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Chapter 57

Several weeks later Paula felt a tingle on her shoulder. Upon inspection she discovered it was the rune symbol Dagaz. Aberforth had passed on the rune to Harry and it had taken.
It was shortly after that Paula heard from the gossips in Hogsmead that Severus Snape, ex-Headmaster of Hogwarts, was now ensconced permanently with He-who-must-not-be-named. Apparently, he had been confronted at some point by two of Howarts� most esteemed Professors and had jumped from a high, tower window rather than risk injury to himself. It was said that he flew without the aid of a broom.
Paula knew Severus would never back down from a fight merely because he feared injury. It was most likely that he left because he did not wish to cause harm to the Professors themselves. Flying broomless? Apparently, Voldemort was able to do the same thing. Paula wondered who taught whom.
She missed him, longed for him. Her days were filled with the usual mundane tasks of survival, but in the evenings at her camp fire, her dances were no longer lively, instead they were slow and maudlin. Hard as she tried to pull herself together, thoughts of Severus were constantly in the back of her mind. Her emotions were reflected in the music when she summoned the flageolet and/or the viola to play for her. No matter how much she tried to enthuse them to play a more livelier tune, her deeper, innermost sentiments would filter through to the instruments and play according to her true intent. The nights were even worse. From the time they had lain together, the night he�d shown her what her body was capable of other than fighting, hunting and all the other activities she took for granted, Paula felt a constant longing, an aching hunger for more of what he�d taught her. She learned to discover her body for herself, what it was capable of, what sensations she could cause, how her body responded to her touch. It was not enough however, nice as it was her hands were not Severus� hands, her touch was not his touch. She worried about what Voldemort was making him do now that Severus was in close proximity with him constantly.

Each evening she would remove the small ivory casket that contained a small part of Severus� soul, just a minuscule part, the tiniest element that would allow her to draw him back from the brink of death should it prove necessary. It was not a horcrux, Paula did not know how to make one, nor had she taken enough that it would have any adverse effect on the man himself, the minute amount of soul she kept was just enough to link to his central soul, grounding it until she either released what she had, or rejoined it in it�s entirety if she was given the chance of saving him. Each evening she would hold the small casket next to her heart and whisper his name, praying for him to be safe, to remember Mulésko dud and remember to use it should the need arise.

She wore the pouch around her waist at all times. Along with the usual assortment of herbs and deterrents she usually carried, the Whitefire-Moon diamond lens was also inside, along with a small canister of drarnego and several other potions.

�It is a spell of my own devising.� Severus explained during a surprise visit one Sunday afternoon.
After apparating from Malfoy manor to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, he called for Riley and the beast appeared within moments. He�d not been able to get Paula from his mind since that night. She�d stirred something in him that refused to be calmed. The Dark Lord was becoming suspicious of him again because he was unable to concentrate fully on anything for too long. In the end the despot had told him literally to �Piss off for a few days.� So Severus decided to take him at his word and go before he changed his mind.
�Riley, I find I am surplus to requirements for a couple of days, will you take me to Paula?�
Riley gave him a reproachful look. It had been several months since his last visit and the beast was feeling neglected.
�Please Riley. I do not have the freedom I once had, otherwise I would have visited more frequently. You know that.�

Riley snorted but sidled up to him while he clambered up.

Severus had barely taken hold of his mane when Riley took directly to the skies at high speed. The wizard was unable to complain because he was too busy holding on.

�Severus, I wondered when I would see you. Can you stay a while?�
�Two or three days if my luck holds out.�

�That is good, it has been a long time. All I have are rumours, hearsay.�
�Whatever you have heard about me is most likely true. The battle will soon be fought, things are not looking good for the Order or the wizarding world at large. The Dark Lord is completely insane, but his power is beyond anything I have ever known.�
�Volde� mmfh.�
�Don�t say his name whatever you do. It is keyed to him. Whenever it is spoken he knows exactly where you are.� Severus removed his hand from her mouth. �Death Eaters would be here in a second if you so much as whispered his name Paula. Please be careful.�
She nodded and turned back to the fire.
�What are you doing?� He asked, watching as she placed what appeared to be a large lump of clay into the flames. �That isn�t some giant bloody hedgehog is it?�

Laughing, Paula washed her hands in a bowl of water set to the side. �No Severus, it is kanny. Chicken. This is the traditional way of cooking it.�
�Thank Merlin for that. What time do we eat?�
�A couple of hours. I have wild parsnips and plenty of nettles. Hagrid sent me some potatoes and cabbage too.�
�Why would you want nettles?�

�They have a lot of iron in them, they are good for you.�
�Hmm! I think I will pass on the nettles thank you.�
�Why? You have been drinking nettle tea with me each time you have visited. You have Mulésko dud on you?�

�Yes. You ask me that every time I see you.�
�And I will continue to ask. Time is short Severus, it is important you are ready. What about drarnego? I have more prepared for you.�
�Drang-what?�

�The herbs.�
Severus pulled the tin from his pocket and opened it.
Paula shook the half teaspoonful that was left onto the fire and took it inside to refill it. She re emerged with two tins. �I do not know when I will see you again, so take them both.�
He nodded and pocketed them. �It tastes revolting.�
�Its taste is sweeter than death.�
Before he could think of a suitable retort Paula stepped forward and cupped his face with her hands, drawing him into a needful kiss.

The drarnego, the Dark Lord, thoughts of death and everything else was forgotten as he tasted her moist, yielding mouth.
�Have you missed me?�

His answer was to growl and lead her to the wagon. His hands touching every accessible part of her as they hurried inside.
Paula quickly did her little hand weave to remove their clothing. Both were impatient and it was obvious what they both needed.
Severus� eyebrows raised in surprise. He�d barely begun undoing the buttons on his coat when it simply disappeared, along with everything else he�d been wearing. His need for Paula was blatantly obvious and he pounced on her, pushing her up onto the bed. �Why does you bed have to be so damned high? Oh how I have longed for this, for you.� Looking down on her, his mind closed to all but the incredibly sexy woman beneath him.
Paula pulled at him anxiously. She wanted to tell him how much she�d missed him, how she�d worried for him, dreamt about him constantly, but the words would not leave her mouth. Instead she placed her lips to his, only to find her mouth assaulted with a bruising, sensual, passionate kiss that sent her spiralling into another world. A world where only physical awareness existed.
He broke the kiss to bring them both onto the bed properly and noticed the far gone look in her eyes. He smiled when she let him position her without resistance and quickly felt to see if she was wet. She was.

Severus didn�t hesitate, he climbed between her outstretched thighs and without preamble, entered her smoothly.
A long groan escaped his lips to merge with a soft sigh from Paula.

She wriggled and shuffled a bit to position herself more comfortably, causing him to tense as her movements allowed him to slide deeper than he thought possible.
�Keep that up and it will be over before we start.� He snarled.
Paula, still quite innocent when it came to matters of a carnal nature gave him a puzzled look.
�All your wiggling about is doing things to me. I will come too soon if you do not keep still for a moment.�
�Ah, and no more karbaro.� She giggled quietly.
Severus furrowed his brow as he tried to remember what karbaro was. �Big erection, yes?�
�Yes.� She muttered, her cheeks pinkening.
With an even wider smile he pulled back and slid back in, both of them giving over to the friction his movements caused. Severus decided she could accept him a little more forcefully this time and started to thrust hard.
At first she seemed a bit surprised at his ardour, but it did not take many strokes until she was clawing at his back, striving to meet him as he drove into her depths with more and more force. It fleetingly crossed his mind as to whether the wooden wagon would stand up to this kind of activity, the wheels must surely be buckling, but the tightness of her sleeve, the pulsing heat around his cock drove the thoughts from his mind. Instead he concentrated on their pleasure as his hips worked overtime, harder and faster, spurred on by the multitude of little gasps, sighs and moans that came from her parted lips. But Severus wanted more than soft sighs and little moans. Pulling out he stared down at her. �Turn over.� He said hoarsely, guiding her to her hands and knees.
Paula obeyed, but was unsure what he wanted to do. It did not take long for her to find out when he entered from behind.
Grabbing her hips he lunged deeply, throwing his head back in pure, unadulterated rapture.
Paula let out a squeal of astonishment, the sudden impact of his thrust sending her flying face down on the bed.
He hauled her back to her knees and plunged again.
This time she braced herself and felt the full force of his organ impact against her cervix and it sent jolts of excitement through every nerve in her body.
Once he'd set a steady rhythm, Paula began to meet his powerful thrusts, pushing back as he pressed forward, the sound of his hips slapping against her bottom, the feel of his balls hitting the sensitive area between her labia, the dull ache of her cervix each time he hit home, soon had her spiralling towards her orgasm. Now she knew what to expect she let herself go.
Severus ploughed into her, his climax building, the pressure becoming uncontrollable and he came with a shout, his hips pressed firmly into Paula�s full, firm buttocks.
Paula too had reached that zenith and cried out when he stiffened against her, both of them shuddering in gratification.
Panting heavily, Severus fell forward and flattened her on the bed, another few minutes and he was able to roll off, pulling her with him.

TBC

a/n: DAGAZ. the dawn of a new day, a realisation that the dark times are behind you, an understanding of many things as light dawns, a recognition that the worse is over, the start of a new life or way of living, a path slowly revealing itself in the pale light of daybreak. It can mean a dissolving of barriers and boundaries, an experience of spirituality, a sense of becoming softer and more open, a feeling of gentle peace and tranquillity, a fading-away of fears and shadows, a gradual lifting of sorrow or lightening of burdens, a lowering of defences, an understanding that all is well. It may mean that things are coming together at last, opening up for you slowly but surely, becoming clear, letting you see the next stage, allowing you to understand where you are now and all that has gone before. However, this Rune is also The Disguiser, and you will need to keep watch on the various things going on in your life, or you may find that something valuable has slipped away in the half-light and vanished in the mists of morning, while your attention was concentrated on the new things being revealed to you by the dawn.

( From light gifts and runes)
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