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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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Cold-Shouldered

Incredibly, Natalie allowed her arms to go limp, her wrists merely hanging in Snape�s vise-like grip. She dropped her head to hide her face beneath the curtain of her hair; hiding the glimmer of tears in her eyes as well. They stood for long moments before she sank slowly to the floor to rest on her knees at his feet, her wrists still tightly clasped in Snape�s angry grip, raising her arms over her head. He scowled down at the top of her head, the rage coursing through his veins abating at her acquiescence. She didn�t fight. She didn�t cry out or plead or beg or even argue. She simply melted in front of him, rejected and dejected. She neither spoke nor made any sound at all.
Outside the room, all talking ceased as every set of ears strained to eavesdrop on nothing. Shacklebolt, Cheatham and Nathan disappeared down a long corridor to take care of business. Somewhere in the distance, Mr. Weasley could hear Scrimgeour demanding entrance into the protected wing. He cast a worried glance to his sons, signaling them to make for the doors.
Remus stared straight on at Tonks who shook her head and smiled reassuringly. �No one is getting into Shacklebolt�s wing.� She stated calmly.
The two Aurors guarding the conference room cracked smiles and nodded slightly in agreement. A resounding crash shattered the relative quiet of the common area. All heads turned to the door between the Aurors, watching as it shuddered under the impact of yet another unknown force from inside.
�What the bloody hell?� Ron whispered to Harry and Hermione who both merely shrugged and turned wide-eyed stares back to the door. The third resounding crash caused Draco to turn as well, a hint of surprise in his eyes.
�How dare you!� Snape roared at the witch, the conference table now between them; the carcasses of three chairs heaped at the door.
�I dared the night of the last Triwizard task, you insufferable bastard!� Natalie raged in turn, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the edges of the table. �The night I saved your ass!�
�I did not ask you to save my ass.� Snape snarled, his hands now freed and slamming down on the table for emphasis.
�So sorry then, old chap, for not wasting your sorry ass.�
Snape seethed, his nostrils flaring with each aggravated breath. Natalie fought to maintain any vestige of control over her emotions; her eyes dark and flashing, heart pounding in her chest; torn between throwing yet another chair at the bastard or slamming him to the floor and ripping off all his clothes. She swallowed hard, dropping her head to avert her gaze and clear her thoughts.
Reeling in her wildly fluctuating passions, Natalie once again raised her head to look deep into his angry eyes.
�Severus �� she heaved for a deeper breath then continued �would you really rather be dead?� She inquired with utmost trepidation.
He simply glared back at her for the longest excruciating time before something seemed to snap deep in the depths of his obsidian eyes.
�No.� He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and flopping inelegantly into the closest chair. �But, I would not have chosen to subjugate myself to yet another taskmaster either.�
Natalie�s eyes glistened once more. She stood, torn in two different directions once again.
�Is that how you see me?� She choked on her own words, �As simply your next taskmaster?�
�How else am I supposed to see this?� He shouted, baring his left arm where once a black skull and snake had writhed, but now resided a very small, vibrantly colored eagle and snake. �How else am I to interpret the events in Malfoy�s garden? I could no more have denied you than stopped breathing!�
�I am sorry. I apologize for not explaining to you what I was going to do, or how. I should not have forced you to obey.�
Natalie�s soft-spoken; heart felt words stunned the ever-eloquent Professor into gape-jawed staring.
�Excuse me?� He managed to utter finally.
Natalie relinquished her death grip on the table and sank into a matching chair.
�I said I apologize.� She huffed in aggravation while folding her arms protectively over her chest, not daring to look up but studying the scratched surface of the table intently.
Snape studied her in fascination. Perhaps she is not a dark witch.

�Don�t be ridiculous, Severus. Of course, I am a dark witch.�
Natalie�s head snapped up in irritation with his thoughts.
�I have always been a dark witch. Hell, try to deny that�s half of what attracted you to me in the first place.� Natalie stared steadily back at him as he was once again stunned into silence.
�How did you hear my thoughts?� He asked incredulously.
�I didn�t. You broadcast them. We will have to work on that. Shouldn�t take much. You�re an excellent Occlumens already.�
�What?� He shouted at her, rising slightly from his seat.
�Great Merlin�s hairy balls, didn�t you research the black sabbat binding at all?� Natalie was on her feet now, aggravated, tired, cranky, hungry, irritated, and oddly excited.
�Well, pardon me for not having time � between killing off my oldest and only ally, protecting the youngest Malfoy, and guiding the offspring of my worst personal enemy into saving the entirety of the wizarding world.�
He raged again, angry that he apparently once again jumped into something he didn�t completely understand. Natalie threw her head back and laughed; the same loud, rolling gales of laughter to which she had succumbed when Tonks had slid so ungracefully into Lucius� ballroom.
�I do not find this at all amusing, Natalie.� Snape sniped grumpily, unhappy once again not being in on the joke.

Body and blood combined

Heart to heart; mind to mind

Forever shall I, thee, bind.

Snape ceased his internal grumbling the instant he heard her voice in his thoughts, repeating part of the binding spell. He stared at her, studying her lips to see if they moved.

No, Severus, we share all now.

�Everything?� He breathed in dawning understanding.
�Everything.� Natalie answered softly as she maneuvered around the table to stand in front of him. Gently she placed both hands on either cheek, tilting his face to give her a better angle, and then swooped onto his lips in a blistering kiss. When she drew back for breath, his eyes stayed closed, his head in her hands.
�And by everything, I can presume these odd feelings of lust and arousal are yours?� She asked in the softest of voices, lips close to his ear.
�A constant state when I am near you, I am afraid.� Snape murmured in answer.
�Well, let us explore this constant state of arousal, shall we?� Natalie�s voice dropped a sultry octave.
�Oh hell yes.� Snape concurred, pulling a startled witch into his lap to take control of the kissing.
�Your silencing spell will hold?� He asked as he stroked her hair out of her eyes with a loving hand.
�For us, yes. Smashing chairs against the door � now that�s quite a different story.� She giggled mischievously. He chuckled too this time, being part of the joke for a change.
Natalie shifted deeper into his lap, her fingers combing his hair thoughtfully. She studied his face, tracing the length of his nose with her free hand before reaching up for another kiss. His hands explored beneath the overly large shirt Alexei bestowed upon her, finally after rummaging through the folds, coming into contact with blessed bare skin.
�Natalie?� Snape murmured against her neck as his hands wandered further north.
�Yes?�
�Did you have to bite me, again?�
�Yep. Would have killed anyone else � remember?� She goaded him slightly, pausing only briefly in her worship of his neck.
�Ah.�
Natalie shifted again, rubbing one hip against his hardened crotch.
�Aaaah,� he repeated himself happily. Natalie�s hands worked his shirt from his shoulders, massaging, stroking, searching, reassuring herself that he was indeed wholly healed. He pushed himself away from the table to make room for them both. Natalie smiled into his eyes and slithered from his lap to her knees, unbuttoning his trousers before burying her face into his constant state of arousal and inhaling deeply.
�I missed you, Severus Snape.� She whispered against his pulsating member.
He buried his fingers in her hair, leaning forward to kiss the crown of her head before answering in a soft voice as well, �And I you, Natalie Monterichelieu,� he gasped in delight as she quickly swallowed him whole, humming contentedly around his shaft. �Oh, yes, I have missed you,� he reiterated, sinking into a slouch, head lolling over the back of the chair as Natalie worshipped his shaft, milking his essence in great satisfaction.
When she finished, she lay her head against his thigh, absent-mindedly rubbing circles on the opposite thigh with her thumb. Her eyelids drooped tiredly; a small contented smile graced her lips. Snape�s hand rested on her shoulder, the other knotted in her hair.
The drowsy couple shot back to full alertness at the soft knock and call from outside the door.
�Natalie?� Nathan appealed from the antechamber.
�Just a minute,� she replied, exhaustion slowing her movements and deepening her voice. She tucked Snape away, helping him to re-button before flinging her hand at the door to release the locking ward. The door opened slowly of its own accord, admitting Nathan and Thomas.
�Well, now what boys?� Natalie asked as Snape pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her quite protectively.
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