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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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Snape gracefully ascended the stone steps from the dungeon. His keen sight narrowed on the two woman speaking to the Headmaster near the doors to the castle. Natalie stood to one side, her hands clasped behind her back, a small petulant grin on her face. The other woman looked like a slightly older and smaller version of the witch except her hair was liberally streaked with red and blonde, falling in wild, uncontrolled waves to her waist. When she chanced to glance in Severus’ direction, her green eyes startled him. The woman did not break their gaze, instead holding it brazenly. Natalie and Albus turned to see who had captured Mairead’s attention. Natalie’s smile softened when she spied Severus. She beckoned him closer with a small wave of her hand. Mairead leaned closer to her niece to whisper in her ear.

“He’s delicious, Natalie.”

Mairead’s gaze flickered over his form from top to bottom. Her face remained impassive, but she inhaled deeply.

“Don’t I know it?” Natalie whispered back.

“The women of this family really must do something about our tall, dark and obviously dangerous fetish.” Mairead added conspiratorially as she licked her lips as if she could already taste the man staring at her.

Natalie graced her aunt with a wide grin, one that lit her blue eyes merrily in way that Severus had yet to see. She turned her beaming smile on him. The ice encasing his heart nearly cracked when bathed in her warmth.

“Professor Snape, may I introduce my aunt, Mairead Urley. Naunt Mairead, Professor Severus Snape.”

Mairead clasped Severus’ proffered hand with a firm strong grip, her green eyes piercing through the veil offered by his onxy eyes. He bowed slightly.

“A pleasure to meet you.”

“Agreed.” Mairead answered him, smiling to show nearly all her pearly white teeth. “I must take my leave now, Headmaster, Professor.” She nodded to the two men then pulled Natalie close in a warm embrace. “Until tonight, urley buigh.” (gaelic-golden eagle)

Igor Karkaroff, Alexei, Nolan and Noah exited the Great Hall at that same instant. Nolan dashed to his aunt’s side for a warm hug. Noah sauntered over right behind. Alexei hung back, glancing to Natalie who winked at him. Karkaroff stood stock still, seemingly stunned. Mairead extricated herself from her nephews then pulled herself to her full height, fixing a penetrating, meaningful stare on Karkaroff. After a few tense seconds, she smiled and nodded in greeting. He returned her greeting with a curt nod and strode stiffly to her. She offered her hand. He took her small hand in his larger paw, and barely brushed his thin pursed lips over the back.

“Good to see you again, Mairead.”

“Likewise, Igor,” she gave him a quick once over, “under better circumstances this time.”

The Durmstrang Headmaster broke into a wide grin. Noah blushed a marvelous shade of red. Nolan chuckled. Natalie rolled her eyes. Severus and Albus became mere spectators. Natalie stepped inconspicuously to Severus’ side. She winked at him slyly before breaking into the conversation.

“I have some things to get ready for tomorrow’s lessons. Good afternoon everyone.” She inclined her head then made for her dungeon. Snape turned only his head to watch her go. Nolan, Noah and Alexei all took their leave at once, claiming business elsewhere. Karkaroff gallantly offered his arm to Mairead, escorting her from the Castle. Albus and Severus merely looked at each other in wonderment.

“I don’t know about you, Severus, but I am famished.” With a flourish and a swirl of bright yellow robes, Albus entered the Great Hall for his evening meal, Snape following close behind him.

~*~*

Natalie hummed softly to herself as she sorted through parchments stacked neatly on her desk. Her mood brightened considerably by her aunt’s presence, Noah’s loss, and strangely enough, having shared some of her burden with Snape.

“I lose all control when you grab a hold and you do your trick. I love it when you lick.” She began to sing her head bobbing in time to the music in her head.

“You’ve got lock and key, every part of me. Know what makes me tick. I love it when you lick.”

Standing, she carried a set of parchments to a low credenza sashaying nicely as she did. Carelessly, she flicked her wand at an odd contraption and the song she had just been humming began to pour through the classroom.

“It feels so good I’m going crazy. My eyes roll back inside my head.”

Silently, Snape opened her door. Now standing with one shoulder against the jamb, he watched the woman, still clad in gym gear, as she danced to the song, unaware of his presence.

“I’ll put my heels on for you baby, the ones that wrap all around my legs.” She leaned down at that point, running her own hands from her ankle to her knee. She danced with her eyes closed, losing herself to the beat.

At that moment, Snape remembered the song. Visions of Natalie clad in his delightful red heels flashed like a slideshow through his mind. He groaned aloud as an onslaught of blood flow surged through his member nearly painfully. Natalie spun around defensively, wand at the ready, then smiled wickedly before dancing her way to her knight in coal black armor.

**~**~**

“Will you be staying in Hogsmeade?” Igor inquired politely of Mairead Urley.

“Yes, I believe the inn is called the Three Broomsticks.” She smiled evilly, glancing down at the green lawn of Hogwarts beneath her dainty feet. “Perhaps you would care to join me there for a drink?”

Karkaroff dared to glace down his nose at the top of her unruly mop of hair before answering.

“I would be delighted, madam.” He nearly crooned, his thin lips twitching in excitement. “Allow me to assure my students are behaving?”

“Of course, Headmaster.”

Mairead cocked her head to glance up at the tall, dark and rather sinister looking Bulgarian. Inwardly, she smiled gleefully. Hold on to your boys, Igor. It’s going to be a bumpy ride. She thought with great anticipation. The tall man escorted her gallantly to the edge of Hogwart’s proper, staying to watch her traipse almost gaily down the path towards Hogsmeade. His lip curled. His nostrils flared. His normally cold heart warmed by at least ten degrees.

**~**

Snape didn’t wait for Natalie to reach him. He advanced quickly and silently across the floor, his hands capturing her undulating hips as she flicked her wand at the door, soundly slamming it shut and locking it against intruders. She tilted her head, lifting her lips to his plunder. Her movements forced him to match hers as they ground their bodies together. Snape’s hands traveled north under the scant shirt covering Natalie’s body. Kneading her breasts expertly, he allowed his thumbs to travel across her hardening nipples as he kissed her with a possessiveness that radiated through her body clear to her toes.

Abruptly, he pulled back, pushing her away simultaneously.

“One more question, witch,” he asked with his voice pitched low and seductively.

Groaning in exasperation, Natalie huffed in aggravation at the superior look on his face. He knows he has the upper hand.

“Whatever.” She hissed.

“Why must you marry?” As he asked, his brow arched and his lips pursed distastefully.

Natalie trembled slightly. She raised her eyes to his before whispering in a husky, tearful voice.

“I lost a concession.”

“I see.” If it were at all possible for Snape’s face to fall, it did.

“I have no choice in that matter.”

“May I ask a theoretical question?” He regained a completely analytical air, crossing his arms over his chest in his typical posturing, forcing a physical distance between them.

“If I may theoretically choose not to answer,”   Natalie rejoined eying him with fearful suspicion.

“E ceterus paribis, would you consider marrying me?” His gaze drilled a hole right through to her heart. (Latin - All other things being equal, roughly.)

Natalie raised her eyes to his, drew a heavy breath as if deciding to answer, then merely nodded before throwing herself at him. While attacking his buttons, she screwed her eyes shut tight in her own attempt to block out her world.

Severus snatched her wrists holding them away from his body. Her eyes flew to his. His face seemed carved of stone. Natalie didn’t know what to make of his reaction. She was accustomed to aloof, but this stone cold façade was new. She laid her trembling hands on the smooth planes of his chest, drawing a deep shuddering breath.

“Say it. I must hear you say it.” Severus came close to pleading, his voice husky, betraying the emotions she couldn’t possibly read on his face.

“I would marry you … if I could.”

As though a dam broke, Snape’s eyes softened, gleaming with pride and desire. He relinquished his grip on her arms now to pull her into his chest. His lips crashed on hers in absolute possession of her mouth. Natalie all but surrendered her entire soul to his in that moment, succumbing to a need for love that she didn’t know she possessed. Pausing for a much needed breath, he whispered against her forehead.

“Not here. Come to my rooms.”

Natalie inclined her head to suckle at his throat just below his Adam’s apple. She nodded as she tongued his skin.

“Anywhere.”

She dashed to the door, tugging him along behind her by his hand. Furtively, she glanced up and down the corridor before nodding to her partner. The two walked calmly from the classroom, Snape guiding her with a light hand on the small of her back.

As they approached the concealed door to his private quarters, Severus gave his own furtive glance up and down the corridor. Seeing no one, a smile graced his normally dour countenance. Swiftly, he bent down and swept Natalie into his arms before carrying her across his threshold, bridal style. Her laughter pealed and bounced off the cold stone walls as she delightedly locked her arms around his neck. He struggled to suppress his own smile and the giddy laughter threatening to gurgle from the depths of his own soul. He kicked the door closed behind them. Setting Natalie on her own two feet, he grinned, actually grinned, as she wasted no time stripping off the bare minimum of clothing she had worn. With a look that spoke of sheer lust and desire, she aimed her wand steadily at the wizard, forcing him to take a step backwards in surprise as she nearly hollered at him.

“Roostey!” (gaelic –strip)

Instantly, his clothes disappeared from his body, landing in a neatly folded pile on his table.

“Nice spell.” He complimented Natalie. He stood stock still and proud. His wand jutted haughtily from his nest of coal black hairs just before he lunged for her.

“Naunt Mairead’s,” she countered as she turned tail and ran for his bed chamber. Snape followed in hot pursuit, the muscles of his buttocks cording and rippling as he chased her through the doorway.

~**~**~

Mairead sat at the bar chatting amiably with Rosmerta, a bottle of rum and two glasses on the wooden surface separating them. The door opened, and the sunlight was partially blocked by the large form of Igor Karkarof. Both women turned to watch him enter. Mairead smiled at the slight swaggering gait of the Bulgarian. You’ll walk bow-legged on your way out of here too, but for a different reason. She thought gleefully.

He settled at the bar next to the woman, downing the amber liquid she offered him. Mairead picked up the bottle, both glasses, and smirked at the man beside her.

“Let’s go upstairs. We’ll be more comfortable.”

Karkaroff’s heart leapt for joy. His cock twitched excitedly. He followed the small woman up the stairs, not caring one whit about the barkeep laughing behind them. The couple strolled down the hallway to the very end. Mairead opened the door into a rather luxurious set of rooms for an inn. Karkaroff turned to close the door as she set the bottle down on the small table near the hearth. Deftly, she slipped her wand from her sleeve, flicking it at his turned back. Instantly, his clothes transformed into a loose fitting white linen shirt, rawhide laces tying the deep vee-neck collar, and snug leather trousers revealing every little and not so little bump and bulge. Igor laughed at himself, taking in his new wardrobe.

“I should have learned not to turn my back on an Urley.”

“Some lessons bear repeating,” Mairead countered, settling into a comfortable chair while pouring more rum.

“Refresher courses.” Snorting, Igor raised his glass, toasting his female companion. “You look well, Mairead.” He complimented her suavely.

“Thank you, Igor.” She smiled. “Have you been well?”

A tight smile crossed his face, “Much better now,” his dark eyes glittered.

Unseen and underneath the table, Mairead fingered her wand, an deliciously evil plan forming in her scheming mind.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” She smiled graciously, sipping her rum.

“Most definitely.” Karkaroff bowed his head. “Your niece is a most fascinating woman,” he added conversationally.

“She is indeed. But, I really must say I’m not interested in casual conversations, Igor.” She smiled wickedly, pointed her wand at him under the table, whispering in gaelic, “Kiangley.” Bind.

Tendrils of invisible magic hauled Karkaroff backwards, chaining his wrists to the bedposts near the upper canopy, and his ankles to the legs of the sturdy appearing canopy bed. Spread-eagled, he shook his head in disbelief.

“Never let your guard down either, Igor,” Mairead cackled triumphantly.

**~*~**

Natalie shrieked in mock fear when she narrowly escaped Snape’s clutches by vaulting to the center of his bed, neatly spinning to face him on her hands and knees. Her poor hair hung in shaggy hanks, framing her face, but Severus wouldn’t have cared if the witch had shaved her head completely bald at this point. In fact, he preferred certain aspects of his witch well-shorn.   Her eyes glittered . She licked her lips while staring straight at his now turgid tool. Her utterly lustful gawking halted him in his tracks. Instead of crawling on to the bed to capture her, he stood straight, tall and proud.

“Hungry?” He rumbled.

“Famished,” she answered crawling towards him looking more like a giant cat than a true serpent. Nearing the edge of the mattress, she opened her mouth wide, devouring him in one swallow. Snape’s knees weakened. He clasped the bedposts for support.

“Mother of mercy.”

He hissed nearly incoherent as her throat contracted and rippled around his member. Natalie smiled up at him from around his shaft, growling. Her vibrations sent Severus reeling into frenzied thrusting, Natalie swallowing with each plunge.

Lumbering to her knees, she used her hands to grip his butt, hard, digging her nails in to his smooth alabaster skin. Grappling for a hold, she slipped downward, finding purchase just where his buttocks curved into his thighs, shoving him harder into her throat. Reversing the pressure, Natalie sucked, hard, barely protecting him from her teeth, her nails digging unmercifully into his skin to pull him away in rhythm.. Roaring in approval, Severus’ body shuddered his way into blissful oblivion, momentary, but oblivion nonetheless. He arched up into Natalie’s mouth, holding himself steady as streams of white, hot semen spurted from him straight down her obliging throat.

When the convulsions abated, Natalie rocked back on to her heels, licking her lips, and grinned like a kneazle who had just caught a canary, a very large black and white canary.

“Utterly unbelievable.” Snape murmured, his hands sliding down his bedposts just before he climbed on to the bed, pinning Natalie down with his superior weight.   Roughly, he ran his hand up her leg, palming her mound while the bare tip of his fingers breached her steaming foundation. She bucked up under him, whimpering. He tore his staring eyes away from the thatch of dark hair and his fingers to search her eyes. Her lips were moist and begging for pillaging. Pillage he did, working the witch into a screaming frenzy before plowing her field with his re-awakened implement. What a night to be a farmer. He plowed row after row until Natalie quivered, shook, then erupted with the power of a geyser. Now, it was Severus’ turn to grin like the Cheshire cat.

**~*~**

Mairead circled the outstretched wizard running her small hands across his taut abdomen. She smiled softly, pulling the soft linen of the shirt out of his waistband. She used her small fingers to pluck at the rawhide cord, loosening his collar. She traced a single nail from his throat to the constraints of his shirt. Tossing her wild mane over one shoulder, she ogled the imprisoned wizard.   “Now Igor, tell me. What shall I do with an unemployed Deatheater?”

A/N: Do you wonderful readers need more of the nitty-gritty, greased up details? Or, should I leave some things to your (some worse than mine) imaginations?

Thanks for reading. Pitt.
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