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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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Wedding Presence

“Albus!” Arthur Weasley roared at the Headmaster just before Dumbledore almost escaped through the floo.

“Arthur?” Dumbledore turned to smile benignly at the wizard, the twinkling in his eyes hiding his wariness.

“We really have to do something about him.”

“Yes, Albus, really.” Minerva added with her thin lips pressed tightly together in displeasure.

“I, too, think we need to do something about the Professor, Headmaster.” Remus added his two cents.

“He needs laid, a good hard high one, a blow job, hand job, something.” Sirius chucked out his comments as well. “I’d offer, but, he’s not amenable to me.”

Albus chuckled, shaking his head. Minerva clucked disapprovingly. Remus rolled his eyes sighing.

“Truly, Headmaster, he seems to be pining for something that doesn’t even exist.” Molly Weasley added softly, bustling from the kitchen at Grimmauld Place. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say the poor boy is in love.”

“I believe we should be more tolerant of Professor Snape. He cannot derive much pleasure from his frequent meetings with Voldemort. I’m sure that is all that is souring his mood even more lately.”

“If you say so, Albus.”

“Indeed I do Arthur.”

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“Aw c’mon, Natalie. I brought you a present.”

“Noah, you goon, you’re supposed to bring the bride and groom presents.”

“I brought them one too. You’ll like this one, I promise.”

Noah tugged at his sister’s arm, pulling her into Ana’s father’s manor house, away from the wedding reception reaching full swing. Natalie’s soft shoulder length hair fell in a curtain, a ringlet of pale pink flowers crowned her head. The pale pink matched the filmy gown she wore, ribbons flowing from the bodice down her front, fluttering as she struggled without much effort against her enthusiastic brother. A stiff breeze whipped the lightweight material around her legs, causing her to stumble.

Stupid bridesmaid dresses. She secretly fumed. Tamping down her anger, she struggled to untangle her legs, and control her emotions, trying once more to dissuade her overanxious brother.

“Noah, I can’t leave. I’m the maid of honor.”

“Just come on already.” Noah huffed. “This present wasn’t easy to get.” He wheedled. “Had to grab it when it was available.”

Natalie finally relented, if only to get her over-eager brother to leave her alone. She followed him quietly into the guest wing. He led her straight to her own door.

“Now close your eyes.” He teased. Natalie narrowed her eyes at him, smirking in irritation while biting her tongue in frustration. “Geez, Nat, just play along already.”

Shaking her head, she closed her eyes. Noah pushed the door open, leading his sister into the room by her hand. He guided her to the foot of her bed, damn near giggling in excitement.

“Okay, you can look now,” he proclaimed giddily, so obviously pleased with his own present.

Natalie opened her eyes. Absolute shock and horror registered on her face. She stood slack-jawed, staring at the form on her bed.

“Noah, what the fuck did you do?” She cursed her brother.

“You like him don’t you?” Noah asked, confused. He truly thought his sister would love his present, or at least be grateful. “I thought you like him?” Noah stood staring at his enraged sister.

“How in the name of all the nine hells did you get him here?”

Natalie never moved, just stood, stunned, staring down at the naked man spread eagled on her bed, wrists and ankles bound with black silk scarves, blindfolded, and unconscious, a nice black satin bow tied around his midsection.

“Well it sure as all the nine hells wasn’t easy.” Noah sniped sarcastically mimicking his aggravated sister. “He’s a sneaky bastard, suspicious as all get out too.”

“Noah …” Natalie’s voice sounded very dangerous, the threat of dire consequences edging it harshly, “HOW did you get him here?”

“I tracked him from one of those meetings with the Volliemort guy.”

Natalie swallowed hard, her eyes falling closed.

“From a meeting or going to a meeting?” She asked in a whisper.

“From, why?”

Natalie visibly relaxed, her shoulders slumping. Thank Merlin he won't have to face el-Snaky one.

“Noah, you idiot. How the hell are we going to put him back?”

“You’ll think of something. C’mon Nat, you’ve been skulking around for weeks, just absolute bliss on a stick. You need to get laid. We all know it. Hell, Nicholas even offered to …”

Noah didn’t get to finish his sentence. Natalie punched him square in the jaw, smiling when she felt the satisfied crunch of bone breaking on impact.

“Merlin’s hairy balls, Nat …” Nolan stepped from the shadows to catch his twin, “what did you do that for? Noah didn’t mean any harm. That one is yours.” Nolan jerked his chin towards the prone form outstretched on her bed. “You claimed him. For the love of Hecate, quit making the rest of us miserable and just …”

This time Nolan didn’t get to finish his thought. Natalie shut him up with a wand shoved under his chin, effectively snapping his jaw shut tight.

“I’ll claim you both next. Isn’t that what you want?” She hissed venomously, her eyes narrowing into dangerous slits, irises darkening to midnight blue. Nolan swallowed hard. Noah tried to smile encouragingly while clutching his jaw.

“Natalie.” Another voice interrupted her.

“Nicholas.”

“Do it.” Her older brother goaded. “Claim them.” He smiled greasily at the back of her head as she contemplated her youngest siblings carefully. “Show us what you’re really made of. Do it Natalie.” Nicholas advanced on her, purring at her, taunting her, pushing her, reaching out to touch her.

Natalie’s attention diverted quickly when she spied a muscle twitch in the bound foot at the bed post just in the edge of her peripheral vision. Lowering her wand, she backed off, screaming, “Just get out!”

A flicker of fear shifted through the twins’ eyes. Nicholas laughed maniacally, executing a sharp about face, and striding gracefully from her guest room. Nolan nearly dragged Noah away from his crazed sister, slamming the door closed behind him.

“Severus?” She squeaked.

The man on the bed jerked at hearing his own name. Natalie swiftly untied his ankles, bending down so that her amethyst and silver pendant swung free from where it had been tucked safely between her breasts. The purple stone glowed with an inner light.

“Severus, are you all right?”

Natalie asked again, rapidly removing his blindfold, gag, and freeing his hands. The wizard lunged forward, grabbing Natalie and throwing her on the bed, pinning her under his weight, his lean hard lower legs trapping her thighs, both hands around her neck, severely limiting her air supply. She slowed her breathing, staring straight up into the flared nostrils of the man above her.

Hoarsely, Natalie choked on her own words. “My brothers are assholes, Professor. I’m sorry.”

She didn’t attempt to struggle, just lay under the enraged, still naked man, not daring to move. Slowly, he relaxed his grasp, slightly. He relinquished his grip with one hand, reaching for the amethyst amulet hanging across her shoulder, quite askew, and sparkling madly.

“NO!”

Natalie heaved with all her strength, flipping Severus on to his back before he could touch the stone. He glared at her angrily, his small black eyes piercing, accusing, full of malice and threats of retribution.

“Don’t touch it. Don’t ever touch it.” Natalie huffed, fear and anger flaring in her eyes.

“Amethyst for protection.” Snape whispered harshly.

“Yes.”

Natalie flipped the pendant to hang down her back, out of Severus’ sight, and then backed away from the bed.

“We have few options here, professor.” Natalie smoothed her dress down, pointedly not looking at the naked man agitatedly snatching at the ribbon around his waist.

“I can get you back to where you were, and you can forget about this.”

Snape sneered at her.

“Or, I can get you back to where you were, and make you forget this.

Snape’s sneer deepened.

“I could throw you down on this bed and take you ...” He purred, staring straight at her barely restrained breasts. “Like your brothers wanted you to take me.”

Natalie barely contained her shiver of delight at the pure lust in her wizard’s voice, but contained it she did. She could not ever let him know what she had done or the extent of the connection she felt with him, amethyst amulet or no. The amulet may protect Severus from her, but she couldn’t hide the brief expression that flickered through her eyes. When Severus processed that faint glimpse into the witch’s true heart, he lunged at the surprised witch with panther-like grace, clamping her arms to her sides. His lips mashed against hers. He pulled her tight against his lean, hard body, and claimed what he couldn’t admit he wanted for his own, taking what she didn’t want to admit she wanted to give.

Severus released her arms to rip her flimsy bridesmaid’s gown over her head and fling it to parts unknown. Natalie stood before him naked, trembling, small tears forming in her eyes. He eyed her up and down appraisingly.

“Beautiful, witch.”

Natalie raised her eyes to his, pain, longing, confusion, all registering at once in her azure depths.

“Take me once more Severus with no strings?” She begged as well as she could possibly beg.
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