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What Makes a Snape?	By : MagicWords Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 6166 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Three - What I Want

Ella opened her eyes as she stretched and turned to face the confused young wizard.

“I was in bed asleep and I normally sleep in the nude so I suppose that answers one of your questions. I was dreaming, and suddenly the dream became very…vivid. I opened my eyes and I was here, in your arms. I’m here because you, apparently, wanted me here. You summoned me through your dreams.”

“I did not summon you—“

“No, not intentionally, obviously,” she said, pulling the sheet around herself and sitting up at against the pillows. “But your dream must have been both…specific and intense, in order for you to pull me here like this.”

Severus was mortified when he recalled his last thoughts before drifting off to sleep. Despite trying to convince himself that it was only her magic that interested him, he had, in fact been thinking of having her next to him and waking with her in his arms. She was correct, his dream had been very intense…and explicit. He put the pillow over his lap to cover his obvious arousal, laid back down with a loud groan and stared blankly at the ceiling.

“Severus—“

“Don’t. Just don’t. This is completely—“

“Completely what? Natural for a healthy seventeen year old?”

“Yes. I mean, no. It’s completely inexcusable. You should not be here.”

“I-I’m sorry, Severus,” she said softly. “I’ve never shared a bed with anyone and I found waking with you was quite a lovely feeling. Had I any idea that finding me next to you when you woke would…upset you so, I’d have gone as soon as I realized what had happened.”

“Then why didn’t you?” he said, accusation heavy in his voice. His pale skin was flushed with both embarrassment and anger. He eyed her suspiciously as he continued. “What sort of game are you playing at? Did Potter put you up to this?”

“Who is Potter?” she asked.

Severus studied her face and saw confusion…and something else.

“I-I wanted to make you aware that you—your magic, calls to mine…so you can shield yourself from it in the future. Your dreams, your thoughts are meant to be private, but if they involve me, and they are focused, you can make me feel it at will. Or in this case, accidentally. It’s rare, but I believe that you are a natural Legilimens and a powerful one at that. I’d have blocked you myself but since you barely spoke to me when I was here, I had no reason to think you’d even give me a second thought.”

“You were the center of everyone’s attention for the entire day so please…enlighten me. How would have you suggested I speak with you at length when you were constantly surrounded and bombarded with asinine questions from all directions?”

“Perhaps, but there is a difference between not having the opportunity to speak to someone and pointedly avoiding that person.”

Severus saw that look again but didn’t identify it until tears began to well up in her golden eyes. Lily had that same look when he’d hurled insults at her in a moment of anger. It was an irrevocable mistake that ended their friendship.

“I-I wasn’t avoiding you. I was—I’m…just not very good…with people.” Severus took a deep breath and paused before he spoke again. “I am not well liked to begin with, and the animosity of a few…select individuals, often influences how I interact with those I have no quarrel with. I apologize for that.”

Ella gave him a weak smile and he brushed away the single tear that trailed down her cheek. He berated himself for his behavior, realizing only he would wake with a beautiful, naked witch in his bed and interrogate her to the point of tears instead of taking advantage of the situation. The truth was that Lily was the only witch to ever give him the time of day.

“Now,” Severus said, pushing the thought aside and clearing his throat. “Can you please start at the beginning and explain to me how you came to be in my bed?”

She seemed hesitant to answer and chose her words carefully when she did.

“It’s an extremely advanced form of Legilimency that happens when—well, it just happens…under certain…circumstances. I take it you know that Legilimency is more than “mind reading”?”

Severus nodded then spoke. “A novice can detect current intentions and thoughts. With training, a Legilimens can navigate and interpret past and present memories.”

“That is correct, however, a highly skilled individual can infiltrate and even control another’s mind…and actions, without their knowledge. You are not trained and in this case, your mind naturally sought and connected with mine on a subconscious level while you slept. Your intent, combined with my magic…”

“…Caused to you Apparate to where you were in my dream?” Severus added, logically filling in the blanks and forgetting to be embarrassed about having such an explicit dream.

“More or less. There are different ways to Apparate and as you pointed out when we first met, Hogwarts is carefully warded to prevent Apparation within the school.”

“So how—“

“I’m—” Ella hesitated. “It’s similar to the magic used by house elves.”

Severus considered her words, relaxing a bit more as he did. House elves were non-human, magical creatures bound to answer when called and that magic was older and stronger than the Anti-Apparation Charms in place at the school. They also always know when they’re being called.

“Can…anyone who is thinking or dreaming about you achieve the same…result?” Severus didn’t like the path his thoughts were taking, especially those thoughts which centered around the lewd comments made in the Slytherin common room the night before.

“What? N-no! No one else could have possibly! It is a rare talent and as I am both a Legilimens and an Occlumens, my protective shields are always in place.”

“Obviously not…always.” Severus said, arching one slender black eyebrow suspiciously. He saw her face flush slightly as she drew the covers tighter around her naked body. “Is there something you may have…omitted in your explanation?”

“W-well—I…,” she said looking up at him. “You might have…rather I may have… had you in my thoughts…a bit.”

“Ahh…I…see.” Severus considered her reluctant admission. “So it would appear I am not solely responsible for your arrival?”

“No.” Ella blushed as she continued. “I am partially to blame but in my defense, I really had no reason to believe you would concern yourself…with me. Everyone else went out of their way, too much so, but you…you just barely noticed I was there.”

“I’m afraid I have neither the time, nor the inclination for games. I realize that the decision on who would be chosen for the apprenticeship was likely made before I even arrived at the Great Hall for breakfast that morning, and unlike Potter and Black, I’m neither a fool nor a sycophant. I’m certain your parents were impressed enough by the arrogant prats that they didn’t bother considering anyone else.”

“You are correct. The student was chosen before you arrived.”

Severus felt his heart sink as she confirmed his fears. He wanted to get up and away from her, but she reached for his arm before he had a chance to move.

“I do find it curious though,” Ella said, her amber eyes never leaving his. “Why would you think the decision would be made by my parents?”

“Why?” Severus’ emotions were quickly spiraling out of control. He found himself fighting simultaneous urges to laugh and scream. His voice was low and measured when he finally spoke. “Because despite the absurd unfairness of it, the privileged tend to regard social status and pedigree higher than talent or potential and they use their children as tools to either maintain or increase their own standing. I am not a companion a parent would approve of for their daughter in any capacity. Some things don’t…change.”

Severus stared coldly at her, his face a mask of barely suppressed rage that would have sent anyone else running. He expected her to do exactly that.

Instead, he was caught completely unaware when she leaned up closer to him and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. She paused a moment and kissed him again, this time brushing her lips lightly back and forth across his at the end. She pulled back just barely, and waited.

Severus hesitated, still expecting her to Disapparate at any moment. When she didn’t, he raised a tentative hand to her cheek. When she still did not pull away at his touch, he slowly brought his lips to hers.

He was dreadfully inexperienced but decided to follow her lead. He imitated her kiss, brushing his lips lightly over hers and pausing for her response. The corners of her mouth curled in a shy smile as she returned his kiss, deepening it slightly. Severus responded in kind and was rewarded with her soft sigh of pleasure. Emboldened by the simple gesture, his long fingers traced the line of her jaw, down her throat and along the soft curve of her shoulder, until finally, caressing the nape of her neck.

Ella drew back from the kiss and gazed into his eyes. She stroked his brow, before brushing his black hair back and tenderly tucking it behind his ear. She cupped his face with both hands as she leaned back against the pillows, kissing him again and drawing him down with her. Shifting beneath the covers, Severus turned on his side, bracing himself on one arm and partially covering her body with his. He searched her eyes for direction or hesitation, and saw only warmth…and wonder.

He kissed her again, her lips parting, inviting him in. His tongue teased the soft petal of her bottom lip coaxing hers to join him with tiny, inquisitive strokes. Another soft moan escaped her and her arms slipped around his neck, pulling him closer. Her back arched, and her gently curving breasts brushed against his chest.

His lips never left hers as a feral groan bubbled from deep within him. He thrust forward instinctively, his hardened length straining against the thin fabric of his pajamas and pressing against her bare body. He expected her to stop him, chastise him for going too far, but instead, he felt her slender leg slip over his and her small foot slide along his calf.

He continued kissing her, leaving her lips only to trail kisses across her brow or along her neck. Her hands found their way beneath his shirt and her nails skimmed random patterns down his back from his shoulders to his hips, sending fissures of pleasure down his spine and straight to his throbbing cock.

His kisses changed from tentative to demanding in a few heartbeats. She responded by threading her fingers through his hair and making demands of her own.

He felt her magic rising to the surface, crackling and flowing between them. Then, he felt her trembling. He struggled to calm himself, regain control and gentle their kisses. Her magic subsided slightly and he realized, that he, too, was trembling like a child.

They clung to each other, neither moving and both trying desperately to remember how to breathe. After several moments, Severus rolled onto his back, wrapping his arms around her and tucking her snuggly against him. Her head rested on his shoulder and one leg draped over his thigh. He held her in silence, absently stroking her shoulder and resting his cheek against the top of her head.

“Severus, I’m sorry. I don’t know what I did wrong. I-I’ve never been kissed—“

“Never been kissed?”

“I’ve been kissed, just not…certainly not like…that.”

Severus tensed at the thought of her being kissed by anyone else. “Who kissed you? When?”

“We were ten years old, and he was my best friend, not that it’s really important.”

He was ten when he’d kissed Lily, he loved her then and now and she turned her back on him. She was the only girl he’d ever kissed.

Until now.

Severus tried to make sense of what had just happened, tried to understand why he stopped when he had a beautiful, willing witch in his arms and in his bed. He was lost in his thoughts when she spoke again.

“Severus, is there anything I can do? You look…unhappy?”

He wasn’t unhappy, though he had been truly happy only a few times in his life. How could he possibly explain that to someone like her? Someone whose parents clearly loved and cherished her since the day she was born.

He couldn’t bear her pity…or her inevitable rejection.

“I can’t do this, Ella. It’s not what I want.”

“What do you want?” she asked, quietly.

“What I want doesn’t matter, to anyone. It never really has.”

“It matters to me…”

Severus hugged her and kissed her forehead. She was beautiful and kind and she fit against him as though she were made for him. He wanted her as a friend and more. He wanted her and he wanted to know how it felt to be truly cared for by another human being.

Wanting what he couldn’t have seemed the bane of his existence.

“What I want,” he said, taking a deep breath. “What I want is to make love to you. Passionately, repeatedly and frequently. I expect that neither of us has any…practical experience and that is the crux, is it not? Your first time should be unforgettable and with someone who knows everything that pleases you. What I want is to explore you completely. To know every curve, every nuance of your body and your mind and your heart, so that when we…consummate the relationship, there would be no doubt in either of our minds that you belong to me and I to you.

“What I do not want is to make a fumbling and premature attempt, leaving you disappointed, and myself embarrassed. Nor do I wish to take advantage of the situation and awkwardly take you now, only to see you accompanied by someone else—by anyone else—next term. Merlin help me if that person turns out to be Potter!“

“Severus, I still have no idea who this Potter person is but it makes no difference. The decision was made the moment we arrived. It was the person standing in the astronomy tower watching us when Dumbledore came to meet us—“

“Dumbledore…bloody hell! I have to meet him in fifteen minutes,” Severus said noticing the time. He jumped out of bed, frantically taking off his pajamas and jerking on his shirt and trousers.

“Severus—“

“No time.”

“Severus! Just stop!”

Severus stopped and gave her an angry glare.

“Please hold still for a moment,” she said, slipping on his discarded pajama shirt. She stood and put her arms around his neck and kissed him tenderly. Severus wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him.

“Better?” she asked when he released her.

“Yes, but I still have to dress and—” Severus stopped in mid-sentence, realizing he was already completely dressed, perfectly so, and ready to walk out the door. “How did you do that?”

“I’ll show you the next time I see you. Good luck with the Headmaster,” she said, handing him his wand.

“Thank you.” Severus headed for the door, took two steps, paused and turned back to her. “Did you say you…chose the person…watching from the…astronomy tower?”

“Yes,” she said smiling. “Why else would I have been sitting at the Slytherin table waiting for you when you came in?”

“Oh…I…see.” His face was unreadable as he unlocked the wards and opened the door. “Will you be here when I return?”

“No. I have to go, but you’ll see me again.”

Severus nodded and quietly closed the door as he left.

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A/N: This is a WIP with more of Snape's final year as a student at Hogwarts and his "education" beyond, how and when he took the Dark Mark, how he survived his double life, and most importantly, how he came to be the sexy bad boy you just can't resist. I also promise you a happy ending post DH...so stay tuned!
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