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Life Eternal

By Alecto Perdita

Chapter 8 - Promises

Beta'ed by Amanda Saitou

Rating: R

Posted: August 4, 2005

Revised: September 17, 2005

Warnings: Slash, HP/SS

Email: alecto.perdita@gmail.com

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Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the intellectual property of J.K. Rowling, and is being used in this fanfiction for fan purposes only. All situations, opinions and characters not belonging to J.K. Rowling are the intellectual property of Alecto Perdita.

Harry collapsed onto the couch in the main drawing room. After getting Shavonne into bed, he was left with the task of answering questions and directing the disconcerted guests back to their homes. Some left the village to Apparate and others used the fireplace in the drawing room. Sinclair came in some time after and fire-called the Ministry to request Aurors.

The Hogwarts professors refused to leave before hearing from either Albus or Snape first, so they lounged in the drawing room. Harry contemplated hiding in his room until all these people had left. He didn�t though. Instead, he stood against an empty wall and watched all the people he had known in what felt like a lifetime ago.

The other teachers left him alone and Harry was glad for that. Looking to the clock on the mantle over the fireplace, Harry figured it had been just over an hour since the beginning of the ordeal.

Harry�s breathing quickened when he saw Hermione approach him. He hoped she was not going to talk to him but he had no such luck.

�You�re Cedric Wesley, correct?� She offered her hand.

�Yes,� Harry took it and turned the palm over to kiss the back of her hand. �I don�t believe we�ve met, Ms�?�

�Hermione Granger,� she said quietly.

Harry�s heart nearly broke now that he finally had the chance to study his old friend up close. The guilt he had repressed in the years past came surging back in waves. He fought to place an insincere smile on his face. �Nice to meet you, Miss Granger.� It hurt to have to pretend to be like a complete stranger like this. He wanted to just hug her and just beg for her forgiveness, but he couldn�t.

�Please, just call me Hermione.�

�Only if you�ll call me Cedric.� Harry replied almost immediately.

�Of course,� Hermione gave him a small smile that was a reminder of their days together. �Draco tells me you�re working for Severus.�

�Siobhan actually, she�s the one paying me. You actually call him Severus?�

She laughed softly. �Well, not to his face, but Severus isn�t so bad. Granted he can be an unmitigated bastard at times but he�s a good man.�

�Like Malfoy.� Harry muttered very quietly but he knew she still heard him.

�Exactly like Draco.�

�Are you�� Harry wanted to ask so many questions but couldn�t because a stranger had no right to know any of the things he wanted to know.

Did she hate him for abandoning her? Was she lonely? Had she been able to go to Uni like she always wanted to? Did she still love Ron even though he was gone now? Was she together with Malfoy? They had arrived at the party together and Malfoy had turned to the side of the Light after falling in love with Hermione after all.

He was saved from the possibility of embarrassing himself when the Ministry Aurors came through the Floo. A few Aurors quickly took statements from each of the Hogwarts professors before dismissing them. The other Aurors left the room for Nott and the others in the dining hall. Harry�s former teachers weren't happy being forced to leave.

The Aurors questioned him more since he was living in the castle at the present time and then went to join their fellows in the dining hall. Harry stayed in the drawing room since it was obvious that Snape didn�t want him around at that time. About three hours after the beginning of the whole ordeal, he saw the Aurors take Nott past the drawing room door and into the foyer.

He wanted an explanation. Why was Nott still around? Nott had betrayed them all in the final battle, so Harry assumed Nott would have been punished accordingly after he was captured. The biggest question on his mind was what did Abraham have to do with any of this? Abraham was the only person who knew anything about his curse and even then, he wasn�t sure how much the man really knew.

Harry began pacing back and forth across the length of the room when no one came for him, stopping once in a while to study the various objects on the mantle. What was taking so long? The Aurors had already taken Nott and left. Should he just barge into the dining hall? No, Snape had made it clear he didn�t want Harry there.

A hand landed on his shoulder and he spun around. Acting on pure instinct, his body interpreted the touch as a threat and he struck out, his fist connected with hard flesh with a sickening crack. He watched in dismay as Snape stumbled back, a hand moved up to cup his bloodied nose.

�Shit, Snape! Don�t sneak up on me like that!� He screamed.

This was bad. He was falling apart. He would have felt Snape�s presence if he had been paying attention to his surroundings as he should have. He had allowed himself to be overwhelmed by that vague sense of paranoia after what Nott said, and allowed it to control him and his actions. This would only make him more suspicious in Snape�s eyes. Harry knew he had to calm down.

�I didn�t know you would have reacted so violently. This is my home. Why so jumpy, Wesley? Expecting someone?� Snape�s eyes were bright with suspicion as he sneered.

�I�m telling you. I don�t know anything. Excuse me, I�m going to bed.� He shoved past the older man and focused his thoughts on the comfortable bed waiting upstairs instead.

�I�m not done talking to you, Wesley,� Snape�s vice grip closed around Harry�s wrist and the man jerked him back. �How did you know where Nott was? I know you�re hiding something. Don�t play innocent with me.�

He found himself looking up into Snape�s enraged face. The older man�s nose was even more crooked than before. Figures his punch would catch that prodigious nose instead of some other part like the jaw. Thin lips were drawn back in a vicious snarl. It was not a pleasant sight and Harry was reminded of his fifth year when he had violated the privacy of Snape�s Pensieve.

�I don�t know to what ends your purpose here serves but-�

He cut Snape off. �Look, Snape, I�m going to say this once and only once. I�m not here to achieve whatever nefarious deed you think I intend to, so just push off. I�m just as confused and scared by this as you are.�

Snape let out a snarl. �I don�t care for what you�re insinuating. I will get to the bottom of this.�

�And so will I,� Harry snapped with equal venom.

He drew in a deep breath when he suddenly realized how close he was standing to Snape. The older man�s eyes widened only a fraction, but he appeared to have just realized the same. Snape was the one that stepped away first, dropping Harry�s arm as if it burned.

He sucked in deep breaths. There was a sort of desire churning at the bottom of his stomach. It was not unlike the curse, but Harry knew it to be something entirely different. He shuddered. He wanted to reach out and touch Snape again- to try and grasp that fleeting and seemingly ineffable feeling again.

�If anything should befall my family-�

Harry didn�t let Snape finish his threat. Part of him was angry at Snape for being unable to trust Harry. �Nothing bad�s going to happen. I swear it. If something happens, I�ll make it right. It�s my job after all.�

He didn�t allow himself to back down in the face of Snape�s intense glare.

Snape turned away with an expression of disgust. �I am doomed to spend the rest of my life surrounded by Gryffindors.�

Harry�s heart seized. He knew Snape didn�t mean anything else by those words but�

~~~

Severus stormed out of the drawing room. He wasn�t going to let Wesley get the last word over him. He had finally figured out why Wesley had irked him so from the very beginning. Some of Wesley�s characteristics reminded him far too much of Harry Potter.

Wesley stopped halfway up the stairs. Severus watched as the younger man�s shoulders slumped and then squared. Wesley turned around and waved his hands in a vague manner, �Look, I�m sorry about your nose and sorry about just pushing you like that now. I would have fixed your nose for you except you know about my trouble with healing spells.�

He lifted a hand to shield his nose. �And I thank you for not trying in the first place. My nose is monstrous enough on its own.�

A boyish snicker tugged at the corner of Wesley�s lips. �Yes, sir.�

He deepened his obvious scowl in return. Feeling he had more than enough Wesley for the day, he turned away to return to where his aunt was still waiting in the dining hall. Unfortunately, Wesley wouldn�t relent and jumped the last few steps to follow him.

�Look,� The blonde sighed. �You�ve done me the honor of calling me a Gryffindor.�

Severus snorted. An honor indeed. However, Wesley didn�t let his disdain derail him.

�I swear by Godric Gryffindor�s sword that I will never intentionally put your family in danger and I will do my best to remedy this strange situation. I know you don�t trust me. I suppose I haven�t done a lot to gain yours either, but Siobhan has already hired me and I�m here. I�m going to see this through, if you are willing to have me here.�

He couldn�t help but stare openly. Wesley was so strangely eager to prove himself. The obvious courage shining so blindingly bright in the younger man�s face could only be described as Gryffindor. Severus was sure he knew that expression though. In the past, he had witnessed another set of stubborn jaws and bright eyes in this same way. Though he was searching for a specific face in his memories, he had seen it before on Granger and the deceased Weasley boy.

He found it even stranger that Wesley swore by a Hogwarts Founder and his archetypal symbol. After all, the Founders didn�t hold all too much significance for wizards that had not attended Hogwarts and certainly not to someone that had attended Durmstrang.

He had absolutely no reason to trust the younger man. Wesley had tried to kill him, insulted him, lied to him, and may be conspiring with the fiend that was trying to hurt Severus� heirs. Yet there was something about the young man�s eyes that screamed a sort of desperate sincerity.

Wesley trailed slowly behind him as he tried his best to correct his already crooked nose. He didn�t need Siobhan asking even more questions than usual.

�So what happened with Nott?�

�The Aurors took him into custody.� He replied simply.

�Didn�t you learn anything? Or find out who sent him?� Wesley lengthened his stride to match his and Severus saw the younger man lick his lips nervously out of the corner of his eyes.

�Nott knew nothing. He had been approached a few nights ago but he never got a chance to see who it was. Whoever sent him went through a lot of trouble covering his own trail.�

�Oh�� Wesley trailed off, his gaze wandering away along the wall.

Severus stopped and stepped closer to Wesley. �You suspect someone, don�t you? Who? Tell me.�

The younger man raised his head to meet Severus� gaze. For once, it seemed as if Wesley was the one trying to solve the puzzle. �Abraham.�

�Who?�

Wesley shrugged. �Someone from the village, I think. You�ve seen him before too,� the younger man suddenly turned his head down. �He�he knows things, things he shouldn�t know, things no one should know.�

�About you?�

Wesley nodded, still staring at the floor. �Abraham has a�strange interest in me. I suspect if I get close enough to him, I�ll be able to find out what�s going on and stop it.�

�That�s a fool�s plan,� he growled. �You don�t even have an idea of what you may be getting into. Granted you may be proficient at dealing with magical pests and Dark beasts, but practitioners of the Dark Arts are a much different story.�

�I know enough.� Wesley glared up at him with clenched jaws.

At that moment, Severus could almost see a spark of green swimming in Wesley�s gray irises. �Potter,� he snapped in annoyance.

Wesley�s eyes widened in shock and the younger man stumbled back. �What?� The younger wizard�s eyes darted across the room in search of a quick escape.

He was too caught up in his increasing irk to realize that Wesley was overreacting for some reason. �Why must you remind of Potter so? I haven�t thought about the boy in nearly six years now and then you come waltzing into my life-� he took a deep breath and cut off his own rant. The Boy Who Lived would always be a sort of sore spot for him.

�Well then, if I remind you so much of Harry Potter, I�d think I�d deal just fine with Dark Wizards.� The younger man�s face was white as he forced a nervous smile.

�That remains to be seen.� He crossed his arms and looked away. Wesley would become even more of an eyesore if he continued looking at the younger wizard with Potter still so fresh in his mind.

~~~

�Cedric, I know this is sudden, mon ch�r, but I would be honored if you would stay with us until Sinclair and Jessica�s wedding. I�m sure the rest of this family feels the same way too.�

Harry nearly choked on his sandwich when Siobhan brought up her request in the middle of lunch the day right after the Nott incident. From Snape�s thunderous expression, Harry knew instantly that his former professor had not been consulted about this decision.

�We would be so happy if you say yes.� Jessica jumped in immediately.

Sinclair just nodded in agreement.

He took a quick glance at Snape out of the corner of his eyes. His former teacher lifted his cup of tea to his lips and the older wizard�s words were muffled as a result.

�Excuse me?� Harry asked.

Snape placed the cup down and cleared his throat. �I said, Wesley, if you want to make good of your promise,� the man sneered. �You�ll have to be here to do so.�

He smirked. It was a challenge from Snape, and it was one he intended to take and overcome. �Of course,� he turned his attention back to Siobhan. �I would be honored.�

After lunch, he approached Snape about going down into the village with him. Siobhan had gone off to care for Shavonne, who was restricted to her bed again for the time being. Jessica and Sinclair had their own business to take care of. Harry figured this was as good a time as ever to start.

Snape greeted his approach with a familiar gesture- that sardonic eyebrow raise. Did the man have any other way of conveying his emotions?

�I�m going to try and find Abraham now. If you would like��

�I insist.�

He eyed his former teacher�s attire. �You�re going to have to do something about that,� he waved his hands vaguely. �You�re going to look strange in the village like this. The villagers already think this place is barmy enough.�

�Fine, I will meet you in the foyer in ten minutes.�

He nodded as Snape left the room. He wondered if the older man had anything else besides black robes and waistcoats with one too many buttons. He shrugged off the thought and went to foyer to wait.

In less than ten minutes, after Harry remembered to discard his outer robe and to leave it in the drawing room, Snape came down. The older wizard was dressed still in complete black. Harry could not say he was surprised by that. He would have never guessed that Snape owned clothing so Muggle.

�Siobhan,� Snape grumbled. He must have seen the question on Harry�s face.

He nodded and they made their way into the village together. He did most of the work though. He talked to the villagers and asked around for Abraham�s residence or general whereabouts. Snape just stood back and watched him work. Bloody bastard. Several people stopped them on the streets when they recognized Snape. Harry enjoyed nothing more than asking all these people why they remembered his former professor and getting the same answer time and time again along with Snape�s glare. It was the older wizard�s nose.

About an hour later, they were no closer than when they first started. Barely more than a handful of people in the village had ever seen a man of Abraham's description, much less know the man. It could be concluded that Abraham didn�t live in Snape village. One can�t live in a village of this size and be virtually unknown to everyone. Abraham must be from another village or town nearby. Or he was a tourist. Summer was the tourist season for Yorkshire.

It was almost time for tea and after Harry broke out in another coughing fit that forced them to stop and rest, Snape declared the search to be a waste of time. Between his minor cold and the warding incident, the cough persisted and refused to leave him. It was becoming more than a minor annoyance though.

Harry rolled his eyes. It wasn�t as if the older man had even helped. Snape went back to the castle and he went to wait by the Beck. He was sure Abraham would show up at some point. He was just going to have to wait by places they had met before and Abraham was bound to come.

He lied down and stretched on the grassy slope of the bank. The sky became bluer and clearer with each passing day as summer settled into northern England. Harry was once again struck by how familiar this was. The fresh smell of grass teased his nose and memories. He remembered tumbling to the grass with Ron after a particularly strenuous Quidditch practice. He remembered lying back like this and listening to Ron and Hermione bicker. He slowly drifted off to sleep with the grass blades tickling his nose and elbow, and remembered�life before�

His eyes snapped open, and he was staring at a dark sky speckled with little points of light. He moved to sit up but found he was pinned to the ground by the arm around his waist.

�It�s as if you�re nocturnal,� Abraham breathed over his earlobe and pressed his lips to it. �The sun just set minutes ago.�

Harry reached down for his wand to discover it missing from its holster. Abraham propped himself up on his elbow and hovered over him, but he didn�t lift the arm he draped over Harry�s waist. The man waved a wand over Harry�s face before quickly drawing back his hand.

He gritted his teeth. �Give me back my wand and get off.�

Abraham ignored him and leaned in to nuzzle his face in Harry�s neck. �Word has it that you�re looking for me. I reckoned you received my message then.�

�Yes,� Harry planted both hands on the other man's chest and pushed him back firmly. �I hope you weren�t hoping for it to be well-received and it wasn�t,� he sat up. �Leave Snape and his family out of this.�

�I can�t do that,� Abraham�s eyes flashed angrily. �That castle belongs to me. I was there long before they were.�

He stood and held out a hand. �I�ve heard enough. Accio wand!� he snapped.

No wand came flying into his hand.

�Accio wand.�

Nothing.

�Where�s my wand?� he growled. �Give it back to me.�

Abraham frowned and rose to his feet. He grabbed Harry�s wrist and pulled him closer. �You listen here, boy. I�ve invested a lot of time and effort in you. I�ve made my offer, and you do not even have the consideration to try and give me an answer. I�m offering you freedom! Freedom from all this hiding and fear!� his fingers brushed over the faded scar on the back of Harry�s right hand. �Just like this scar, the past simply doesn�t �go away,� not in the way you want it to.�

Harry stared down at the pale thumb tracing the scar from his Fifth Year. It was old but never quite faded away in the way he would like. Reigning in his senses again, he tugged and tugged but couldn�t free himself from Abraham�s grip. It was like steel. �You can offer me nothing. I�ve said what I�ve had to say. Stay away from the Snape family.�

The other man leaned in and hissed. �And why should I? He tormented you as a child. Do you not relish the opportunity to take revenge for all that pain and humiliation?�

�Give. Me. My. Wand.�

�No.�

Harry fisted his right hand and drew it back. He punched the other man in the face and sent him crumbling to the ground. He straddled Abraham and placed both his hands on the older man�s neck. �My wand.�

Abraham laughed. �You�re fighting a losing battle. That curse is going to win over you one day. That day will come. Make no mistake of it, unless you let me help.� Abraham�s irises disappeared completely into the dilated pupil. Harry could see red- blood red.

Suddenly his throat closed up instead. He fell over and off Abraham, his hands clawing at his throat. He couldn�t breathe. He coughed violently and tried to inhale air. He gasped for it.

He just hoped none of the villagers were getting themselves involved. He still wasn�t sure what Abraham was fully capable of. Merlin, Snape was right. He was a fool and he had no idea what he was dealing with. The ground loomed dangerously close but something caught him before he hit it.

A warm arm encircled his waist and hauled him back to his feet. The world spun around him and he became vaguely aware that someone was calling his name- not his real name, mind you. A hand on the front of his neck massaged his throat, as if trying to ease the passage of air into his lungs.

Everything suddenly snapped into acute clarity. Harry's head fell back against a strong set of shoulders and he was staring up into Snape�s face, taking in every detail of the features. He could see every wrinkle lining the older man�s forehead- testaments to the stress and times of his life. He could see the frown lines tucked in the corner of those sensual lips. Sensual? It was both intoxicating and compelling. For the first time, Harry saw the fire burning under the inky blackness of the eyes. There was life in this man before him and Harry hungered for it like a starved man for food.

Abraham�s words pierced through his trance but did not break it. �I�ve accelerated the course of your curse. You feel it, don�t you? The life pulsing under Severus� skin. You crave it, don�t you? Take it. Satiate your hunger for it.�

Snape�s words were just as clear and biting. �I can assure you, Wesley, that I am nowhere near as appetizing as this man would suggest. I reckon my life would taste like ashes.�

Harry struggled to find the grounds between the curse and himself. It was all muddled and blurred together. He was almost certain that if he had his wand on him, he would have used the killing curse on Snape. Snape held his gaze without wavering or blinking. When Harry began to reach down for his dagger, Snape moved one hand to grasp his wandering hand instead.

Legilimency, he remembered vaguely.

�I will hurt you if need be, Wesley.� Snape growled.

He watched as Snape�s other hand, with his wand clearly visible, trained on Abraham. He shivered as he felt the magic gathering around his former teacher like a bright halo. No, magic would not be enough. He had already discovered that. Life was what he needed.

�You sent Nott.� It was a statement of fact more than anything.

A slow grin spread across Abraham�s full lips. �Do you even have to ask, Severus?�

�I did not give you permission to address me by my given name.� Snape snarled.

Abraham laughed. �I need no such permission from the likes of you.�

�What did you do to Wesley?�

�I didn�t know you cared.�

�He doesn�t.� Harry vaguely muttered.

Snape shot a glare down at him before fixing his attention back on Abraham. �I am going to repeat myself only once. What did you do to him?�

�Poor, poor Severus,� Abraham clucked and shook his head. �You�re so in the dark, so unaware of the Darkness that dwells in that man you hold in your arms now. You were always slow to avoid your father�s curse or the dark artifacts he planted around the castle. Hogwarts has only further addled your brain, dear boy.�

�Don�t talk as if you know me.� Snape growled.

�But I do,� Abraham gave them a toothy grin. �I know far more about you and your family than you could ever imagine.�

Harry�s insides froze when he caught the glint of the moonlight reflected off the sharp elongated canine teeth. The startling new revelation seemed to break the strange trance that held him. His eyes immediately moved to the ground and found only two shadows like he expected to. Strangely enough, he felt no inclination to move from Snape�s parody of an embrace.

�Nosferatu�� he murmured.

Abraham laughed. �Very good, Cedric, very good. You always did know the Darkness better than most men. You were touched by it at birth,� he took a step closer with a hand extended. Harry knew Abraham was reaching for the hidden scar on his forehead. �Do you still remember that or have you repressed that as well? No one has ever won against the past.�

Snape drew him away and placed himself between Harry and Abraham. With the two older men facing off in this manner, Harry could see a manner of semblance between them. Snape looked older than Abraham but then again, the undead did not age.

Abraham stopped moving closer. The vampire�s words were still directed at Harry past Snape. �Now do you understand? The kinship you feel towards me. Do you now see why I have chosen you, servant? It�s a compelling offer, isn�t it? You find yourself fighting to resist accepting it. We have met and are meant. Don�t fight it.�

�As he is currently under my employment, you will have to excuse my reluctance to release him from his contract just yet.� Snape straightened to his full height, but he was still shorter than Abraham. It was strange how Snape treated the whole situation like an inconvenience.

Some tiny voice in Harry�s head said he should be fighting his own battles. He didn�t need Snape. He was perfectly capable of taking care of himself and had been for years. Yet an even louder voice clambered for him to just hex Snape and join Abraham- to partake in the pleasure the vampire was offering. Harry knew it was just his curse reacting to Abraham�s proximity. These needs and wants were all artificially produced by the curse, but they were still hard to combat.

He had known of the few options he had for his future. After Voldemort had been defeated, his first task had been to research the curse the bloody bastard had placed on him. The fact that is was a curse outlawed by the Ministry under the revised Dark Arts Act of 1904 wasn�t a surprise at all. There was no countercurse though. There was no cure. His prognosis was a bleak one. It would only become progressively worse and it did. He didn�t give up though. It wasn�t in his nature to give up. He left England after setting his affairs in order and gaining the protection of the Ministry to search the world over for a cure. He couldn�t have stayed in England. He was a danger.

The only thing in the world that came remotely close to his curse was what was now standing before him- a vampire. There wasn�t a cure for vampirism anymore than there was a cure for him. He hated it- this hopeless feeling.

�And he is soon to be kin,� Abraham smirked. �Companion, and servant. I believe that has precedent over your silly contract.�

Snape ignored Abraham and turned to face Harry. �Nosferatu, you said?�

Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He opened them again and said very softly, �Yes.�

�Very well,� Snape whipped around and he could feel the sharp whip of robes snap against his jeans. His former professor brushed aside the robes with a theatrical flourish, his hand digging into what Harry assumed was one of the many hidden pockets. Snape fished out a small potion vial. He barely caught more than a glimpse of the potion�s rusty red color before Snape chucked it at Abraham�s feet. Snape�s wand was quick though, and an Incendio caught the potion before it seeped into the ground.

A plum of violet smoke rose the moment the potion caught fire. Abraham wheeled back suddenly and screeched. Harry wondered if they had attracted the attention of villagers with all this commotion. He wasn�t sure why the smoke garnered such a reaction from Abraham until the wind shifted and the sudden pungent scent of garlic knocked him back and off his feet. Snape simply brought one robed arm up to his nose to fend off the obnoxious smell.

Greasy git, Harry thought sourly.

When the smoke and scent cleared, Abraham was gone. Harry's wand was lying on the spot where the vampire was only seconds ago. Harry admitted that some part of him was expecting a declaration of intent, but there was none given. He felt his mind clear without the suffocating presence of the vampire. The silent exit was much more eerie than any dramatic theatrics and the curse continued to demand satisfaction.

Harry watched as Snape�s robes swished about in his direct line of sight. It finally occurred to him that Snape had gone all the way back to the castle to change back into his robes. Or maybe Siobhan had sent Snape to search for him again. She seemed to make that a point of habit nowadays.

He craned his head to look up at Snape but made no move to get up. The older man showed no inclination to offer him any help either. Snape�s expression was tight and unrelenting, but his words sounded strained to Harry, �You invited a vampire into my house? Tell me, Wesley, are you an accomplice or under his thrall?�

�Neither,� Harry replied simply and watched as those black eyes narrowed further. �I was cursed years ago with the Lifelust Curse��

*To Be Continued*

I'm sure many of you were waiting for the moment I would confirm Abraham as a vampire. I suppose it was unspoken but apparent throughout the entire fic so far. So what is the Lifelust Curse? Find out more in coming chapters.

Many of you might be wondering where the slash is. So far you've just seen a strange bit of UST. Having written all of this, I know where all the more substantial bits (pun not indeed) are. However, they may not be as many as you'd like. When you finally get to reading those parts, just know it was hard for me to plausibly write them doing anymore at that stage of their relationship. And as a rule of thumb, I never write NC-17 fics (I don't have anything against them at all and for me to be prudish would be silly) so there will not be an unedited version outside of FF.net. I still urge you to give me the tiniest bit of faith and to keep reading anyway.

Wow, this chapter only consists of a total of three scenes...

As always, please R/R and thanks for all your reviews. See you next week as always.
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