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Eye of the Beholder	By : BlueSchmoo Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3725 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 35. A New Dawn Begins

Sasha woke to utter pitch-blackness, and the sound of vigorous snoring. She had no idea what time it was, and her right arm was numb from the elbow on down, since it was caught under Snape�s shoulder and neck. She was not too sure if she should be happy at the intimate memories of last night, grateful that the nightmarish evening spent in Lucius�s Hell was over, or frustrated because she could no longer feel her arm. She decided on the latter, and tried very slowly to remove it without waking the sleeping man beside her. This was hard to do, as she literally had no feeling in it.

Once her arm was extracted, she very slowly and silently slipped from the bed and groped her way towards the bathroom. She could still hear Snape snoring, and realized he was probably as exhausted as she was. Finding the bathroom in the dark, she entered and closed the door before turning on the light. Relieving herself, then taking one of the washcloths and cleaning her face, she stared at herself in the mirror.

She could not believe what had transpired in the past 24 hours. She was still alive, most importantly. She admitted that her plan to polymorph into Lucius, then subdue him was rather ambitious, and it did not go exactly as she had planned. However, the end result was that they had made it through the hellish evening, and Snape had not revealed himself to be working for both sides. That was the good side. She had no idea what Lucius would think, or if he would remember anything of the evening. She did not want to think about that. Just as she and Snape were working things out between them, she wanted to focus on the positive.

She narrowed her eyes and looked more intently at her reflection in the mirror. By habit, she tried to visually stare past the scar along her face, avoiding the reminder of how ugly she was under the stark lights. She forced herself to look at the hated puckering and redness of the tissues. Disgusting. The sight of it still revolted her. Flashes of Snape�s words came back to haunt her� �There are many more beautiful women here at Hogwarts than you�". Perhaps so, but she did not care anymore. She knew Snape could look past her disfigurement, and frankly, all she wanted was just for it to fade � even slightly � and she would be happy.

With a small thrill, she realized today was the day. The potion was completed, and today she would find out if it worked or not. She just had to apply it, and wait. It was funny � in some ways she did not feel like she was ready for this, while in others she could not wait. She sighed, and shook her head. So much had happened in the past month, she felt a bit overwhelmed. Deal with the small things, and the rest will fall into place, she told herself. She needed a shower first and foremost, as she was now wide-awake and eager to start the day.

Sasha walked over to the shower and brushing aside the curtain, she stepped in. Turning on the tap, she felt the cold water hit her like a slap. It stung it was so cold, but quickly warmed up, allowing her to finally relax. As she soaped herself, she could not help but think back to the evening before, and what she and Severus had done. A blush crossed her cheeks, followed by a slow smile of happiness. Even the soreness between her legs was worth it. She briefly wondered if it would feel like that every time.

Just as she was dunking her head under the shower, she heard the curtains part, and Snape enter the shower behind her. She turned and looked up at him, suddenly shy after her wanton behaviour of the evening before. Snape was staring down at her, but did not say anything. He turned her around, slowly taking her face between his hands and kissed her, long and deep. A sigh of desire escaped her throat at the pleasure he brought to her.

She opened her mouth to speak, but he silenced her with a finger across her lips, and a shake of his head. Severus was still so much an enigma to her it kept her wondering what she was doing there with him. Reaching forward he grasped her by the shoulders and gently turned her around. She heard him reach for something, then his hands were in her hair, massaging shampoo into her scalp in relaxing, rhythmic motions. His hands were so gentle but firm and the feeling was exquisite. Sasha relaxed into this rare and wonderful moment, allowing Snape to work his magic on her.

He pushed her head forward under the running water, rinsing out the shampoo until her hair was absolutely clean. Once all the suds were out, he let her turn around again, facing him in the hazy mist. She smiled up at him, and he reached forward with a finger, tracing the scar down her face.

"Today we will find out if it worked or not," he said, referring to their potion. She smiled up at him, and reaching for his hand, she brought it up and kissed his wet palm in response, her tongue flicking at the sensitive skin there. She reached for the soap, and still not saying anything, she began to lather the bar between her hands. With a mischievous smile on her face, she reached for Snape, starting at his chest, and massaging his body, eventually moving lower, a specific purpose in mind. Snape closed his eyes in relaxation, letting Sasha feel his body, her hands caressing his chest and stomach.

Unbidden, he started to feel aroused, even after their previous evening of lovemaking. Sasha could not help but notice his erection start to swell at her touch, and she smiled in appreciation. She took his member in her hands and with slow, antagonizing strokes, she started to pump him, up and down, letting her hand feel every ridge and bump of him. Snape�s face grimaced, as if in pain, but his groan of delight contradicted this. The soap made her motions very smooth and easy, and soon he was grabbing her hands, guiding them to the rhythm he needed. He quickened the pace, letting her know he was ready and excited for her.

Emboldened by his moves, Sasha felt a jolt of power and control that she had never felt before. She was awed that Snape would let her touch him so intimately, teaching her what he wanted � what he needed. Spontaneously, she knelt down in the shower, letting the water hit her back as she took his length into her mouth. At Snape�s sudden intake of breath, she felt an incredible swell of power, and she slowly started to suck on him, as he instructed her before.

"Yes," Snape moaned, "that�s it, slowly," he instructed, letting her know what he wanted at the moment. She kept up her movements, trying as best as she could to please him, until he was moaning in unreleased desire.

"Harder!" he commanded, "Sasha, suck me harder!" he demanded through clenched teeth. Snape was shaking now, on the verge of release, when he grabbed her head in both of his hands, guiding himself forcefully into her mouth. Sasha loved his loss of control, and she tried to keep up with his motions; his hands guiding her on the back of her head. She ran her tongue across his shaft, flicking it sporadically on his head, making him groan in delight. Snape pumped faster and faster, losing all control. Grabbing her hair, he forced her head back, and his member out of her mouth as he came, spraying much of her face and neck. Looking down he watched as her open mouth and tongue tried to catch some of his spray, and the image made him groan in delight, his orgasmic spasms constricting harder at the image. God he loved it seeing her want him so badly. It made him feel so desired, so needed, so�loved�

As the waves of pleasure passed for Snape, he slumped against the shower wall, tenderly stroking Sasha�s hair and face, letting her know his love for her without having to say so. She held his flat stomach against her face and chest, accepting his unspoken gift of love.

Eventually he lifted her up by the forearms, holding her securely in his tight embrace. She stayed there, holding him, and letting the mutual feelings of love, comfort and satisfaction flow between them. Eventually Snape moved her backwards, and looked at her with the most tender of expressions.

She smiled back, but was eager to get out of the shower, and on with the day.

"I am going to go get dressed," she said. I will meet you back here for breakfast, then�" she hinted at the excitement of testing out the potion, and Snape nodded once in understand. He too was curious if they had succeeded or not.

With a loud smack on her bottom, from Snape and a squeal of surprise from Sasha, she stepped from the shower, allowing him to finish cleaning up.

By the time she was dressed, Snape was out of the shower, and had reversed the charms on the potions doors, allowing her to leave back to the Ravenclaw dormitories. They agreed to meet back in the lab in an hour.
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