MUGGLE MAGIC

A/N: And at last chapter 10, one of my favorites as you all shall read. Its chock full of all sorts of delicious yumminess, not to mention, my own private Snape fantasies. Hope your imaginations have lots of fun! Again, all things associated to Harry Potter and the HP realm belongs to JKR, everything else is my own. Thanks again to AFF for hosting this work. Many thanks to Marilynn, a beta I have so much in common with… it’s scary lol! Thanks for polishing my diamond in the rough!

Note to all readers, when I re-read this chapter I almost died laughing. The double meaning starting from the 4th paragraph till… well, my mind is rotted! What do you expect?


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CHAPTER 10


“SLEEP”

I know it’s late; I shouldn’t call at this hour.
But it’s my fate, I need lips to devour.
My nervous system is shot alright,
I won’t sleep unless you…

Sleep with me, tonight.
Deep with me, tonight.

I know it’s late, we’ve known each other a while.
I can’t wait, to see your twisted smile.
Kindred spirit of candles light,
I won’t sleep unless you…

Sleep with me, tonight.
Deep with me, tonight.
And my heart might say, I’m so tired but I fight.
Sleep with me tonight.
Sleep with me tonight.

Drown out the machinery in my head.
Bring your peace of mind to my bed.
Without sleep there are no dreams,
Without dreams we’ll fall apart, I can’t sleep.

Kindred spirit of candles light,
I won’t sleep unless you…

Sleep with me, tonight.
Deep with me tonight.
And my heart, might say, I’m so tired but I fight.
Sleep with me tonight.
Sleep with me tonight.

“Sleep” by Conjure One




Without so much as blinking Severus descended upon my lips in a violent surge of lust. Lips mashed against lips, tongue parried tongue and I moaned helplessly in the tight bands of his arms.

Grabbing the collar of his dressing gown I commanded my feet to move and dragged him to my office. This was easier said than done because our lips never left each other. His hands roamed all over my body while mine were buried in his hair. He kicked the door shut and I almost stumbled on a chair, breaking our kiss.

Without a word I undid the belt of his robe and pushed it over his shoulders, my hands gliding against the warm skin of his chest and arms. I stared breathlessly at him, drinking in my fill but Severus was not that patient. His hands left my waist and inched up to the neck of my satin nightgown. In one fluid movement, he ripped it from neck to hem.

“My gown!” I gasped in shock and delight.

“I suppose I’ll buy you another,” he muttered thickly.

Shrugging off the remains of the torn gown, I leapt into his arms. With my legs wrapped tightly around his waist and my arms around his neck, I started devouring his curling lips. Moaning hotly into each other’s mouths, I felt him move towards the entrance of my private rooms.

Pressing me up to the bookshelf, he began to mutter in frustration about his forgotten wand. I giggled, “No. You have your wand. I can feel it now, throbbing with power and magic.”

He grinned at that. “I suggest you tell me the password or it’s going to be very painful for you against this shelf.”

“But I don’t know the password,” I muttered between the wet kisses I was planting on his neck.

He pulled back and looked at me. “That’s ridiculous.”

“No, no… I mean it is, but just put your hands on the third and fifth shelves and say it.”

Hands on both shelves he muttered disbelievingly, “But I don’t know the password,” and the door swung open. He looked at me again in utter amazement. “That’s the most ridiculous password I have ever had the misfortune of hearing.”

I laughed as we walked down the corridor and entered my sitting room, “Filch said the same thing.”

Severus sobered. “When was Filch in your private rooms?”

Was that a trace of jealousy? I laughed again as I explained, “The day I moved in. Now shut up and kiss me.”

“Is that all you want me to do?” he asked roguishly.

I couldn’t answer that the way I wanted. ‘Make love to me’ was on the tip of my tongue but I didn’t know how he would have reacted to those words. Instead I resumed my hungry assault on his lips and we staggered to my bedroom. As the bed hit against the back of his legs, we both flopped down.

Not wasting time on foreplay, Severus entered me in one fluid stroke and I cried out in absolute pleasure at the feel of him. Our joining was wild and abandoned, untamed and uninhibited and simply delicious. The fire, the heat that burst forth from the both of us amazed me. Abstinence had apparently heightened the experience.

Severus was utterly savage and I loved it. His hard strokes from tip to hilt left me breathless and dizzy and crying out for more. His hips slapping against mine, the squeak of the bed, the banging of the headboard, his grunts of satisfaction, all combined to push us over the edge.

Severus pumped faster and faster till at last he arched his back and in one final thrust, buried himself deep into the core of me. He gasped aloud as he came, scorching me on the inside, and I could only whimper his name over and over again.

At last he unlocked his elbows and fell on me. Wrapping my arms around him, I held him there, cradling him to me even as I savored the tremors emanating from between my legs to every nerve of my body. And I wondered, was it always like this? Will it always be like this, feel like this with him?


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The sound of thunder awakened me. Sighing, I smiled at my sleeping Severus before I left the bed and opened the doors to the balcony. A chilling wind greeted me and I grinned. Ignoring my naked state I walked out to the balustrade and looked at the dark horizon. The amazing vista the balcony afforded had me spell bound. The dark lake was below me, the blackened clouds illuminated by brief flashes of lightening above me, and mysterious forests and towering hills circling them all.

I had always loved the weather like this. It captivated me just like Severus Snape. Wrapping my arms around myself I recalled those moments, the first time I saw him, our first kiss, our first time making love. Oh, I felt so full of him now. My lover. I smiled at the thought. His touch, his body, his very breath was a part of me. He was mine.

A light patter of rain had just begun and I closed my eyes and opened my arms to embrace the magic of the rain. The droplets, driven by the wind to needle tipped kisses, slashed at my face and body. The sounds of the storm entranced me: the rumbling of the thunder, the bursts of light across the inky sky. Next to Severus, this was seduction.

Warm hands slipped under my outstretched arms and closed around me and pulled me up against an even warmer body.

“You’ll catch you death,” he murmured into my ear.

I smiled and wiggled closer, pressing into his naked form. “Too late,” I sighed. “I’ve already died and gone to heaven.”

He snorted at that.

Me and my muggle sayings, I grinned to myself.

“Why are you out here like this? Not that I’m complaining though,” he whispered as his hands cupped my breasts. “The view is breathtaking.” There was mischief in his voice.

“Just enjoying my namesake”

“Indeed. Rain is an odd name to have.”

“I’m told that it was very stormy when I was born – lots of rain. My parents thought it was a nice remembrance,” I explained.

“Fascinating,” he drawled. “Let’s be thankful it wasn’t foggy instead.” Even though I couldn’t see his face, I could just feel the unholy grin that spread on it.

Laughing, I turned and punched him playfully in the stomach, “Oh you wicked man.”

Grabbing my hands he pulled me to him violently and our wet bodies slapped together noisily. His eyes flashed with the lightning and my heart skipped a beat at the sight of it.

“You haven’t seen my wicked side yet,” he purred, his honeyed voice washing over me. I shivered but not from the cold All I felt was heat, heat from his intent gaze, heat from our pressed bodies, heat from his growing erection. I shivered in anticipation, in wanting.

“Oh really?” I provoked, my own lips curling in expectation.

“Really.”

His mellifluous baritone thickened and dropped in the wake of his desire. From what I could see his eyes darkened even more. His lips, kissed by the rain, were wet, his body slick.

“Oh my,” I breathed as tremors ran down my spine.

He smiled wickedly at my response, “Indeed.”

His lips captured mine in a sinfully decadent kiss. His tongue first raked my mouth and then softened as he moved it provocatively in and out, reminiscent of him stroking inside of me. Ignoring my moans, he continued to insert and withdraw his tongue until I captured it with my lips and sucked on it until he groaned with desire and need.

His hands roamed all over my slick, wet body, renewing their acquaintance. The flat of his palms rounded over my buttocks then cupped, his fingers dipping into the space between my legs and I cried out into his mouth with uninhibited yearning. My hands buried into his soaking locks as his lips continued their journey down my neck to my rapidly heaving breasts.

“Your taste,” he groaned against my skin, “is intoxicating.”

His mouth closed over my hard nipples in a kiss that made me dizzy with pleasure. His tongue circled and swirled around the swollen peak before sucking on it again, and I cried out into the night in wild abandon. As he moved to the other breast, I gripped the balustrade at my back to keep steady. All the while his mouth attended my breasts, his fingers wreaked havoc between my legs, penetrating and churning and I was drowning all over again.

“Oh Severus…” I sobbed as his lips moved from my breasts and proceeded down the flat of my stomach, sipping at the rivulets of sweet rainwater as it ran down my body. The feel of it made my knees buckle. The butterflies in my stomach went hyper as his hands gripped my hips and his mouth moved further down to my…

“AHHHHH! Oh Severus… Oh… Sev…” I could say nothing more as my brain ceased to function. I gasped at the feel of the cold slashing rain all over my body and his mouth so hot against my sensitive flesh. His tongue parted me and flicked expertly against my sensitive button. His lips kissed every inch of me and suckled at my entrance tasting me fully.

I was beyond gone but just as I was about to peak he released me. Standing, he tenderly pushed back the hair that plastered my face and then claimed my lips. In my mouth I tasted him and myself and it was sweet. His hands again slid down to my hips and curling around my thigh, he lifted my leg over his hip,

“Come,” he rasped against my swollen lips.

I lifted myself onto him, both legs locked around his hips, my arms around his neck and I looked into his midnight eyes – ablaze with need. Severus walked the few feet to the gray stone wall at the end of the balcony. I leaned against it as his hand reached down to guide himself into me and, with our eyes still locked, he impaled me with his thick hard member and I gasped at the feeling of being full of him again.

His hands snaked around and cupped my buttocks and slowly he lifted me up and drew me down over and over again. Pressing my hands onto the wall behind me and my legs around his waist I leveraged myself up and down on his turgid member. “Oh Sev…” I cried as I arched my back giving him full access. Groaning, he captured one bouncing nipple and suckled on it as I picked up the pace.

“Ohhhh… Sev…” I whimpered as I felt my orgasm build. He lifted his head and gazed up at me and I was immediately ensnared. The slashing rain at his back, the violently cracking thunder and the flash of lightning just beyond did not compare to the tempest in his eyes.

“Cass…,” he muttered thickly as he drove into me, each of us fighting for the summit. Until…

The lightening flashed and he screamed into the night as he shot off into me. The heat of him, like molten silver, burned into every fiber of me and I held on to him quivering with the power of it.

His hands released me and reached to brace himself on the wall at my back. Slowly he sank to his knees and his arms wrapped around me again.

Pulling me close, he whispered, “Never… it has never been like that… for me. Ever” My heart raced at his admission and I pulled myself away to cup his face in my hands and look at him… my lover. His inky hair was plastered on his head, his lashes spiked, his face pale from the cold of the rain but his eyes still burned and his lips still hungry.

Leaning in to capture his mouth I said breathlessly,

“I want you. I will always want you… only you…”

He was still inside me and I felt him as he started to grow hard again. This time it was my turn. Our lips still locked, I gently pushed him to the cold, wet floor, my legs on either side of his hips. I stretched out over him protecting him from the needlelike rain. Holding his wrists just over his head, I began to rock my hips against him and he moaned in ecstasy.

Black hair tangled in black hair as my nipples grazed against his chest. Grinding my hips to take him in deeper, I felt him throb inside of me, touching my womb over and over again with every stroke. I cried out in pure bliss as I released his hands and rose up off of him.

Sitting on his erect member now, I flipped my soaking hair over my head and it slapped against my back. I looked down at him as I moved up and down, riding him slowly, contracting my inner muscles around him until he groaned and gnashed his teeth at the pleasure it invoked. His hands left my hips and inched up to my breasts, which bounced with my every movement. He cupped them and I held his hands there as I continued.

The storm that surrounded us pulsated with electrical energy. Behind me the lightning flashed, charging the air and striking at the trees and the surrounding mountains. The thunder boomed and reverberated; its echo could be felt in the stone under us and even inside us further adding tremulous pleasure. The wind whipped around us and I opened my arms like I had before, only Severus was with me now.

The freezing wind bit at my naked flesh, the rain pricked at my skin and my hair blew wildly about my head. My eyes slid closed and I gave in to everything I felt around me, in my body, in my heart, in my mind and spirit. I felt lost to time and space… they simply did not exist anymore. Only Severus and I… like this… feeling this… we were real and everything else was illusion.

As though timed by nature herself, a crack of thunder muted our screams of rapture and I collapsed on his heaving chest. How long we stayed there I couldn’t tell but neither of us could speak for quite a while. All that was left were the sounds of the passing storm, the light patter of the rain and the gentle rumble of thunder.

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Somehow we managed to drag ourselves back inside and collapse in front of my bedroom fireplace. The white mohair rug was luxuriously thick and warm with the heat of the rekindled fire. I left Severus a moment to get some towels for our soaking hair.

“I believe – that was a first for me,” he muttered tiredly upon my return.

“Oh?” I asked innocently as I draped the towel over his head and dried his hair vigorously.

A muffled “Yes,” came from under the towel and I giggled. He snatched it away and said clearly, “Yes.” He thought for a moment, “Three times in that particular space of time, well…” His lips curled.

I smiled as I twisted my own sodden locks into the towel. “Mmm, I think it had to do with the abstinence.”

He grabbed my hands and pulled me roughly down to his lap. Holding my hands prisoner he lectured, “Yes wench.”

My eyebrows shot up with that. He continued, “It was all your doing. Have you any idea how frustrating these last twelve days has been for me? I’ll admonish you to never do that again.”

“And what… what precisely,” I traced my fingernail along his chest,” do you want me to not do?” I wiggled my bottom further into his lap until I elicited a groan from him.

He wanted to say something witty to keep the atmosphere light but instead he allowed his innermost feelings to lead him. “Don’t leave me out.”

His words held many meanings for both of us. I cupped his face in my hands and I kissed the tip of his nose.

“Never again,” I murmured against his lips. Even though my own heart ached for him to respond likewise to me, to not leave me out of his life, I remembered my compromise and accepted him as he was.

That apparently satisfied him and, reclining on the pillows I had dragged from the sofa he seemed content holding me and gazing at the flickering flames in the grate. His fingers ran feathery trails up and down my arms and I loved the impression if it, the domesticity of it. I giggled playfully, burying my face into his chest.

He looked down at me. “Happy, are we?” he drawled.

I muffled my laughter and nodded at him. Sobering I ventured, “Severus?”

“Mmm, I like it infinitely better when you scream my name in the heat of passion.”

“I’ll bet, but seriously though, you may hate me for this but I have to know. Why do you use so much pomade in your hair?”

He grew silent and returned to gazing at the fire. I felt sure he was not going to tell me when…,

“Your hair,” he emphasized, as he fingered a curling lock, “look’s beautiful… on you.” He spoke quietly. “But on me…?”

I had an immediate mental image of Severus with wavy locks like my own and I had to hold myself still from laughing outright. However, he was too keen and grew mutinous at what I was fighting hard not to do.

Sighing he continued, “Yes well the pomade did the trick and kept my hair looking respectable. Are you quite satisfied now?”

I felt wicked. “How do I answer that without sounding completely horny?”

He rose up, “I’m only a man, wench.”

But I was already planting kisses down his stomach. Until, I cleared my throat and peeked up at him,

“You’re feeling rather er… vigorous again aren’t you?”

“Yes,” he smirked. “I’m quite potent, you know.”


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A\N: Well? Was it as good for you as it was for me? Stay tuned as Cassidy discovers her naughty side! Even more yummylicious!

The wavy hair thing is my own personal theory, any other theories out there??