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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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Natalie’s Day of Reckoning

With a hand on Draco’s arm, Lucius stopped him just inside the doorway, allowing the others to pass them. Nolan quickly cast the episkey to mend Noah’s nose, berating him heartlessly as he peered nervously over his shoulder at his sister, now locked in a stand off of glares with Hogwarts Potions Master. In the hallway, Karkaroff, waited to begin heartlessly abusing the beaten twin, verbally accosting him all the way out of the dungeon. Dumbledore shook his head sadly, and returned to his tower, knowing it was best not to meddle in this family’s strange affairs. Natalie drew a deep breath standing tall.

“Get out Severus.” She growled menacingly.

“No.” He snarled back at her, stepping closer, his eyes glittering with a black light.

“Leave, and don’t look back.” She hissed through clenched teeth.

“Severus, come on, she’s bad blood.” Malfoy snidely commented as he made to literally drag the man out the door with him.

“Bad Faith.” She retorted harshly, her eyes stone cold and hard. (Mal foy – French: bad faith.)

Offended, Lucius drew himself to his full height attempting to menace the smaller witch, then, thought better of his actions. Her wand was already drawn. Plus, he had just witnessed her non-verbally disarm her brother after breaking his nose quite violently.

“Yes, Severus, go with your friends.” Natalie sneered not daring to turn her back on the three men who dared stay in her domain but desperately wanting to leave them.

“No.” Snape repeated himself once more, still eying the witch. He was going to get his due even if he had to fight her for it as well.

“Professor?” Draco was confused. He didn’t understand the history between the professor and the witch, or why his father would say she had bad blood.

“Lucius, get him out of here.” Snape ordered Lucius.

Deciding to beat a hasty retreat, both Malfoy men slithered from the dungeon classroom with as much haughtiness as any two beings could muster.

“I want answers.” Snape demanded nearing ever closer to his witch. With lightning speed, he reached out and clasped his long fingers around her neck, pulling her closer. “I deserve answers.”

Natalie leaned her weight into his hand, creating just a fraction of a gap in the heated space between their bodies. A cruel heartless smile crossed her lips as she called wordlessly for her athelme, dropping her wand with an odd quiet clatter. The ceremonial knife soared from the side of the room into her hand. In one violent motion, she clutched his wrist and sliced through the heavy cloth of his coat and shirt, revealing his dark mark, undulating almost gently on his pale forearm.

“I’ll answer you when you answer me.” She hissed. “No strings … Remember?”

“You’ll answer me or worry about chains not strings, witch.” Snape snarled, his fingers digging into her neck painfully. Yet, Natalie showed no sign of pain. Her eyes remained cold, dark and furious.

Snape was taken aback by the witch’s demeanor. She had never been the warm and fuzzy type, but now, she was something very different; harder and colder, distant. The desire to break her began to seep into his unconsciousness, like an electrical current coursing through the wiring of his father’s muggle house. He pulled her closer, pressing his body against hers, wanting to gauge her reaction.   Feeling her heart beat quicker in the pulse under his thumb, he leaned his face closer to hers, his fingers digging into her neck, his other hand holding her tightly around the waist. Quickly, he metamorphed into the domineering partner.

Natalie rapidly weighed her options. Her heart racing, she softened her stance, seeming to yield. She ground against the wizard, tilting her head back, offering her lips to his plunder. Even she could not control her natural reaction to his authority. Her arousal became evident through the thin cotton of her shorts. Snape could smell her response, and instantly captured her mouth, plunging his tongue possessively between her teeth. His fingers wormed their way into her roughly shorn hair, then grasped tightly, pulling her away.

“Answers, witch.”

“Questions, wizard.”

“January 1^st, what will be civil?” He demanded, his hot breath ghosting over her bruised lips.

“My marriage.”

Her answer did not sway him in the least. He claimed her mouth once more, pillaging every crevice his inordinately gift tongue could reach.

“Civil means what?” He continued after her released her lips.

“Muggle ceremony, public official, not a handfasting.” Natalie panted in reply.

“Good witch.” He purred silkily nuzzling her neck. “Answers aren’t so hard, now are they?”

“Severus, really, you don’t want involved in this mess.” She moaned as he nipped at her jugular vein.

“Your mark, why is it white?” His hand squeezed her backside firmly, grinding her into his hardness. His teeth nibbled at the shell of her ear.

“It’s incomplete.”

“Why?” He ground his pelvis against her.

“I can’t … ahhh …” She stuttered when his lips teased her nipple through the smooth spandex, a hint of his teeth teasing it to full alert. “I won’t accept it …”

He released her neck, his fingers traveling over her bare shoulder to fondle her opposite breast.

“Acceptance means?”

Natalie fought for control, shoving Severus away. Huffing with desire and exertion, small tears formed in the corners of her eyes.

“I can’t explain everything.”

She gasped for breath, hands on her hips, ready to fight this time to defend herself. Gently, he moved closer, softly hugging her, and pulling her to the floor to sit in his lap. Softly, he stroked her abused hair, rubbing his cheek against hers.

“Try.”

She fingered the edges of the slice in his jacket. Shifting her position to look him in the eyes, she begged his question. “Could you?”

“Could I what, witch?” He leaned so close their noses touched.

“Explain your mark?”

Snape’s eyes grew hard and distant as he contemplated her answer.

“It was something I felt I had to do.” He finally answered.

“Did you watch as it was made?” Natalie curiously stroked the moving snake on his arm.

“Yes.”

“Did it start out black?”

“No, it was white at first.”

Severus drew a sharp breath, suddenly understanding. He accepted the master who had placed his mark. Natalie never accepted the master; her father, as her lord. Thus, she had never accepted her control over the black magic that applied the mark in the first place or the control that the one who made it would have over her.

“Can you talk about the ceremony or the circumstances?” She asked again softly, not daring to look at the man behind her.

“No, I’m bound by an oath.” Again, understanding washed over him. He was bound by his word; Natalie by her blood.

“You cannot discuss it either, can you?” Snape wrapped both arms around her waist, locking her into his embrace. Natalie shook her head, then rested it against his chest.

“Your father wants you subdued?”

A tiny tear meandered down Natalie’s cheek. Snape released one hand to pluck away the salty evidence with the pad of his finger tip.

“I think my father wants me dead.”

Her harsh words shocked even the Deatheater in Snape. While his father was a cruel man, Severus could not imagine him soberly planning his death, or enlisting the obvious aid of family members.

“Why?”

Natalie vehemently shook her head. Snape kissed behind her ear, his hands moving below her waist , sneaking into the leg of her shorts, stroking the crease where her thigh joined her trunk.

“Enough running away witch, answer the question.”

With a small sigh of what Severus took to be relief but Natalie intended as resignation, she summoned the courage to tell her tale, as much of the sordid affair as she was permitted to reveal anyway.

“My family stems from a very old, very odd wizarding tradition. They were renowned for their abilities with the dark arts, by both magic and non-magical people. My ancestors live in France for a very long time, until the non-magical people began to persecute them as the witches they truly were.”

Snape’s fingers caressed small circles across her hip bone as she continued to enlighten him in regards to her family’s history.

“They left France. First going to Bulgaria, but not liking the weather there, they relocated to Louisiana in the colonies at the time. They began to hide their magic well, blending in with the muggles seamlessly.”

“Why?” Snape interjected while his other hand sought the swell of her breast.

“The wizarding world in France turned their backs on us when the burnings began. They shunned us for co-mingling.”

“Old prejudices never died.” Snape murmured in her ear.

“No, they don’t. The Malfoy family was quite vocal in their attacks on my family. They mustered quite a show of force, of course, too scared to confront the family iin a family to family feud. Anyway, my family decided the double life would be safest; hedging their bets so to speak.”

“Typical.” He snorted.

“The men in my family have always sought power and influence, not caring if it was magical or muggle. There are always five sons. One of the five is expected to demonstrate their ability to lead the next generation before the previous head of house will step down. My father in particular has no desire to yield his authority.”

Natalie just settled closer to Snape, bonelessly resting her body against his.

“The matriarchs in the family have a strange custom of dying young, under suspicious circumstances, after producing the fifth male heir.   My great-great-grandmother was no exception. Her family comes from a very powerful voodoo tradition. They suspected my grandfather’s hand in her death, but couldn’t prove anything. So, they cursed him and his heirs instead. They will be doomed to fight until death for their positions, until such time as the one who becomes two shall be born, then shall the reign of terror and pain end.“

“And your father believes you are the one who becomes two?”

“Either me or one of the twins.” Natalie sighed, closed her eyes, and struggled to remain calm.   “Most likely me since I have two animagus forms, and being the only female ‘heir’ born to the line in centuries, quite capable of becoming two if I would ever have children.”

Snape kissed her bared neck. His eyes closed in gratitude to the obviously terrified witch who trusted him enough to share her odd history.

“I will never bear that monster grandchildren.” Natalie swore solemnly.

“You predict the future now?” Snape chuckled.

“No, but I found a wonderful curse of my own.”

“Natalie!” Snape roared at her.

“My body, my choice.”

A soft rapping at the classroom door interrupted them. It opened without the party on the outside waiting for an answer. Timidly, a face peeked around.

“Mistress Richmond? Are you alright?” A deep voice called.

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“I’m fine, Viktor. Really.” Natalie hollered towards the door as she scrabbled to her feet, extending a hand to Severus, yanking him upright rather forcefully as well.

“There is a lady looking for you. She’s in Headmaster Dumbledore’s office.”

“Thank you Viktor.” The athletic Bulgarian nodded crisply, executed a sharp about face and left the witch alone with Snape once more.

“Severus … if my father could engineer my early demise, he would. And, he would use anyone or anything at his disposal.” Natalie raised her blue eyes to his black ones. “He would not hesitate to use my affection for you against me.” She closed her eyes, holding his face in both her hands, and leaned her forehead against her chin. He hugged her to his body comfortingly.

“Then he shall never know.” The sallow man whispered against her head.

Natalie nodded against him. “I have to go. I imagine either my grandmother or my aunt are waiting for me.”

Severus tilted her chin up to look in her eyes, his unspoken question burning deep into her mind.

“They watch over me. I’m sure they realize that I won the battle this time and want to know the concession.” She pulled away from his comfortable warmth and strength.

“May I come find you later?” She asked, not daring to hope.

“Indeed.” The dark haired wizard purred, placing a guiding hand on the small of her back to guide her to the door.
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