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The Christmas Gift	By : shaliscarai Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 2033 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Christmas Gift
- 1
Snape walks to his door, aggravated by the insistent pecking. He opens it and is nearly smacked in the head by the wings of a very large eagle owl as it flies to his desk. It perches on the back of a chair, staring at him intently. Snape growls in frustration as he strides back across the room, ready to pull every feather from the poor bird. He pulls the letter from its beak and sends it off with a wave of his hand. Curiosity getting the better of him, he slowly turns the letter over in his hands and finds not a single mark on it to tell who had sent it. He slides his finger under the wax seal, popping it and sending green bits of wax across his desk. He unfolds it and frowns.

Come to London tonight. 4557 Paris St. 8pm.

Do not be late.

The letter has no name on it and he reads it again to be sure of it’s existence. He looks up at the clock and sees it’s already 5 pm. He would have to hurry if he is to make the Express back to London at this time of day. Part of him resists the curiosity to go and see what the letter is about while another part wants to leave this very minute and check out the location long before 8pm. The spy in him gets the better of him this time and he quickly throws on a cloak before setting out for Hogsmeade. He doesn’t see the eyes watching him from behind a pair of spectacles or the smile that accompanies it.

He has walked around the block for the last hour, watching to see if anyone enters the small house on Paris Street. He hasn’t seen any movement near the street or from inside the house through the upstairs window. He sighs in frustration, again warring with himself on if he should go in or not. He glances at his pocket watch again. Ten minutes til eight and not a sole in sight. He glances up and down the street again before crossing to the front door. He slowly brings his hand up to knock but the door opens on its own. He stands completely still, ears primed for the slightest sound. Hearing nothing, he slowly slides through the door, glancing around the room he has entered. He slowly prowls through the downstairs and finds nothing.

He finally ends up at a stairway to the second floor. He tilts his head again, listening to see if there is any movement. Hearing nothing, he slowly ascends the stairs, careful to not make a single noise. When he reaches the top, he sees a light on through an open door at the end of the hall. Expecting his intuition to scream ‘GET OUT’, he’s surprised at how calm he is as he walks closer to the open door. He opens it a bit more and quietly slides his body into the room. He looks around and sees a warm fire crackling inside the fireplace, a couch and several chairs set up facing it with a small table between them. There’s another chair set facing the window to the outside with a small table in front of it. It’s to this chair his attention is drawn to as he softly hears the light snick of cards being drawn.

“Merry Christmas, Professor Snape.” A soft silky woman’s voice comes from the depths of the chair. “I’m glad you decided to join me.”

The clock chimes 8pm and the door closes behind him with a thud. He jumps and strides towards the door. He grasps the handle and tries to pull it open but nothing happens.

“It’s no use.” He hears laughter in the woman’s voice. “This room is now sealed for the next 24 hours. No way in or out so I would prefer you not try to kill me til at least the last five minutes that way you won’t have to smell my stinking corpse.”

He turns and glares at the chair as he advances on it. “Who are you and why have I been sent here?”

She chuckles. “He was right. You do have a very sexy voice when you are angry.”

He walks around the side of the chair and glares down at the slender blonde woman sitting there. She flicks another card from the deck in her hands and lays it down with the last on the table. “That does not answer my question.” He growls angrily.

She looks up at him and smiles, her green eyes pinning him. ”Why, Severus, that is no way to speak to your Christmas present!”

“My what?!” He stares at her in shock.

She leans closer to him in the chair, smirking up at him. “Oh yes. Your present. I was given explicit instructions on how to, um how shall I say this? Ah yes! On how to HANDLE you from your coworkers. They seemed quite sure that I’d be able to take care of myself around you.”

“The faculty?” His eyes widen in surprise. “They schemed this up?”

She rests her head on her hand, grinning mischievously now. “Yes they did. I am yours to do with as you choose.”

He walks over and sits in a chair heavily, still stunned. “What in bloody hell were they thinking?”

She rises from her chair, black silk dress sliding along her curves as she steps closer to him. “They were thinking you spend too much time in the dungeons hiding away from humanity. They think maybe some personal time with someone who will not judge you or care for an attachment will do you some good.” She sits down in a chair across from him. “We can do nothing more than talk if that is your desire.”

His eyes narrow at her, still not believing this situation. “How much are they paying you? I will easily double it if you’ll let me out of here.”

She chuckles. “Severus, they are paying me nothing. I am here of my own free will. As for getting out of here..” She waves a hand encompassing the room. “I have not the power nor the knowledge of a password to release anything. We are both stuck here til the time is up I am afraid.”

He groans and leans back in the chair, covering his face. “This is insane!”

She smirks again. “And I’m enjoying every minute of it.” She mutters a word and glasses with several bottles of drink appear on the table. “Drink?”

He eyes the bottles. “If I have to be here, then yes.”

She pours him a glass and he downs it within seconds. She pours another and he holds it as he gets up from his chair, pacing the floor. She watches him pace like a caged animal for several minutes before drawing out another deck of cards and one by one laying them out on the table face up. After 30 minutes of pacing, he finally calms enough to look at the woman trapped with him. She lifts another card, placing it face up on a different spot of the table.

He finally walks over and sits down in his chair again. “What on earth are you doing?”

“Tarot.” She sighs. “It is a means of entertainment for me. I do not truly believe any of it will come true but it does kill time.”

He groans. “Another fraud like Trelawny?”

She frowns at him. “No. I’m not claiming to know the stars or predict the future. My only real talent is empathy.”

“Empathy?” His eyebrow lifts. “And what am I feeling right now, Oh Empathic One?”

She calms more at his sarcastic tone. “You are radiating anger like a sun but underneath that is distrust and fear. A fear strong enough to make you want to crawl out the nearest window to get away from me.” She frowns. “You have nothing to fear from me, Severus.”

“Fear? I do not fear you!” He growls angrily, feeling her hit home. “As for distrust, I trust no one! Why should you be any different?”

She tilts her head in thought, eyes locked on his. “There is no reason to for you to distrust me. I am not the one who hurt you. Besides, your statement is false. You trust Albus and in turn should trust me. I am his secret keeper.”

Snape feels his mouth hit the floor in shock. “Albus’ secret keeper? Why are you telling me this? I could go leak that information to anyone!”

“You could.” She nods to him. “But you won’t.”

“And you know that how?” He glares at her, eyes narrowing further to mere slits.

She looks down at the cards again. “I can feel you, Severus. I know your heart. Besides, I trust Albus and whoever he deems trustworthy.”

Snape blinks at her in surprise. His voice grows soft as he realizes the trust she has put in him. “So why are you here other than morbid curiosity?”

She flips another card onto the table. “Albus is very worried about you. He feels you are very close to the edge right now.” She looks up at him again, piercing him with her gaze. “He is right.”

Snape lets this new information sink in. “And what do you plan on doing about it?”

“Nothing.” Another card snicks as it is pulled. “Everything. It is not for me to decide.”

He leans closer and notices the cards are all full of animals. “What is it you see?”

She smirks at the sudden change in subject. “I see cougar over lamb. That usually means there will be a fierce battle with only one surviving.” She lays another card down. “Snake. That card usually means wisdom and cunning. The foe will be very cunning.” She lays down another card and gasps. “I don’t have two snake cards in this deck. This can’t be.”

He glares at the second snake card over the first. “What does that mean?”

“Snake pitted against snake. Only one will live.” She frowns at him. “Snake is usually a good card to have but not this time.”

He sees her place another card over the snake cards. “And now?”

She smiles softly. “The unicorn. It means love and strength. The strength of love will pull one of the snakes through.”

He frowns. “That sounds like a bunch of lies to me.”

“Maybe. Maybe not. “She shrugs as she puts the cards away. “It is not for me to decide.”

His eyebrow dips down more. “Than what is?”

She suddenly grins. “What drink I want next!” She grabs another bottle and pries it open. “Want some?”

He pushes his glass towards her but waits til she sips hers before downing his. “You said I decide what we are to do?”

She looks up at him, eyes never straying from his. “Yes.”

He looks down at his glass, breaking the contact. “If I say I want to play chess?”

“We play chess.” She replies.

“And if I want to play cards?” He asks again.

“We play cards.” She replies again.

“If I want to just sit here and be quiet?” He lifts brow as he studies the glass in his hands.

“I would sit here and be a mouse til you told me otherwise.” She sighs.

“And if I told you all I wanted was for you to give me sex all night?” He peers at her from the cover of his hair.

“Clothes or no clothes?” She deadpans back.

“What?” He lifts his head in shock.

“Do you want me to strip for you or would you rather take my clothes off on your own?” She feels a low burning desire in him and smiles seductively t him.

“You can’t be serious. You would go that far?” He frowns at her, still confused by her.

“I would.” She tilts her head, lifting a brow of her own. “Do you not think I would enjoy such an activity with you?”

He looks down at his glass again. “I am not exactly what one looks for when they think in those terms.” He mutters as he lifts his glass to his lips.

Her eyes bore into him, feeling his pain. “You do not give yourself enough credit, Severus.” She slowly rises from her chair, walking over to his. “You are a very handsome man once you get past the rough attitude.”

He watches her as she sits down on the arm of his chair. “Mere words spoken to deceive.”

“On the contrary, I only speak the truth. I am unable to lie to you.” She leans closer, breath light on his skin. “But I do not have to use words.”

Her lips touch his and for a moment he hesitates before opening his mouth to her questing tongue. His body begins to burn as she pushes deeper into his mouth, warring with his tongue. His hand slips up to her face, cupping her chin. She finally gently pulls away, gasping for breath. “Do you believe me now?” She whispers huskily.

“Possibly.” He whispers back, finger gently tracing her jaw line. “But I do not convince easily.”

She smiles, lifting a brow at him. “Will you allow me to show you another way?”

His eyes narrow at her. “How?”

“Trust me.” She whispers as she brushes her lips against his. “I will not hurt you.”

He slowly relaxes his body, mind finally succumbing to her insistence. “Very well.” He whispers against her lips.

She slowly closes her eyes, relaxing her mental barriers. He feels an odd sensation of duality as she projects her feelings onto him. He gasps at the sensations running through him as her hand runs along his arm, desire quickly growing. Her lips meet his again and the hunger inside her grows, a need to feel him filling her completely.

He moans against her lips, feeling her desire go from a slow burn to an all-consuming flame. She finally pulls away from him, standing up and walking across the room to the fireplace. He tries to control his breathing instead of allowing it to come out in hurried gasps. He opens his eyes and watches her from across the room.

“That is you?” He whispers, the sensations still there but muted to a tolerable level.

“It is.” She whispers back, staring down into the fire and trying to control her emotions.

He rises from the chair, striding across the floor til he is standing behind her. His arms snake around her body, pulling her close to him. He pulls her hair away from her neck, gently nibbling on it as he presses his body against her. “I cannot promise to be what you expect.” He whispers in her ear. “I am just as rough in other ways as I am in my attitude.”

She leans against him, enjoying the feel of his warm body against hers. “I can take whatever you dish out and more.”

He growls low in his throat and roughly spins her around, capturing her mouth with his. He tastes blood as his teeth graze against her lips, suckling her tongue into his mouth. His hands roam to the bodice of her dress, grasping the ties and pulling with force. Her dress rips down the front with a loud tearing sound and he can feel her body tremble in response. Her own hands find the buttons of his jacket, pulling them off one by one. He growls again, cupping a breast in his hand and bringing it to his lips. He savagely nips at it, teasing the bites marks with his tongue and sending more shivers down her body.

He feels her nails rake down his bare chest, leaving trails of broken skin in their wake. He lifts her naked body into his arm, carrying her to the couch and switching his attention to the other breast. He roughly pushes her down onto the couch, pulling the remains of his clothing off him and tossing it to the floor. He suddenly feels her desire flare even hotter at the sight of his naked body. He has never felt someone want his so badly before and it makes his hunger for her almost uncontrollable. He doesn’t wait to see if she is ready for him before plunging his length into her, letting her desire control his actions. She cries out in surprise and gasps in pleasure as he pushes into her completely. His mouth crashes against hers again, hungrily trying to devour all he can of her.

He takes her so hard he can feel the couch shaking beneath them and yet she cries out in pleasure from his onslaught instead of pain as he expected. He can feel the orgasm building within her, muscles growing taut by the second. He lifts her legs, bringing them over his shoulders and driving in even deeper. She throws her head back and screams out his name as her first orgasm rips through her. He slows his pace, careful not to join her so soon as her muscles tighten and spasm around him. When he finally feels it subside, he pulls out of her and leans away.

“Turn over.” His silky voice commands her as he gazes hungrily down at her.

She pants as she does as he commands, legs shaking a bit from the abuse. She can feel how swollen and wet she is as she moves and she knows that if he plunges back into her, she will nearly cum again just from sensitivity. His hand caresses her head, gently pushing her down into the couch as he lifts her butt more into the air to meet him. He slides deep inside her, one hand gripping her waist in a steel vise grip while the other runs down her back. She nearly screams his name as he slams into her hard. Suddenly she feels his free hand rubbing her butt gently as he works back up to his harsh pace inside her. She moans from the pleasure and nearly faints when his hand lifts, only to return seconds later with stinging force. Every three strokes he smacks her hard on her right cheek leaving red marks on her skin. He moans as every hit causes her to tighten even more around his length. He knows he won’t last much longer from the onslaught of emotions coming from her and the feel of her almost vise like grip on his manhood. He plunges ever deeper into her, amazed at the pleasure he knows he is truly giving her. She screams out as another orgasm rips through her, pushing back against him with enough force to nearly make him lose his footing. Her muscles’ stroking him is too much finally and he plunges as deep as he can into her one last time. She hears him cry out and tense up as his juices flow with hers. ::::::

He pulls her into his arms, his chest heaving against her back as he tries to regain his breath. She leans her head back on his shoulder and licks the edge of his lips with the tip of her tongue. He growls at her, eyes half closed in satisfaction. She smirks at his growl. “Feeling better?” She whispers huskily.

His arms tighten around her. “Much better.” He looks around the room again and frowns. “But is there a much more comfortable place for us to be other than this one room?”

She chuckles as he finally lets her go, pulling his body away from hers. “Do you think I would allow them to lock me in somewhere without a bathroom and bedroom?”

He lifts a brow at her. “At this moment, I am totally unsure of what you would do.”

She turns and takes his hand, leading him to a small picture along one wall. She taps the picture and the wall fades away, showing a room with a four-poster bed along one wall and a door on the other. She walks over to the bed, stretching her long legs out as she lays down on her stomach. “The other room is a bathroom in case you need it.”

He walks over and lies down beside her, stroking her bare back. “No need at this particular moment.”

She leans her head into her pillow, arching her back against his hand. “HHMM.. Feels good. You are the first to ever pay any attention to my back.”

He smirks in amusement. “You forget. I can still feel your emotions. You never blocked them from me again. I can almost sense what pleases you enough for me to do it right.”

She chuckles. “Sorry. I think I got carried away. I could rectify that now though.”

She feels his hand stop suddenly. “No!’ He growls harshly at her. “Don’t even think about it!”

She lifts her head and stares at him in shock. “Why? Most people hate it when I let my guard down enough for them to feel me.”

He sighs and slowly calms down. “I find that I enjoy it very much. Before I was never sure if I was really pleasing my lovers and after a while I ceased to care. But with you, I know for certain and it matters a great deal to me.”

She rolls over and smiles up at him. “Yes, I felt your surprise when I immediately enjoyed what you were doing, no matter how rough you were. I must say no one has even been that way with me before. I have always been treated with gentleness when I crave the opposite.”

He smiles down at her, running his hand over the soft skin of her side as he pulls her closer to him. “Then I shall endeavor to please you while we are locked in here.”

She chuckles and rolls enough for him to rub his long fingers along her back again. “Still sore about being here are you?”

“A bit.” He feels her nerve endings come alive at the soft touch of his fingers along her back. He finds himself wanting very badly to explore this new sensation. He pushes her over onto her stomach again and gently blows across her bare skin. He smirks as he sees her shiver and feels her start to become aroused again. “They could have given you to me in a more acceptable fashion.”

She smirks and arches into his touch again, wanting more. “How so?”

He flicks the hair away from her face, leaning close enough to whisper in her ear. “They could’ve always left you on my doorstep all tied up in bows like a real present.”

She breathes deeply, his words sending pleasure through her body and making her grow wet again. “HHMM. I’m not sure Albus would do that with all the students still hanging around.”

She sees the corner of his lips lift and feels his lust rising inside him again. “Then I guess I will wrap you myself.” He flicks his wrist and silk ropes appear in his hands. He doesn’t allow her to move as he pulls her hands behind her back and ties them tightly without cutting off the circulation. She moans as his hands trail along her exposed back again, gently patting her butt in satisfaction. “That’s a tad better. But I’m afraid now I am hungry. I guess I will have to find something to eat.”

She feels his weight lift as he leaves the bed and stalks out of the room. She knows he will not leave her there for long. She can feel his craving for her grow with each second, setting her own lusting wants loose. She hears him slowly walk back but can’t see the tray he is bringing back with him. She hears him slide something onto the table and feels his weight make the bed move again. “Back already? I thought you were hungry?”

He lifts a small bottle from the tray, pulls the cork and holds it over her back. “I am.” He pours the dark liquid down her back, smirking as she gasps from the coldness. He corks the bottle again and places it back on the table. He leans forward and gently laps at the liquid on her back, making her moan in pleasure. “Chocolate is always good for a snack.” He whispers as he slowly licks every bit of it off her skin.

He slowly goes through everything on the tray, using her back as a plate for him to eat off of. He can feel the desire burning deep within her as he licks the last traces of juice from her spine.

He moves lower on her body, pushing her legs apart and slowly sliding a finger along her folds. “Let us play a game, you and I.” He whispers softly as his finger spreads the wetness along her folds and across her legs. “I will ask you a series of questions. If you answer, I will reward you.” He slides a finger deep inside her and strokes her gspot. “If not, I will punish you severely.” He pulls his finger out and pinches her clit hard enough for her to gasp in pain. “Now, here’s the first question. What is you name? You neglected to tell me when we first met a few hours ago.”

Her body trembles and he can feel the slightest hint of fear. “Which one? The one I was born with or the one I go by?”

Curiosity piqued now he slides his finger back inside her, eliciting a moan from her. “Both.”

She tries to steady her breathing, knowing the pain will come once she is done. “I go by Allisandra Mueller but I was born Alexandra Lia..” She closes her eyes and her fear grows, knowing he will be very angry. “ Riddle.”

His body still as the last name hits him. He pulls away from her and jumps off the bed. “Riddle? RIDDLE!!!”

She tries not to let his sudden rage overwhelm her. “Please! Let me explain!”

He turns and scowls at her. “How can you explain? Does Albus know who you are?”

“Yes he does!” She finally shouts back, allowing her anger to rise. “He knows everything about me and if you’ll just sit down, you will too!”

He feels her anger and suddenly realizes she’s still not blocking him. He knows that she cannot lie because her emotions will betray her. Knowing she is still trusting him that much calms him down but only slightly. “Explain.”

She rolls over and pushes herself up onto her knees. Her hair falls over her eyes but she can only shake it out of the way since her hands are still tied. Her eyes meet his and he can see the pain there. “where do you wish me to start?”

He watches her intently as the questions tumble through his mind. He finally decides to start with the most important one to him. “How does Albus know you?”

She lifts her head a bit higher, sighing softly. “To tell you that I must tell you how I also know of you.” She tosses her hair with a shake of her head again. “Do you remember in your 6^th year a girl who suddenly appeared in the middle of the first semester?”

He crosses his arms over his chest. “I do.”

“She was never seen without a teacher at her side and she never spoke to anyone.” She slowly sags down onto the bed, pulling her legs out from under her. “That girl was me. Albus found me on the street begging for food. He knew who I was immediately and what my gifts were. He brought me to Hogwarts in hopes of teaching me to use my talents for things other than finding food and shelter.” Her eyes close and he can feel the pain build inside her again. “You must understand. My father is Tom Riddle’s Uncle. When he became Voldemort, his first task was to exterminate his whole muggle born family. My father got word of it and hid me away. I didn’t realize that I too had magic in my blood and that my empathy would keep me hidden from my cousin while he was killing my parents. I lived in that house for years after they died, hiding from any human contact except to obtain food. I don’t know when I turned to using my body for the same ends but I knew I could do exactly what each man wanted just by sensing their emotions. I was out doing exactly that one-day when Albus saw me from across a street. He quickly crossed and told me to follow him. I thought he would want the same thing as the rest. I could sense he wanted something but at that point I didn’t care. When he gave me a warm bed and food to fill my belly, I would have done anything for him.

He slowly walks back to the bed, sitting down next to her and pulling her onto his lap. She opens her eyes and he can see the tears hovering there. He gently kisses her eyelids, calming her. “I remember that time. It was said that the sorting hat refused to place you in a house. No one knew your name and to this day it is still spoke of in whispers.”

She snorts in mild amusement. “Yes. That damned hat. One the second day after my arrival, Albus placed the hat on my head. It told me that until I learned to be myself and not other people, I would never be sorted. I never understood then that I had played off of other’s emotions so long, I had no real identity of my own.” She leans against his warm body as he starts to stroke her back again. “Albus decided to put me in classes for the next three weeks and see if I would be able to cope. Instead I almost went crazy. Too many minds. Too many emotions around me. I didn’t have the barriers to protect myself. He finally found a witch with the same abilities as me and sent me to her to learn.”

He gently kisses her neck as he runs his hands down her sides. He can feel her calming more from his attention. “Does your cousin know you live?”

“No.” She chuckles. “I changed my name and under Albus’ direction, I have been able to infiltrate most of my cousin’s allies places without anyone the wiser. You see, I can become anyone the person expects with my gifts. I can be as cruel and base or innocent and sweet as the person receiving me expects. I then get them to tell me all the information they have and leave before they realize their mistake. You aren’t the only spy he has, just the one closest to the enemy.”

Suddenly Snape chuckles, realizing the position they both are in. Both spies for Dumbledore and both highly trusted by the same man even though their backgrounds cry otherwise. He lays her back down on the bed, smiling down at her. “So, my little minx, you are more like me than first thought. That brings me to my next question. Why did you agree to this if you know of me?”

She closes her eyes and moans softly as he slides his finger back inside her, giving the pleasure he had first promised. “I saw you while I was at the school for those three weeks. Something about you caught my attention. Something that I too felt but couldn’t name. Later I saw you from a distance while meeting with Albus to tell him what I had learned from certain contacts. You would always look my way and frown but you couldn’t see me through my hooded cloak. Even then I wanted you but refrained from approaching you. It wasn’t til Albus talked about his growing concern for you that I volunteered.”

“And now?” He gently bites her shoulder, sliding more fingers inside her and pressing harder.

“And now I want more of you.” She gasps.

He smirks and quickly gives her another mind-blowing orgasm. “Good choice.” He whispers in her ear. “If I had know you before now, I would have had to kill you.” He bites down hard enough on her shoulder to draw blood.

She gasps in pleasure. “Then I would’ve had to carry out my orders and kill you.” Her lips twitch up. “Yes. I was given that order years ago while you were still a loyal Death Eater. It was me who convinced Albus to rescind it.”

He glances up at her, eyes locking on hers. To value him even then is beyond his comprehension. “Why?”

Instead of answering verbally, she opens up more and he feels a deep-seated need that echoes his own. A need to be accepted for what is on the inside and to be valued for one’s accomplishments. A need to be accepted and loved for the good and the bad and not be ruled by the past.

He looks away suddenly and she feels the emotions warring inside him again. Part of him wants to hurt her, to silence the knowledge inside her while another part wants to hold her close and never let go. She suddenly smirks. “How does the saying go again? Ah yes! I’d tell ya but I’d have to kill ya! Seems appropriate at the moment doesn’t it?

He narrows his eyes at her, amusement dancing in their depths. “You have quite a mouth on you, don’t you?”

She lifts a brow in thought. “Only when it’s not otherwise occupied.”

“Then I shall remedy that.” He kisses her roughly, bruising her already swollen lips. His hands roam her body, inflaming her again.

She can sense what he wants and that he’s holding back from her. She turns her cravings to share his wants and shows it to him. He lifts his head from her, eyes showing a bit of shock and fear. She can sense that he’s reluctant because of something in his past.

“Trust me Severus.” She whispers huskily. “I won’t hurt you.”

She slowly licks her lips hungrily, his eyes following her tongue’s path. He pulls hers to a sitting position, kneeling before her. She leans forwards and flicks her tongue against his length, asking for more. His eyes narrow in hunger as his finger twine in her hair, pulling her forward. He expects to feel teeth as she opens her mouth and takes him in but only finds her moist warm mouth closing around him. She slides her tongue along him, urging him to move. He holds her head steady as he slowly thrust into her waiting mouth. She closes her eyes in pleasure and enjoys the feel of him, the taste of him as she moans in pleasure. The vibrations of her moaning send him higher and his rhythm picks up, adding his own soft moaning to hers. He doesn’t realize that feeling the pleasure he is experiencing is only adding to her own and making her moan louder and longer. His fingers tighten in her hair, on the edge of his release, forcing her to tilt her head a bit more to take him in deeper.

His body tenses and he calls out her name as he fills her mouth with his juices. She swallows as much as she can, but some still drips down her lips and chin as he finally pulls away. Her tongue snakes out and laps at what she can each as she gives him a satisfied grin. He reaches out and wipes the rest from her chin, presenting the covered finger to her. Her eyes lock on his and she opens her mouth, sucking the finger in to clean it. He growls low in his throat as she sucks the finger deeper into her mouth, sliding her tongue around it before finally letting it go.

“You are insatiable.” He growls huskily.

Her lips spread into a wanton smile. “Yes. I know.”

He rubs his hands across her wrists, releasing them. “I am afraid I need some rest or I will never be able to continue.”

She leans back on the bed, pulling him with her. She snuggles into his chest, surprised when his arms wrap lovingly around her. “Then I shall let you recover before asking for more.”

He doesn’t know why but he suddenly finds himself telling her everything. From the moment he got his letter from Hogwarts as a 1^st year student, up to the last few days when he had secluded himself in his rooms. She listens intently, committing every word to memory as she had Albus’ words before. When he finally finishes, she looks up to see his eyes closed, chest rising slowly in exhausted sleep. She sees his whole body and mind is finally relaxed for the first tine since their evening had started. She slowly closes her eyes, falling fast asleep in his arms.

When she wakes gain, it is to the sound of her stomach growling hungrily at her. She notices he had rolled over onto his back, one arm thrown above his head, sometime during the night. She slowly climbs off the bed, careful not to wake him. She slips on a silk robe and walks back into the living area for a bite to eat. She sits in her chair by her tarot cards and silently nibbles on a piece of toast while laying out another reading. She frowns as it again predicts her death, the same cards drawn as the previous 4 times. She silently resigns herself to that fate and walks back to the bedroom, sliding the robe off of her before softly climbing back beside his sleeping form. She wraps an arm through his, content to just feel the slightest touch of his body as sleep reclaims her.

She feels him stir against her, her arms wrapped around him and preventing him from moving without disturbing her. She slides her cheek against his back, placing a soft kiss on his shoulder blade. She shifts his body again and she awakens enough to feel his discomfort. She smiles, pulling her arms away from him so he can move. He quickly disappears into the bathroom and she gets up, pulls the robe back on, and walks into the other room to start some tea. By the time he reappears, clad in a black robe like hers, she has finished the tea and is sitting on the couch watching the fire crackle before her.

He pours himself a cup of tea and sits down next to her, eyes never leaving his cup. “You do realize you cannot breathe a word of what’s happened here to anyone.”

She turns and gazes at him, eyes reflecting the firelight. “Do you truly believe I would?”

He stares at her a long moment, aware that she is still completely open to him. He sets his cup down, and turns, grasping her waist and pulling her onto his lap. “Don’t take offense. I don’t believe you will but it would be against my nature to not warn you.”

She cups his face in her hands, tilting it up so she can look into his eyes. “Then I will stress the fact to you that I would never reveal your secrets to another. They will go with me to my grave.”

He closes his eyes and sighs. He leans his head against her chest, listening to her heartbeat. “I have never had a secret keeper before.”

She smiles. “Neither have I.” She gently brushes her lips against his. “It’s time I remedy that.”

His eyes widen as she tells him everything about her life. She even tells him things she never revealed to Albus about her spying. She tells him the names of the people she was ordered to kill and how she had done it without question. By the time she is done, the sun has fallen and night returned. He glances at the clock and realizes the only have three hours before the door opens again.

He pulls her tighter against him, lifts her up, and carries her to the bathroom. He slides the robe off her body and faces the evidence of his abuse of her for the first time. She feels hurt and shame wash over him at the sight of the bite marks and bruises her body has sustained. She pulls his robe off, revealing his body in the same shape.

Her lips twitch up in amusement. “We are a menace to each other. Thankfully there are potions for this.”

She turns and walks over to a small cabinet, pulling a flask from its depths. She takes a swig before handing it to him. He sniffs it and smirks. “One of my own I presume?”

“Albus snuck it out one night.” She grins as he gulps it down. “Thought it might come in handy.”

He sets the flask down and pulls her with him to the bathtub. He fills it with steaming hot water and lavender scented bubbles. She laughs as he climbs in and grits his teeth against the heat hitting his body. She climbs in after him and sighs as the heat eases her sore muscles.

He pulls a cup from a small corner and slowly wets her hair down, enjoying the feel of it in his hands. The quietly bathe each other, enjoying the feel of such attention for a change.

Once fully clothed again, he follows her back to the living area. She pushes him down into a chair as she walks towards the nearby table. He watches her as she produces more food and drink with a wave of her hand. They eat in silence, content to just be near each other. He looks at her as she pushes her plate away, glad to see the marks and bruises gone from her skin.

She sees him staring and her face turns impassive. “Albus will be here soon. I can feel him approaching.” Her eyes close for a moment, pain crossing her face. When she opens them again, the pain is gone from her eyes. “Severus, I have something more to ask of you before Albus opens the door.”

He sets his cup down, seeing the seriousness in her eyes and suddenly feeling her walls snap up, blocking him from her. “Ask”

“I will not hold you to keeping my secrets like I will hold yours. I only ask you to hold them til my death. At the time you have proof of my death, you must find Albus and tell him everything.” She sighs and looks down at her hands. “He deserves that much.”

“I can do that.” He blinks at her in surprise.

“I want to lock it away with a spell so no one can force you.” She gives him a pleading look. “Will you allow it?”

“Of course.” He whispers without hesitation.

She leans forward, closes his eyes with her fingertips, and whispers the words to a song. No sooner are the words spoken than they disappear from his mind. She leans away from him just as a light knock is heard at the door. She stands up and glances down at him. “You will not be able to speak a word until the words are sang to you.”

He nods his head and she walks over to the door, opening it to allow Albus inside. He looks around and I surprised to find the room in the same condition as he had left it.

“I see you are both still breathing and whole.” He comments.

“Yes, it’s amazing what some potions will fix.” She comments dryly.

Snape rises from his seat and glares at the older man. “Yes we are both lucky to have survived the night.”

Albus blinks in further surprise as Snape sweeps past him and out the door. He frowns down at her in confusion. “Things did not go well?”

A corner of her mouth twitches up. “Now Albus! You know I cannot tell you that!”

He grins. “Ah! I see!”

She follows him out the door and into the night.

Months go by and he has not seen or heard from her. In a way, he finds himself missing her presence. After only one night, he felt as if he had known her almost a lifetime. The death mark on his arm flares to life and breaks into his thoughts. He grabs his cloak and heads for Voledmort’s side.

Wormtail ushers him down a hallway, babbling nervously. “Lord Voldemort is quite displeases with the prisoner. No matter what we use, nothing but songs come from her lips. He wants you to bring her to him.”

Snape frowns, angry at being a babysitter once again. He hears a voice singing softly and nearly stops when he recognizes it, He quickly puts up a mask and steps into the room with her. She look sup from her place on the floor and acts as if she hate his very presence, making it easier for him to sneer back.

He grabs her arm, haul her off the floor, and propels her down the hall ahead of him. Even through all the pain wracking her body, she holds her head high and walks on. He admires her courage as she steps in front of her cousin, never once wavering.

Voldemort spins and growls at her. “I know there is a spy in my midst! You are Dumbledore’s secret keeper! You will tell me or die!”

She laughs and opens her mouth, singing out one verse to a song.

One day I’ll fly away!

Leave all this to yesterday

What more could your love do for me?

When will love be through with me?

Why live life from dream to dream

And dread the day when dreaming ends?

Something inside Snape unlocks and his eyes slightly open wider in surprise. Voldemort snarls in disgust and points his wand at her. “Avada Kedavra”

She grimaces in pain as the killing curse hits her, not allowing her cousin the satisfaction of hearing her scream. Her body crumples to the ground and Snape’s hands clinch in fists to keep from blowing his cover.

Voldemort kick the lifeless body in from of him and growls angrily. “Get this filth out of my sight!”

Without a second’s thought, Snape walks up and lifts the body into his arms. Knowing that Voldemort won’t expect him back, he quickly apparatus with her body to Hogsmeade, walking the rest of the way back to the castle.

Not knowing how he would know to be there, Albus meets him at the doors, eye full of tears. The older man gently lays a hand on her cold cheek, whispering. “Ah child! Why did you let it come to this?”

“Albus, I need to speak with you. It was her dying wish.” Snape’s voice goes quiet.

The older man nods and allows Pomfrey to take her body away. Snape follows him to his private rooms and sits quietly til a strong drink is placed in his hands. Dumbledore finally sits in a seat across from him. “Speak, Severus. Tell me her wish.”

Snape downs the liquor and the tale of their night together and her confession falls from his lips. When his voice finally falls quiet hours later, Albus picks up a small crystal globe from a nearby bookcase, cradling it in his hands as the tears fall down his face.

“I asked her not to do the play. I knew it would draw too much attention to her but she insisted She sent me this last week because I had complained about not hearing her sing.” He lightly touches the globe and her voice sings out, pure and strong.

Snape immediately recognizes the song she had spelled him with. The next song though pain him more than he expected. Her voice rings out to “Come What May.”

Albus touches the globe again, quieting it at the end of the second song. He turns away, shoulders shaking with his sobs. Snape slowly stands, leaving the grieving man alone. The shock finally fades as he steps into his office. He sits heavily down at his desk, closing his eyes against the pain. He silently vows to bring Voldemort down, even if it kills him to do so.

Ok, for those of you who may not know, the song 'Come what may' is from Moulin Rouge. I don't own it either or get any money from it. Just borrowing a few of the lyrics.
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