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I awakened the next morning with the worst headache I think
I�d ever had. And my neck hurt
too. I tried to open my eyes, but it
was too bright in the room. I stretched
up and rubbed my eyes, trying once again to open them. This time, I succeeded, despite the
incredible brightness of the morning.
Where the fuck was I? Oh god, I
was on the floor of the living room.
And I was nude. as aas already
hot in the house, so I wasn�t too concerned about being nude, except that I
couldn�t remember how I got that way.
And then I noticed two other things, both of which made me freak out �
one was Amanda, also on the floor, also nude, but very much asleep. The other was a man, also nude, also asleep
on the floor. I closed my eyes, trying
desperately to remember what had happened last night. I had never had a memory lapse caused by alcohol before, but
then, I�d never drunk quite so much before.
God. I held my head and tried to
stand up. My sch dch did flip-flops and
I wobbled over to the bathroom to pee and throw up, not necessarily in that
order. I rinsed my mouth and then
brushed my teeth, finding some extra-strength Tylenol in the medicine cupboard
and popping three. Who was that man on
the floor? Some part of my brain told
me that it was Snape, but the rational part of my brain kept telling me that it
wasn�t possible. One of my cats walked
up to me and wrapped himself around my leg, reminding me that it was time to
feed the cats. I stumbled back to the
living room and found my panties, putting them on and then putting on my
jeans. Where was my shirt? No clue.
I headed into the kitchen, topless, and fed the cats, putting down three
bowls of wet food and a new bowl of fresh water. All three cats came immediately and began eating. I sat down at the kitchen table and thought
for a moment. Coffee. I didn�t drink it any more, but the other
two would probably want some. I made a
pot of coffee for them and a mug of decaf for me, wishing once again that I
could drink regular coffee. Then I
headed into my bedroom to find a t-shirt.
Once in there, though, I decided that a shower would probably make the
most sense, so I stripped again and headed into the master bathroom for a
shower. I regulated the water, and
stepped into the shower, letting the cool water wash the pain and cobwebs from
my head. A few minutes into my shower,
however, my reverie and pleasure were interrupted by the shower door
opening. It was� yes, it was Snape. There was no question now, despite my brain
screaming that this wasn�t possible. He
was still nude and he stepped into the shower with me as though it were the
most normal thing in the world for him to be there. Then he looked down at me, the water streaming down my body, and
without saying a thing, he bent to kiss me.
I noticed that he must have brushed his teeth as well, as his breath was
minty. Good move, I thought, my head
still threatening to split in two from my hangover. Within moments, though, all thoughts of fresh breath were shoved
aside by Snape pushing me up against the wall of the shower, his newly erect
cock just brushing at the entrance to my vagina. His mouth went hungril my my nipples, the water pouring down on
us as he gave a quick thrust and pushed into me. I gasped with the heat of him, a sharp contrast to the cool water
on my face and back, and the cold tiles I was up against. He held me there, my legs wrapped around him
as he fucked me, hard, up against the shower wall. I came first, hard, and then he came a minute or two later, my
second orgasm pounding through me as he pounded into me. I gasped, almost inhaling water, as he held
me there against the wall. And then he
released me, sliding out of me and letting me touch ground again. He reached for the soap, washing himself
quickly and then reached for the shampoo.
I waited for him to finish, washing myself while he washed his hair and
then rinsed. I rinsed and then he left
the shower, closing the door behind him.
And he hadn�t said a word to me.
Not one � not even �good morning.�
I sighed and shampooed my hair, wondering if Amanda were still
asleep. I watched him towel off, and
then wrap the towel around his waist.
He stood and watched while I towelled off and finished my morning
rituals � deodorant, hair care, skin care, etc. I wondered what he was waiting for. Finally, just as I was heading into my bedroom, he spoke.

�My
clothing� where is it?� Ah, that�s what
he wanted.

�I�ll find
you some shorts and a t-shirt. You
might be here for a bit and your clothing won�t fit in very well. Anyway, it�ll be too hot,� I added, heading
naked to my closet to find some more of Sam�s clothing for him. As I stood there, naked, he watched me and
it was almost as though just the sight of a nude, female body was too much for
him. He couldn�t look without wanting
to touch. I remembered what he�d said
before we�d had dinner yesterday � about how could we be sure he�d find us
attractive, about how he wasn�t that desperate, and I smiled as he reached for
my breasts once again. Liar.

My head was still pounding from the hangover, but when he
stood behind me, cupping my breasts and pressing his body up against me, I
found I didn�t much mind having a headache.
I felt him bend to kiss my neck, his newly erect cock pressup
up
against my bum and I sighed.

�I thought
you wanted some clothes?� I asked and he bit me gently on the shoulder.

�I do�� he
replied. And then he turned me around,
manhandling me over to the bed, and pushing me down on it. �Later.�
I wondered at his stamina and his ability to drink as he hovered over
me, his hands on my breasts and his cock bobbing in front of him. Didn�t he have a hangover? And where was Amanda? Surely she should be up already�

�Was Amanda
up when you got up?� I asked and he shot me a nasty look.

�Must you
chatter?� he snapped, his hands reaching further down my body and two fingers
finding their way inside of me. A third
finger found my clit and began a slow, deadly motion that threatened to drive
me insane.

�Uh�� was
all I could say at that point and he raised an eyebrow. He bent to kiss me then, his lips hard
against mine and his tongue thrusting into my mouth al vio violently. Then he slid down my body, lining up his
cock with my cunt and slowly, slowly he thrust himself into me. I sighed and wriggled as he continued to
stroke my clit, his hand between us, and his cock moved every so slowly in and
out of me. And then he surprised
me. He snapped his fingers, almost
involuntarily, and black ribbons shot out of the bedstead to wrap around my
wrists, binding me to the bed. �What
the fuck?!� I exclaimed and he suddenly grinned, an expression I found almost
evil on his sallow, long-nosed face.

�Ah. It seems my magic is not quite useless
here. It�s erratic, at best, but not
completely gone,� he murmured and his assault on my body continued at it�s
inexorably slow pace. And then he
kissed me again, his mouth mashing against mine � it was not so much a kiss as
a blow, the force of his passion almost painful. His thrusting increased in speed, his fingers almost flying
against my clit, until I came with such force that I screamed into his mouth as
he kissed me. I think that was what he
wanted. I struggled against my bonds,
trying to free myself to grab him, to flail somehow as a way of dealing with
the overwhelming feelings within me, but I couldn�t loosen the magical bonds at
all. It wasn�t fair! He wasn�t supposed to be able to do magic
here � it could be really dangerous!
And then my mind went blank as another wave of orgasm swept over me,
making my headache pound with every increased heartbeat. It was almost more than I could handle. His rhythm increased yet again, his hips
moving faster and faster as his cock drilled into me; I came again and again under
his ministrations, finally panting and almost begging him to finish so I could
rest. And in the end, he didn�t have a
choice � he couldn�t continue even if he�d wanted to. His face screwed up in an expression of both pleasure and pain,
and he came with a huge groan, collapsing on top of me. I groaned as well, trying to move my hands
to put them around his heaving shoulders, but I couldn�t! I couldn�t, dammit!

�Let me
go!� I hissed at him in his ear. He
chuckled.

�Now why
would I do that?� he murmured back.

�Well, I
can�t get you clothes this way,� I suggested, trying to regain my breath and
composure.

�True,� he
agreed, rolling off of me and stroking my breast idly with one hand, his chest
still heaving. �But perhaps the
advantages of having you like this outweigh the disadvantages.�

�Dammit,
let me go!� I yelled, struggling against my bonds.

�Very
well,� he sighed. He snapped his
fingers but nothing happened. �Where is
my wand?� He got up, heading into the
other room to look for his wand. I
heard him trip over something and Amanda groan, and then he swore loudly. Something fell and I wondered what it was �
it actually sounded like something broke, and I hoped that Amanda was all
right. Then a cat snarled loudly, like
it had been stepped on or something and I closed my eyes, wishing this were
over already. I wanted to get back to
my normal life already. I could feel
his semen seeping out of me onto my clean comforter and sighed. Well, I�d have to wash it. Crap.
I tried to move, working at the bonds around my wrists, but I was stuck
� on my bed, naked. At least it was
warm in the bedroom. Snape stumbled
back into the room, his wand in one hand.

�Bloody
cats,� he muttered and I rolled my eyes.
He pointed his wand at my wrists and tried a spell to remove the
bonds. It didn�t work. �For Merlin�s sake,� he exclaimed and then
tried again. He tried twelve times and
on the final time, it worked. My wrists
were freed from his magical bonds. I
sat up, rubbing at my wrists and glared at him.

�I�m
thinking we shouldn�t try that again,� I suggested, heading back to the
bathroom to clean up.

�Perhaps
you�re right,� he agreed, standing nude in the middle of the bedroom as I used
the bathroom. I came back in and went
to the closet, picking out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt (black and blue this
time) for him. He shrugged into the
shirt first, leaving him naked from the waist down, which was an interesting
view. For some reason, I was obsessed
with looking at his cock. I just couldn�t
get enough of it. He stepped into the
shorts and held them up, as they were several sizes too big around the
waist.

�Here,� I
said, handing him a belt. He looked at
it for a minute, as if considering other possible uses for it, before threading
it through his belt loops and cinching it closed. �There�s coffee in the kitchen if you want some.� He nodded and left the room without another
word. I sighed, wondering how long he�d
be stuck in our universe, and then found some shorts and a t-shirt of my own to
put on.

When I got to the kitchen, Amanda was sitting on a chair in her
clothing from yesterday, drinking a cup of coffee and holding her head.

�You� you
don�t have any aspirin, do you?� she whispered and I smiled.

�I do� hold
on, I�ll get it for you,� I whispered back and she nodded briefly, before
obviously deciding that it hurt too much.
�Why don�t you go to your bedroom and pull the curtains, and I�ll bring
you some aspirin and some water?� She
smiled weakly at me, picking up her cup of coffee and heading slowly down the
hall to her bedroom. Snape was sitting
at the kitchen table, reading a newspaper he�d obviously found in the mail
slot. I left him there to get Amanda
her aspirin and water.

�Are you
okay?� she whispered to me as I helped to tuck her into bed.

�Yeah. Just
the worst headache in a long while but I�ll be okay. You look awful though,� I said and she frowned.

�That�s not
very nice.�

�You know
what I mean. I don�t think you�ve ever
drunk that much before, have you?�

�No. I haven�t.
I can�t believe I don�t have alcohol poisoning. I mean, I feel like I might,� she said,
sitting up to take the aspirin. She
sipped her water.

�Drink it
all. You�re dehydrated too. And if you can handle it, you should take
some vitamin B,� I said and she grimaced.
�I didn�t think so. I�ll come
back in about an hour, okay?�

�I should
be out there with you,� she said, struggling to get out of bed and then she
fell back down with a whimper. �Oh��

�Just lie
there. It�ll get better soon, I
promise. And then you can join us,� I
said, patting her gently. She sighed
and lay back down. �Good. I�ll look in on you soon.�

�Don�t let
him get to you,� she murmured and I smiled.
Good advice. I closed the door
behind me and went back to the kitchen to reheat the cup of decaf I�d made for
myself earlier.

�You muggles
have the most ridiculous news,� Snape said disgustedly, closing the paper with
a violent gesture.

�Why? What�s so ridiculous about it? It�s just news,� I said, putting the mug in
the microwave and turning it on.

�What is
that?� he asked, pointing to the microwave.

�Oh,� I
said. �I�m just nuking my coffee. It got cold.�

�That is
nuclear? How is that possible?� he
demanded.

�No,
no. It works on microwaves � they
vibrate the molecules of the food and make it hotter. It�s interesting technology��

�Ah. No, no, it�s not. Magic is much safer and more practical than anything you muggles
could possible invent,� he said, dismissing the microwave and everything in the
kitchen with a wave of his hand.

�Yeah,
well, you�ll have to deal with it while you�re here �cause there aren�t a lot
of alternatives,� I snapped, going to the fridge to get some cream. �Do you want some breakfast?� I wasn�t hungry at all � in fact, my stomach
was still churning from my hangover.
But I�d feed him if he wanted it.

< �Perhaps. Toast, bacon � crisp, and eggs would be
acceptable,� he said and I sighed.

�I have the
toast, no bacon, but I can do the eggs.
Fried okay?�

�Very
well. Toast and eggs, scrambled.�

�Jam?�

�Marmalade?�

�Sure, I
can do that. But I have homemade
apricot and homemade blueberry jam too,� I said and he frowned.

�You make
your own jam?�

�Sometimes. Marmalade is too complex for me to bother
with, though. These are easier.� I looked in the fridge, taking out the food
necessary to cook him breakfast and then set the table for him. I got out the pan and put it on the stove,
turning he hhe heat.

�How
difficult you make it for yourselves,� he sneered and I sighed.

�Look, if
you keep insulting me, you won�t get any breakfast at all. I don�t work well when the person I�m
cooking for keeps putting me down,� I suggested. �So, how long do you think
it�ll be before you�re missed and someone comes looking for you?�

�Why? Sick of me already, are you?� he
snapped.

�Sure, why
not? That�s what I meant, yeah. I�ve only fucked you twice this morning
already and numerous times last night, but yeah, sure, I�m sick of you
already. Right.� I rolled my eyes and turned to my eggs,
scrambling them with a fork. The
toaster popped up and I checked the bread � still too light. Down it went for another sunbath. �I�m just wondering. Geez, chill out.�

�Chill
out. What a quaint expression.� He got up to pour another cup of coffee for
himself and emptied the pot. He shook
it slightly and then looked at me, holding it.
�It�s empty.�

�I
noticed.� I poured the eggs into the
fry pan. He looked at me accusingly.

�Re-fill
it. I want more.�

�So make
some more coffee. Who�s stopping you?�
I snapped, tending my eggs and grabbing the toast as it popped up again. I knew he couldn�t make coffee for himself,
but I was getting tired of his attitude.

�I cannot
and you know it. I don�t know how to
work your� muggle technology.� He
frowned at me and put down the coffee pot, slinking back to his chair with his half
full cup of coffee.

�I�ll make
some more in a second, okay? I�m a bit
busy here,� I said, dishing up his eggs and placing his plate in front of
him. �Salt, pepper, Tabasco?�

�What?�
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