The Shattering of Souls

well, lookie what we have here. it\'s a disclaimer. now, i don\'t want you all going and getting your hopes up. it only means i\'ve gotten my arse in gear and decided that i could be bothered to type this out. just so that you know that i do not own several of the characters here. you know who they are. you also know that they belong to one j.k. rowling, and i wouldn\'t dare, wouldn\'t presume to steal them from her. and no, my fingers are not crossed. the ones i do own spring from my own imagination, and i\'m not making money off any of them. mine or hers.... bloody hell, why do i bother?

as always... my raunch, smut, and nasties warning goes here. and, for those of you who have been terribly patient and anxiously awaiting this, here is the chapter you\'ve been waiting for. the introduction of snape smut! all hail snape smut! and so, the story should pick up from here. but this is just to let you know that you should proceed with caution.

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Chapter Fifteen: Games People Play
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\'Brooding again are we, Albus?\' the voice startled the Headmaster from the dark thoughts that currently occupied his mind. Constantly occupied his mind. Those blue eyes, eyes that used to twinkle with mischief, looked up at his hearth with deep sadness. The sneering face of Lucius Malfoy floated in the green flames. Mocking laughter filled the air for several long seconds, then subsided. \'Where is the ever upbeat old man that let nothing and no one stand in his way? Has he disappeared completely?\'

\'What do you want, Lucius?\' the Headmaster asked on a sigh.

\' I grow tired of waiting,\' the blonde stated without preamble.

\'And I\'ve told you, Lucius, that I do not know where either Harry Potter or Bri Wallace are,\' the elderly Wizard replied softly.

\'Do not think to lie to me,\' Lucius retorted. \' I know better than that. You are ever pulling tricks from the sleeves of those billowing robes you wear. What have you done with them?\'

\' I have no clue where they are,\' Albus shrugged with a great deal more casualness than he felt.

\' I grow tired of your constant stalling, Dumbledore. I want you to produce those two now. I know that you are responsible for their disappearance,\' Malfoy\'s tone held a great deal of confidence in it. Albus blinked, grateful that he had learned a blank expression at the hands of Severus. The man was the absolute best in the world at hiding his emotions and feeling behind such an impassive face.

\' And what makes you so sure of that, Lucius?\' he asked, reaching for a tin of lemon drops. He extracted two, popping them into his mouth easily. A flick of his hand saw his tea cup refreshed.

\' I\'m sure that Madam Pomfrey, excellent Medi Witch that she is, found the Dark Mark carved into the chit\'s back. And I\'m sure she did her very best to heal it. What she most likely didn\'t do was check to see if the symbols were bespelled or enchanted,\' Lucius explained with supreme smugness, his gaze staying locked to Albus\' face. \'The marking was charmed with a tracking spell. I have more than once tried to find that beacon. I cannot do so. Which means that the girl is not in our world any longer.\'

\'Are you sure that the girl is still alive? Knowing you as I do, Lucius, I can well imagine what kind of horrors the girl was made to suffer at your hands. How can you be sure she survived such tender care as yours?\' Albus asked softly, noting that there was nothing to be read in Malfoy\'s face that might even lean toward remorse or sorrow.

\'The spell that allows me to track the girl would also alert me should her health decline so far that she died. You cannot think that I would be so obtuse as to forget something like that. Come now, Headmaster. Hogwart\'s professors taught their students better than that,\' he laughed as he spoke. Albus nodded slightly, expecting no less from one of Slytherin House\'s best.

\'This is true, Lucius. And you were ever the smart one. Since you believe yourself to be so clever, I shall have to let you puzzle this one out. I truly have no idea where Harry or Bri could be. I have not seen them in some time,\' Albus spread his hands in a helpless gesture.

\'Very well, Dumbledore. If this is how you wish to play the game,\' Lucius sneered. \'Expect and owl within the hour. And I feel it only fair to warn you. This one will be bearing a gift of some.... distaste. I do hope you haven\'t eaten in the last hour or so. I should hate for you to be sick all over those nice robes of yours. Good day, Headmaster,\' Lucius said, not a trace of emotion in his voice. \'And expect the gifts to keep coming until you return Potter and Wallace to me.\'

The green flames died down, leaving the Headmaster alone in his office. Alone with his thoughts. He heaved a sigh and returned to his last undertaking. Brooding in silence. He did it with great frequency these days. In fact, he rarely left his offices anymore. The only functions that warranted that kind of honor were the meals. And these only because he felt he had to keep an appearance up with the staff and students. Otherwise, he stayed locked behind his office door, trying to come up with some way to get himself out of the mess he now found himself in.

He had been so arrogant in thinking that he could hide both Harry and Bri from the renegade Death Eaters. In his arrogance, he had forgotten just how ruthless and cold hearted Lucius really was. He\'d thought that Narcissa\'s untimely death might have mellowed the man some. If anything, it had only served to drive him closer to the brink of madness. His hand in the death of his only child was proof of that. The last straw for Lucius had been Tom Riddle\'s death. Albus was afraid that only death would stop Lucius from finishing that which he had started.

Heaving a sigh, he buried his head in his hands. He knew that Malfoy was getting desperate. The man wouldn\'t have contacted him for any length of time when the entire Wizarding World was searching for him. But then Lucius knew that Albus\' fire place would not be tapped into. The elder Malfoy was blessed with the knowledge that the Headmaster liked to have privacy when he received a floo call. But still, to be so bold as to floo him in his offices and talk to him at length as if he wasn\'t being hunted. The man was desperate indeed.

It was not quite an hour later that there was a tapping at one of the high windows of his office. Looking up, he spied a plain brown owl perched on the window sill. Carelessly waving his hand, he magicked the window open. The bird flew in, circling twice before deigning to land on the desk near Dumbledore\'s elbow. It held out it\'s leg, glaring crossly at the man as if he were not moving fast enough. It was a matter of a few moment\'s work to pull the tie that held the parchment in place. The small scroll tumbled to the desk, and before the Headmaster could offer it something for it\'s trouble, the owl was already out the window.

A small box was tied to the parchment scroll. Albus pulled it free and set it to the side, then slowly unrolled the scroll. It was once again written in Lucius\' elegant script. His words flowed across the page like a river of hate. There were only a handful of words on the scrap of paper, but the boiling anger was there all the same.

\"Dumbledore,

Until you hand Potter and Wallace over to me, I will continue to send you these lovely gifts. Enlarge and open the box.

L\"

Albus sighed as he tapped his wand on the edge of the small box. It immediately grew to it\'s normal size, stopping when it was big enough to hold a loaf of bread within it. Slowly, he lifted the lid off to look inside. His stomach lurched at the contents, even as the smell hit him like a charging dragon. He couldn\'t be sure precisely what it was he was looking at. Only that it was decayed and the stink that came off it was worse than anything nasty he had thus far been unfortunate enough to smell.

He wanted to put the lid back on and shrink it once more, pretend it hadn\'t arrived. That would be wrong, though. And an injustice to this thing. The more he stared, the more he wished he\'d never seen it, as it was beginning to take shape and become something he recognized. He could now see the lines of a child\'s fingers as they curled tightly about the larger hand of an adult.Part of each forearm was there. It looked as if, by the way the skin was slowly being eaten away, this travesty had been done quite some time ago. As if Lucius knew what Dumbledore would do and say.

Albus replaced the lid gently. Silently. His stomach was now roiling in protest. Carefully shrinking the box and placing a very strong locking spell on it, he slipped it into a drawer and moved toward the roaring fire in the hearth. He clasped his hands behind his back, staring without seeing into the flame. He heaved a heavy sigh and wonderer where he could have gone so wrong. As a student, Lucius had always been a bright student. He\'d been popular amongst his House and he had been devilishly handsome. The girls, no matter what House they\'d resided in, had all been enamored of him. He\'d had a bright future. And then Tom Riddle had happened.

Like so many of the Slytherins of that time, including Severus, Lucius had sought out the power that Voldemort had promised him. The darkness had claimed many bright young souls, and now everyone was paying the price for such folly. Now, Lucius Malfoy was a cold, embittered man who was rapidly slipping into the deep morass of madness. There would be no return from that dark place, either. Albus felt he had failed so many of his students. And now, he would be failing the one student he had sworn not to.

He was failing Harry Potter, the boy who had done too much.

Standing with his back to the door, lost in his misery, he did not see or hear the door as it swung wide open. He didn\'t know that Minerva stood in the doorway, watching him. She had noted that for some time, her old friend had been sliding away in a wash of guilt, and she was uncertain how to help pull him free. She knew that Albus lay all the blame for everything that had happened on his shoulders alone. He felt he was entirely responsible for the atrocities that had befallen those closest to him at Voldemort\'s hand. Stupid old goat.

Stepping in, pushing the door closed behind her, her nose wrinkled in distaste at the foul odor permeating the air. She had never smelled such a thing in all her life. It seemed stronger nearer the desk as she moved that way, and she spied the small box on the surface. \' Is that another gift from Malfoy?\' she asked softly, her hand hovering over top of it.

\' It is, and I will thank you not to touch it, Minerva. I will deal with it all in my own time,\' he replied, his voice sounding old and worn.

\'By turning over both Potter and Wallace, I expect?\' she asked, and he could hear the anger boiling up into her words once again. He turned to face her, unable to hide the deep sadness that welled up into his eyes. Unable to hide the tears that flowed down his cheeks like mad trickles of rain water after a flood running for the nearest lake or ocean.

\' I do not wish to do so. But I have no choice, Minerva. Lucius Malfoy is not going to stop until he gets what he wants. I cannot find some other method to stall him and give both Harry and Bri the time they need to fully prepare for this battle. It will be harder for them both than Voldemort ever was. Each of them for the same, yet very different, reason,\' he sighed as he moved to settle into a chair near the low flames.

\'Albus, I know that this has been hard on you. It\'s been hard on us all. And I know you\'re tired. But to just give in now. After all that\'s been accomplished. Surely it\'s madness,\' she moved to kneel before him. Her hands clasped his own, gripping them tightly to offer him her support. He queezed back, smiling down at her.

\'The entire episode, from start to finish, has been madness. But there\'s no help for that now. I will have to tell Lucius that Harry and Bri reside once more in the Swiss Alps. I\'m sure he can find them without any further help,\' the Headmaster said in a tone rich with sadness. And something else. Minerva was surprised to see a bit of the old twinkle return to her friend\'s eyes. She heard the faintest of sounds behind her and lifted a questioning brow toward Dumbledore.

He gave the most imperceptive of nods. She held back the huge sigh of relief she wanted to expel and kept her gaze leveled on him. \'You cannot mean to let them go to their deaths, Albus. It\'s not right,\' she argued with the same amount of conviction in her voice.

\' I have no choice,\' Albus reiterated strongly. The argument raged for several more moments, until she noted that Dumbledore\'s eyes were fixed thoughtfully on the door to his office, cracked open just the slightest. Enough for someone to look through with a single eye while they listened in on a private conversation.

\'Albus?\' she asked the entire question using just his name. He nodded in repsonse, a slow smile curling the corners of his mouth up. She stood and straightened her robes and gown, dusting the wrinkles from them with her hands. She knew that look well. The old goat was planning something.

\'The game is afoot,\' he said softly, his hands steepled before him as he slipped into thought. A mischievous smile played at his lips. Minerva wondered what he was up to this time.

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The hand came at her from out of the darkness. It was pale, aristocratic and manicured. She knew that hand. She backed away in fear, but still the extended extremity came at her. The fingers brushed her cheek, smearing the wet trails her tears had made across the soft flesh before tangling in the long, snarled locks of hair upon her head. The long digits twined in her tresses, pulling tight. Her head snapped back as he tugged, stretching her neck at a painful angle. A whimper slid up her throat. Wild, maniacal laughter sounded in the surrounding dark.

His face appeared before her, the smug, knowing smile he wore when he got his way lifting his lips. She wanted to scream, but the sound stayed locked within her throat. His lips locked over hers, swallowing any sound she might have tried to make as his tongue shoved deep into her open mouth to explore and choke her. His body was suddenly pressed tightly to hers. She could feel his need of her, his erection prodding her belly as if it had a mind of it\'s own.

Hands plucked and pulled at her exposed flesh, telling her she was naked. The faint rustle of fabric broke the silence. *She* was there. Her fingers pried clenched muscles apart, spreading her thighs wide. A hand wedged itself into her body, pulling at her dry lips so painfully that her legs buckled. Had his hands not been there to hold her up, she would have fallen to the floor. A second hand drove down into the crack of her bum, using two fingers to scissor into her puckered hole and open it. \'Take her Lucius. She\'s ready for you. Can\'t you see how she wants you?\' the crazy woman\'s voice whispered by her ear.

The fingers in her bottom drove deep as the hand between her thighs slid free. Instead, she felt the blunt head of his cock press into her. The pain drove into her brain, and she felt herself spiralling away, going to that place. She could not let that happen, could not let it continue. \'No!\' her angry cry shattered her fear and immobility. It drove away the darkness as a light of pale blue suddenly enveloped her. It spread around her in waves, washing everything with it\'s brilliance.

When she could see, Lucius Malfoy and the woman were standing before her, the darkness at their backs. They were both glaring at her. He was naked, his erection straining toward her as if it were trying to reach her. The crazy woman was clothed, her eyes glittering madly as her skirts shifted about her feet. Rats scurried to and fro beneath them. The laughter started. She threw her hands up over her ears, watching as the darkness and the two who brought it crowded toward her. She could feel the fear rising up once again.

She stumbled back one more step, stopping when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She couldn\'t hold back the yelp that rose to her lips. She was pulled back until she rested against something solid, her back to a rock hard front. The smell of mingled spices and other things, trees and pine sap, warm brandy and old leather assaulted her nose as the same moment lips pressed a kiss to her shoulder. \'Don\'t fear the darkness, pet,\' he whispered into her ear.

\'Come on, Severus. Play the game with us,\' Lucius insisted.

\' I don\'t share my conquests, Lucius,\' the voice slithered over her body like cool silk. She trembled at the sound.

\' I\'ve already marked her as mine,\' Lucius returned.

\'But she\'s given herself to me. Haven\'t you, pet?\' he asked her quietly.

\'Yes, Severus,\' she nodded, taking comfort when his strong arms slipped about her. He held her against him and she could feel that he, too, was in need of her. She didn\'t know if she should be frightened of him or not. She did not stop him when one hand lifted to cup her breast. It felt as if the round globe was made to fit his hand alone. His fingers spread wide over it, squeezing and kneading softly. She stifled the moan and tried very hard not to give in and close her eyes.

\'Go away, Lucius,\' he said softly, his mouth nuzzling her ear. \'Bri is mine, and I do not share. Leave us so that I may show her how a man should treat a woman.\' Before she could do or say anything else, she found herself facing Severus. He gazed into her eyes deeply as his hands roamed from her shoulders to her hips and back up. She shivered under the touch. A faint half smile lifted one corner of his lips, then they were covering her own. Her eyes slipped shut, her mind focusing on him and him alone.

Somewhere in the back ground, vaguely, she heard the woman screaming in anger. She couldn\'t make out the words. Anything she was actually saying was being drowned out by Lucius Malfoy. He was swearing that he would get her and he would kill her. That he would use her first and make her wish she\'d never been born. She didn\'t care what he said. She was in Severus\' arms, and that was all that mattered at the moment.

His mouth moved over hers, his tongue plundering the open recesses with skillful, patient mastery. She melted into him, knowing that somehow this was right. Somehow, she was supposed to be in Severus\' strong arms. Her hands climbed his shoulders, creeping behind his neck to pull his head closer to hers. His own hands, gifted with long and nimble fingers, moved to her bottom. He pulled her closer, his hands curling about the rounded globes of her bum. She moaned low in her throat, feeling the desire pool between her thighs. She was hot and she was wet. For him.

Her back was suddenly pressed against a wall. His hands were at her shoulders while hers were wrapped in his hair. The inky darkness of those silken locks twined with her pale fingers, sending a shaft of need into her belly as sharply as the plunge of any knife. She couldn\'t be sure, but she thought she might have whimpered. His cock, hard and heavy even through the layers of his clothes, pressed into the soft flesh of her stomach.

He lifted his head from hers to gaze down at her. A smile lifted his lips, then she felt the press of his knee between her thighs. It nudged her legs further apart, the coarse weave of his trousers tickling and tantalizing as it moved ever upward. Her hands slipped from his hair to grasp at his shoulders. A soft cry, part gasp and part moan, spilled from her lips when his knee touched to the swollen folds of her nether lips.

\' I want you to come for me,\' his dark voice whispered over her skin like silk, the sexual undertones sending a shudder through her body. She found herself moving against that knee, rubbing her excited clit on the rough material. She didn\'t care that she smeared her own juices all over his ever immaculate clothing. She only cared that she was reaching a blinding peak that was his doing. He stepped closer to her, sliding his knee lower so that she rode the hard muscles in his thigh.

Her hips moved faster, her breath panting from her body rapidly as she felt herself winding tight. She could feel herself nearing some sort of edge and she found that she wanted to throw herself over it and damn the consequences. His hands moved from her shoulders to her breasts, his fingers once more manipulating the tightened peak on each one. She groaned, the pleasurable feelings brought on by his well experienced hands going directly to that part of her that made her feel as if she were about to fly apart.

\' I want you to come for me,\' he whispered again. The words coursed down over her sweat slicked skin to her very center. She was moving against his leg so rapidly that she knew she would ache come from it later. She didn\'t care. His words had made her body pulse with need, her skin and clit swell as the desire to give in and do as he commanded. A few sharp thrusts of her hips saw her tipping headlong over the dark precipice. Then she was consumed by a blinding light and her body shattered in his arms.

~*~

Severus smiled into the darkness as he felt Bri\'s body shudder against his. He\'d woken form his sleep some time ago, his senses alerting him to the fact that there was something wrong. He had found Bri laying near the edge of the bed. She\'d been shaking like a leaf and whimpering in her sleep. A nightmare that he didn\'t need Legilmency to see was about Malfoy. He\'d lain there a moment or two, wondering if he should interfere, before he\'d reached for her and pulled her to him. She\'d calmed immediately, settling into his arms as if she\'d always belonged there.

He\'d whispered in her ear, his hands seeking out her curves while his mouth had pressed a kiss of reassurance to her moist flesh. She\'d melted into him, allowed him to touch her. He knew that she was living this episode in her dream, didn\'t know that what she felt in her sleep induced vision was what was actually happening to her. Had she known, he was certain she wouldn\'t have allowed him to continue. She had let him slip his leg between hers, situating it against her aroused feminine flesh.

And he\'d loved watching her work herself to orgasm against his leg. She\'d smeared her wetness along his muscled thigh, little panting mewls escaping her mouth. He\'d whispered to her, encouraged her to continue and seek fulfillment. She had done so admirably, until she\'d brought herself to orgasm. She had tensed against him a moment, then a hoarse cry had left her throat. She\'d been reduced to a quivering mass of sweaty, wanton flesh in his arms. Even now, he was still smiling at this minor success in his plans.

\'Severus?\' her voice came out as soft and ragged as it had when she\'d released her most intimate scents and fluids against his thigh. He pulled her a little closer to him, then reached for his wand with one hand.

\'Lumos,\' he said into the quietness of the room. His wand glowed to life gently, casting soft light over them and the bed. She was looking up at him with wide eyes, her lower lip caught between her teeth. He offered her a smile, then motioned toward a candle. One flared to life, followed by several others. He shook his wand and the glow went out, leaving them in a circle of pale candle light. \'What is it, Bri?\'

\' It wasn\'t all a dream, was it?\' she asked, her voice soft. He shook his head, shifting his thigh away from her. His hand caught hers, bringing it down to feel the stickiness that was drying on his flesh. She only just blushed, but she kept her eyes locked to his. \' I know that you\'ve been.... patient with me. I also know that you want me. And while that thought is very scary to me, it feels so very right.\'

\'How do you mean, Bri?\' his hand reached out to gently stroke some of the sweat dampened tendrils away from her face. She closed her eyes, allowing him to do such a small thing. Such an intimate thing.

\' I\'ve been thinking about this for a few days now. I\'m not sure that I\'m completely ready for this. But I know that I want it. Which I find very frightening. I can still recall everything he did to me,\' she shuddered as she said it, then wormed her way closer to him. She buried her face in his chest, now afraid to look at him.

\'Are you speaking of the sexual side of our growing relationship?\' he asked her softy. She nodded, and it was all he could do not to crow out his satisfaction. His plan was coming along nicely. Soon enough, Bri Wallace would be trapped by her love. She would admit it to him and he would wait until she regained her memory. And he will have won.

\' It felt so.... good, so right in my dream. And I find that I want to do... that, with you,\' she lifted her head to look at him. He could see that her eyes were wide, huge in the semi-darkened room. The small specks of silver seemed more intense. Brighter, if that were possible. He still swore it was like looking into the night sky.

\'You want to do what?\' he asked. He wanted to hear her say it. Something that he could use against her later. He wanted an admission.

\' I want you to...\' her voice trailed off, and he wondered if she\'d lost her nerve. Finally, she looked up at him, her eyes staring straight into his. \' I want you to make love to me.\'

The slow smile that spread his lips was more than just a smile. He was glad she couldn\'t read it for what it was, otherwise she would be off the bed and running from him as fast as her legs could carry her. The smile that spread his lips was evil. The smile of a snake. An oily, greasy git of a snake who was that much closer to exacting his revenge upon the wicked little chit. He kept the anticipation from his voice and eyes as he spoke next. \'Are you sure?\'

\'Yes,\' she nodded.

\'Now?\' he lifted a brow. She merely nodded this time, her head moving in short, jerky motions as if she were not so sure as she lead him to be. He gave her that soft smile he\'d master entirely for her. The one that spoke of so much more than friendship, but was nothing more than a horrid lie. He knew that he needed to go slowly with this, or he would frighten her off. There would be time later to indulge in his darker fantasies. For now, he needed to prove to her that his intentions were honorable. That thought nearly had him laughing.

\'Please?\' she whispered. He reached up a hand running it through the tangled mass of her hair as he stared her in the eyes. She offered him a tenuous smile, then leaned forward to gently press her lips to his. He closed his eyes, his hand moving back to cup her skull. He drew her mouth to his allowing her to settle her lips on his. The pressure was light, his mouth slanted over hers and moving slowly.

He was encouraged when she moaned, bringing her body a little closer to his. He rolled them both until she lay on her back beneath him. His hands trailed over her sides, his fingetips barely skimming her flesh. He felt her shudder as his touch passed over her. He let his tongue line her lips, urging them open for him. She obliged, opening them wide. His tongue delved in, slipping against her own to probe the interior of the moist cavern. Her arms wrapped themselves up over his shoulders, pulling him to her.

Severus groaned when she pressed her swollen pussy to him. His cock, straining and aching with the need to use her and release himself into her plaint flesh, prodded her belly almost urgently. He\'d spent many nights sleeping along side of Bri Wallace, feeling her press to him in her sleep. Feeling her stir a desire in him that few people had managed. He was certain it went hand in hand with his need for revenge. But still, the intensity of it was growing steadily every day. He wanted her so badly, he knew he would have a hard time controlling himself.

His mouth left hers, slipping over the curve of her jaw to work it\'s way down her throat. His teeth nipped at the skin his lips lavished with attention, bringing her body thrumming to life. He could feel it in the way she pressed more urgently against him, in the tightened peaks of her breasts. He slid his leg between hers so that his thigh once more rested on her swollen lips. One of her legs lifted and wrapped about his waist while the other rubbed gently at his unoccupied leg.

She gasped when his mouth took control of a nipple, his teeth biting the tip before grating across it. His tongue rasped the peak occasionally, all three part striving toward turning her desire into a fire that coursed through her system without end. He wanted her to need him with such intensity that it made her chest ache when he wasn\'t in her sight. He wanted her panting for him. Like a bitch in heat.

He lifted himself up just the slightest, allowing his fingers to slip between her thighs. She arched against him when one of the long digits slid over her pussy lips, flicking at the exposed nub of her clit on occasion. She was dripping wet. Hot. For him. He loved it. His finger pressed into her, bringing her hips up off the bed once more. He shifted it, rocking it back and forth. She mewled her need for him. He could take her now, could drive the thick length of his cock into her. They\'d already ahd their foreplay. But he wanted her to beg him for his erection. Beg him to fill her. Beg him to fuck her. He wanted her mindless beneath him.

A second finger joined the first, driving into her welcoming warmth slowly. She was tight, even around just two of his digits. He moaned, knowing that she would fit him like a glove when he finally pushed his turgid shaft into her depths. She would clutch at him and squeeze him. He knew he would love every agonizing second of it. He joined the two fingers with a third, then settled his thumb over the pulsing bit of her clit. She moaned when the rough flesh grated over it, her hips arching into his hand.

Severus smiled at her, even though her eyes were closed. A fresh layer of sweat had broken out on her face, shining in the dim light of the candles. He moved his mouth to the other breast while his fingers continued their assault on her lower body. He curled his hand, his finger tips raking over one wall of her pussy harshly. He ground his thumb into her clit, waiting for the orgasm to start.

Bri\'s eyes went wide, her mouth opening to let out a sound that was part scream and part moan. Her hips jerked up into his hand roughly and he could feel her muscles go tight about his fingers. A loud cry left her lips at the same moment that her body went rigid. The muscled walls about his fingers clenched hard, trying to draw his hand deeper. Then they were rippling and she was practically convulsing as she screamed out her release. When she finally lay still and silent on the bed, he withdrew his hand. It was soaked with her essence. She was beyond ready for him.

He moved between her thighs, fitting his hips into the space there. He went up on his knees, his hands trailing liquid fire over her skin as his fingers raked over her already heightened flesh. She moaned softly, prying her eyes open to stare up at him. As he wanted her to. She would look him in the eyes when he took her, so that she knew that she was his. No matter what came, she would always belong to him. He would use his hands and mouth and cock to bind her to him this night. He would make her love and need him so desperately, she would not be able to function without him.

His hands ran down the length of her legs, fingers curling about her dainty ankles. He brought her legs up, pressing forward until his throbbing shaft was nestled against the swollen flesh that marked her entrance. She shuddered against him, her eyes looking into his. The desire was plain to read in them. She wanted him. And she wanted him now. He leaned forward, allowing her legs to slip down his arms. Her knees bent, hooking themselves on her elbows. \'Open yourself to me,\' he instructed gently. She whimpered softly, feeling herself grow even wetter. If such a thing were possible. She nodded, the motion meaning so many different things.

\'Please,\' her voice came out a choked whisper. He smiled at her as if to say patience, then reached for one of her hands. His fingers circled the wrist, lifting her hand in his. He brought it across her stomach, between her thighs and their almost touching flesh. He curled her fingers around his shaft in silent instruction. He shuddred when she grasped his length tighter for a moment, then hand and hips moved in conjunction. Her hips arched upward as her hand brought him forward, slipping the head of his erection ever so slightly into her aching pussy. When he did not move immediatly, she whimpered and shifted her hips against him. \'Please?\' she begged.

He said nothing, merely pressed forward until her hot, tight core took all of him into her. She moaned loudly, her back arching up to press her chest to his. He grunted when he was fully seated within her, the head of his cock resting against the very center of her womb. She was tight around him, the muscles clenching on him already. He was, in fact, nearly too big for her. But he didn\'t care. He was revelling in the feel of her body closed around him. He enjoyed hearing the whimpers from her throat, the hushed tones of her pleading.

He drew back, pulling from her inch by agonizing inch. Her hands, previously laying at her sides, moved up to curl about his arms. When he pushed back in, he thought she would cry. Her face was already showing signs of her impending orgasm, and he had barely gotten started. He rocked his hips slowly, setting a pace and rhythm that he knew she would not find fault with. The last thing he wanted or needed at the moment was for her to freeze up on him and demand he get off her this instant. He was afraid he was too far gone, and he didn\'t want to scare her with physical demands that he knew would remind her of her time spent with Lucius Malfoy.

Gritting his teeth, Severus slowly thrust in and out of Bri\'s wonderfully tight pussy. His cock twitched with such rich treasure to plunder. He no longer wondered why Malfoy was so desperate to have her. He\'d marked her as his for a reason. The woman was, either in passion or in fear, absolutely delicious. Severus was going to enjoy taking her from the blonde, making her his own. Then he was going to enjoy detroying her.

Bri panted, feeling him shift in and out of her body slowly. Carefully. Pleasantly. She wanted him to drive deep and hard and take her roughly. The thought scared her, made her think very briefly to the blonde in her dreams. He scared her out of her mind. She didn\'t want him near her. And yet, she found herself wishing that Severus would do just what she thought she didn\'t want. To take her in such a manner as to make her think of animals mating. She wanted so many things she couldn\'t put into words.

The angle he had her body in gave him deep access to her, allowed him to drive himself completely into her pusling center. She encouraged him silently, her hips arching up to meet his each time he thrust himself back into her. She felt as if he would split her in two, but she didn\'t care. Somehow, this felt right. Her and Severus wrapped in one another\'s arms. Locked in an intimate embrace. She found that she wanted him more than anything at the moment. Her dream had showed her that. And now that she had given in to her need, she was completely ensnared by him.

She liked the feel of his thick member inside her body. She liked how it moved in and out, stroking her to higher flames of what she was beginning to suspect was desire. She liked how he filled her fully, how he satisified her with just that alone. His hips were slow and sure, sliding his shaft in and out with a wonderfully erotic rhythm. He was driving her mad, building a pressure in her belly that she was sure would consume her when it exploded.

His head dipped, moving to take one nipple into his mouth. She moaned, her hands releasing his arms to curl over his skull. She moaned at the feel of teeth, lips and tongue on her nipple. That sensation combined with the feel of his cock slipping in and out of her with gradually increasing speed. Her toes were curled on the ends of her feet, her breath rasping out through her open mouth. It was heaven and hell in one fell swoop. She didn\'t know how she could stand it without spontaneously combusting from the wonderful fire he was building within her.

He lost track of time as his hips churned over hers, as he stroked into her with long, deep strokes. She was so tight about him, her muscles bearing down on him everytime she shifted her position. She panted for breath, all sorts of sounds bubbling up out of her throat. Their pants filled the silence of the room, migling with the sound of skin slapping skin. He lifted his head, switched to the other breast, the other nipple. She moaned loudly, her hips surging toward him as he bit down on the tight bud.

Her pussy was contracting around him, squeezing his length as he sped up his pace. He was thrusting faster now, still hard and deep, pushing her toward the edge once more. He lifted his head so he could watch her. She arched beneath him, throwing her head back as she struggled to draw breath into her lungs. He propped himself up on a hand, using it to support his weight. His free hand slipped between their slick bodies to find her clit and press it gently with a fingertip. The cry that filled the room was loud.

She went rigid once again, her muscles clamping down on his cock tightly, drawing him deeper into her body to hold him there. She rippled around him as she rode her orgasm, her mouth opened wide to gasp breath into her lungs. When the tightness on his shaft loosened the slightest bit, he drew back. Then slammed himself home. She practically screamed as he thrust himself into her, sending her headlong into another full blown orgasm.

Her hips met each of his, allowing him to drive himself into her deeply. His hips moved with sharp, quick thrusts. She dragged his head to hers, shoving her tongue into his mouth. She matched the thrusts of his cock with the thrusts of her tongue. She could feel him swelling within her. She knew it meant that he was getting ready to orgasm. Her hands curled into his hair, holding his mouth to hers. His hands found her hips, holding her to him as he thrust deep and stayed there. She felt his cock twitch, then he was pulling back for one more thrust.

A cry left her lips, mingling with his loud groan, as he exploded within her. She could feel his seed pulsing into her body, his hips making tiny after thrusts to milk himself completely dry. They collapsed together on the bed, panting and sweating. Gasping for breath. She lay within the confines of his arms as he settled onto his back on the bed, dragging her to him. They lay nestled together on the dampened sheets, silent and sated.

Bri felt as if she were floating, her body one giant nerve that seemed to be pulsing with awareness. She had been a little scared at the start of their encounter that she would freeze up or back out of it. But Severus had made her feel as if there were no one else in the world but the two of them. He\'d made her feel special and needed. Wanted. Cared about. She sighed with contentment, snuggling closer to him so that she could lay her head on his shoulder.

His arms held her close, and she could hear his heart pounding in his chest.He was still struggling to even out his breathing. Somehow, it was a soothing sound. She uttered a word and the candles went out, casting the room into complete darkness. He uttered a word and the covers floated up to cover them both. Her mind was in a flurry of activity, thoughts flowing across the surface of her brain like the water of a river along it\'s bed.

She didn\'t know how long she was occupied by her thoughts. She only knew that she felt it when his body surrendered to sleep. His breathing slowed, as did his heart. The silence that filled the room was broken only by the soft sounds of their gentle breaths. She moved her leg, bringing it up to lay across his knees. One thought came to her on the very edge of the cotton cloud of slumber. This was no case of hero worship, as Izzy had stated so vehemently. This was more. So much more.

\'Severus Snape,\' she sighed against his chest, her voice barely more than a whisper in the dark. \' I think I might love you.\'

The smile that stretched his lips lasted long into the night.

end chapter fifteen.
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