch.� Dianthus
could not believe he could still manage a lascivious glare up and down her
body. She felt as though she would faint
if he even touched her again.

�Oh, no you
don�t,� she warned, struggling to the edge of the bed and sitting up. �I�m going to get dressed � eventually,� she
snarled, attempting to force her unwilling legs to support her as she
rose. �And then I�m going to get
something to eat.�

�Ah, food, sounds wonderful.�
He stretched luxuriously and grinned at her as she hobbled around the
bed. �And then we can talk about what
comes next,� he said, the grin sliding off his face.

She bent over and
opened her trunk. �I thought you were
going to say something like that eventually,� she mumbled.

He crawled to the
foot of the bed. �You know we have to,
Dianthus,� he said, kindly. His kindness
made it worse. She needed his sarcasm,
counted on it, and here he was, being too bloody nice.

�We don�t,� she
said, with more than a touch of petulance.
She looked at him pleadingly. �We
can stay in this room and fuck like rabbits for the rest of our lives.�

�As pleasurable as
that sounds,� he said drolly, �you know we can�t. We both have responsibilities. You have to go to school, and I have to go
back to Hogwarts.�
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