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Title: Seraphim

Author: Faline

Summary: H wak wakes up and gets the biggest shock
of his lifetime. Well, maybe not the
biggest but DAMN, he gets freaked out.

A/N: First HP story ever. Tried to do something original. If it comes back to bite me in the ass, at
least I�ll have an excuse right?

Chapter Seven

The room was silent for a few moments, the Respeaker
falling quiet on the word �delicious�
and leaving an unease in the air. I
cleared my throat, trying to look anywhere but Severus.

�Miss Malfoy,� his voice had that edge to it. �Do you understand what damage your words
may have done?�

I thought about it for a moment. If someone had overheard, they would get
the idea that I, not Seraphim, had an odd obsession with her potions
teacher�s ass. �Well, I assume anyone
that overheard that would believe I was the victim of a childish crush.�

�Your father, more exactly. This is most likely exactly why I was
called upon to help you. He believes
he could get a connection between the two of us.�

�A connection? I
don�t exactly under-�

�Marriage, girl.
Your father means to marry you off to me.�

I couldn�t help laughing.
Severus looked so incredibly upset and out of his mind. The chuckles were the beginning, escalating
into full scale giggles. If only he
knew that he would be considering marriage to me in almost two decades. That sent me into more giggles. He stood by, watching the laughter, until
finally the worry fell away and he laughed himself in the wake of my glee.

That was interesting too.
It took me years to get him to laugh.
Not until after we were both out of the hospital and had been on a
date or two. And this girl had done it
only by laughing herself.

�I know you probably find this as absurd as I do
Sera. You're a beautiful young woman
who has everything in the world she wants and all I am is a greasy old
man."

He looked so sad. I
crossed the room and put a hand on his cheek.
Surprised, he looked into my eyes.
"Severus, never say that again.
You're a wonderful man who will one day make someone very happy. I have no doubt of that. You're ridiculed enough by others. I won't let you do it to yourself."

We stood there a moment, my newfound height bringing me
only a few inches below his gaze.
Smiling, I kissed his cheek. I
dropped my hand, backing away. As muc as as I would love to say 'bugger it' and pull him into the next room, my
current situation made that a bit tricky.

I turned, and made my way back to the comfy armchair I had
been in earlier. With a sigh, I sank
into the squishy depths. "Now, my
dear Potions Master, about this special potion you need to make for me�what
do you need and how do I get it for you?"

~!~!~!~!~!~!~

Later that evening, I wandered the dungeons, trying to
find my room. I had spoken briefly
with Albus, who assured me that I had my own and it was quite secluded. By secluded he meant lost in the deaths of
the castle.

Passing a statue of a laughing god, I finally saw the
statue of a sphinx that he had mentioned.
Tickling the stone under the chin, a chunk of the wall slid to the
right, making a perfect doorway for my build.

I entered the room and took stock of what was around
me. It mirrored the room at the Malfoy
mansion fairly closely. The bed was a
canopy with black velvet and green satin adorning most of it. There was a fireplace, which made the cold
dungeon not so foreboding. Along one
side of the room, there was a large armoire with a stool in front of it. A mirror had been set up on the
armoire.

By the fireplace, a very comfy couch had been pushed
within five feet of the flames. Two
matching chairs sat on either side, farther away. Either this girl was a pyro, or she was
perpetually cold.

Pulling off the t-shirt and jeans, I walked over to the
wardrobe, looking for something more comfy to wear to bed. Pulling open the top drawer, I almost
choked when I saw all the stuff inside.
Pulling out a pair of crotch less, leather panties, I gasped for air. How in the hell were these things supposed
to work?

Next, I pulled out a small whip, a pair of handcuffs, and
a chain mail bra. This chick
definitely inherited the masochistic attitude of the Malfoys. I shut the drawer after I found a vibrator,
and opened the next one.

Frilly, girly panties and bra sets littered this one. At least there was no metal. I pulled out a pair of boxers that had been
shoved into the back, and a camisole.
Pulling on the garments, I walked over to the bed. I could smell sex on it. Ew.
Girl sex. Double Ew.

I groaned and made my way to the couch. Pulling it a few more feet away from the
fire, I plopped down and almost immediately fell asleep.

My dreams were pleasant that night.

Severus lay in my arms, the real ones, a huge smile
plastered across his lovely features.
He kissed me softly, whispering, "Never let your mask slip,
boy." He kissed me again,
deepening the contact and pressing into my body. I groaned, deep in my throat as a hand
drifted down to my zipper. Making
short work of that muggle contraption, the hand slid down inside my boxers,
grasping my erection firmly.

It started to tug, sending warm shivers up my spine. The hand twisted and the warmth turned into
a burning heat. Groaning again, I pushed
up into the pleasure, my hip connection with Sev's erection. His groan was much like my own. Deep, needy.

He pressed his lips to mine again, exploring the heat he
found there with his tongue and the drifted downwards, pressed kissing to my
skin. He paused in his downward
trajectories to hover on first one nipple, and then the other. He bit them both in turn, soothing the
sharp pleasure-pain with laving attention from his tongue. My cock was now dripping with anticipation
of what would come.

He started his path again and I arched into the feel of
his mouth on my stomach, then my hips, and finally, that which wanted it the
most.. Grasping the head of my weeping
organ with his lips, he ran his tongue over the tip softly. I cried out, grabbing his head mercilessly
with both of my hands.

Slowly, he began to inch myk ink into his mouth. A groan was ripped from the back of my
throat as he started an electrifying tempo.es'>
His hand soon joined his lips and I shouted as pleasure took me over
the edge. I came, screaming, into his
mouth.

As the heat subsided, I looked down into his eyes. Sev smiled up at me, his old mischief in
his eyes as he spoke. "Never let
your mask slip boy."

~*~*~*~*~

Another cliff hanger.
It's horrible when that happens, isn't it?
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