In Need

A/N - *Warning* - This section implies nonconsentual stuff. If that bothers you, skip this one.

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It was Friday evening and Severus Snape was in a vile mood. Megan was due to return at any time, but for as much as he longed to see her, he could not because he had been summoned to an informal gathering of death eaters. News of Megan\'s visit to Durmstrang had traveled through dark circles faster than even he had expected it to. Knowing about her closeness to Dumbledore and possibly even her muggle ties, they were suspicious of any interest Severus might have in her. So they were testing him.


Tonight a group of five of them were sitting around a table in a very loud and very seedy club in the darker section of Knockturn Alley. Loud music thumped to a beat like a racing heart, and the men leered at the women dancing on various platforms, in various stages of undress. The women were bumping and grinding to the tempo, continuing to remove whatever was left of what little they were already wearing, and the men - who had by then consumed an impressive amount of liquor - reached out and fondled the women. The women smiled wickedly and left nothing to the imagination as they danced and touched themselves and each other.


Severus was livid to have to be there, but he knew it was wisest to keep quiet and play the part of fellow death eater so they would leave Megan alone. So he leered too, and laughed at the jokes and banter that the rest laughed at.


The woman who had flung her arms around him reeked of stale drink and neglected hygiene. She had wiry dyed hair and wore an alarming amount of makeup. There was no chance of her ever arousing him, even had he not known Megan, but she attempted to do so rather energetically nonetheless. He closed his eyes and thought of Megan\'s soft scent of roses and fresh air, her soft beautiful skin and hair, and her kind smile, as the tart holding onto him smiled suggestively at him, sucking on one of her fingers.


Naturally, he was quite horrified to find, when he opened his eyes, Megan herself standing just inside the doorway of the club looking at him with mingled horror and dismay, her eyes wide and her mouth open in surprise.

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“Fucking perfect,” Severus thought to himself when he saw Megan at the door.


She knew about his continued association with the death eaters, of course, but it was still not the same as actually seeing him there with them firsthand. With a naked hussy draped over him no less, and many empty glasses in front of him. He had been spelling the alcohol out of all of his whiskey and was completely sober, but Megan had no way of knowing that. What the hell was she doing there, anyway?


Goyle, following Snape\'s surprised look, saw Megan too and guffawed, “Too bloody perfect! We\'ll have a little sport now!”


Megan turned quickly to leaved Sed Severus had to make a decision very quy. y. It broke his heart to do it, but if he didn\'t, one of the other death eaters would have instead... For the second time in her life, Severus used the imperius curse on her, hoping to save both her life and his credibility. He pointed his wand at her retreating back and uttered hoarsely, “Imperio!”


His face gave nothing away of the anguish he was experiencing. A stern sneer covered up the fact that he was dying inside from having to hurt the one person he had ever loved that much. Megan felt the curse hit her, but it did not appear to take immediately. He willed her to come over to him, but instead, she froze in her tracks and turned painfully slowly around to give him a reproachful and pleading look. She slowly began to reach for her wand with one hand and touched her face with her other hand, as if in disbelief. Severus pointed his wand at her once more, the death eaters looking at him expectantly, and repeated the curse. “Imperio!”


This time, she went slack for a moment, then straightened up and walked over to their table. Her mouth was smiling, but tears were starting to run out of her eyes. “Hello, my beauty,” Severus drawled in his coldest tone, “You *do* love to tag along after me, don\'t you? Well, come and join our party then!”


The other death eaters at the table roared appreciatively with laughter.


Suddenly, Severus’ heart went into his mouth as he outwardly gazed coldly at Megan: she had begun to dance to the pulsing music that thundered through the air.


And he wasn\'t making her do it.


A spark of incredulous hope started within him, but he instantly quashed it. For her sake, it was too dangerous to let the death eaters detect any hope for her safety within him. He didn\'t know how or why she would do what she was now doing, but he was quite convinced that she was not under any outside magical influence at all.


Megan’s dark hair was piled onto her head in a pretty arrangement. She wore robes of midnight blue silk, which she proceeded to seductively unfasten and drop, to more lewd cheering from the group. Megan now wore only a black lace bra and panties and black fitted high-heeled boots that came up above her knees. Severus found this first glimpse of her body to be stunning - firm and toned in all the right places and soft ample curves in all the other right places.


Megan’s lithe and bold movements attracted the club\'s dancers, who eyed her suspiciously. Once they had determined that she wasn\'t there to steal away their tips, though, they continued their bump and grind around her. In spite of the tension and danger of the situation, Severus’ erection grew uncomfortably hard and strained against his pants - he was on fire for her. She made her way around the group’s table, running her fingers through this one\'s hair, nipping that one gently on the ear, stopping in front of Severus last.


Her face was flushed from dancing and her eyes, now red and swollen, were still streaming tears, which ran down her face and dripped off. Seeing her like that broke his heart all over again and instantly rekindled his uncintyinty about what was happening. He was at least grateful they were in a public place - the death eaters would not do anything at this point that would give evidence for the aurors or the ministry to capture them. They were protective of their numbers in preparation for the inevitable war, aere ere therefore revelyvely cautious in public.


Severus eyed Megan lazily as she slowly began to walk toward him with her long legs straddling his. She squeezed her magnificent lace-clad breasts for him and rubbed her nipples, and his heart began to race as he saw them harden through the lacy fabric. She sat down and began to grind on his lap to the tempo of the music, and he lost his mind. His heart was pounding through his ribcage, and it was all he could do to sit still and try to make it look like he was controlling her.


Megan licked her lips suggestively, and Severus pulled her forward, crushing her mouth to his in a kiss, his tongue moving against hers. As she ground against his raging erection, he put his hands on her knees and ran them up the inside of her thighs. Still kissing her feverishly, he felt through her panties how wet she was, and barely suppressed the shudder of pleasure that taunted his spine. He put his hands on huttouttocks and ran them smoothly up her back, taking the lacy strap of her bra into his hands and moving to unfasten it.


Crabbe looked nervously around and told Snape to stop. “We don\'t want to attract to much attention here, you know. This isn\'t a revel after all...”


Snape was relieved that his gamble had worked. He would not have actually let things go any further than they had, and the group had fortunately not called his bluff.


With what little control he had of the situation, he had been determined to make it end as soon as possible while still being as convincing as possible. He was still baffled about Megan’s role in all of it, but now was obviously not the time to ask questions.


Snape gave Crabbe a dangerous stare - as if daring him to interfere - but then dropped his hands after a second and pushed Megan away. “Go and wait for me in my bed,” he growled to her in a velvet voice, not even trying to mask his desire. “I will be there shortly.”


Obediently, Megan put her robe back on and left. Snape left with the rest of the group about an hour later. With lewd laughs and suggestive jokes, they clapped him on the back and sent him home to find his prize. He apparated to the edge of Hogwarts grounds and went swiftly to the castle, heading straight to Megan\'s quarters.


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A/N - Stay tuned for things heating up quite a bit...

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