Hurt

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Hurt~~ chapter 2...Dream sleep

The crashing of his brandy glass to the floor jolted him from his fitful sleep, and an
immediate feeling of devistation washed him him. His grip had loosened on his liquor
as he unexpectedly had drifted off as the flames danced in the fireplace. Now his
dreams were gone, the only place for their love now. Every time he woke it was like
losing her all over again. Confusion, regret, and then the damnation of his own soul

The pain, the longing, the feelings he still bore, it tore him up inside. Like a master
beating his slave. Ripping at his flesh, at the pain that was continualy inflicted every
time he opened his eyes from sleep. Severus would be alone again, surrounded by nothing and no one. He could see himself growing older and colder as his life
progressed. He was starting to notice the lines of his face growing deeper, and
his forehead looked much more wrinkled when he scowled nowdays.

Over the many years he had tried several ways to keep her fresh within his memory.
Many had failed, but he relied heavily on one. After several attempts he had perfected
the reversal of the dreamless sleep draft. It now brought dreams, but a serious drawback was the chance you took. If your dream was good the feeling of ephoria stayed with you for many minutes after you woke, but if you had a nightmare you could be reduced to the fetal position outsheesheer terror of what your mind had let you seen within.

Severus could only sigh heavily, as he stared in to the fire that had burned
down almost to ashes.

\"Where are you my love?\" Speaking out loud, hearing his voice bounce off the cold
stone of his dungeon bedroom. Whispering to himself softly as he made his way toward
the four poster bed in the corner, \"How long must you make me suffer for my past sins?\"

After he was settled into bed he reached for tightightstand drawer and pulled
from it a small vile of thick green liquid that tasted of melon. Knowing he drank it
too much, and just not caring anymore he took a double swig. Immediatly feeling its effects, intensified by the brandy earlier, he could almost hear the tinkling of bells as sleep overtook him once more.

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\"Sev-er-us.\" He said it slowly so she could hear him better. For two days now
he had tried to get her ty hiy his name properly, but it was like she skipped the
whole middle part. Not that he minded, but she was trying to say it right nontheless.

The last days had been more than he ever hoped for. Being away from school and the
black days he had suffered there made him feel like a new man. Hell, it made him feel
like a man period, not some brooding teenager. Sulking around, brought down by Gryffindors who never would learn to leave well enough alone. Here with her, he felt like the cloud that had followed him had moved along, finally letting a ray of sun into his world.

She consumed him with her ways, her art, and the gold flecks that sparkled within the
chocolate of her eyes. Which were almost always fixed on him, studying his actions. Her
ears, open and always listening like a deer.

\"Sev-rus.\" She tried again. Almost getting it, but not quite. Not letting it get to
her she laughed as he shook his head smiling. A soft mix of her laughter and the
way all the tiny bells rang when she did, always made him want to make her laugh.
He simply adored the sound it made, sweet in his ears and soothing to his rattled
nerves.

They were sitting on a blanket by the river, her paintings now forgotten beside
them. Finding him more interesting at the moment anyway.

\"I am sorry. Surely I try!\" She was smiling and it filled him like nothing before.

\"You call me anything you wish. I really dosen\'t matter anyway. You can call me
Merlin for all I care.\"

She laughed again, then a look of knowing reached her face. \"Merlin? Some
thing like your God, no?\"


\"Ah, no.\" He replied, trying to think how to phase it for her. \"Merlin was one of
mo
most powerful wizards. If anyone would be close to a god, it would of been him.
His power is gone from us, but one day the ancient ones will return to unite as they
did for Arthur...to heal and drive the Necromancers back into the light.\" He looked at
her face, giving him a look of question. \"Or so it is written. At least that is what they
tell us.\" His voice giving a slight hint of scepticism, rolling his eyes.

\"Ah, so you don\'t believe in King Arthur? What about Lancelot and Guenivere? By
your tone you do not know. Do you not believe in true love as well?\"

He let his gaze fall on the dark blue quilt that he was sitting on. He had never felt
anything for women, but she was different. So unlike the girls at Hogwarts. Not giggling
at him or poking fun at the many things they had singled out for him. His hair, which was just naturally shiny not greasy, but of course they would never touch it to see. His nose, which was too big for their feeble standards. Over the years they had left him with no self esteem, only anger towards them and the rest of the prats that helped it along. Like James Potter, and that Sirius Black. One day his revenge would be sweet.

\"You have no answer to my question, Sev-rus. Do you not wish to?\"

Her voice broke his thoughts, and he found she was looking at him expectantly. An
expression of partial confusion, and the worry of offense she thought she had brought
to him. Dropping his eyes again, not knowing how to answer her without giving
away everything he was holding back. The two days had seemed like a sweet century,
and he was holding on to many hopes for them. He couldn\'t chance to let it go now,
it might make her go as well.

\"No Rhapsody. Please excuse me, I was off somewhere else.\"

\"There is somewhere else you wish to be?\" She questioned him, and brought
her hand up to cup his cheek, moving his head up to face her.

He marveled at how smooth her hand was, and the gentle touch it held. It filled him like
nothing before, and he pushed into it. Bringing his own hand up to cover hers, living for
the feel of a woman for tirstirst time. The others would have never laid hands on him,
and never like this. He felt like weeping, letting go of all fears beneath
her soothing touch.

\"No,\" he whispered, \"There is nowhere else I want to be. Nowhere of any
importance...not anymore.\"

Rhapsody was so close now, hand on his face, and looking at him intently. Severus
could no longer stand the thought of not bringing her to him. Her smell, her touch,
it was too much, and in one slow movement rougrought his other arm around her and pulled her near.

Breathing shallow, and his heart racing, Severus brought his lips to hers. Slightly
brushing against the soft lips she held. Not pushing her, but she pushed back. Suprising
him, and he tumbled backward. Rhapsody landed next to him, laughing under her breath as she moved in once again. Her slender arm across his chest, laying next to him brought so
many new feelings to almost set him on fire.

Her lips, the color of fine red wine, were on him once again pressed against his with a
passion he thought only he had held for the other. Her taste was sweeter than pumpkin
juice, and just as refreshing. Only in his fantasies had he been next to a woman like
this, and he moaned as she began to play with his hair in spite of himself. Long enduring
jokes about it being slimy and oily, Severus felt like flying when she said,

\"So soft...\"

She trailed off, feeling him smile beneath her lips. Not understanding
his relief, but before she could ask he threw his caution to the wind and wrapped her
in his arms, bringing her to rest on top of him. Searching her eyes for any kind of
repulsion, finding none he answered her.

\"Yes, Rhapsody. I believe in true love, the kind that trancends the ages. Love that
carries its own magic, that knows no bounds. Even if it is brief, you can never say it
did not exist.\"

\"You speak truth, my wizard. But you did not need to tell me, your eyes give
you away. Eyes gateway to soul, and your dark eyes tell me all. Such pain I see
in past, they scream from much torment. Betray you they do always.\"

He closed his eyes, not knowing what to say. She seemed to know a lot, but
was not rubbing it in or asking about it. She said it like it was an everyday occurance,
like she always read people by their eyes. Did she?

Rhapsody sat up slowly, the sky was getting bleak with the oncoming evening. She
knew she must get home, but did not want to leave her new friend. He had the silkiest
hair and the most beautiful eyes. A pang of hurt struck her when she thought about his
eyes. So dark, and full of pain. Deep within, many years of it and it affected him greatly.
She decided not to let him spend another night alone in London.

\"Yes, you come now. Home with me. I see your past, now Adora see your
future. You will like...promise.\" She laughed as she got up, twirling around in
the summer breeze that caught her hair and sent it streaming around her.
Barefoot and laughing, bells alive on the night air, she called to him, \"Tonight you
dance with the gypsies!!!\"

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