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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 33: Reconciliation and Revelations
About an hour later, Dumbledore bid them both a cheerful "adieu" and, helping himself to some of Snape’s floo powder, disappeared back through the flames to his own office. Severus waited a few seconds, as if assuring himself that the old man’s eyes and ears were no longer privy to the sights and sounds of the room before he stalked over to stand and stare at Helena, while shaking his head in disbelief.
"I can not believe," he began, raising his head to gaze down at her with a look that was a mixture of admiration and amazement, "that you actually had the gall to ask him whether or not we could continue to see each other."
She raised her own eyebrows and laughed merrily. "Really? Why not? What on earth did I have to lose?" She leaned back against the sofa, drawing up her legs underneath her and simultaneously undoing the tie on the robe, allowing the front to fall partially open.
Snape’s mouth twitched slightly, and for just a moment it looked as if he would join her on the couch. Then, he gathered control of himself again and continued to glare down at her with mock irritation.
"And since he obviously was planning on asking me to serve as a spy for him, I saw no reason not to ask for something in return," she finished, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly.
"After all," she continued, rolling her eyes, "don’t tell me that Lucius wouldn’t happily serve both of our heads on a plate to Voldemort if he had evidence that we were really loyal to Dumbledore, despite those fashionable little brands adorning our forearms."
Snape’s eyes glimmered, and he bent down over her, placing his arms on either side of her head.
"Actually, Helena, that is not an exaggeration of what would happen. Remember, you have not yet been to a real Death Eater’s meeting."
He continued to look down at her, his face pale and drawn, and his eyes suddenly hollow. "I assure you, I have seen the Dark Lord very happily contemplating the sight of a disloyal servant’s severed head and dismembered body-with the genitals given especial attention. All the parts carefully and proudly displayed before him in triumph by another, ‘faithful’ colleague."
Helena found herself shivering involuntarily for a moment. Then, a moment later, her self-control had returned and she gazed back up at him. "So, I am to risk both our lives, and probably the lives of my family and friends in this venture. But, you think it’s too much of me to ask in return that I at least have the satisfaction of occasionally sharing your bed without worrying if I’m going to be summarily expelled?"
He chuckled. "No. But, I confess, I didn’t think he’d agree to it so readily." He shifted position and sank into the cushion beside her.
"Hmm," she drew back and gazed at him suspiciously. "Or are you disappointed?"
"What?" he questioned, lightly running his fingertips along the arm she had stretched out along the top of the couch.
"Perhaps you’re already tired of me. Or, will it be no fun trysting with me in secret, now that we have gained the approval of the Headmaster? Will everything be too dull and boring now?"
His lips twitched again, and a second later Helena was drawing in a quick breath as his warm hand thrust underneath the fabric of the robe and began to caress her soft, white skin. "I am sure that, between the two of us," he murmured, leaning towards her and placing his lips against her neck as she arched backwards, "that we can continue to find other ways to ‘spice up’ our lovemaking."
Her head suddenly moved back down. "Lovemaking?" she repeated.
He looked up at her with a sneer. "Fucking or having sex," he corrected. His lips moved back up and covered hers for a moment. "If you still prefer those terms," he said quietly, his black eyes staring directly into hers.
She shrugged again as his hands went to her shoulders and pushed the robe off of her arms. Her own hands were on his shirt, pulling it out of the black trousers and then quickly returning to undo his fly and pull his pants and underwear out of the way.
"Whatever you want to call it," she replied, lying back against the cushions and spreading her legs wide to take him in. "Just don’t stop doing it," she groaned, as he thrust in.
"Never," he assured her, as his arms reached under her and he felt her legs wrap around her. "After all," he whispered in her ear as he began to move in and out. "You ARE mine now, aren’t you?"
She moaned softly, but gave no other reply. He stopped and raised his hands to her hair and, entwining his fingers in the long strands, turned her face back to his.
"Aren’t you?" he asked again.
She stared up at him and brought her own hands up to lovingly trace his lips for a moment. And then she closed her eyes and whispered, "Yes."
Her breath shuddered as he began to thrust again.
"Oh, yes," she repeated. "I am yours." She arched her back again and moved her hands up under his shirt and began to gently rake up and down his back. "But, are you mine?" she challenged, raising her hands to his shoulders as he raised himself up to support himself on his elbows.
His black eyes gleamed down at her for a moment before he leaned down to kiss her again. He felt her arms wrap around him as she held him tightly against her. She sucked hungrily on his tongue and then drew back in another moan as suddenly pulled away.
"Yes," he whispered, dipping his head so that his lips were right next to her ear. "I am yours."
And then there was nothing to be heard in the room but soft moans, heavy breathing and the low, creaking sound of the leather as they surrendered to their passion.
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A few hours later, Helena awoke to find she was still lying on the couch, covered with a warm, soft blanket. Severus was just finishing wrapping a long scarf, with alternating stripes of black, silver and green around his neck.
"Off to the Quidditch match I see?" she yawned, snuggling down further into the cushions.
"Yes," he answered shortly.
"No reason to be snippy," she teased, knowing that the Gryffindors were favored to win. "After all, Potter might not be at his best today. Particularly considering the fact that his detention with you meant he didn’t get to his practice session this week," she added with a grin.
"I thought you were in the infirmary all week," he snapped.
"Yes, but news about who’s unfortunate enough to be stuck with a detention with you is always a hot topic in the common rooms, no matter what their House affiliation," she explained. "And, of course, the Ravenclaws were quite delighted. Since we got beaten by Gryffindor, our only hope of staying in the hunt for the Quidditch Cup is for Slytherin to beat them," she added.
"Then why not come and watch the game?" he muttered, pulling on a pair of warm gloves. "For once, the ‘Outwardly Ravenclaw’ but ‘Secretly Slytherin’ witch can cheer for her rightful house without drawing attention to herself."
She shook her head. "Actually, I hate Quidditch. I have little enthusiasm for the game even if the weather is nice. Much less when it’s bloody freezing outside." She giggled. "Of course, I might change my mind if I could sit next to you and help to keep you warm," she teased.
"Somehow, I doubt that would fall under Albus’ definition of discreet," he observed.
"Probably not," she admitted, with a sigh. "Interesting to see how many of the players would fall off of their brooms at the sight, though," she wondered.
He snorted. "Undoubtedly, Madam Pomfrey would find herself with a ward full of patients."
She nodded. "Oh, by the way-"she began.
Snape had been moving towards the wall, preparing to leave when he turned back and regarded her impatiently. "Yes?"
"Pomfrey knows about us too," she admitted quietly, her eyes carefully trained at the far end of the couch. For, at the moment, she didn’t feel like daring to look him in the eyes.
"I see."
A long silence followed.
She finally raised her eyes and saw that he was leaning back, eyes closed, against the wall.
"Perhaps," he began, opening his eyes to glare at her, "it would be easier for us to keep a list of the relatively few people who are not aware of our involvement," he suggested, his silky voice dripping with sarcasm.
"I’m sorry," she said, shrugging her shoulders. "But apparently I did mutter something about you while I was being treated-"
There was a snort of disgust from his direction.
"Not helped," she continued, her own voice taking on just a hint of iciness, "by the fact that she had already taken a look at my body BEFORE your visit, and found you had done a little ‘makeover’ when you had the chance?"
"Oh." There was just a touch of chagrin in his own voice.
"Too clever by half?" she suggested, her smile smug and cheerful.
He grimaced and was silent for a few more moments. "But, she didn’t tell Albus?" he added, amazement in his voice.
"No." She wrapped her arms around herself. "I think she didn’t want to mess up my Mediwitch admission. And she said that, since we were both sneaky and underhanded, we probably deserved each other."
"I see," he repeated, with a short laugh. "And just what do you intend to do while I am out watching the game?"
"Oh, I still have lots of homework to catch up on," she assured him. "And, if I get that finished, maybe I’ll start drafting my reply to Mr. Malfoy’s letter."
"Have fun," he replied, shaking his head.
"You too," she called out after him.
She watched the door close behind him and then kicked the covers off of her. Actually, she mused, there was something else she could be doing……
If she hurried, maybe she could catch Lewis before he headed out to the match. And convince him of what she needed him to do for her.
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