Bound in Leather

well, yet another rambling pain in the arse to let you know that i do not own any characters here, other than those not instantly recognizable the world over by every man, woman, child, and animal who has ever looked at a tv or movie screen or a book shop. the ones that are not mine ~like, duh, dude~ belong to jk rowling. i am not asking for money. i am merely doing this to keep myself from going starkers while waiting for the next movie, book, etc.

as always, i enact my raunch warning. severus is feeling particularly randy at the moment, so i\'m sure he and al will be shagging like rabbits in only a moment or two. please, if you can\'t stand the thought of smut, cover your eyes and give the popcorn over to someone who wants to see it all.

reviews would be nice. they are not needed, but they are appreciated. i would like to know what you think of my little effort here. no flames, please. i will use them to soundly roast your ass! and then we get into the whole argument about whether or not the dragon can come out to play. he\'s really avery messy creature. no matter how hard his mate tries to get him to clean up after himself. ~rolls eyes~ please.... let\'s not go there.

Chapter Eleven: A Good Way to Get Killed
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Severus felt Al sag against him and decided that she was sufficiently relaxed. Between the healing potion he\'d administered, in a sneaky manner naturally, and the hot, bubbling jets of water, he felt that she was now well and truly relaxed enough that she would be able to handle a bout or two of mad shagging. He was just slipping from her sleepy embrace when the knock sounded. What bloody idiot would be knocking on his door at this time of night? Didn\'t they know he was bound to be occupied?

\'Wha?....\' Al\'s head jerked up, as if she\'d been woken suddenly. She blinked, then looked up at him with bleary eyes. He gave her a faint smile, then sighed. \' I\'m sorry. Did I drift off?\'

\'Perfectly acceptable, Alasdair. It has been a long and trying evening for you. Why do you not sit here and relax a little longer while I go see who is at my bloody door.\' the last was spoken in irritation, through a set of clenched teeth. She nodded at him, watching as he strode from the room. He was soaking wet and naked as the day he was born. Al couldn\'t help but admiring the tight, nicely rounded contours of his ass as he went. She sighed, settling her head on the edge of the spacious tub, feeling her eyes drift shut as lethargy settled in once more.

Severus scooped up the robe laying on the end of the bed, hastily donning the black silk garment and tying it shut with a quick jerking motion of his hands. A second knock sounded just before he yanked on the door knob, pulling the panel wide to expose his visitor. He blinked, not quite willing to believe his eyes. Scratch that and make it visitors. First Lupin, and now this. Bloody hell! What had he done in his life that was so terrible that he deserved this? He heaved a sigh. Oh yes. That. Right, then. Other than the whole Death Eater thing, that was.

\'What the bloody hell are you doing here?\' he demanded, his tone less than cordial.

\'We were in the area and thought we would stop in. Might we come in out of the hallway so we can talk to you, Professor?\' he cringed at the title. He hadn\'t been called Professor in well over a year. Almost two, actually. And to hear it from one of his least favorite students. He had to have been condemned to hell.

\'Why should I let you in?\' he cocked a brow at his unwanted guests. Four pairs of eyes stared back at him a moment or two, then the most outspoken of the group picked up where the other had left off.

\'Professor Dumbledore asked us to come and speak to you, as we are in America on some Ministry business,\' Harry Potter replied smoothly, deciding not to take offence at the man\'s perpetually sour mood. He watched his former teacher cross his arms over his chest, a position that the man had perfected long before any of them had been his students, and glare at each one of them.

Severus snorted. Oh yes. Famous bloody Harry Potter. After graduation, he had gone and taken the test to become an Auror. What had been surprising was that the boy had made it. Then, he had defeated Voldemort and the entire Wizarding World had gotten down to kiss the Golden Gryffindor\'s arse as if it were made of.... well, gold. \'Speak to me about what?\' he asked, his tone conveying that he was not really interested in hearing whatever they had to say.

\'He wants you to go back to Hogwarts and teach,\' Hermione Granger put in, looking about the room with faint curiosity. He watched her, then stood back and sighed again.

\'Very bloody well. Come in. But don\'t expect to stay overly long,\' he warned. \' I happen to be a busy man.\' He frowned when four eyebrows hitched at that. The four of them, Harry Potter and his eternal shadows going by the names of Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley stepped in. The surprise in the group was Neville Longbottom. Oddly, the boy did not look as if he were too afraid of Snape now. Pity. It was ever a joy to terrorize the idiot.

The four univited guests stared about the room in something like awe before turning back to him. He had to scowl at their behavior. \'Have you never seen a man in a hotel room before?\' he snarled, his patience at an end. He had been fully prepared to sink into Al and not leave for days, if she would let him stay. And now he had to contend with this.

\'We never thought.... That is to say,\' Ron stuttered, going pink about the ears. Some things never changed. \'The Daily Prophet has been making reports about your career, believe it or not. We never expected this.\' With one hand, the red head gestured to the mild oppulence of the room.

\' I suggest you learn to deal with it quickly enough. Say what you need to, then be off,\' he ordered, his voice going low in his anger. The four exchanged glances, then Granger spoke.

\'When Professor Dumbledore learned that the Ministry asked us to go on this little good will tour of theirs, and he found out we would be here in America, he summoned us. He asked us to come see you, to tell you that he wishes you to return to Hogwarts and take up teaching Potions once more,\' she explained, her eyes still wandering the room at sporadic moments. \'He\'s had a damned hard time finding a Potions Master of your calibre. Apparently, none of them can measure up to your abilities.\'

Severus felt himself smirking at that, and he couldn\'t seem to stop it. Then he found he didn\'t want to stop. It was about bloody time someone made note of his more than average capabilities. It was too damned bad that he felt no desire to return to his former position and profession. That he was happy, actually happy, to be where he was. Doing what he was. He was basking in the glory of his status as Rock God, in all the worship the masses did at his feet. He was happy to have Al by his side, and going back to the Wizarding World would likely put an end to that. He was not going to let that happen, if he could help it.

He opened his mouth, ready to tell the lot of them what he thought of them, of Hogwarts, of Dumbledore, and of the entire Ministry, when he saw Neville\'s eyes bulge out in what could only be described as shock. \'Severus? Is something wrong?\' Al\'s sleepy voice came from behind him, somewhere in the vicinity of the doorway to the bathroom. He turned to her, smiling at the look on her face. She was yawning, trying to shake off the effects of the jacuzzi tub. She looked from him to his guests and clutched the hotel robe tight about her chest.

\'Bloody hell!\' Weasley sputtered. He heard a faint gasp that he judged to be Granger, but nothing from the Potter twit. That was a surprise.

\'Please, Alasdair,\' he held out a hand to her. She stepped over to him, putting her hand in his. He turned back to the four visitors, urging Al to stand next to him. When he casually draped his arm around her back in a possessive manner, he thought for a moment his four former students would faint dead away. \'Alasdair, may I present to you Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley, Neville Longbottom, and Harry Potter. Four of my former students.\'

He cast them a warning look before carrying on, gesturing to Alasdair with one hand. \'This, everyone, is Alasdair Maeve Wyndham.\'

\'You can call me Al,\' she smiled at them. She was surprised when the four of them goggled at her and didn\'t so much as laugh at her name. She glanced up at Severus a moment, then back to them. \'Severus mentioned to me once that he used to teach. Chemistry, wasn\'t it?\'

\'Yes, Alasdair. I taught them chemistry,\' Severus nodded when she glanced up at him yet again. He got the distinct impression that she was testing him, as if she were certain that there was more going on than she was aware of. \'Perhaps we can finish this discussion elsewhere?\' He said as he gave his attention back to the four witless wonders presently eyeing his woman as if she were something delectibly edible. He smiled at the thought, then quickly urged his scowl into place.

Alasdair watched the exchange with growing curiosity. They five of them were acting the slightest bit peculiar, and she was certain it was because she was in the room with them. She would have to be blind to miss the way the four newcomers kept looking at her, as if they expected her to just vanish. Or as if they had never seen a woman before. Though she got the distinct impression that they were somewhere near her age. She wasn\'t entirely sure, but she thought they were.... surprised to see her.

\'Professor Dumbledore is waiting for our reply, Sir,\' the one Severus had called Neville said.

\'As you can bloody well see,\' Severus snapped at the young man, indicating Al with a flick of his wrist. \' I am presently otherwise occupied. Can the old goat not wait until the morning?\'

\'Sir, it is morning in England,\' the red head spoke up. He looked as if he felt awkward. Severus\' black gaze snapped to him, narrowing as he felt his old demeanor slip over him like well worn robes. Al was astonished to see the speaker draw back visibly.

\' I bloody well meant morning here, you twit!\' he snarled. He felt Alasdair jerk slightly at his tone, but he kept his furious gaze pinned to his four intruders. \'You will leave now and not return until sometime after ten tomorrow morning. Only then will I listen to you blather on about the old man\'s needs. For now, I have my own needs to tend to. Now kindly get out, lest I make you!\'

\'Very well, Sir. We will come back to speak to you tomorrow,\' the dark headed one spoke. His green eyes raked over Al a moment from behind his glasses, then he grinned at Severus. \' If you don\'t mind my saying so, Professor. Nice choice.\' Before Severus could reply, the four visitors turned and marched back out the door. Severus was still tense when Al went over and pushed the door fully closed. She turned to him and stared.

\'You don\'t like them very much, do you?\' she asked softly. He looked down at her, then gave a self depricating grin and shook his head.

\' Is it that bloody obvious?\' he chuckled. She stared at him a moment, her eyes wide with disbelief. Then she laughed. He watched her a moment, curious about her reactions. \'What do you find so amusing?\'

\' I have never seen you so....\' she stopped and searched the recesses of her brain for the right word. She finally decided on one that she\'d heard Remus use frequently when speaking of Severus. \"Snarky before. Is it only those four you dislike, or did you habor such contempt for all your students?\'

\' I habored such contempt for all my students,\' he replied easily. She looked up at him, noting that the look he\'d worn when the four uninvited guests were here was now gone, replaced with what she had come to recognize as his normal one. It was far more neutral than she\'d ever imagined it to be. If his previous expression was anything to go by, he\'d been down right polite with her.

\'Then why teach them at all?\' she questioned, wondering why he had stayed locked in a classroom with them day after day if he couldn\'t stand them. He looked surprised by the question, but he quickly smothered that look and replaced it with a calculating one.

\'For each question you ask me, Alasdair,\' he purred, then offered her one of his wicked smiles. \' I shall be forced to..... find the proper way to curb your wagging tongue.\'

\'That sounds like a promise to me,\' she smiled up at him. He stared at her a moment, his black gaze moving over the length of her. He flicked his eyes to the bed, the corners of his mouth lifting suggestively. She gave him a knowing look, but crossed her arms over her chest. \'You haven\'t answered me yet.\'

He blinked at her a moment, then sighed and shook his head. \'I taught them because I was damned good at my job. Among other reasons. Some of which I might tell you someday. But not today. I have other plans in mind for you today,\' he told her, then pressed close. She smiled up at him, but couldn\'t let the topic drop so easily. They talked, but they never talked about his personal life. It had been a minor triumph to get from him the information that he had been a teacher before becoming a rock star. Now that she had him started, she didn\'t want to let it go just yet.

\'Why did the four of them look at me as if they\'ve never seen a woman in your presence before?\' she persisted.

\'Because they haven\'t,\' he returned, all the while steering her toward the bed. When the edge of the mattress hit the back of her legs, he stopped and looked at her once more. There was some expression in his eyes she couldn\'t name, but she thought it might be pain. It was gone too quickly for her to be sure. \' I had no personal life when I taught. None. And even if I\'d had one, I would never have allowed any of my students a glimpse into it.\'

His head was on it\'s way down to kiss her and distract her from anymore of her foolish questions when she got the next one out. \'Not even a woman?\' He gave a sigh of frustration, as he was feeling more than a little in need of her body at the moment. The anger at seeing a quartet of Gryffindors best forgotten in his hotel room had brought some of the anger he\'d lived with for so long flaring back to life. Demanding a form of release. Not that he intended to hurt Alasdair in any way. But a few hours spent between the sheets should cure the problem well enough.

\'No. Not even a woman,\' he told her, his voice low. She stopped a moment to ponder that, and he took the opportunity. He pressed his mouth to hers, his hands curling about her waist in an effort to draw her closer. He smiled inwardly when he felt her press closer to him, her arms twining about his neck with her silent surrender. She would let the subject drop for now. But she was intent on finding out more about the mysterious Severus Snape.

Severus let his hands move around until they found the tie of the robe she wore. Deftly, they pulled at the belt. It gave way, slipping to hang at her sides. The front of the robe fell open, giving his hands the opportunity to slip under the lapels so he could palm her breasts. She sighed into his mouth as he pressed his warm hands against her burning flesh. It struck her for a moment that her aches and pains were gone, but she let the thought drift away when his tongue slid over hers.

Al reached for his robe hungrily, her hands yanking on the belt with her efforts to open it. When the ties hung lose, he shrugged the garment from his shoulders. His skin was cool to the touch, smooth under her hands as she ran them down his shoulders and over his chest. Her finger tips stopped long enough to tease the tiny tips of his nipples, firming them up before moving lower. His abdomen contracted when her finger tips ghosted over it on their way to the apex of his thighs.

His shaft was already firming up when her hand wrapped around it. He quivered at her touch, tensing as she slowly stroked her fist up and down the length of his growing erection. He groaned, his hands curling tighter over the mounds of her breasts. She sighed contentedly. He felt her dip down. He opened his eyes to find her slipping to her knees. \'No, Alasdair. Not tonight. Tonight, let me worship you as you have me.\'

Alasdair stared, entranced, as he slowly went down onto his knees. His arms wrapped themselves about her waist, while he rested his head against her abdomen. She smiled down at him, one hand stroking through the soft silk of his raven colored hair. She caught her breath when he turned his face inward, his tongue slowly licking a trail up her stomach. He looked up at her, his onyx gaze full of a need she had never seen in them before. Her smile broadened, full of tenderness.

Severus stood and guided Alasdair down onto the mattress, laying the length of his frame over hers. She couldn\'t help the grin that came when she noted that, as he was so much taller than she, his legs stretched further than hers while she could pull him to her and not even see over his shoulder. He managed a lop sided smile, then bent down to kiss her. His mouth pressed hers gently yet firmly. She slid her arms up over his shoulders, her hands fisting about the long silky hair it found.

His tongue touched her lips, sending them apart with ease. The pink muscle delved in, gliding along her own tongue. Dueling with it for supremecy. His won out, taking relish in plundering the depths of the moist cavern. She moaned soflty, arching against him as her desire blazed to life and sent liquid need rushing through her body. It pooled between her thighs, bringing with it a flood of her own moisture.

As his tongue paid great attention to her mouth, one of his hands slipped between them, finding the juncture of her thighs. He shifted one leg, his thigh nudging her own further up and open until he had one knee planted on the mattress, her thigh hooked over it. A fingertip eased over the swollen folds, stroking along the seam teasingly. She sighed softly when his other hand slipped over a breast again, gently massaging and kneading it with long, strong fingers.

He broke the kiss, only to lay a trail of burning kisses over her jaw and down her neck. His back arched up as he moved lower, his teeth grating over tender flesh with slow, torturous caresses. When he stopped to lave and suckle her nipples she moaned once more, her back arching up off the bed to press her breasts closer to his mouth. He nipped at the tender buds, licking them after to soothe the minor pain he\'d inflicted. She writhed with need beneath him, her hips arching instinctively to find his.

\'Please, Severus, \' she finally gasped out, the intense need she felt clearly audible in her voice. He lifted his head from her breasts to trail lower, his lips pressing quick kisses to her belly. He licked around her belly button a moment or two, dipping the tip of his tongue into the small indentation. It sent quivers racing along her spine. Then he continued lower, his hand moving ahead of him to push her other thigh open a touch wider. The fingers that had been teasing at her entrance slowly slid between her nether lips. \'Oh!\' she gasped again, her hips rising up to meet the questing digits.

His other hand joined the first, a pair of fingers finding the small button that was her clit. She moaned loudly, her hands moving down to clutch at his head. He lifted his gaze to her face, noting the flush that stained her cheeks, and smiled. She tensed when she felt his mouth settle over her nether lips, then shuddered when his tongue licked a slow path up the length of them. Each pass of his tongue saw it dipping further between the folds until the slightly abraisive tip flicked over her clit.

Alasdair squirmed beneath him. A long, soft sigh issued forth as his tongue slowly began to lave at her pussy. Her finger tips dug into his scalp. He couldn\'t stifle the groan when he felt her nails break skin. It had him redoubling his efforts at pleasuring her with his tongue. His hands settled against her thighs, pushing them up to open her further to his questing tongue while holding her down. She still managed to wriggle, but she could not get away from him.

His tongue stabbed into her, dipping into her wet channel as deeply as it could go. Every few thrusts had him licking up over her clit. She was making mewling sounds in the back of her throat. Her hips were bucking of their own accord. He could feel the tension as it built and spread through her body. Her orgasm was approaching. He released his hold on one of her thighs, bringing the hand down to slowly rub her clit. \'Oh yes. Just like that!\' she hissed. He chuckled, the vibrations flowing along his tongue as it continued it\'s assault on her clenching pussy.

Sensing she was on the verge of release, he withdrew his mouth and hand from her aching core. She nearly sobbed, her hands falling away to lay limply on the bed. Severus moved up over her body, settling his hips in the cradle of her splayed thighs.She moaned when his stiffened shaft pressed against her swollen lips. His mouth swooped down to claim hers, his tongue thrusting into her mouth at the same moment his cock pushed into her body. She arched, her hips slamming up into his.

Her legs wrapped about his waist, her arms mirroring the move at his neck. She could taste her essence on his tongue. It was something she\'d never experienced before, and she found it to be highly arousing. His hips slowly pulled back, sliding his length out of her. When he pushed back in, she felt her orgasm burst from the friction. A loud moan filled the silence of the room as her muscles spasmed around him.

Severus shuddered at the intensity of her orgasm, then slowly drove himself back into her welcoming flesh. She was hot and wet as the walls of her pussy wrapped around his shaft. It was almost like heaven to be buried within her once more. He knew he was quickly becoming addicted to her. He knew he shouldn\'t allow it to happen. He shouldn\'t have even considered going back the first time. But there was something about her. Like a breath of fresh air. Her groan brought him back to where he was, and he lifted his head from hers so he could look her in the eyes.

\'Please, Severus,\' she breathed, looking up at him with eyes that were so blue with passion, it was amazing. He nodded slowly, then gave all of his attention over to pistoning into and out of her body. Her limbs tightened about him. She buried her face in his shoulder, her teeth nipping at his throat as she met each of his thrusts. Her hips rocked up into his, her muscles maintaining a firm grip on his stiff cock.

He felt the tension build in his own body. He forced himself to think of other things than how good it felt to be welcomed into the fiery heat of her feminine core. She was moaning soflty into his neck, the warm breath stirring across his fevered flesh. It was no use. He could not drag his attention from her as she climbed toward her second release on his driving erection. It was all he could do not to explode within her almost immediately.

Severus increased his pace, the force behind his thrusts. Al panted for breath beneath him, matching the rocking of her hips to his. He felt the knot of tension at the base of his spine and drove into her harder. His testicles tightened. He was going to orgasm soon. If the way Al\'s body clutched at his below him was any indication, so was she. He turned his head, taking her lips once more. She kissed him hungrily, her hands curling into his shoulders. He felt her nails cutting into her flesh once more. It send him spiralling over the edge.

He pounded against her, his breath coming in great rasps through his nose. She tightened her legs about his hips, pulling him closer. He drove deep, coming to a rest a moment before pulling out and thrusting back in. Al\'s hands clenched convulsively, then her body sent rigid around him. He felt her orgasm start, then pushed into her as far as he could go. The knot in his back undid itself as his orgasm burst over him. He stiffened within her while he pumped his seed into her body.

It took several more thrusts to fully empty himself into her, then the two of them collapsed onto the bed in a sweaty heap. Both panted for breath. Severus could feel the sting of sweat on his back as it slid into the nail marks Al had left there. He looked at her and smiled. Her hair was tousled while her eyes remained firmly shut. Even as she lay there, he could see she was half asleep. He smiled at that, glad to know that he was able to so thoroughly wear her out. He gathered his energy and lifted her, moving her up so he could lay her head upon the pillows.

She looked beautiful laying there, all naked and flushed. He started as the thought marched proudly through his brain. He shouldn\'t be thinking such things as that. He was not a man who appreciated the exterior beauty of anything. It was the components that made it up, what was inside that he found intriguing. And he knew that he was intrigued by Alasdair\'s interior. That was something he already knew. But her exterior as well? He shook his head ruefully at his own folly. If he didn\'t watch himself, he\'d soon be waxing poetic and acting like a complete git.

Severus had no intentions of turning into Remus. Not one bit.

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\' I can come in with you, if you like,\' Severus suggested as the rental pulled up infront of her small home. She shook her head and smiled at him. He felt the smallest bit responsible for her, as he had not been able to stop himself from taking her again and again. Everytime he thought about sending her off, the traitorous organ betwixt his thighs stirred to life once more. They had ended up rumpling the sheets three more times before he had finally garnered the strength to let her go.

He had found himself curiously reluctant to let her return to her home. He knew that her step father was beating her, and he wanted to see it stopped. The thought surprised him, but he couldn\'t seem to get the blasted thing to leave his head. If he were willing to admit it, he was afraid for her safety. And, as it was well past sun up, he wanted to see to it that nothing happened to her today.

\'There\'s no need,\' her voice was soft. He looked over to her, frowning. She was looking out the window, staring at the little house with enough apprehension that it was palpable in the air. He was certain she did not really want to go inside. He was about to offer her his protection when she pulled the handle, sending the door swinging wide. When she looked back at him, she was smiling too broadly. As if she were forcing it. \' I know you have to get going. The tour won\'t wait for you. I\'m fine, really. Thank you.\' she leaned over the seats to place a gentle kiss on his cheek. She was out the door before he could even mention seeing her again.

Severus watched her as she pushed the door to the house open, slipping into the interior without looking back. He heaved a sigh, firmly reminding himself that she wasn\'t really his responsibility. He was just using her for physical release. There was nothing more to their relationship than that. He snorted, the words sounding hollow to even his jaded self. He knew better than that. Alasdair was so much more than a body to him. She was what he had hoped to find for the better part of his miserable life. She was a miracle.

When he was around Alasdair, Severus felt as if he could truly be himself. And he felt as if she did not judge him on that. He knew that he was still nasty, but she took it in stride, as if she knew that it was a part of him. She was, to some degree, very assured of her place in his life. She knew that he did not look for companionship elsewhere. That when she wasn\'t there, he refrained from the mass of groupies that swarmed and circled the band like sharks at a feeding frenzy. She knew that he, for the present, was content with her. He had even accepted that he didn\'t want anyone else.

He muttered a curse, throwing the rental into gear. He still had Potter and his little band of miscreants to deal with. What a wonderful way to completely foul up the rest of his day. And it had started out so bloody good, too.

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Kevin sat in the recliner, his head tilted at an uncomfortable angle that told Al that he was still sleeping off the effects of last night\'s binge. She let go of the breath she wasn\'t aware of holding, then slowly tip toed for the stairs. She wasn\'t certain how much longer she could keep this up. Kevin had never been terrible with her. Oh, she knew what he was doing was wrong. And she knew she should stop him. Perhaps get help from someone. The first person to come to mind was Severus, but she didn\'t want to admit to him that she let Kevin beat her. That she didn\'t try to stop him at all. She just knew it needed to stop. Before Kevin really hurt her.

\'And where were you last night, Alas?\' his voice was full and normal. She closed her eyes as she realized that he hadn\'t been sleeping at all. She turned to face him slowly, blanking all expression from her face. He was watching her like a big cat watched a herd of some animal. Like he was looking for the weakest point before launching his attack.

\' I was out with some friends,\' she replied. In her opinion, it certainly wasn\'t a lie. She considered both Severus and Remus her friends. And Clarette had been added to the list rather quickly. She knew that the band, for whatever reason, was always glad to see her. Friends, one and all, as far as she was concerned.

\'Which ones?\' he inquired, standing from his chair. He moved toward her with a lazy gait, his face still open and friendly. She knew it for what it was. A bad sign.

\'Brandy and Gen,\' she didn\'t even bat an eyelash at the blatant lie.

\'Really? Then why did Brandy call here looking for you? Lose her, did you?\' he asked as he stepped up next to her. In a manner meant ot intimidate and confuse her, he circled her. His head leaned toward her, and she could actually hear him sniff at her. It was as if he were scenting her. \'You smell like sex. Who have you been whoring about with?\'

\'No one,\' she returned evenly. He snorted in disbelief. \'Never mind the fact that it would be none of your business if I was whoring about, as you put it.\'

\' It is my business. Seeing as I\'m your father, I have a right to know who the asshole is that you\'ve been spreading your legs for!\' he insisted. His words were enough to snap Al\'s temper.

\'You and NOT my father!\' she spat at him, her mouth set in a line. He glared down at her, his eyes going dead.

\' I am your father, and you will listen to me, if I have to pound it into your hide each and every time you leave this house,\' his voice was deathly low, his face gone pale with is anger.

\'Fuck you,\' she smiled at him sweetly. It was official. She\'d been spending far too much time in Severus\' presence. She watched, almost as if she were seeing it happen to someone else, as his arm swung back, his hand curling into a fist. It connected with her stomach hard, doubling her over with the force of the blow. She coughed, feeling all the air rushing from her lungs. She turned to move away, and the fist caught her across the back with a hard blow. She went down on her hands and knees, trying to learn how to breathe all over again.

The last thing Al remembered thinking, before the blackness crept into the edges of her vision, was that she would find a way to pay him back for all the pain one day. Oh yes, he would pay.....

end chapter eleven.
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thanks go, as always, to madam shark for all her help. and to my usual crew. they all know who they are. you guys keep me writing. loves ya all!

to Aoibheann: so glad you\'re enjoying this. hope you like what\'s to come!

to Red: a Viper.... sweet muscle car. all man, too. yup, he\'s gotta have one! now the only question is.... black or green? ~grin~

to Star: glad youre feeling better, and i hope you didn\'t hurt yourself jumping up and down like that. yes, Al got to kick ass. maybe she\'ll get to kick some more ass. we\'ll have to wait and see....

to deblovesdragon: yes, i think he\'s well on his way to being thoroughly, head over heels in love with the girl. imagine everyone\'s surprise. and a Muggle, to boot. what\'s the world coming to? don\'t worry your pretty head. Kevin will get his... just wait. Severus has plans for that boy. let me tell you... and thanks, i really like Al too.... she is pretty cool.

to Talene: here you go. the next chappie..... hmm, i wonder what will happen next?

as always, if you like my efforts, a review would be appreciated. no need to leave one if you don\'t like. just the same, though.... thanks for reading!