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Deeply Wounded	By : SnapesOnlyOne Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 2043 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I sit in the staff meeting as it draws on, my twin sister chatting animatedly about some upcoming changes to the teaching curriculum. She brushes her dye-blonde locks out of her brown eyes and beams over at me. I sit arms folded across my chest, my usual platonic look on my face. My dyed black hair pulled into I tight bun on the back of my head, my brown eyes devoid of any emotion as I wait for this meeting to end. My sister and I were hired the year after the war to replace the turnover of retiring teachers. My sister Astra taking over charms for Professor Flitwick and myself taking over potions since Professor Snape made the move to Defence Against the Dark Arts and Slughorn had decided to go back into retirement. Teaching for two years now people have realized that though we are inseparable, we are as different as humanly possible. Astra is outgoing, bubbly and full of life. While I am cold, distant and hardened by circumstance. Our life growing up wasn't fluffy or frilly or by any means as fantastic as you would assume from a rich pure-blood family. Our mother died before we were three, We have no memories of her at all, only photographs. I can only imagine her life was as dark as ours has been.
The new teacher beside me chats energetically before he in a friendly attempt, wraps his arm around me. My sisters jaw drops as I shoot our of my chair grabbing him by the collar and slamming him back against the wall.
“Do not ever put your hands on me again, do you understand me?”
He nods as I hold him there.
“Celestia drop him” my sister shrieks horrified by my aggressive temper.
I drop him And turn, the entirety of the room is staring at me in shock, never having seen so much emotion from me before. I drop my head and sink back into my chair.
“Miss Vicer, is there a problem” Minerva asks confused
“She's fine Headmistress, just a rough morning” Astra chimes in and I nod.
The meeting continues and I can feel eyes boring into me and look up to see Severus watching me curiously, he seems to be able to see into the depths of my soul and I don't like it, I glare but he continues his focused gaze. I stand abruptly knocking over the chair and storming from the room angrily.
“What on earth is going on with your sister Astra? If there is one more outburst like that I will be forced to remove her from my faculty”
“She's a good teacher Headmistress, and if she leaves I leave. We are a package deal”
“What would you have me do Astra? Her outbursts are unprovoked and I am unwilling to put students at the end of that temper”
“She wasn't unprovoked, he touched her. That's her trigger, people touching her”
Minerva raises her eyebrow at Astra in confusion.
“I suppose it's time to talk, but I need to know this stays at this table” I wait as everyone nods and continue. “We were abused as children, but Celestia always protected me, she took the beatings as a child, would even pretend to be me to get the heat off me and give me time to get away. Our father was a horrid man, always angry, really mean. He took it out on us, well her, in many ways. You've all seen how she dresses, she doesn't cover because she likes to, she covers to hide scars. She can't be touched especially by men, I'm the only person who can touch her and even with me she flinches. He crossed her boundary today, that set her off.”
“I never would have guessed, I always just thought she was cold and numb” Aurora comments quietly.
“She's far from it, her emotions come in bursts, and when she can't keep them in check it makes her angry and frustrated and overwhelmed. She's built walls ten times her size and has lived in them ever since. I tell you this so you don't condemn her for her actions, it's not her fault, she is truly an amazing woman under it all”
There is a knock on my door and I wave my wand lazily turning from my potion to unlock the door. Severus saunters in dropping onto one of the chairs in my classroom and staring at me.
“Can I help you Professor Snape?” I whisper coldly
“I came to ask if you are ok?”
“You have never spoken to me, I will be fine if you continue on that way” I respond hoping he will leave, his presence in the room making me uneasy. He doesn't move.
I continue with the potion, my hands trembling slightly.
“Dreamless sleep potion, why?” He drawls slowly
“I do not need to explain myself to you Professor Snape” I snap
“Severus”
“Professor Snape” I snap back stirring the potion clumsily, the loose sleeve of my robes catches fire, the vapours from the potion igniting it like dry leaves, before I can react Snape has pulled it off of me tossing it to the other side of the room and turning his attention back to me. The fresh burns don't gather any attention, his eyes fall instead on the scars on my upper back and arms. I stand before him exposed, feeling my anxiety creep. He steps towards me and I skitter back.
“I am not going to touch you Celestia, I wish to see your back”
“Why?” I ask taking another step back from him
“I can heal those scars Celestia, if you will let me” he responds impassively seeming unfazed by what he has seen.
“We have tried to heal them with magic, they resist” I whisper coldly
“I can make a salve that will remove them with time, I have done it before, yours are quite a bit deeper, they may take longer”
“Done it before for who?”
“I am not offering to swap stories with you miss Vicer, do you want my help or not?”
I nod quietly wrapping my arms around myself protectively. Snape takes off his cloak and hands it to me before turning to the cupboards and grabbing a cauldron and an armload of ingredients and returning to the table and dropping it all down. He peers in my cauldron cutting the flames and moving it off the element.
“If it is you taking this potion exercise caution, it has brewed too long and is much more potent now”
“That's fine” I whisper moving slowly towards the table covered with ingredients and wrapping his cloak around me inhaling the masculine scent off of it deeply before shaking the notion out of my head. He moves to the opposite side of the table and immediately gets to work. Having moved here from Canada I didn't have the advantage of having him as my professor and watch his well perfected skills as he chops, slices, crushes and liquifies ingredients for the potion, getting them done in half the time it would take me, and begins brewing it. I watch him closely, he appears to almost go into a trance,not seeing anything around him but the potion he is focusing on, I realize he is doing this completely from memory.
“Aren't you worried you will screw it up without instructions?” I say suddenly as he weighs one of the ingredients carefully.
“No, I hardly think I can, as you say ‘screw up’ a potion I invented myself miss Vicer” he grumbles at my interruption.
“You were like me, weren't you?” I ask boldly
He drops the scoop of powder into the cauldron with a plop and stirs it twice before looking up at me.
“As I have already said, I do not wish to swap stories with you miss Vicer” he finishes adding another scoop of powder and peering into the cauldron with a nod.
“A simple yes or no would have sufficed” I grumble
“Why does it matter?” He snarls and I take a step back, his demeanour scaring me. I immediately see the the anger drop from his face and replaced with – wait was that a flash of --- sympathy?
“I did not mean to startle you, but I do not wish to discuss this”
“You didn't” I lie “and I know the feeling”
“What feeling?” He drawls
“Not wanting to talk about it, it makes it real once someone else knows” I whisper and see Snape freeze turning to stare at me.
“I won't press the matter anymore Professor Snape, I get it. I don't even know why I'm talking to you.” I continue, my icy tone returning.
He looks back to the potion, pulling it carefully off the element and setting it to cool. He moves to the cabinet grabbing four glass jars with lids and bringing them back to the table, uncapping them and grabbing a long handled scoop. He carefully scoops the thick pinkish goo from the cauldron and filling the first jar and handing it to me carefully.
“Try it on the bun first, if it's strong enough it should disappear to just a red mark”
I nod shoving my finger into the warm goo and spreading some on my burned arm, immediately I feel relief and I watch as the burn quickly fades away with a cool tingling sensation and I stare in awe. I look up at Snape you nods in approval and begins filling the rest of the jars.
“Genius professor Snape” I comment flatly
“Pardon me?” He looks taken aback
“You are genius”
He stares at me impassively before he speaks
“The scars won't go that easily, especially magically caused scars. Twice a day, no more than that” he responds ignoring my compliment
“Thank you….Severus” I whisper
The next few weeks yield results and my arms and legs are almost completely healed except some red scar marks that are slowly fading out. I sit in the potions room at my desk as the students leave the last class for the week. I tip my head back against the leather chair and close my eyes. I hear the classroom door close and I open my eyes to see Severus walking towards me. He stops in front of my desk and gestures to my arms, I unbutton the sleeves of my blouse sliding them up and showing him the dramatic improvement.
“And is it working on your back?”
“I haven't tried”
“Why not?”
“I can’t reach to do it and can't see to spell it there”
“What about Astra?”
I shake my head.
“I thought you were ok with her touching you?”
“I am, but she has never seen them. She would blame herself, I don't want to be responsible for that”
“Do you trust me?” He asks calmly
“What?”
“Do you trust me?” He repeats
“Yes” I answer confused
“Could you handle me putting it on the deeper ones for you?”
I sit completely still, my mind a mess of emotions, I fear his touch, such a man could not possibly be gentle, what happens when he touches me? will he stop if I want him to?
“I don't know” I whisper honestly
“Can I try? I will stop if you need me to”
“I will try, but the salve is in my room”
“I will come see you tonight then”
“It has to be now or I'll lose my nerve”
He nods and we move to my room, the black furnishings and rich purples fill my room, my bed having at least two dozen soft fluffy pillows and warm fuzzy blankets. I wave my wand rapt the fire and it springs to life. I move to the bathroom grabbing the salve and upon coming back into the room I feel my stomach lurch and my nerves falter.
“Where did you go to school Miss Vicer?”
“Toronto Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry”
“Any difference from here?”
“The children aren't so snobbish and the weather is worse, otherwise no”
“I'm assuming you did well there to have gained a teaching job abroad?”
“Fairly, I haven't the patience for muggle studies or magic history”
I look up and he is raising his eyebrow at me.
“Why are you so interested in my history suddenly Severus?”
“Are you calmer than you were when you came out?”
I realize that he has chatted me up to relax my nerves and I huff. He approaches me slowly and stops two feet from me, holding out his hand for the glass jar. I hand it to him and stare down at the floor.
“I am not going to approach you miss Vicer, you will approach me as you are ready” he talks calmly and I nod. I pull off my cloak throwing it on the bed and I stand in place for several long minutes before I slowly inch towards him stopping close enough that I can smell his deep scent. My heart pounds as I turn slowly facing away from him. I can feel my heart thudding in panic, my stomach lurching, waiting to feel like I had so many years ago when it had all started happening, But he doesn't touch me.
“What was your best subject Miss Vicer”
I can't answer, I can feel my panic growing inside me, filling me up like molten lava and weighing me down like wet cement. I feel light headed and dizzy and the horrifying memories flood my brain taking me away from this instant just for a moment before Severus sees what is happening and reels me back.
“Miss Vicer, Miss Vicer”
“Yes” I say weakly, my stomach lurching again at the thought of being touched.
“What was your best subject? Potions?”
“No, defence” I whisper
“Really? So are you good at duelling then?”
“Yes”
“What else do you excel at Miss Vicer”
“Potions, occulamancy and transfiguration”
“Hardest potion you have brewed?”
“Felix Felicis”
“You have successfully brewed Felix Felicis?”
“Yes”
“I am impressed, do you enjoy potions?”
“Yes”
“Perhaps I could teach you some more complex stuff one day when being near me isn't quite so repulsive to you”
“I don't find you repulsive Severus, quite the opposite actually” I whisper, my voice giving away how scared I am right now.
“The opposite?”
“Please don't make me explain my feelings, it's hard enough to get them straight in my head forget about---“
I stop short when his hands come up and rest on my shoulders gently. He doesn't move, his hands don't move, they just sit stationary on my shoulders.
“Feelings are not my department, how did they sort the kids out at your school?”
I stand completely still, my heart thudding even faster in my chest. I feel completely overwhelmed, my body at war with my mind. My body sending tingles through me, starting at his hands on my shaking shoulders my tank top making me feel naked against his dark eyes. My mind is reeling, remembering that every time I've been touched it has ended in pain and torture and screaming for me to run. He removes one hand grabbing the jar out of his pocket and handing it to me.
“Open that and hold it for me, please?” He speaks intentionally gently, it's weird to hear his voice softened. I comply opening the jar and holding it up for him, my hand trembling almost uncontrollably.
“You are ok, I will not hurt you Celestia, not ever” he whispers
He dips two fingers into the salve and I take a swift intake of breath holding it waiting for it, but it doesn't come.
“Is your hair naturally black or blonde?”
“Brown”
“So you both change your appearances then?”
“Yes, I suit black, she suits blonde”
“I see, your favourite colour is purple?”
“Or black, or red”
“And hers?”
“Pink, lilac, powder blue” I whisper and I feel his fingers slide over as much of a scar as he can cover before hitting my shirt. I gasp and almost hit the ground, his arm snakes quickly around my waist and pulls me back against him, I can feel his desire for me pressing against my back and he releases me as quickly as he grabbed me letting me stand on my own. He strokes salve down another scar and another until they are all done, well what can see of them is done. For the next two month she shows up every night at eight to put it on my back. At the end of the four weeks only the deepest scars remain there and he asks me about the rest of my back but I'm not ready to bare anymore of myself to him yet. For a week more we just focus on the visable scars until they have disappeared.
For a few days he doesn't come and I find myself missing his gentle touch, craving it. I'm not used to this feeling and it scares me, so I keep my distance. Two weeks pass and I wake from a dream where Severus arms are around me, his lips on mine exploring my mouth. I stare around the darkness of my room, an unfamiliar feeling creeping deep in my core, a yearning, an aching for him and his gentle finger strokes against my skin. I slip out of bed wrapping myself in my plush floor length black velvet robe, covering my just above the knee purple silk nightie. I grab the salve stuffing it into my pocket and head out and down the halls to his quarters. I knock on his door and hear the lock click open a few moments later. I step into the darkness of the room, my fear outweighed by the aching inside me. As my eyes adjust I see him sitting upright against his headboard, staring at me quietly.
“I am ready Severus”
He slips from the bed moving to me, his pale chest bare to my eyes and his black sweatpants clinging to him nicely as he walks towards me. I take the salve from my pocket and undo my robe, letting it drop to the floor and I step towards him.
I watch his eyes travel my body, this is the most skin I have ever shown and I can tell by the sudden bulge in his pants that he is enjoying it.
He approaches me and I turn around sliding down the straps of my nightie and letting it fall to the floor, my back to him I hear him groan barely audibly before he takes the salve, opening it and putting it back in my hand, not trusting his voice right now.
He begins the strokes starting between my shoulder blades and running down over the swell of my rear and I can't help myself, a small groan escapes my lips. His hands immediately come off my body.
“Don't do that Miss Vicer”
“Celestia” I correct
“Celestia” he breathes, my name sounding sexy rolling off his tongue.
“Do what” I breathe more huskily than I had anticipated.
“That, your moan, your voice. I have very little self control at this moment Celestia, please don't push it's limits, I don't want to scare you away after all it has taken for you to let me this close”
He runs another few strokes of salve down my back gently and I have to clench my jaw to keep from crying out. He finishes after a few more strokes and steps back from me. I turn slowly looking him in the eyes. This time his eyes don't travel down, they stay locked on my eyes unmoving.
“Look at me Severus, I want you to see me, see what I will one day give you”
His eyes travel down over my scarred breasts and stomach and down to the thin spraying of dark hair against my pale skin. He groans and takes a step away. It has been months of working up to this moment and I want it so badly. I take a deep breath letting my body rule me. I take several steps bringing my lace undergarment clad body up against his half-dressed form the skin to skin of our bodies making me wet. I take his hand in mine guiding them up my sides, tracing my gentle curves and bringing them up to cup my pale skimpily covered breasts gently.
“Celestia, I can't take this torture” he breathes
I reach down wrapping my fingers firmly around his hard cock, pumping it gently a few times before he pushes me back with a groan.
He takes my hand guiding me towards the bed and points up onto the pillows. I nod climbing into the bed and sitting in the middle. He goes to climb on top of me but u stop him, feeling overwhelmed with the idea of him on top of me pinning me to the bed.
“Tell me what you want, I need to know, need to hear it Celestia”
“I want to, I ---I---“ I freeze, the realization of how far I have taken this hitting me suddenly and I shrink back into my shell. He sees it and sits on the bed in front of me taking my hands in his.
“You do not have to do this Celestia, there are no expectations”
“I want to do this, I want you, but I'm---I can't”
“Celestia, it is fine”
“It's not, you have been so patient with me” I whimper as tears fall from my eyes, my emotions coming out.
“Celestia, I have been single for a very long time, I have managed without, can go without and can continue to go without. It is not a problem. I would be happy if you would agree to lay in my arms tonight, and if you cannot I am ok with that as well. I have no expectations in this”
“What is this Severus, what are we”
“ I don't know Celestia, but I don't think I can live without you in my life”
“Severus please don't, I can't give you what a proper lover could, I could never ask you to be with me and run a possibility of never being intimate”
“You aren't asking, I am offering, don't answer me know, sleep on it, lay with me, please”
I nod and he waves his wand pulling down the covers on the bed and hew both climb under them and pull them up over our almost bare forms. He lays his arm out and I move closer laying my head on his chest and wrapping my arm around his chest accidentally brushing his pulsing erection and earning a hiss.
“I'm so sorry love” I whisper
“Shhh, it is fine, it will go away, rest Celestia”
I close my eyes and for the first time in my life I drift into a peaceful sleep listening to his beating heart. I wake up around three and the blankets have come off him showing me he is still hard and I feel awful. I gently untie his sweat pants and reach down pulling his giant cock free from his pants and beginning to stroke it over and over from base to tip, each time I hit the top running my palm over it collecting his dew. He groans and I hear my name roll off his tongue like smooth wine and In one swift movement I have wrapped my lips tightly around the head of his coke sucking it hungrily. Clearly having taken him off guard he doesn't have the time to warn me before shooting his warm seed deep in my mouth with a delicious sexy deep grunt. It hits the back of my throat and I instinctively swallow earning another groan from Severus who is beginning to regain himself and already going hard again. I slide of my panties and bra while he lays with his eyes closed panting and I climb on top of him gently straddling his hips. His eyes shot open and he groans at my naked form on top of him, I position him at my wet entrance and with a deep breath sink down onto him, taking him into me all at once with a loud moan that he shares with me.
“Merlin you're tight” he pants holding me still to adjust to my body. The moment he let's go I lift myself so only his head remains inside my warmth before sinking down onto him again. He puts his hands on my hips digging his fingers in painfully and begins meeting my downwards thrusts with his own upward thrust pushing himself to new depths within me. I never would have imagined he would feel so perfectly fitting inside of me. I ride him for several more minutes before he snakes his hand down thumbing my swollen clit and breaking my existence around himself. He takes my moment of incoherence to flip on top of me and starting picking up a pace causing me to crash one more time before he lets his orgasm take him, spurting streams of his warm seed into me before collapsing on the bed beside me. We lay in the afterglow for what seems like hours before anyone speaks. Severus props himself up on one arm leaning over and capturing my lips, I am certain he can taste himself on my mouth but doesn't care as the kiss deepens before breaking apart for air.
“You were amazing Celestia, I have never felt so fully satisfied in all my life”
“I feel the same love, I didn't know it could feel like that”
Severus leans forward taking my nipple in his mouth sucking it until it goes hard then moving to the other and doing the same.
“Gods Severus how I've fallen for you”
“Say it, please say it Celestia”
“I love you Severus”
“And I have fallen hopelessly in love with you Celestia”
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