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After Party	By : pittwitch Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > General Views: 19051 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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For Ccino, as a thank you for the marvelous birthday present. I know this has been bugging the daylights out of you.

Natalie chose to stay sitting while the others amended their scrolls, her upper lip curled into a dissatisfied sneer. Not even Snape dared to approach her. Finally, the others finished charming the scrolls, and returned to their seats. Natalie seemed oblivious to all those surrounding her. Suddenly, her face brightened, and she coughed to garner the others� attention.
�It seems to me that two people amongst us have quite the advantage in this contest.� She stated coolly, arching one eyebrow as she cast a quick glance in Snape�s direction.
�Who�s that, Natalie?� Alexei wondered allowed, trying to remember if he did anything to give himself an advantage. Ana cocked her head at her friend curiously.
�I believe the Headmaster and Professor McGonagall had the liberty of reading all the scrolls before they joined the game.� A wicked grin now graced her face.
�I believe you are correct, Miss Richmond.� Albus� eyes twinkled in anticipation.
�Indeed.� Snape concurred, crossing his arms over his chest to stare questioningly at the Headmaster.
�How can we even the playing field then?� Tonks piped up.
�Well �� Started Remus. �Since they�ve already read our lists, I supposed we should be allowed to read theirs.�
McGonagall spun to stare at her former student in astonishment.
�Or, dey could agree to an oblivee-ate.� Ana sniffed primly.
�You can�t do that Ana. They need their memories.� Tonks protested.
�No, I cannot. But I be-leaf Natalie ees quite geef-ted with memory spells.�
�Ana! I cannot guarantee that I could only take that one memory!� Natalie protested indignantly.
�We could place the memories into Albus� pensieve.� Minerva offered.
�I have no problem with everyone reading my list.� Dumbledore grinned madly at his partner, whose lips pursed into a prim, thin line, clearly indicating her disapproval.
�A vote then?� Snape countered.
�Yes, a vote sounds fair.� Remus reinforced.
Alexei rolled his eyes at Natalie. �Nice diversion.� He thought with a smirk. �All in favor of allowing the Headmaster and Professor McGonagall to secure their memories in a pensieve? By show of hands, please.�
Remus, Tonks, Alexei, Albus and Minerva raised their hands, leaving Natalie, Ana and Snape opposed.
�Majority rules.� Clipped Minerva, relieved. �Shall we proceed to your office?�
She looked at Albus, and motioned to the door. Everyone rose to follow the elder couple. Natalie whispered something to Ana as she passed, who merely nodded, and slid her arm into the crook of Alexei�s elbow. Natalie hung back, waiting for everyone to exit in front of her. Snape made to place his hand on the small of her back to guide her out the door. As everyone turned to head for the Headmaster�s office, she proceeded in the opposite direction, stopping one step up from Severus, smiling.
�Ana will insure for me that the appropriate memories are removed to the pensieve. Care to accompany me to the Astronomy Tower, Professor?�
She lowered her voice nearly a full octave with her question. Snape�s most beloved appendage rose to the occasion. Natalie leered at the glimmer in Snape�s eyes.
�I have quite the problem. I could use your input.� She continued suggestively wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue.
�Really? Perhaps my input and ideas are too rigid for your more relaxed Beauxbatons� standards.� He smirked, his lip curling in delight.
�I should certainly hope that your input would meet my stiff requirements, Professor.� She grinned, a glint of playfulness flashing in her eyes. �After all, if I wanted a limp-wristed opinion, surely I wouldn�t ask you, now would I?�
Snape snorted out loud at her last statement�s implications. �Damn, this witch is something else.�
�Indeed not.� He countered, biting back a chortle. �Lead on, Mistress Richmond.� He stepped onto the moving staircase beside her, his hand resting ever so lightly on the small of back.
They walked out into the shadows of the late afternoon. Natalie strode purposefully to the edge of the parapet, and stared down. Severus hung back just a bit.
�Do you really come up here every morning?� He asked, curiosity rising.
�Yes. It reminds of the Widow�s walk at home.� She answered him absent-mindedly.
�A widow�s walk?� Snape moved closer to her now.
�My mother�s family house is on a very lonely island. It is three stories high. At the top is a patio of sorts, where the woman would go to watch and wait for their sailor men to return home. Many times, the sea would claim their men, and the widows were left to walk, watch and mourn their losses.�
�Ah, a widow�s walk.� Snape seemed lost for a moment, imagining what one would look like.
�I first transformed to an eagle from that widow�s walk.� She said, a hint of sadness edging her voice.
�How?� Snape asked, again his curiosity gaining the upper hand.
�My father threw me off.� She stated it bluntly. �It was fly or die.�
�WHAT?� He blustered, outraged. Natalie refused to turn to look at him.
�I was ten years old.�
Snape�s fury grew to a raging inferno. �Who the hell could be so cruel as to throw their own child off a roof?� He snorted out loud at his own thoughts. �Your father.� He answered himself. �At least that never crossed his mind.� Not knowing what to say, he merely embraced the witch from behind, nestling her head under his chin. She kept going, somehow needing to vent.
�It has taken me nearly 25 years to master that transformation. I could never do it before now without absolutely needing to fly to save my own ass.�
Snape�s arms tightened around her. They stood silently looking out over the grounds of the school, each lost in their own thoughts of unhappy childhoods. Slowly, Natalie came back to herself, and began to press backwards into his groin. Snape�s member regained consciousness before his mind. Natalie bent down to kiss his hands holding her so protectively.
�At least I�m relatively sure you�re not going to toss me off the tower to see if I really can fly.� She chuckled, wriggling her backside against his erection.
�Certainly not.� He sniped, leaning into her neck and nuzzling at her ear with his nose.
�And, just so we�re clear. I don�t give a rat�s ass what Albus says about that spying old auror. He is not what he seems to be. And, if he flicks his snake-y tongue at me one more time, I swear I�ll show him my serpent side and bite his good leg.� She grumped, quite irritated.
�Are you a poisonous serpent?� Snape asked, between nibbles of her earlobe.
�Indeed.� She moaned softly as his lips and teeth traveled softly down her neck.
�Then I shall hold him down for you, and deny knowing the antidote.�
Natalie threw her head back against him, opening her neck for him, laughing heartily.
�My knight in coal black armor.� She joked.
�At your service, my lady.� He murmured against her skin.
Deftly, she spelled the door closed, and locked, before spinning into him, and wrapping her arms around his waist. He lowered his lips to hers locking her into a kiss full of desire, lust, passion and a hint of affection. Natalie moaned into his mouth, sending delightful tiny pulses of electricity racing along his nerve endings straight to his groin.
�I believe you requested my input for a particular problem of yours.�
�Yes, quite a sticky problem at the moment.� She answered as her fingers strayed to his buttons. She dropped his cloak to the stones, and then tossed hers on top of his as well. Sinking to her knees, she buried her face in his crotch and inhaled deeply.
�How do you always manage to smell so good?� She asked.
�Magic.�
He growled as he to sank to his knees in front of her, then to his back, pulling her on top of him as his hands free-ranged all over her body, claiming her as his, if only for the moment. Natalie writhed on top of him, her need greater than a physical reaction at the moment. She needed to erase her depressing thoughts, and suspicions, and well-hidden fears. Snape was always more than willing to supply a good stiff distraction for her.
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Natalie pushed her self up to straddle the man beneath her. Smiling she began to free his numerous buttons. Half way down his chest, she began to shake her head in irritation.
�Why so many damn buttons?� She groused, impatient.
�I like them.� Snape countered.
Natalie stopped what she was doing to meet his forthright gaze. He looked wonderful, laying sprawled beneath her, hands under his head as a cushion, a very tiny hint of a smile gracing his thin lips as he watched her face.
�I wonder what Freud would say about these buttons.� She mused running her hands underneath the part of his coat she had already freed to rub softly against the soft cotton of his pure white shirt kept hidden under all that black.
�Who the hell is Freud?� He groused back at her.
�An interesting old muggle who studied psyches. He would have a field day with you, Professor.�
�Hmmph.� He snorted through his nose. �And what he would he do with you.�
�Point taken.�
She snapped back. Eying him like a morsel on a banquet table, she tweaked two nipples just before she grasped the edges of his black coat, and pulled, hard; sending his precious buttons skittering across the stones. He lunged for her wrists, clamping his fingers firmly around them.
�Witch.� He hissed.
�Precisely.� She answered, still smiling, unwilling to concede that he had her. She collapsed onto him, attacking his mouth, surprising the normally reticent wizard. He released his grasp to begin tugging her blouse from her waist band. She pushed her body up, and proceeded to tear her own blouse from her body. Pulling him to his side, Natalie pleaded against his sallow, but willing lips.
�Make me forget my family, if just for one night?�
�I am at your service, my lady.�
His hand found her breast, and coaxed her nipple to life as his tongue pillage her mouth. In short order, the duo was stark naked, laying on top of their cloaks, twisting against each other in unspoken need, and all-consuming want. Natalie lay her stark red nails to his hip, trying to pull him through her body.
With a minimum of maneuvering, he managed to hook her leg over his hip, resting it next to her own hand, and impaled her on his pole. His hands held her steady by her hips, somewhat fruitlessly as she drove herself relentlessly against him, grinding her swollen clit against his pubis. She suckled powerfully against his adam�s apple sending jolts of sensation down his chest.
�Natalie!� He cried out. �Yes!� She clamped down hard, then contracted rhythmically over his prick as she climaxed, her entire body gone rigid with pleasure.
�Severus!� She screamed his name to the heavens.
As their bodies relaxed, they pulled each other close again. Natalie shuffled against him, draping her leg over his waning erection. She sighed deeply, satisfied physically, but not psychically.
�Severus?� She queried, voice tremulous.
�Yes?� He purred into her ear.
�I said no strings.� She reiterated sadly.
�Yes?� He asked again.
�I�m growing quite fond of you.� She confessed.
�And I have grown quite � accustomed to your presence.� He returned.
�Accustomed to my presence?� Natalie snorted, laughing into his bare chest.
�Yes, accustomed to your presence.� Natalie smiled at his comment knowing that for the guarded wizard holding her close that this admission was gigantic.
�All right.� She planted a gentle, affectionate kiss on his breast bone.
�Why me, witch?� His question caught her off guard. She pondered her answer carefully. �Of course he had been available, and amenable. Those fingers, they betrayed a man�s most guarded secrets because they so closely resembled his other appendage.� She rubbed her cheek against his skin, breathing in his magic scent. �Dark, brooding, least likely to form an attachment � well so much for that one.�
�Natalie?� His low voice nearly trembled for a brief, fleeting moment, unsure.
�Because I could see myself with no other.� She hedged, aiming for diplomacy.
�Excuse me?� He asked indignantly.
�I was attracted to you from the moment I saw you in the Great Hall. Your presence, your power. I don�t know exactly why, Severus, but I felt an attraction.� She tried to put words to her intuition, and not offend him. She had originally thought of him as merely available and amenable, but indeed had grown quite fond of the snarky, cranky, wizard.
�I see.� He answered, stroking her back, lost in his own thoughts.
�Why me?� She returned his question.
�You approached me.� He answered honestly. �I do not often have women offer me invitations to parties.� He began to nibble at her ear again.
�Stupid women.� She commented sarcastically, closing his face in both her hands and nuzzling his neck.
�Indeed.�
�I want to win this little contest, Severus.� She pulled back to look him in the eye.
�As do I.� He arched one eyebrow at her in curiosity.
�You only have one item left?�
�Yes.�
�When shall we be crossing that off? Soon I hope?� She reprimanded him.
�Definitely. It involves a bit of maneuvering, a third party and some role playing on your part.�
�A third party and role playing? I am intrigued.� She confessed, licking his neck.
�Truly?� He arched that eyebrow at her again.
�Truly.� She kissed him gently.
�Good.� He purred.
�First thing I shall command when we win �� She wriggled against him sensuously.
�Yes, my lady?�
�The others shall act out as many items from their list as possible, all for our voyeuristic enjoyment.�
�Delightful.� He added, capturing her lips once more.
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