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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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Death Eaters� Dance Macabre

The blonde haired woman kept her eyes averted in a perfect submissive position at Nolan�s left elbow. The navy blue of her rather plain ball gown matched the navy of his perfect dress robes. He conversed casually with the assembled Death Eaters, completely disregarding his companion. When Snape joined the group, Nolan nodded in greeting but continued discussing the politics.
The woman reached out a tentative hand to briefly and lightly touch Nolan�s elbow. Snape�s eyes were drawn to the flash of silver on her hand; a serpent encircled her middle finger with a delicate chain connecting to an eagle cuff that complete encased her wrist. The eagle�s wings were outspread. The tips connected over the delicate blue green tracings of the veins on the under side of her wrist. Nolan glanced backwards at her, nodding.
�Interesting jewelry, Miss.� Snape commented dryly; his dark eyes glittering thoughtfully.
The woman�s muddy brown eyes flickered fearfully at Nolan. She ducked her head as if anticipating a blow.
�Anya doesn�t speak English. And, I�ll thank you not to speak directly to her.�
With a snort of supreme irritation, Nolan lead Anya away from the little group and across the dance floor littered with swirling partners. Possessively, he escorted her to the hallway of the bathroom facilities, and waited for her outside the door. As she exited, she lifted tentative eyes to his. He snarled then shoved her back through the door, slamming it shut. He started hollering at her in Bulgarian, much to the chagrin of the eavesdropping Death Eaters in the hallway. They couldn�t understand a single word.
�Great Merlin�s ghost, this is TOO hard.� Nolan sputtered furiously, pulling at his own hair with both hands.
�I just have to get him alone. Hand me over to him. This will work, Nolan. It has to.� Anya�s soft voice quivered tremulously.
�Then we�re done. No more link. You look like hell. And, don�t think I didn�t see you before sensei cast the glamour!�
Nolan�s clipped tones came across sharp, angular and punishing to the ears.
He snatched her arm roughly, escorting her out of the small room. The absolute look of rage on his face scattered the lower-ranking Death Eaters in his wake. They returned to the ballroom. Nolan shook the smaller woman a bit roughly before he returned to the conversation. Eventually, he ended up standing next to Hogwart�s Professor, alone. Nolan curled his lip in disgust at the woman at his side before whispering to Snape.
�Does she interest you?� He asked conspiratorially.
�She is not hard on the eyes.� Snape drawled in reply.
�Take her off my hands for the night?� Nolan inquired hopefully.
�Indeed, why?� Snape�s guard went up instantly.
�You know I�m not particularly fond of women. She�s like an albatross around my neck.�
�If you wish �� Snape�s voice trailed off into silence as Nolan took Anya�s hand, threading it through Snape�s arm. Instantly, Snape felt the amethyst resting above his ankle tremor. He turned to peer down his nose at the small blonde woman, belying none of his suspicions.
�You�ll obey him as you would me.� Nolan barked harshly in Bulgarian at the woman. Across the room, Ana glared daggers at her friend�s brother. Anya did not raise her head, or acknowledge the shift in her so-called ownership. Snape led her away from the crowd with a purely evil grin on his face. He literally dragged her up the marble stairs then down a long hallway. He opened a door, and nearly threw the woman into the waiting chamber.
He glared at her angrily. She still did not raise her eyes to his. With furious strides, he stepped to her once again, lifting her almost off her feet, carrying her by one arm to the bath. He pointed to the large tub, then himself, then her before barking sharply.
�Bathe me.�
Anya scurried to draw bath water, still not daring to look at the wizard. As the noisy pipes spewed forth the steaming water. Snape stepped closer to the blond woman, grasping both her shoulders, then whispering in her ear.
�Look at me.� Anya raised her eyes to his.
Without speaking, she laid her index finger first on his forehead, on the knot forming between his eyebrows, then on hers. He quickly caught on, drawing his wand, and casting softly so as not to be heard over the running water, �Legilimens,� whereupon he instantly saw Natalie�s memory of clearing her classroom of sneak-o-scopes and listening devices, hearing the spell she used, and seeing clearly the different wand in her hand.
Natalie/Anya slipped the same wand from its holster on her inner thigh, pressing it into Snape�s free hand. When he broke the legilimens connection, he was stunned to find the wand in his hand, he hadn�t felt her move.
Natalie rolled her glamoured brown eyes around in circles trying to tell him to cast for the whole of his rooms. Once done, he quickly and efficiently eliminated all of the spy devices hidden everywhere in his so-called private rooms.
Once done, he returned to the bathroom, where the water was ready. Natalie went to him instantly, fingers unbuttoning his heavy coat with amazing speed.
�Is it really you?� He asked in a shocked hoarse whisper.
�Who else would have that memory?� She answered, her voice sounding like music to his ears.
�This is one amazing glamour.� Snape praised her as his hands helped to rid himself of his clothes.
�Can�t change my voice, though.� She chuckled.
�Are you insane?� Snape started to come back to his senses. �Coming here?�
�I had to see you.� She stated simply. �My eyes had to see you. My hands to feel you are safe.�
�At what price?� He croaked hoarsely against her cheek.
�I�ve already paid my admission fee.� She almost laughed at the concern etched over his much more worn features.
�I so need a man.� She laughed at his look of shock.
�I am a man.� He stepped closer to kiss her ardently.
�Indeed you are, now, into the bath, my lord.� She pointed at the tub. He slipped into the water, and Natalie slipped out of her gown. She soaped her hands, running them lovingly over the planes of his chest, down long legs, smiling at the sight of what was once her amethyst bracelet around his ankle.
Natalie�s fingers teased and taunted until Snape could stand no more. He lunged out of the water, capturing the slippery nude woman in his arms and carrying her to the bed. Dumping her on top of the dark green duvet, he crawled onto the raised bed after her, his eyes glowing with a predatory light; water still dripping down his back, dampening the expensive bed linens.
Natalie lay back on the pillows, spreading her legs wide to his view, resting her right hand on her pubis, middle finger pointing down, aligned nicely with the ridge between her labia.
�Are you gesturing obscenely to me, Miss?� Snape purred.
�Just a request, Sir.� She answered back in a husky voice.
�Well, since you ask so nicely ��
Snape rose to claim her mouth, his tongue delving deep enough to touch her tonsils while he positioned his penis at her dripping wet center. His mouth muffled her shout of approval as he rammed home, no gentleness, only urgency driving his hips forward. Seated where he fit most well, Snape allowed his head to drop forward, resting his forehead against Natalie�s for a brief moment, regaling in her warm, tight, wet, pulsing sleeve.
�Please Severus?� Natalie pleaded for his movement. He obliged enthusiastically pummeling into her, ramming her over the edge with himself. He didn�t even feel the marks she left in his backside with her nails.
They continued more gently throughout the night, reconnecting, connecting more deeply. As the early morning light began to seep into the room around the heavy curtains, Natalie rolled to her side to stare deep into the black pools of the man she had grown to love above all others.
�I can take you and Nolan away from here, come with us, please?� Natalie begged piteously.
�I can�t.� Snape stated flatly.
�Yes, you can. I can take you away where no one will ever find us.� She whispered seductively against his ear.
�I can�t. I have to stay.�
Natalie�s hands tightened painfully around his biceps. �Severus, please. Please come with me.�
Tears began to stream down her face; all hope fading from her eyes. Her fingers unconsciously felt for the amethyst around her neck, trembling; ready to jerk the chain free, subsequently forcing him to do as she asked.
�Come with me, let me get Nolan and you both away from this madman. Please, Severus, I�m begging you.�
�I am not a coward. I will not go running to hide behind a woman�s skirts.�
�You�d rather die at the hands of a madman.�
�I cannot abandon my commitments. I owe a life debt, and a vow. I must see this through.�
�Why Severus? To the hells with a life debt, break your vow. Your life is in danger.�
�I owe a life debt to a child; the child to whose mother I swore a vow to protect.�
�I could take you by force.�
�I�d only leave at the first opportunity.�
�Bastard. You don�t even know what this does to me.� Snape quirked a curious eyebrow at the woman who now paced enraged to and fro across the expensive carpet.
�What does it do to you?� He asked curiosity rising even higher. He just began undoing her memory charms and didn�t understand what he could possibly do to her while serving at the Dark Lord�s beck and call.
�Fuck you, Snape.� Natalie fingered the amethyst with her eyes gleaming in fury before hissing, �Kemmyrk.� Refuge.
She disappeared from sight without a sound, no pop of apparation, no whirling of portkey, leaving a stunned and angry Severus Snape to stare at the spot where she was laying only an instant previously.
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