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Spy vs. Spy	By : Sakuracelt Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 15746 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Lupin stopped him when he made his way to the great hall after a sleepless night. “Severus I-“
            “Spare me your thanks, Lupin. I’m not in the mood.”
            “My ‘thanks’?” Remus repeated in a dull voice.
            “I’ve saved your sister’s life. Weren’t you aware?” He said snidely. To his shock, Lupin suddenly grabbed him by the front of his robes, and thrust him bodily against the stone wall with a strength he would never have believed possible. The man glared into his eyes, and for a moment Snape could see the animal that lay beneath. “You’re going to stay away from her. Do you hear me?” His voice was a dangerous growl.
            “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Snape said, his lips twisting in a sneer. “Take your filthy hands off me.”
            “I can smell her all over you, you bastard.”
            “Well that’s disgusting.”
            “If you touch her again, I’ll kill you.” Lupin whispered darkly. Snape snorted with laughter.
            “Your sister does what she likes, in case you haven’t noticed.”
            “Oh does she? Because it looks to me like you’ve sunk your greasy talons into her. My sister’s been through enough. It ends. Today.” Remus let go with a huff. Gone was the shy, sickly prefect Snape had known as a teenager. The man before him seemed ready to tear him limb from limb.
            “Don’t fret, Lupin. There’s nothing I want from her that I haven’t already had.” He said dryly, watching his face turn white with fury before turning into the dining hall with a flourish of his black robes. When he took his seat on the dais, he noted with great annoyance that Freya was not there, but before he could contemplate this, she walked in and his eyes widened, his cup of tea halfway to his lips.
            Mouths fell open at the sight of her. Several older students wolf whistled appreciatively, but she did not blush, nor acknowledge them in any way. She was wearing a positively heart stopping little black dress that wrapped around her curves like a mortal sin. It had a sweetheart neckline, and merlin knew what was holding it up, though it left plenty to the imagination. She’d wisely chosen to wear a cropped black shrug to cover her shoulders, for the dress was toeing the line between professional, and inappropriate. Her arms were bare, except for several delicate silver bangles that hung at her wrists to cleverly hide any chafing they may have had from their activities the previous night. A thin black belt hugged her waist, making her look incredibly voluptuous, and her shoes…gods help him, they were black t-strap pumps with tiny buckles wrapped around her ankles. They were at least three inches tall, but she walked with incredible confidence, the gentle swing of her hips enough to stop a man dead in his tracks.
His mind immediately conjured an image of her, lying on her stomach with her hands reaching back to hold onto those heels for dear life while he…He cleared his throat. Freya had neglected to pull back her hair as she usually did, and it cascaded to her shoulders in waves, but he still caught a glimpse of the green collar around her neck. She looked positively mouth watering. Severus felt his manhood stiffen to full attention, and he was forced to shift uncomfortably in his chair to accommodate.
            He tried to think of something clever to say, but he caught the slightest glimpse of the top of her stocking when she climbed the dais, and his mind went blank. Freya did not ignore him as he half expected her to. Instead she gave him a curt, professional nod, and even a cold sort of smile as she took her seat next to him, but she turned away before he could speak, and immediately addressed Hagrid, who was watching her somewhat warily, as if frightened she would turn back into the terrible creature he had seen the previous night.
            “I want to apologize to you Hagrid.” She said softly.
            “Apologize? Blimey, Freya after what I saw…are you feelin’ alright? You don’t ‘ave a scratch on you!” The half giant’s voice wavered with genuine concern.
            “I’m…fine. I think. I just wanted to say I’m sorry for frightening you.” She hesitated, then handed him a small parcel Severus hadn’t noticed before. “These are for you.”
            “Oh! Freya you should’na done that!” He said, beaming when he opened it. It was a pair of gigantic green mittens. “You knit these for me?”
            “You said it was hard to find them in your size, so I just thought…” She began sheepishly, but he cut her off and enveloped her in an enormous bear hug, lifting her off her feet until she started gasping from lack of air.
            “They’re beautiful. Thank you.”
            “Good. I hope they fit all right. I’m off to Hogsmeade. Thought I’d catch up with Tonks on my day off.” She said with a small smile.
            “Drink a few butterbeers for me!” Hagrid said in his pleasantly gruff voice. Her smile widened.
            “Hopefully we’ll have more than that.” She winked. “Later, Hagrid! I’ll try not to pass out on your lawn!” The gamekeeper snorted with laughter.
            “Just like the good ole days, eh?” He called after her as she walked away. She turned back and gave Hagrid a conspiratorial grin. Severus’ ears pricked up at this.
            “Don’t go starting rumors about me.” She said. Snape stared after her, anger simmering just below the surface; through he was careful not to let it show on his face. She was going out in that dress to get drunk with an old school friend, was she? His eyes were transfixed by the way her hips swayed with every step, knowing he wasn’t the only one watching her arse appreciatively. He struggled internally for a moment. It was none of his business what she did in her private life, of course. Still, the anger bubbled away like a draught of living death. There would be other wizards there, undressing her with their eyes, trying to seem clever to impress her…as if sweet words would be enough to attract her attention. Unbidden, the image of Freya sitting in the courtyard with Charlie Weasley rose unbidden in his mind, and suddenly he felt queasy. He cleared his throat, and Hagrid looked over at him.
            “Are you feelin’ alright, professor?”
            “You are…well acquainted with Miss Lupin?” Snape asked conversationally, sipping his tea. The big man chortled a bit, then looked at him with surprise.
            “What, you don’t remember? Freya and Tonks were right troublemakers when they were ‘ere. Always sneakin around to the other houses, holdin secret parties late at night. One time I caught ‘er sleepin one off in my pumpkin patch. Gave me a fright, it did. Don’t think any o’ the teachers really caught on. She made me a beautiful paintin’ of a dragon the year she left. I still ‘ave it.” Hagrid chuckled sadly. “I thought she’d died, to be honest. No one had ‘eard from ‘er. That night she came back…” He shuddered noticeably, but did not elaborate. Snape thought he understood.
            When he took another sip of tea, he spotted Professor Mcgonagall, who was eyeing him shrewdly as if he were a first year out after curfew. “Something on your mind, Minerva?” He inquired, genuinely surprised by the cold hostility on her face. She lifted an eyebrow at him, and he couldn’t help but fidget a bit in his seat. No one lifted an eyebrow quite like Mcgonagall. She rose steadily from her seat, rolling the Daily Prophet she’d been reading into a tube as she did so. When she walked past him, he heard her mutter sharply. “Idiot.”
            Hagrid blinked in bewilderment. “What was that about?”
            “No idea.” He replied.
            Later that night, he perused the halls past snoring portraits and cold suits of armor, when there was a sharp clanging noise. Instinctively, he drew his wand, and followed the sound with a distinct feeling of déjà vu. When he peered around the corner, he saw Tonks holding onto a very drunk Freya, and they were giggling, but trying not to make too much noise, which of course resulted in more giggling. He rolled his eyes contemptuously. Freya’s arm was thrown over her friend’s shoulder, partly out of affection and partly because it was helping her keep her balance. Her free hand clutched her shoes, but her cardigan was lost, the neckline of her black dress falling treacherously low. She had no coat on either, and it was beginning to snow outside. She still had a few snowflakes in her hair, which was now a touch disheveled. Tonks was saying, “Shite, when you started dancing on the table, I thought he was going to have a bloody heart attack!”
            “Fun way to die.” Freya slurred, giggling helplessly.
            “Fix yer dress, you dumb slut!” Tonks laughed, motioning to the hem of Freya’s skirt, which had hiked up and become caught in the top of her stocking around her thigh. “How does that even happen?”
            “Same way you lose a sweater, you bloody nag.” Freya snorted, and they collapsed onto each other in a fit of laughter. When Tonks saw her reach up to scratch under the green leather collar, she stopped chuckling.
            “You should take that stupid thing off, Freya.”
            “Ehh fuck off mate.” The smile slipped from her face to be replaced with a sneer.
            “I’m serious!” Tonks said.
            “Can’t do it, luv. Not yet. S’magic, y’see.” Freya whispered conspiratorially, tapping the side of her nose as if sharing some private joke. Tonks stopped dead in her tracks and held her friend out by the shoulders, staring into her eyes.
            “Freya. Darling. Are you telling me you’re bound to him by magic?” She sounded concerned and it annoyed him immensely. He refused to feel sorry for what he’d done. He had saved her life. Where was the gratitude?
            “Mmm. Yeah for a bit. I s’pose.” She grumbled.
            “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. I know you can take care of yourself, but I swear if he hurts you again I’ll hex his balls off.” Tonks said. Snape took that opportunity to step around the corner and fix them with his most savage glare. Tonks snorted when she saw him, but Freya simply gave him a drunken smile. There was real pain in her eyes. He glimpsed it before she looked away. His stomach churned and suddenly the harsh words he had prepared for them died upon his lips. She looked as though he’d smacked her in the face. He didn’t understand. Tonks wrapped her arm around her friend’s shoulders, and steered her in the opposite direction, back toward the door. “Let’s go visit Hagrid, shall we? We’ll have a hot cuppa, yeah? ”
            Freya did not look back at him, and the fact that she did not left a cold feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach. She had retreated back into the snow, rather than face him directly. He didn’t stay to watch the large wooden doors close behind them. Instead he went back to his chambers, where a bottle of firewhiskey was already waiting for him.
            He didn’t bother with a glass, but instead tilted the bottle to his lips with a frustration he was not well acquainted with. What was this? He and Freya had fucked. That was the end of it. There had been an attraction, they had acted upon it, and that was it. He should have slept like a baby when it was over, but the arousing memories mixed with the strangeness of his departure had kept him awake. The sex had been amazing, and it just so happened that the spell enabling them had served a greater purpose, but he was convinced it would have been inevitable regardless. So why did he feel like shit? “If he hurts you again” Tonks had said. Again? Severus snorted to himself, convinced he had not done anything she had not consented to. If she had wanted him to stay afterward, why hadn’t she just said so? She was a grown witch, fully capable of stating what she wanted. Why did women have to be so complicated?
He took several gulps of the liquor before he slammed it down with a harsh gasp. This was nonsense. This wasn’t him. Severus Snape did not require gratitude or praise from some witch, and he certainly didn’t owe her anything. If it was romance and daisies she wanted, she should give Weasley a call. Suddenly he decided to tell her that very thing himself, this very instant. He left his chambers, and flew down the corridors, tripping down stairwells until he reached the library floor. He pounded on the portrait of Galahad, ignoring cries of protest from the pompous knight.
            “She doesn’t want to talk to you!” The knight sneered down his nose at him.
            “Let me in, or I’ll fetch turpentine and a rag and wipe that stupid smirk off your face. Literally.” He hissed.
            “Spare me your empty threats, ruffian!” The portrait said with a sniff, and sauntered off, leaving Severus completely alone.
            “Fuck.” He pounded on the now empty painting again, realizing that without the knight, his only hope of entering without her bidding was completely gone. “FREYA. Open up this instant, witch!” He said in the most intimidating voice he could manage, then feeling very stupid, speaking this way to a wall. There was a titter of laughter behind him, and to his annoyance, Tonks was standing there, leaning on the wall drunkenly. Her vibrant pink hair was a bit of a mess.
            “Wotcher, Severus! She can’t hear you. Passed out cold as soon as I got her into bed. Poor luv drank ‘erself silly. Looks like she’s not the only one.”
            “Nymphadora.” He said through gritted teeth.
            “Don’t call me that.” She snapped. “Why don’t you just leave her alone, yeah? C’mon you had your fun.” She staggered toward him, and prodded him sharply in the chest with a finger. “Got what you wanted, didn’t you? So how about you just piss off back to the dungeons where you came from.”
            “Has everyone gone mad? I just want to talk with her.”
            “She told me what you did.” Her eyes narrowed accusingly.
            “In great detail I hope.” He sneered.
            “Course not, but she’s wearin’ a bloody collar like a dog now. S’not hard to figure out.”
            “She’s angry about the collar?” Severus asked with genuine disbelief.
            “Merlin you’re thick.” Tonks smirked. “No she’s not. I think she likes the damned thing. You used her, you bastard. You tricked her into that stupid bond-“
            “Saving her life, in case you’ve forgotten.”
            “You shagged her, and then acted like a complete shit. I don’t care how casual it was, no one wants to be treated like a piece of meat.”
            “I assure you, Freya found it most enjoyable at the time.”
            “Don’t make me vomit. ‘Oh sorry Freya, gotta run. Thanks for the shag. Don’t wait for my call. By the way, you do know how to cast a contraception charm? Ta!” She mimicked him in a dumb, oafish voice.
            “That was…poorly handled. I’ll admit that.”
            “It took me years to talk her out of liking you. You just had to ruin it.”
            “She’s not a child. We had a…pleasant evening. Then it ended. We’re colleagues. Nothing more.”
            “Oh yeah? Does she know that?” She asked with a small tilt of her head.
            “Freya’s an intelligent witch. She may think whatever she pleases.” He sniffed, trying to ignore the sick feeling in his stomach.
            “If you don’t care so much, why are you down here, eh?” Tonks pointed out. He did not know how to answer. “Shoulda just asked her out, mate.”
            “What I do is none of your damned concern.” He spat, then turned away, determined to sleep off his inevitable hangover. In the distance, he heard Tonks guffawing with laughter at his expense. When he returned to his quarters, a cold feeling of anxiety washed over him. His experiences with women had varied over the years, but they always ended the same. They had their fun, and then it was over. He had never before considered the aftermath, although he supposed that he’d never really had to. He thought about Freya, curled up in her bed under her white down coverlet at this very instant. Sleep did not come easily.
            The following morning was the day before holiday break. The students were mostly free to laze about in their common rooms as they wished, or play outside in the fresh snow. Teaching anything was nearly a waste of time, as any information he deemed worthy seemed to float into their ears, only to evaporate. He took the time to work on his own private experiments, but soon discovered that he was out of ginger, which he needed to counterbalance the effects of billywig stings. When he slipped into the school kitchens to seek some out, he found Freya and her students clustered around a table. The house elves were eyeing them curiously, not used to having so many people around. When he inched closer, he saw Freya grinding up an assortment of fragrant spices with a mortar and pestle, wearing a bright green apron. It was odd to see her doing something so domestic. He cleared his throat, and the students went silent.
            “Hello professor Snape.” Freya said as she handed the mortar to Parvati Patil, who sniffed it and nodded with a huge smile. “Miss Patil is teaching us how to make masala dosas. How are my spices looking?” She asked the young witch.
            “Very nice miss…” She hesitated “although I think you’ll be happier with more cumin seeds.”
            “I do love cumin. Should I add the chiles now?” Freya asked, silently encouraging the young woman to speak more freely, as she’d been given the opportunity to be the teacher instead of the pupil.
            “One or two.” She replied shyly. Freya beamed at her.
            “Is this your new curriculum Miss Lupin?” Snape asked sarcastically, unable to help himelf. “Are they likely to find a boggart in the oven?”
            “Dosas I understand are cooked on top of the stove.” She replied with a tiny smirk. He glared at her. She knew what he’d meant.
            “You don’t think it more prudent to teach your subject?”
            “If you don’t think dosas are worthwhile, then clearly you’ve never had them. Is there something you want, or are you just here to criticize?” There were a few titters around the classroom. People, as a rule, did not speak to professor Snape this way.
            “I’m looking for ginger to balance a heavy dose of billywig stings.” He said, feeling the odd need to defend himself, as if he needed a reason to be there.
            “Here. Try cardamom instead.” She walked over to him and handed him several tiny green pods. “Should counteract the er…floaty effects of the stings.” She added dryly. He bit back a scathing remark about not needing her advice, then stopped as he noted the confrontational expression on her face. There was no pain in her eyes, but there was a cool determination hidden there as if she was simply dying for an excuse to hex him. The thought crossed his mind that if they were ever to duel again, it might end very differently. He felt the students watching them. Now was not the time to set her off.
            “Very well.” He said stiffly, and left the kitchen in a strangely dark mood, house elves scurrying to get out of his way.
            Their interactions continued in this coldly professional way, and he found himself thinking that it was almost better when she’d avoided him completely. As cutting as his remarks usually were, she always countered him smoothly, and often the feline curl of her smile would bring with it a mad desire to either kiss her, or perhaps throttle her. Sometimes he’d catch her looking at him, but she was quick to look away. It was maddening. To make matters worse, the rumor mill was getting out of hand and he had no way of knowing exactly who knew what. He was no stranger to this, but the fact that his sex life was involved made it almost unbearable. When he found himself in the teacher’s lounge with her, he noticed that she was wearing a rather form fitting skirt that made her ass look phenomenal, and mused to himself that her outfits were becoming more provocative as of late, but just as he was wondering whether this was a deliberate attempt to distract him, he saw Professor Sprout looking at them as though her favorite muggle soap opera had come on the telly. His tea was completely ruined.
To his great annoyance, Dumbledore called him into his office to inform him that a Christmas party was being held at number 12 Grimmauld place in two days, and that he was to attend whether he liked it or not. Severus had protested, but to no avail. He did not do Christmas parties, even if it was an excuse to meet with other phoenix members. The elderly wizard had just smiled at him.
            “Oh and please inform Miss Lupin that she is required to attend as well, for debriefing. I want the order members to know the names of every single dark witch or wizard she encountered when she was abroad.” He added. When Severus scowled, and turned away, he heard the headmaster quietly add “Oh and Severus…I do not pretend to be an expert when it comes to ladies, but I do believe an apology is usually well received.” This, Severus thought, was far from helpful.

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He had hoped to make a quick entrance and leave before dinner, as was his usual custom whenever he appeared at Grimmauld place for meetings. Severus couldn’t stand the place, as it was home to the man he detested even more than the Potter boy. As usual, Sirius greeted him with utter loathing on his face, but this time seemed mostly preoccupied with the Christmas decorations. However, before he could think of an escape plan, he found himself roped into service by Molly Weasley, and he was now peeling potatoes in the kitchen with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Surprisingly, Severus actually rather liked Molly. They’d built a strange sort of appreciation for one another over the years. As much as she disapproved of his teaching methods, as well as his habit of rarely allowing her to feed him properly, she seemed to find his sourness endearing, and he found that secretly, he rather liked the way she found little ways to dote on him like a mother hen. The fact that she so often butted heads with Padfoot helped to improve his opinion of her enormously.
“Has Snivellus poisoned the nosh, yet?” Sirius asked as he sauntered into the kitchen to swipe an apple from under Molly’s nose.
“Severus is joining us for dinner.” She replied shortly.
“You’re joking. Please tell me you’re joking.” He said, not caring in the least that Severus could hear him.
“I assure you Black, I wouldn’t be here if Dumbledore hadn’t insisted.” He muttered darkly.
“Ahh Snivellus. Always following orders like a good little boy. Merlin, you need to get laid.” He said with an audible sneer. Snape rolled his eyes. If only you knew.
“Sirius, I hope you don’t talk like that in front of my children.” Molly said through gritted teeth.
“Course not Molly, my love. Wouldn’t want to teach them any bad habits. Blimey, who’s that with Remus and Tonks?” Sirius asked suddenly, peering out of the window at the sidewalk just outside. Snape stiffened. He had hoped to make his escape before Freya arrived, but had still checked himself in the mirror before he’d left Hogwarts, knowing this to be unlikely.
“Oh, that’ll be the new DA teacher. Ginny absolutely adores her. She reinstated the dueling club, you know!”
“Nah that can’t be right.” Sirius muttered with a frown. The doorbell rang, and he swept into the hallway, greeting his old friend Remus with a great roar of welcome. Severus fought the temptation to poke his head out and look, but still listened hard as Sirius said hello to Tonks, then spoke to Freya directly. “And surely, this isn’t Freya Lupin? Remus, where have you been hiding her all these years?”
“Hello, Mr. Black.” Snape heard her say politely.
“No, no please call me ‘Sirius.’ You are a vision, my dear. Come, let’s get you a nip of sherry before dinner. Whatever happened to that mousy little girl I used to love?” Snape’s lip curled in disgust at this particular sentiment. Yes, padfoot. Turns out that girls tend to become women eventually. So glad you finally figured it out. He made his expression carefully blank as Lupin, Tonks, and Sirius popped into the kitchen, with Freya following hesitantly behind them. “Oh, let me take that for you, darling.” Sirius fixed her with a dashing grin as he helped her out of her coat. “Please, make yourself at home. I know it’s a bit on the dark and dingy side, and that’s not just because Snape is here.” Anger bubbled deeply inside of Severus when he saw the man’s long fingers brushing her bare shoulders, but at least she did not laugh at his jape.
“Freya, this is Mrs. Weasley.” Lupin said after fixing his friend with a sharp glare.
“You must call me Molly, dear! Heavens you’re younger than I expected!” Molly gushed, taking the young woman’s face in her hands to get a proper look at her. All hesitation melted away from Freya, and she was soon grinning sheepishly. Molly often had this effect on people. “Ginny’s written all about you of course, and the boys have, as well. We’re so happy to have you. “ The young Weasleys had all returned home for the holiday, with the exception of Bill and Charlie. Severus was grateful for this small miracle at least. Sirius soon busied himself collecting glasses of sherry for everyone, including Snape, but he suspected this was only because a pretty woman was watching.
“Hello.”
Snape looked up at Freya, who was suddenly standing at the table with him. Sirius had been right. She was indeed rather pretty in a black pencil skirt and a dark green off the shoulder sweater that complimented the collar he’d given her nicely, although the sight of it gave him a small pang of guilt. They both knew that the collar should be worn for at least a few more weeks to be certain of the spell’s effects, but somehow he’d thought she would have torn the thing off and burned it. He’d injured her pride, and he knew that now. Seeing the thing in the mirror every morning must have felt like a slap in the face.
“Miss Lupin.” He replied in a low voice. A pained expression passed fleetingly over her features and he wondered if he would ever be able to speak to her without saying the wrong thing again.
“You look nice.” She said cautiously. He gave her a sidelong glance, uncertain if he was being teased. It was true, however. He had chosen a soft black button up shirt with a dark emerald green vest, and a well tailored coat. The effect was rather dashing. He knew that deep down, he had worn it hoping to catch her eye. She had not spoken to him since her teaching stint in the kitchens.
“Let’s leave Snivellus to his potatoes, shall we?” Sirius stepped in and placed his arm around Freya’s shoulders in an overly familiar way that Snape did not like. “Come, more of the Weasley brood is here.” His dark brown eyes twinkled mischievously, and he gave her a very charming smile, which Freya returned. He listened as Sirius loudly introduced her to Arthur in the next room, and he paused momentarily from his duties to rub the bridge of his nose in frustration.
“She is lovely, isn’t she?” Molly said very softly. Snape turned to stare at her.
“I didn’t notice.” He lied, immediately regretting it. Did nothing get past this woman?
“You know, Severus I’ve raised six boys. I know what pining looks like.” She replied rather huffily. “Go talk to her before she falls in love with Sirius Black.” He gaped at her as she wiped her hands on the front of her apron. “Go on. Get. I’ll be fine without you.” She shooed him from her kitchen, and he distinctly heard her muttering “Men.” Before she returned to her cooking.
Dinner was an obnoxious affair. Between Lupin, Black, and possibly Tonks he was trapped in an uncomfortable triangle of dislike. The Weasley teenagers seemed determined to pretend that he wasn’t there, as though his presence was tainting their fun. He was however seated across from Freya, who was happily reminiscing with her old schoolmate while Sirius seemed to take great pleasure in doing every tiny little thing for her. There had been an awkward moment when both men had made to pull her chair out for her, but thankfully she pretended not to notice. “Freya, when our meeting is over, you must let me show you around the old place.” Black said pleasantly. Freya smiled prettily at this. Over my dead body, thought Snape. Sirius’ little quips were bringing out a fiercely possessive streak that he knew he should not have, and when he saw the marauder’s fingers brushing hers when she passed him the salt, he thought about stabbing his hand with a fork.
She did not seem displeased by the attention, although when Sirius offered to pour her some wine, she politely declined, and then pulled her silver flask out from somewhere he could not see, and shared a nip with Tonks, who snorted with laughter. Sirius found this most amusing as well, but Severus did not like the way the other man’s eyes lingered on her bosom when she wasn’t looking. He was eyeing her the way a dog looks at a piece of meat, and it set his teeth on edge.
“I still can’t believe how lovely you’ve become.” Black said. Freya looked around momentarily, not certain who he was speaking to, then her eyebrows shot up in genuine surprise when she realized he was addressing her.
“I can’t believe you remember me at all.” She replied smoothly. Sirius grinned roguishly at her, not hearing the slight bitterness in her voice.
“Freya, do you remember that party we had with the Pearson twins?” Tonks asked, waiting for Freya to take a sip of water and laughing when she choked.
“Nope. No idea what your talking about.” She said through her coughing. The teenagers perked their ears up to listen.
“Of course you do! That was the night you had tequila for the first time! Remember?”
“You’re just trying to get me in trouble.” Freya interjected. Sirius’ eyes flashed at this, and Snape had a feeling he knew what the animagus was thinking.
“You spray painted lipstick on the statue of Gryffindor on a dare, and then left your brassier dangling in his hand.” Tonks said conspiratorially, smirking down at Ginny, whose hand was over her mouth. Sirius beamed, while Molly looked shocked, but amused. Fred and George sniggered at eachother.
“Liar.” Freya said, took another sip of water. “It was rum, that night.” The teenagers thought this was terribly funny and began to giggle.
“I…I remember that.” Severus said softly, staring at Freya as though seeing her for the first time. “Minerva was furious. She was convinced one of the Slytherins had done it. That was you?” The table went silent for a moment, then Tonks and Freya burst into a fit of laughter. Even Severus grinned in astonishment, watching as Freya wiped tears of mirth from her eyes. Molly caught him looking, and he tried to pass it off by taking a large gulp of wine.
“No one ever suspects the Hufflepuffs. Why is that?” Ginny asked.
“We’re just too adorable.” Tonks replied sagely. Freya snorted, and covered her mouth. They erupted in another fit of giggles.
“Miss Lupin…” Fred called over to her. “My brother and I were wondering…” He passed down a rolled up muggle magazine. “Is this you?” Freya unrolled it surreptitiously, and her eyebrows shot up in amazement.
“Where the hell did you find this?” She asked. Tonks snatched it from her hands, and held it up, giggling. “Oh Merlin, don’t look at it!” She exclaimed, her face going suddenly very pale. The woman on the cover had been photographed lying down on a white sheet. She was nude, but there was an enormous black python wrapped around her, hiding her breasts and nether regions in its massive coils. Her lips were a bloody scarlet. The caption read “Art, or Pornography?” It was undoubtedly Freya, only she appeared to be about eighteen. Molly took one look at the cover, and glared furiously at her twin sons.
“Yes, where did you get this?” Fred and George blanched under their mother’s ferocious glower.
“Wasn’t this your first gallery show? Where you met…you know…” Remus asked quietly.
“Um…yeah.” She replied, clearly uncomfortable. Her eyes met Severus’ briefly, and he saw the haunted look in them.
“I’ll take that, if you don’t mind.” He said quietly to Tonks, snatching it out of her hands before she could pass it around for all to see. He muttered a spell, and the magazine burst into flames, and when he curled his fingers around it, it crumbled into ash on the floor. “Whoops.” He said sarcastically to the now silent table. Freya relaxed noticeably and gave him a tiny, grateful smile. Sirius snorted loudly and disdainfully.
“Way to go, Snivellus.”
When dinner was over, they cleared the table as Arthur shooed the teenagers from the room. It was time for Freya’s debriefing. Her entire demeanor changed when she spoke. She was rigid and chose her words carefully as she told them everything they wanted to know about Barty Crouch, their time in Belgium, and about finally being sold into captivity. She did not mention the succubus, even when Lupin tried to ask about it, but he stopped when she glared at him coldly. They plied her with questions, and she answered swiftly and with efficiency. Within moments she had gone from Freya, the DA teacher with a scandalous career in erotic paintings, to the spy who’d been surrounded by wealthy death eater sympathizers for years. She gave them names, and Remus wrote them all down. When Sirius asked her about the vampires that had apparently threatened the school, she shook her head. Dumbledore had ordered both of them not to discuss this with anyone, but they must remain open to the possibility that the Dark Lord would form an alliance with the undead. The school did not appear to be in any immediate danger.
“How did you escape, Freya?” Arthur asked.
“I don’t remember.” She said with a finality that did not welcome further questions. When the meeting was over, there was an air of general satisfaction, but there were more than a few wary looks cast in Freya’s direction. Severus took this opportunity to excuse himself. The work had been done. He could finally leave. He made to grab his coat from the hallway closet, but hesitated, thinking about Freya’s face when she’d seen that magazine. Snape knew what it was like to have unwanted memories thrust in your face when you weren’t ready for them. If she was lying about her escape, he could hardly blame her.
When he returned to the living room, nobody turned to look at him. The Weasley children were having a grand time snapping Christmas crackers, producing showers of golden confetti and tiny enchanted birds that fluttered about happily. Amidst this chaos, he saw Sirius and Freya, standing in a corner, together. Cold fury curled inside of him as he watched his enemy lean against the wall, twirling his moustache in a way that was almost obscene. Freya sipped at her brandy politely, but then Sirius whispered something in her ear that made her blush. Jealousy seeped through his veins like cold venom. He watched helplessly, as mistletoe appeared magically in a puff of silver smoke over their heads. Sirius leaned in but she turned her face, so he brushed her cheek with a chaste kiss, still managing to give Severus a triumphant smirk as his fingers tugged deftly at the collar around Freya’s neck. The witch looked very uncomfortable. Snape felt a white hot surge of anger and considered storming over and planting Black’s face directly into the wall, but he was saved by Lupin, who placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder and pulled him roughly away.
“That’s enough of that Padfoot.” He sniped. Tonks was giggling. Her wand was out, as it had be she who’d conjured the mistletoe. He saw Freya’s eyes roll up toward the ceiling as she downed the rest of her brandy in a solid gulp. The gesture made him realize that she was no more comfortable at parties than he was, just better at faking it. This was his moment. He strode to her side, and delicately plucked the empty glass from her fingers, murmuring softly into her ear.
“Might I have a word, wife?” And before she could protest, he directed her into the kitchen, placing his hand in the small of her back. He caught Sirius’ watchful eye as he did, and couldn’t help but give him a tiny smirk of his own. Lupin saw, and attempted to follow them but Tonks held him by the arm and whispered something in his ear that stopped him in his tracks.
He closed the door behind them, and when he turned to face her, she had her wand out.
“Do I even want to know where you were hiding that?” He felt a strange sense of relief when she grinned at him, then lifted her skirt just enough for him to glimpse the wand holster strapped to her thigh. Snape knew why she’d made a good spy. Sometimes it was easy to forget that this was the woman who had once killed a vampire on school grounds.
“I was pointing it at Black’s balls the entire time. Not one for subtlety, is he?” She said with a disgusted snort. “Did you hear that bollocks about how he loved me as a girl? The git couldn’t even remember my name back then.” His sense of relief became a strong surge of affection. Snape inched closer, stopping only when she glared suspiciously at him. “I’m still pissed at you, you know.” He reached up, cautiously as though approaching a wild animal, and deftly tucked a rogue lock of hair behind her ear.
“I was an ass, wasn’t I?” He finally admitted.
“Was?” She teased, lifting an eyebrow.
“Fair enough.” He whispered, leaning in to capture her lips in a kiss. It was a gentle, questioning sort of kiss, but it sent ripples of pleasure down his spine. This was the first contact he’d had with her in a week, and he hadn’t been certain he’d ever feel her mouth on him again. He smoothed his fingers up her bare arms, and held her shoulders for a moment before reaching up to cup her face. She tasted of brandy. There was almost innocence in the way their tongues probed and explored, but it soon became heated as Freya clutched at the back of his coat as though strongly considering taking it off. He hoisted her onto the kitchen counter, his lips muffling a small whimper of surprise. His fingers found the hem of her skirt and began to flutter up her thighs, but she sighed sweetly and gently pushed his hands away before he could go any further. “I want you.” He growled, moving in to kiss her again, but she frowned up at him.
“How do I know you’re not just saying that because of Black? You clearly hate each other.”
“I suppose you can’t know for certain.”
“Hmm.” She seemed to consider this little bit of honesty. “Is that supposed to be some sort of apology?” Snape grunted, somewhat flustered by the question.
“Something like that.” He said. She rolled her eyes, and hopped off the counter. She started to walk past him, but he grabbed her hand, and held it up to his lips. He was not about to let this moment slip by. “I’m sorry.” He said softly. Freya hesitated, and he pulled her in close before she could answer, ready to kiss her again, but at the moment their lips touched, the door swung open, and Sirius entered, clearly intending to fill his glass, and behind him, the entire dinner party gaped at them. Sirius’ face went beet red, while Lupin glowered angrily. Tonks and Molly smiled uncertainly as Arthur tried to herd the twins, Ginny, and Ron upstairs for bed. Freya looked at Severus and shrugged, sighing deeply.
“Pour me a drink?”
“My pleasure.” He replied, turning to refill her brandy glass.
“You drink too much, Sis.” Remus quipped disapprovingly.
“Oh piss off.” She sneered, tossing the liquor back in a single gulp. Snape suddenly wondered why Freya had not been placed in Slytherin house. “Are the kids gone?” She glanced up at the stairwell, and saw that the bedroom doors were cracked open. Clearly they were listening. “Lovely.” She muttered sarcastically. “On with the interrogation, then.” Several people began talking at once.
“You don’t owe them an explanation, Freya. Not for this.” Snape said quietly. Sirius and Remus were both staring at them with poorly concealed disgust.
“Oh doesn’t she?” Remus exploded with pent up aggression. Everyone turned to stare at him in shock. Usually the man was so soft spoken, it was odd to hear him like this. “It turns out there’s quite a bit I don’t know about my own sister. You’ve barely spoken to me since you returned, and now you’re…with him.” He whirled on Severus “And YOU. I told you to stay away from her.”
“What?” She winced, caught somewhere between anger and amusement. She looked sideways at Severus. “He threatened you? Bollocks, that seems…futile, actually. Remus, you can’t go around trying to scare people. You’re just no good at it.” Snape fought back a grin.
“OH yes, of course it’s all a bloody joke to you, but you know what, Freya? It was never a joke to me. You didn’t write to me for two years. I thought you were dead. You…you selfish…” He sputtered, an unsaid insult hanging terribly in the air between them.
“Don’t be stupid. I couldn’t write. It was too risky.” She protested. “I fell in with a bad lot, remember?”
“No. We both know the truth, Freya. You didn’t write because you didn’t want your friends to know about us. Hufflepuffs are supposed to be loyal, but you’ve never bothered with that bit, have you? Where were you, Freya? Where were you when mum died?” The silence that followed was heavy. “She asked for you. She asked for you with her dying breath. Did you even know that, or were you too busy whoring yourself to deatheaters to care?” He spat furiously, his chest heaving with emotion. Molly gave a small gasp and covered her mouth.
“Remus, that’s not fair.” Sirius said quietly, placing his hand on Lupin’s shoulder. The werewolf looked around at him furiously.
“No… he’s right.” Freya said calmly without a trace of emotion. “Severus, would you please walk me home?” She asked softly.
“Of course.” He nodded, and offered her his arm. She took it gratefully and together they slipped passed them all, passed Lupin who looked ready to explode at any moment, into the hallway to retrieve her coat, but as soon as she had it on, she quickly and quietly walked back into the living room, and pointed her wand at her brother.
“Lingaugeo.”
Snape heard a muffled cry, then several disgusting gagging noises as the tongue-swelling curse took affect. Sirius shouted out for Lupin to breath through his nose, while Arthur stuttered out a counter curse to no avail. Freya’s jinx would not be so easy to remedy. Snape smiled at her when she returned to him, and before they left, distinctly heard Molly Weasley say,
“Serves you right.”

            They stepped outside, and Freya paused to retrieve her flask, and drank its entire contents before they apparated. When they made it to the front steps of the castle, Freya staggered for a moment, her head spinning from booze mixed with the nauseating sensation of side along appartition. Snape caught her by the elbow to steady her.
“Easy witch.” He said with a chuckle that turned to a small grunt of surprise when she grabbed him by the lapels of his coat, and dragged him inside. He almost expected to be hexed himself, but instead she pulled him down for a desperate kiss. He moaned huskily, delighted but bewildered by this sudden fervor. Her fingers were tangled in his hair, scratching his scalp pleasantly as she plunged her tongue into his mouth, vying for control with a ferocity that quite literally took his breath away. When she yanked his head back by the hair, it made him gasp. She attacked his throat with hot wet kisses, trailing fire over his skin with every single one, biting him sharply, but muffling his grunt of pain with another kiss. His pulse was pounding in his ears. “EASY, witch. Do you want to be seen?” He hissed, once he managed to pull away. Freya practically snarled at him to shut up before conquering his mouth yet again, flicking her tongue over his before biting his lip so sharply he tasted blood. She stopped suddenly to listen. There were footsteps approaching.
Growling in frustration, she ducked into a nearby niche, pulling him with her into the shadow of a large suit of armor. He suddenly felt like a randy teenager again, although this was a new experience for him. She kissed him again, and he could feel her need as she pressed her body against his. Her skin was hot and flushed as he pushed her against the wall and tore her sweater down past her shoulders. She pulled her arms out of her sleeves so that the garment hung uselessly around her waist, revealing a dark green bra. Snape kissed the tops of her breasts before tearing the brassier away to ravish them more thoroughly, sucking hard on a nipple. She moaned for him, and only for him. Gods he had missed that sound. His fingers dug into her warm flesh almost cruelly as he kissed her again, tasting her desire while kneading her generous breasts with his hands. He pinched both nipples roughly, and she gasped out.
“Fuck me, Severus.”
“My chambers are downstairs.” He muttered.
“No.” She snarled, placing her hands on his chest and pushing him roughly against the opposite wall.
“We’ll be caught.”
“I don’t care.”
            He started to protest, but lost the ability to speak when he felt her hand fumbling to unbutton his fly, then suddenly her fingers were wrapped around his shaft, and sweet merlin she was on her knees, taking him deep into her hot mouth. Her lips made gloriously wet sounds as she swallowed him with great pleasure, her tits bouncing gorgeously as she did. His groans grew louder and unbidden, and he was forced to quickly mutter a muffliato charm in the hopes that anyone who might pass by would not hear them. Freya was so turned on she began to touch herself while she tasted him, smoothing her hands up her thighs, then reaching between them as she teased the sensitive head by grazing it ever so gently with her teeth. He gasped out her name as she licked up a tiny droplet of pre cum, then suddenly she was twisting her head as she sucked him so hard he became weak in the knees, moaning lusciously around the head of his cock. He gasped raggedly at the sensation, and began to utter a short stream of curses. She liked that it seemed for she rewarded him by taking him deep into her throat, careful not to gag herself.
            “Ohh…fuck.” He tossed his head back, and it hit the wall with a small thud. She pulled him out of her mouth slowly, sucking hard, then finishing by swirling her mouth tantalizingly around the swollen tip. Her fingers worked his shaft expertly, pulling him irresistibly toward orgasm as she gently leaned in to tickle his balls with her tongue. He bucked his hips convulsively into her hands. “Freya…” She pulled away, and stood. “Please, Freya…”
            “You want to cum, Severus?” She murmured cruelly. “Do something about it.” His lips curled into a glorious sneer as he spun her around, and pressed her forcefully against the wall. He hiked up her skirt, and saw to his great amusement that she was wearing nothing underneath.
            “Oh you little whore.” He whispered, smoothing her hair away from her face, before roughly holding her head flat against the wall with his forearm. He kicked her ankles apart, and teased her wet cunt with the tip of his cock. “Is this what you want Hmm?”
            “Don’t be gentle.” She breathed. Severus hissed with such pleasure as he sank himself into her. She quivered against him and held onto the wall for dear life as he bucked his hips viciously, stretching her without mercy. He fucked her brutally, watching her ass wobble with every stroke. He then reached up and touched her lips, moaning gruffly when she took two fingers into her mouth and sucked, swirling her tongue around the flesh wantonly as if she were sucking him off again. When he pulled them out, they were moist, and he snaked his arm around her hips, and used them to rub her clit in small wet circles. She whimpered in that adorable way of hers, and he thrust himself harder, pounding the walls of her pussy with renewed savagery. She stood on the very tips of her toes, bracing herself against the wall to feel the entire impact of his cock. It was not long before he felt her body stiffen and quiver from an approaching orgasm, but he did not pull away as he so often liked to do. When she came, it was sharp, and sweet as though it pained her, just a little, and the quivering of her nether lips around his cock was enough to pull him over the edge with her. As his seed pumped into her, she turned her head, and kissed him ever so gently. He had never before felt so wanted.
            He chuckled with astonishment as he withdrew, and tucked himself back into his trousers. She pulled on her bra, and tugged her sweater back on properly, then without a word, started to walk away. He gaped at her in shock, feeling the sting of anger. Was this some kind of vengeance? Had she just used him?
            “No.” He growled, and rushed after her. She hadn’t gotten far as she was limping just a bit. When he reached her, he grabbed her shoulders and spun her around. To his horror he saw that her eyes were full of pain and for a moment he wondered if he’d hurt her, but as soon as he thought it he knew that wasn’t the case. She had used him, to escape from herself if only for a moment. Severus understood this, possibly better than anyone else. “No. We are NOT doing this again. I don’t want another week of your silent treatment.” Her brow furrowed in confusion.
            “I don’t understand.”
            He scowled, realizing that he didn’t particularly understand either. “What do you want?” He finally asked, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. Her mouth fell open in shock.
            “I…I don’t know.” She admitted. “I really don’t.” They stared at each other for a moment. “Do you…maybe want to go to The Locke with me tomorrow?” She finally asked with a wince, as though it pained her. He shifted uncomfortably.
            “Is that a club of some sort?”
            “Well. Yeah. It’s a bar. Sort of artsy. Bit pretentious. Sorry, it’s a stupid idea.” She mumbled.
            “Miss Lupin, are you asking me on a date?” He asked suspiciously.
            “Course not! I mean, I would never… I’m asking you to drink yourself stupid with me, which is essentially what I do every night anyway, only in public, and with more expensive drinks, so…yeah no, I suppose it is a date.” He considered this momentarily.
            “I suppose.”
            “Ah. Ok. Well, that’s…neat.” She said, blushing. He grinned, and she giggled with embarrassment. “Fuck. Alright. Tomorrow night, then.” She said, turning to climb the stairwell. “Oh, and it’s a pretty casual sort of place, so you don’t need to wear dress robes or anything. I mean…” Her blush deepened. “you can wear dress robes if you like. Obviously. It’s a free country.” He stared at her, fighting hard to hide his amusement. They’d just shagged like animals, and now she was stumbling over her words like a tittering schoolgirl.
            “Goodnight, Freya.” He picked up her hand, and kissed it. Her eyes narrowed.
            “Damn, you’re good. Goodnight.
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