Saving your life

Sitting on the bed, he heard footsteps approaching, and then stopping on the hallway for a few seconds. He lifted his wand and pointed it at the door, just as he heard the tingle of a key and saw the knob turn.

The door opened slowly and she stepped in, closing it behind her. The only light in the room came from a single candle on a small desk and he gave her a few moments so her eyes could adjust.

“You hadn’t told me you’d come,” she said, leaning on the door

“Last minute decision,” he simply said, and it was true. He had spent all afternoon in his house, trying to get some research done, but found he could think of nothing other than her. When she’d used the parchment to tell him whom she’d be meeting and where he simply decided to be there too, thinking it could come in handy if she had trouble convincing Kingsley to help them, but knowing full well he’d only show himself to the man if there was absolutely no other possibility. That way, he’d also know the Auror’s answer right away and decide what to do next accordingly.

That was the reason he was there, not because he wanted to see her; of course not.

“I’m glad you did, I was rather nervous,” she smiled shyly.

“What did he say, will he help?” he asked, going straight to the point

“Yes, but I’m not sure for how long. He does want to know who you are.”

“What did you tell him?”

“Well, mostly I said that we needed…”

Then he wasn’t listening anymore. His gaze was fixed on her lips, but instead of hearing what she said he just kept thinking about what those lips could do, about how much he wanted to touch them with his own, to kiss them until they were red and swollen, and she was breathing heavily.

He looked into her eyes and noticed she wasn’t looking back at him but somewhere slightly to his left, one of her hands absentmindedly playing with her hair. His eyes travelled back down and he couldn’t help wondering what she wore under the cloak.

‘Control yourself,’ he scolded himself mentally. He was a grown man, and it was time he started acting like one, especially around her.

“… used, and he said they usually took them with portkeys, but he could arrange it so that they’d use broomsticks.”

“That should make them more vulnerable,” he said

“That’s what I thought, but it’ll still be hard to make it look real.”

“I’ll be leading the attack; I can take care of that.”

“We still have to decide where…”

He was gone again, he couldn’t help it. He knew he should be listening, knew it was important, but the second she moved her hand down and her fingers started tracing her neck he was lost. He couldn’t take his eyes off her throat, mesmerized by the soft, white skin her fingers were caressing, willing to give up anything to take its place that very moment. He knew how sensitive she was, remembered how she reacted when it was his tongue playing there.
His body was aching for her again, and he grunted at the memory of that very morning, when they had been interrupted.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to clear his mind.

“Professor, are you alright?”

“Yes, what were you saying?”

“I was saying he will decide the route they will take and then contact me tomorrow morning to let me know.”

“Then you’ll have to tell me everything he says as soon as possible. I will have to inform the Dark Lord and make the necessary arrangements.”

“Of course. Well, is there anything else you need?” she asked, her weight shifting from one foot to the other nervously.

“No, I can take care of the rest”

“I should probably go then, it’s getting late,” she said, but didn’t move

“You’re right,” he agreed, eyes locked on hers.

She finally turned around and reached for the doorknob, but it was as if she was moving in slow motion.

‘Stay. Don’t move. Just let her go. She has to go and you have things to do, just stay put and watch her leave. It’s the right thing to do and you know it,’ he told himself, but as he made up his mind his body started moving on its own, and before he knew it he was standing behind her, his hand resting on hers and keeping the door closed.

The sweet smell of her hair made his mind blur and he knew there was no turning back. With his hands on her hips, he turned her around, and then he slowly tilted his head and moved closer, his lips finally touching the side of her neck. He felt her body arch closer, a soft moan escaping her lips.

A hand against his chest pushed him back as her fingers fumbled with the buttons of his cloak, and soon it was lying around him on the floor. He stopped moving and watched her as she took his shirt off, biting her lower lip and smiling slightly as she did, her hands caressing all the skin they could reach.

As she started with his trousers, he pushed her hands away, and then opened her cloak, finally getting to see what she wore underneath it. He moved his hands to her waist and then pulled up the top she was wearing and let it fall over the discarded robes. His lips travelled down her neck, almost reaching her breasts before he felt her tangle her fingers in his hair and pull his head up to her lips.

They kissed again. This time it was full of passion, desire, his hands on her hair, her arms around his waist, their lips and tongues the only thing moving. He took a step closer, trapping her body with his, grinding his hips against hers, moaning into the kiss and pulling her even closer.

His hands slowly made their way down her hips, caressing them slowly. As his fingers reached her inner thighs, he heard her chuckle lightly as she broke the kiss, their lips almost touching as she whispered, “That tickles.”

“Good,” he whispered back, and continued caressing until she finally pushed him away. “Stop that,” she laughed, and with a slight groan, he did as told, his fingers now making their way upwards. Snaking under her skirt, he reached her knickers and stroked her through the fabric. He smiled to himself when he felt her moan, close her eyes and push her hips against his hand. He parted the material and touched her skin, his fingers soon slipping inside of her.

“Yes,” he heard her breath as she lifted one leg and wrapped it around his waist, her mouth reaching for his again, nibbling his lower lip. Soon she was moaning uncontrollably, tilting her head back as he kissed her neck and asking him to move faster.
She bit his lip as she came, her arms around his shoulders, pulling him ever closer, and she was still panting when she lowered her hands and unbuckled his belt, pulled down the zip and reached inside his trousers, making him moan this time.

After just a few seconds he grasped her hand and pulled it away, pushing both her arms over her head and pinning them there with one hand. He pushed her body hard against the door with his own and waited a few seconds, watching her pant and struggle for more contact.

He entered her in one thrust, the only sound in the room that of skin against skin, their lips barely touching as he moved, fast, hard. She wrapped both legs around his hips, urging him to go deeper, and as he changed the angle and hit the right spot, he heard her groan in pleasure. Her muscles soon clamped around him, and she screamed in ecstasy again as his tongue circled one of her nipples. His thrusts became almost frantic as he came too, his lips back on hers, silencing their moans.

They only took a few minutes to calm down and then he was reaching for his clothes, quickly getting dressed as she did the same.

“You should go, it’s getting late and they’ll worry.”

“Right,” she simply said, not looking at him.

“About your friends, will they be a problem?”

“No, they won’t do anything like that again.”

“You have to be more careful, if they saw me…”

“I know,” she interrupted “They won’t.” She didn’t say anything else as she turned around to leave the room.

“There’s something else I need to ask,” he whispered

“What?” she asked, turning her head slightly, her hand still on the doorknob

“When they decide who will fly with the Death Eaters the day we’ll attack, make sure you’re not among them.”

“What?” she asked, not fully understanding why he was saying it

“It could be dangerous, just stay away from it.”

“I’ll try,” she answered coldly, and with that she left, but he could have sworn he saw a small smile form on her lips.

He covered his face with the hood again and waited a few minutes before walking down the stairs.

He had only taken a couple of steps into Muggle London when he felt someone watching. He stood still for a moment, his eyes searching the darkness, and then he saw the figure hiding behind a tree. A door open somewhere near and the light from the house let him take a better look at the black man standing there, a golden earring gleaming against his skin.

A group walked out the door and as they closed it darkness surrounded him again. They started walking down the street towards were he was standing so he couldn’t just Apparate there. Without taking another second to think he turned around and walked back inside the Leaky Cauldron towards the other door, the one leading to Diagon Alley. He could hear hurried steps behind him and knew Kingsley was following him. He reached inside his robe and wrapped his fingers around his wand just in case, as he finally walked out the door. “Stop,” he heard the man say close behind him, but he Apparated away the next second.

He entered his house and set extra wards on the door. He was sure the Kingsley hadn’t seen his face, but he wasn’t about to take chances.

He had been distracted, had made a mistake. He had always been careful, but lately…

There wasn’t much he could do about the situation and he knew it. Once they followed his plan and arrested more Death Eaters they would probably trust him, but not until then. He should’ve known the man would try to follow him, to see who he was. He should’ve been more careful. It wouldn’t happen again.

Now he knew Kingsley would help he had to make sure everything was ready, there would be no room for mistakes. Unlike the last time, now he had to take two Death Eaters back to his Lord. They would have to fight the Aurors guarding them, but he had to make sure none of them were hurt or they wouldn’t help him again.

He only slept a few hours that night, his mind going through every part of the plan again and again.
As morning came he finally got up and took a long shower, knowing there wasn’t much he could do until she wrote again with the rest of the information. It was almost noon when he felt the parchment warm up and read her message. He put on his robe and quickly Apparated by headquarters.

Before he knew it he was already entering his Master’s studio, having no idea how he’d gotten there, so distracted in his own thoughts it felt like his feet had made the whole journey on their own.

“Severus, what brings you here?” Voldemort said without looking up, as usual.

“I have some information you might want to hear.”

“So you have talked to the witch.”

“Yes, Sir, and she had news about their prisoners. She couldn’t find out where they’re being kept, but she did hear something that could help us.”

“And what would that be?”

“Two of them will be transported somewhere else for interrogation. She doesn’t know where they’re keeping them or where they’ll be taken, but managed to hear they’d be using broomsticks and will fly over Hyde Park.”

“And when will they do it?”

“Tomorrow, before sunrise.”

“Good”

“I will make the necessary arrangements, Sir,” he said, bowing

“No, Severus, you will not--not after what happened the last time. I will have someone else take care of that.”

“Someone else?”

“Yes, Rodolphus will do it.”

“Lestrange?” he asked

“Is there a problem, Severus?”

“Of course not, Master. If there’s anything else you need.”

“Just make sure he has all the information he needs.”

“Yes, Master,” he said, bowing again as he left the room

He made his way to the library and sat near the only window, away from the other Death eaters. He opened a book and placed the parchment inside, so that he could hide it if anyone walked by. He didn’t have much time.

‘We have a problem. Keep the parchment at hand and I will write again when I have more details,’ he wrote and then hastily put it away as he saw Rodolphus Lestrange walk through the door. He got up and walked towards him.

“Snape, I believe we have a few things to discuss,” he said.

Severus just nodded and walked back out of the library, trying to find a quiet room, Lestrange following him closely.