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Rating: You name it, we�ve got it - at some point in the story - as
long as you don�t name children or animals. (Werewolves not considered animals)

Kids? Scram! Don�t like kinky, "perverted" sex? Don�t read. - In
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Disclaimer: All Hail JKR! Everything recognizable belongs to her. The
story though, belongs to us.

Posting of this story will go on for a year, (April 2005 - April 2006)
and be - to our knowledge - the first (kind of) realtime FF written. Posting
will be at least once a week. It is a birthday present for a beautiful (and
kinky) young woman, Matilde, who only deserves the best. We�ll try to give her
exactly that.

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Seventh Week - May 22th. - May 28th. - Once in a blue moon.

By Lysa

Sunday, May 22th.

He was still not feeling well. He had thougth that he was on the mend, but
last night he'd been worse again. He tried to make the cauldrons and his
test-tubes stand, but he felt so dizzy that he couldn't concentrate on the
task. It felt like the fever was back with a vengeance.

'Severus?' a soft, female voice inquired, 'are you all right?'

She has slipped into his provisional laboratory - a corner in the cottage's
living room - He was definitely not all right, and this time he had to admit it.
It would be nice if the little pest would help him to his bed. He needed to lie
down. Just for a while.

'No, Nymphadora, I am not. You may assist me. I need to sleep a little.'

Observing worry wash over her little face was somewhat satifying. It wasn't
all Charlie Weasley in that little brain of hers. He might have made an
impression after all. And somewhere he was sure that his ... experience on that
subject ... seducing women, was somewhat more extensive than the young Mr.
Weasley's. He might be young and virile, but Severus doubted that subtlety was
something that young men, and especially young, former Gryffindors cared much
about.

She slipped one suprisingly strong arm under his and led him to his chamber.
She made him stand still, didn't let him just crawl under the quilt. She
insisted that he should undress. She clearly thought he was too slow, in his
feverish haze he could feel her small hands sneak their way around the large
amount of buttons, unfastening them, undressing him. Under other circumstances
he would have felt it extremely arousing, having the beautiful, little fairy
serve him like that, but his brain was boiling. His body, though, was another
case. He could feel blood rush to his lower bodypart as Nymphadora's able hands
started to unbutton his trousers. He vaguely wondered if it was a coincidence
that her hands more than once grazed his growing erection. Or if it was as
coincidential that her small face had to be so close to the silk of his black
boxers. When she finished undressing him, he was fully erect and had he not been
feeling that bad he' d taken her on the spot. Stupid little cute twit of a
girl!

He really was sick. He' d not find her that sexy and sweet a week ago.
What the Hell was wrong with him?
Tuesday, May 24th.

'Severus! Severus!' A voice called from someplace far out in the
darkness. He wasn't inclined to wake up, it was nice and warm under the
blankets, but the voice continued to call him. He didn't want to come back, he
just wanted to lie here, resting in the dark fog that had overtaken his brain.

It was the voice of Charlie Weasley. Now he definitely didn't
want to come out of the relaxed and hazy state he was in. To exchange peace and
calm with a red-headed Weasley, a Weasley who had his woman in his bed at
that. No, thank you! He chose to ignore the noise.

'We are definitely flooing Dumbledore now, Tonks. There is
something extremely wrong with Snape! We know You-Know-Who is
hunting, it might be Severus' mark? Or ... Are you sure you got to him
before he drank from the vampire?'

'I thought so, Charlie. But now I am not so sure anymore. You
are right, we should have flooed Albus last week. It is full moon tonight. What
if he really is changing? Do you think we have to ... stake ... him or
something?'

'Shhh, Tonks. He might hear you. You can't talk about the
possibility that we are to exterminate our old Professor in front of him. Let's
go outside.'

'He's not that old, Charlie, he really isn't.'

'And if he changes tonight, he isn't going to be much older, is
he? Let' s go floo Albus!'

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It was later, much later when he woke up. From his bed he could look out of
the window. It was dark outside, only the moon hung like a large, white orb, looking down on Earth and the strange and deviant
creatures living there. He looked up at it, thinking of Remus and how he managed
to get along with Hermione Granger. Severus felt feverish, hot, sweaty, and only hoped
for the Pink Plague to come by, carrying the cold wash-cloth, which had brought
him such relief the last time he had been that overheated.

He could hear the wolves howling outside, far away, a lonely and sad weeping.
Somewhere out there were the creatures he had so much hoped to get samples
from; tissue, blood, fur. Had he been lucky, he might even have had samples from
a werewolf who had been bitten by a vampire. A rare combination, but it had to
be out there. He so wanted to solve the riddle of the shapeshifting disease. He
wanted to be known and acknowledged for something else, something good,
something beyond his attachment to Voldemort and his efforts and sufferings as a
spy for the Order. To be known and marked for something else than a burning
black mark etched in his skin.

But now he felt so bad, he didn't have the strength to get up from the bed. The
wizard who had lived and endured through uncounted Cruciatus Spells had finally
given in to something more forcefull than his Slytherin will-power.

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A cold chill ran down his spine. It was her, the Plague. He was lying on his
side, and to his great surprise he discovered that exept for a small towel,
strategically placed over his abdomen, he was clad naked. He was still somewhat
confused but felt better. The soaring heat which had held his body was replaced
with a fire erupting from his groin.

He was almost moaning from pleasure when Nymphadora stroked him with he
damp, dripping piece of cloth, it was the most exquisite of caresses, the most
relieving cold feeling as she let her hand wander over his warm skin. His cock
stirred. She was delicious and he was delusional. He had to get the girl out of
his mind. He wanted to devour her. He wanted her. Now.

In a second he had grabbed her around the waist, and before she could react,
except for a loud squeak, he had her on her back, her hands over her head - held
tight in his slender, but strong hands. Before she could make any attempts of
freeing herself he had ripped her t-shirt apart, gaining acces to the soft
white skin of her neck. He only hesitated for a second, but he was tempted, oh,
so tempted, by the soft flesh, the throbbing blue vein right under her skin, her
soft, flowery fragrance.

He bit her. Through skin and flesh, through the feverish haze. He sank his
canines into her delicious body. He revelled in the feeling of her in his
mouth.

Then everything went black.

When he woke up Nymphadora was wiping his face with the beloved wash-cloth.
When she saw he was awake she looked rather guilty.

'I am so sorry, Severus.' she said. 'I think I kicked you a little too hard.
How are you feeling?'

He was a bit disoriented. 'You ... kicked me?'

'Yes. Sorry. You were trying to bite me, and I was terrified even before. I
was so scared you' d become a vampire. You have acted so strangely the last two
weeks. I simply panicked.'

He couldn't refrain from looking flabbergasted. 'Really, woman. If you had
cared to ask me, I could have told you that I am suffering from
Influenza.'

He was almost smiling, his eyes were gleaming with a mixture of fever and mirth.
'Enlighten me, Nymphadora. Don't you think you owe me an apology? And Minerva
does owe me one as well. I suppose it is she who has infected me. She was
severely sick right before we left, as you might remember.' A strange, humming sound
erupted from his chest, it sounded suspiciously as if he laughed. 'Well, my
little Pink Plague? Do I get the apology or not?'

Tonks was speechless for a moment. Then she started laughing, so much that
tears ran down her cheeks. 'And...I..I..I thought ... tha ... that ... you ... were
... be
... co ... ming... a ... vam ... pire,' she sobbed, almost incoherent from
laughing. 'Oh, I'm ... so ... sorry, Severus ... so... sorry!'

'Well,' he repeated, 'what about the apology? Do I get it, or do I have to
take it myself?'

'Take...take..?' she laughed, trying to speak. Severus quickly chose to
misinterpret her. The annoying little fairy had it coming. He was ill, but not that
ill. He definitely wouldn't mind to spank her. Just to set an example of course.
It was not as if he enjoyed spanking young women. Only if they deserved it and
if they had as delicious a behind as the small Auror's. Then he would admit that
he enjoyed it a little. Yes. Exactly a little ... a little too much.

She was still laughing when he threw the small towel, which had covered his
considerable erection on the floor, and she hadn't stopped when he ripped her
trousers off of her - indeed - very nice bottom and dragged her to rest on his
lap.

'What are you doing? SEVERUS! NO!' She screamed when he slapped her, hard, on
her firm cheek. A nice, red imprint spread its colour over her behind. He repeated the
action, only to hear her scream that he should stop. Not that that was an
option, no. Once more. He felt her wriggle on his lap, against his cock. He hit
her again, this time she just let out a little mewling sound. Again. Several
times, some hard, some light, alternating with caresses. Now she was
moaning.

'Mmmm, Severus,' she muttered, 'please'. She had stopped trying to make him
stop.

'Spread them,' he commanded. resting his hands half way down between her
legs. She did as he wanted although she was
whimpering. He brought his hand down, this time hitting her between the legs,
aiming for her entrance. He spanked her there several times, and she was wet for
him, wet from being spanked. It wasn't quite conciously, but suddenly he had
sneaked two fingers inside her went cunt. She wasn't really protesting against
that action. She pushed her hips agaist his hand, trying to push his fingers
further inside.

'More, Severus, please, now, please!' She was very aroused now, maybe it was
time he got the apology. He withdrew the fingers.

'How, Nymphadora, was it? You owed me an apology, didn't you?' he said as he
stroked her opening very lightly. He liked tormenting her, he liked how she
deliberately tried to wriggle against his erection.

He turned her on his lap, pushing her down on the bed, making her rub her
sore buttocks against the quilt's coarse fabric. She was flinching, it hurt. He
held her hands in a tight grip with one hand as the other stroked one of her
nipples.

'I give you a choise, Nymphadora. You can either get down on your knees and
apologize to me, or you can ... recompensate... me in other ways. What is your
choise?'

Her sweet face was contracted in pleasure as he rolled and pinched her
nipple.

'Recompensate...,' she moaned.

He was inside her before she had pronounced the word to the end. He was in
heaven. She was hot and wet, and her internal muscles obviously wanted to do
some exercise using his cock as a tool. She was perfect! She had no complaints
either, she wrapped her legs around him as he started to fuck her, slowly, not
sure how much force he could use.

'Harder, Sev. Take me,' she whispered, breathless, in his ear.

Then there was no holding back. She was screaming and clawing at his back,
totally without inhibitions, and in the fog of lust and fever he had never seen
or experienced something as sweet. Or as exiting. He was sinking, body and soul,
into this little pink bundle of joy and pleasure. He was sucking at her tounge,
aroused by the silver staff pierced through it, and the thought of what her
tounge could do to his nipples or to his cock brought him so very close to
coming. He had to stop for a short while. He wanted this unexpected pleasure to
last. Not only for himself, but he wanted to hear her scream under him, to watch
her come, before he gave in to his own orgasm.

He continued, and when they came, almost syncronized, she opened her lavender
eyes and looked at him and her eyes was beautiful and he was taken over by the
greatest release he'd had for years.
Wednesday, May 25th.

It was right after midnight, when she woke up, still in his
arms. He hadn't slept, not for real, just dozed off, enjoying the warm feeling
of the tiny woman in his arms. He missed Lucius so much, but this was an
adequate substitute. She was cute. In fact she was more than cute, but he
wasn't sure he was ready to admit that. Not yet.

She nuzzled at his neck.

'I have to get up Sev. I am going to look for werewolves.'

'How are...' He didn�t finish the sentence, as Tonks rose from
the bed, almost as if a tidal wave had flushed over her body. The change was
quick, when she reached the floor she had four legs, and when she stood, she was
a small, deer red wolf. Of course she would go in wolf-form.

'Tonks, take care!' He surprised himself by letting a tender hand
caress the wolf's ear. The wolf winked at him and wagged its tail. Then she was
gone.

He fell back in the bed. This had been a strange experience. He
wasn't sure what was happening to him. Why did he need the little Auror so much?

She was everything he hated; cocky, fresh, muggleloving,
disrespectful, superficial. But now he admitted - even to himself - that
she was also smart, cunning, considerate and clever. She was too young, though.
And far too modern in her approach to the wizarding world. And to him.

How had he gotten so old? He was hardly fifteen years older than
her. Maybe he in fact needed to loosen up a bit. It hadn't been possible before
since he had had James and his Marauders to mess up his life in his years
as a student at Hogwarts. Then it was Lucius, who took him under his wings, made
him turn to the Dark Lord. He had always been facinated by the sinister and
obscure, by the dangers of the Dark Arts.

And the regrets which had overwhelmed him after some time in the Dark Lord's
company - after he saw the wrongdoings, the powerstruggles, the fight for
personal gain amongst the Death Eaters - had not left him able to live an easy,
carefree life.

But now, when his life was ripped apart, when he was rootless,
without any other goal than to escape Voldemort's grasp, he could do as he
liked. And would it be so wrong if he wanted to pursue sexual release? He had
left his lover the only person in his life who had liked him for what he was,
not for what he could have been or what he had to offer. He had sincerely liked
Lucius too. Loved him? He didn't know. He missed him, the intimacy they had
shared. He felt so lonely without his fair-haired lover. Was it so wrong then,
to pursue another relationship which could bring him release; release his
tensions, his longing, his need to be wanted?

His meditations over the Fairy-problem was suddenly interrupted
by a nearby howling.

He looked out, but the woods were quiet, nothing moved. Suddenly
the small, deer red wolf came running from the trees, running for her life as an
enormous hazel brown werewolf was in pursuit of its somewhat smaller cousin. The
young, red wolf reached the cabin where it scratched feeverishly on the door,
clearly expecting somebody to recognize it and let it in.

Severus was out of the bed as soon as he saw the werewolf, now
it was a matter of seconds before Tonks was either contaminated or worse;
killed. He flung the door open, wand ready, exactly the moment where Albus
Dumbledore, Professor and Headmaster of Hogwarts apparated in front of the cabin
with a loud 'pop'.

The Headmaster took in the scene; Tonks endangered, the
rampaging werewolf, the naked Severus. Keeping a straight face Albus raised his
wand and petrified the werewolf. Tonks fell to the ground, morphing back to
usual tiny, pink person.

'Wotcher, Albus,' she panted, flashing him a wolfish grin; her
canines not fully returned to human form. It gave her a slightly disturbing,
vampirish look. 'Close call,' she said, 'Thank you!'

Severus had forgotten his current state of nudity. He grabbed the equally naked
Tonks by the shoulders, hauling her to stand. He was both relieved and enraged. 'You are insane, woman! Why
did you provoke a werewolf like that? It could have bitten you! Are you really as
stupid as you appear?' he shouted at her, not exactly aware of the reasons why
he was so angry.

A tear rolled down her cheek. 'I'm so sorry, Severus. I just
wanted to get a tissue sample for you. I thought it would be less dangerous in
wolf form.'

'You thought,' he snarled, 'I have yet to experience you using
your brain properly! You are exactly as dim-witted as you were when you attended
my classes five years ago! Please refrain from bestowing further assistance on
me, especially when it is not asked for.'

'Now, now, Severus,' Albus said, 'don't you think you are a bit
unfair to Tonks now? She has done her best to help you. It might be appropriate
to show a little gratitude. On the other hand,' Albus smiled, 'you could
eventually put on some clothes first.'

Severus blushed furiously, he hadn't thought of his nakedness at
all, he'd just been so afraid something should have happened to his little Pink
Plague. He strode inside, not looking at Albus or Tonks. He was simply too
embarrased.

'When you are dressed we'll have to make plans for your
departure,' Albus shouted at his back.

Departure? It meant that the Dark Lord's hunters were closing in
on them. The Potions Master rubbed his forearm. Would he ever be left alone and
in peace?

Saturday, May 28th.

The days had passed without any incidents. Albus and Tonks had
taken samples from the Petrified werewolf before they released it, giving new
life to Severus' research regarding the Wolfsbane.

Severus felt so much better; Albus had brought him some Muggle
medicine which was very effective when it came to curing the fever. It had
indeed worked very well. The fever had vanished almost as if someone had cast a
spell on it. Resourceful species, Muggles.

With a wave of his wand he diminished his few belongings and his
entire laboratory set-up. He was very careful about his precious samples and the
concoctions he'd made from them.

He'd worked hard since the incident with the Creature from Hell
and the werewolf she'd almost been bitten by. Luckily her stupid action hadn't
been in vain since the werewolf's blood had created quite amazing results.
Nothing useful yet, but it might come. Severus still had to analyze and
verify the outcomes of the tests but they were very promising- At least they had
given him new possibilities to find a solution to the problem.

For now he had to pack it all away. In a few hours they had to
leave for Egypt and another Weasley. Luckily this one was already taken, Severus
wasn't sure he'd like to find the Plague in the arms of yet another of Arthur
Weasley's brats.

Bill and Fleur had promised to pick them up at Cairo International Airport. This
time they had to travel Muggle style. By aeroplane. A somewhat comfortable,
roofed broomstick - and with far better service.

Severus had never tried a flight by aeroplane, he was looking
forward to the experience. Quite a bit too far to travel by broom, Egypt. And
the weather wasn't too good either.

Neither was his mood. Almost two months with the Pink Plague, looking forward to
more, was starting to get on his nerves.

Maybe he could just loose her in a pyramid?

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