White Flower; Black Dragon

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THIS WEEKEND... chapter.... 13. See how unlucky one number can get...


Masquerade


Footsteps fell, shattering the peaceful silence surrounding us. I helped her up the steps, her gentle white brocade dress fanning out behind her and the steps we had already walked on. I couldn’t help but watch her graceful profile, her pretty manner and fatal smile. The mask that sat so perfectly upon her face, her lips still visible – tinted red. It was almost hard for me to not feel a certain lust towards her. Making an entrance with ripped clothing wasn’t exactly my idea of entering a ball. So I held myself like a gentleman and entered the manor with my head up high and walked proudly with the most beautiful creature that walked the earth.

I hadn’t looked in the mirror that afternoon. My mask fell slightly to the side; it had a hard time fitting onto my nose. Narcissa giggled slightly as the crooked mask hang darkly on my, not so happy face. No doubt, we were making a statement with what we had worn, but to us, we hadn’t an idea until others around us stared. I wore my licorice black, and she wore a vanilla white. A contrast, which to my astonishment, had caught half the guest’s attention, “We seem to be quite the couple…” I whispered to her as we stood by a great pillar.

“That’s what I was hoping for,” she chuckled, “The reason I’m wearing white.”

“Care to dance then – we might as well not waste the time we have,” I led her to the middle of the dancing couples and took her hand in mine. My other hand rested at the small of her back, I pulled her closer – until our stomachs were almost touching.

We danced to the waltz … and we at times, disobeyed the dance, and pushed firmer into one another as our own bodies could not take it too long without contact being made. I could feel her breath on me, and I was quite sure she could feel mine. My eyes crept from where her white disappeared into the black of my clothing up until the pins in her white blonde hair. Her scent rang through my senses, as my eyes remained enthralled with her deep blue pools of vision. My hand traced her fingertips through her embroidered gloves, and my other hand held tighter every time another man would brush passed her.

I found myself being incredibly possessive over her; I sometimes felt as though she were made of crystal, and that if someone came near her they might break her, or take her away from me. My thoughts suddenly went drifting over to our last love making session. Her skin on mine, not covered by our clothing and sheets, nothing between us but thin breakable air. My lips were suddenly trailing along her neck; I realized this when she suddenly pushed her hand against me in warning. I wondered why she would be so conscience about this, if all the people here were tedious muggles who donated money. They didn’t cross our circles, they remained in the muggle world, and they came in barely any contact with us. Why would she be afraid?

Suddenly all questions were answered.

“Narcissa Malfoy?” A shrill voice cold as ice called from behind me. Narcissa suddenly stopped and let go of me completely.

“Madam Olenska,” Narcissa said hesitantly, “How nice to see you. I want you to meet my partner, Professor Severus Snape,” I would have died, but Narcissa moving away from me, Madam Olenska was finally revealed. I had heard about her, but never met or seen her in person. A tall woman, dressed in black, her gaunt cold face staring back at me. I could see in her cold soulless eyes, the look of calculation and repression shining brightly.

“Aah, I have heard interesting things about you…” she trailed off, finally showing me the pointed teeth, which she, a vampire possessed. I wondered what she had told half the muggles in this room, perhaps that they’re just naturally pointy and resemble fangs of a blood lusting beast?

“Have you? From exactly who?” I asked, becoming mildly interested.

She folded her arms, “I have anonymous sources, good sir. I do not mention their names.”

Looking back at her, I had the urge to rip her into pieces, something about her made me want to regurgitate. That powerful perfume, which could knock out half a room – no doubt her tactic to getting her victims. The foul stench that crept from between her blood red lips, no doubt she had a victim recently, her fangs looked a brown yellow, almost stained permanently. By the looks of it, she never went to a dentist, possibly because he’d discover her little secret.

Without another word, (she could tell my eyes observed her closely), she swept away like a bat, presumably half of Hogwarts believed I was an overgrown bat. Nonetheless, the idea of shattering their little dull hearts filled my veins with power and strength. It was lonely too. But I didn’t care….

Narcissa’s gentle voice distracted my thoughts, “Severus, what are you doing?”

Looking towards her, I saw that my fingertips were massaging my temples. I could almost see myself in the glassy reflection of her eyes, the look of worry crept onto my face. I had unmasked.

“What?” I asked, “Oh… right.”

I saw that my mask had fallen, and so I picked it up and slipped it back on, fixing it once again as it fell to the side.


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Arms were flailing about, grabbing and trying to hook onto a body part – any body part would do… any. Lips searching wildly around for the soft caress of another’s lips, gentle and husky moans issued from between the lovers lips. Legs wrapping and entwining around hips, stockings tearing from their garters, shoes falling, hot tongues searching for bare flesh, fingers taunting, fingers pinching, hair coming undone, clothing being ripped…

There was a splash of water in the corridor pool…


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There I was, swimming as nude as the day I was born, with my friends wife, by my side, hands encircling me. Her touch was unimaginable; the perfection in her kisses was tantalizing. Her hands clawed at my back as I pulled her up against the side of the pool. A moan issued from between her lips, as mine came down upon her breast. I lifted her grace and beauty onto my hips, one leg and then the other, encircled me in a ring of lust, “Severus, oh yes, oh yes…” came her voice, as it echoed around the room hauntingly.

I chuckled as I let myself enter her, once, in a burning thrust, that marked my own wanting of her. I heard the footsteps in my mind, as though, I could see her, with others, with children, with me, it was now apparent to me, that I felt something more than desire towards her. Just like my father had always said, ““Don’t pretend that you cannot see it, when you hear the footsteps of your young in her heartbeat…””

Don’t pretend you cannot see it…

Don’t pretend you cannot see it…

The footsteps of your young in her heartbeat…

The words rang out to me as though someone were calling me in a dream, but I myself would know that my father was far from anyone, which I would want to see in my dreams. I savoured the moment with her encircling me; my eyes had closed, as I, within her, was complete.

I only came back down to earth when I felt her gentle hands tugging at my wet shoulder, her voice echoing for me to let go, something was wrong, and my mind began to race – I could not see…

“What in Camilla’s name is going on here!” an echoing cruel voice rang through my ears.

I wanted to forget where I was, the clawing at my shoulders, drew blood. Only as I felt the chillingly warm liquid run down my shoulders, I knew that for some reason, something bad was going to happen. Looking up into Narcissa’s teary eyes, I sensed, and my own eyes gleamed with fear. Her bottom lip quivered, the tears ran down her cheeks, and fell to me, as she slid further down into the watery depths. I saw to my horror, the black dress, at the side of the pool, flowing, and billowing in a sinister fashion.

“My word…” came the cold voice again, I felt Narcissa’s soft hair, brush against my sensitive flesh as she drowned herself in the waters, and a soft moan escaped my lips.

I found no words to answer, things came to mind, but my tongue would not let the words roll freely. I stared up into the cold dark eyes of the Vamperess before me. I challenged her, I said the words through my mind to her, and I knew she could read what I was thinking.

One word…

One word to anyone…

One word to anyone and I’ll make sure…

That you no longer exist…

She continued to watch me, with half mocking eyes, her upper lip curled, and she turned on her heel at once. But something told me, that a huge mistake had been made today. That someone was going to be very hurt, that someone would suffer unimaginable pain because of us being caught… especially when I was buried within the one woman, who no one but her husband could have.

“Severus… I’m afraid.”

To Be Continued…