Snape Redux

Snape Redux

By April Grey

Chapter Two – Narcissa

It all belongs to Rowling, except for the parts you don’t recognize.


He Apparated to a back alley near Piccadilly Circus. It was rank with rotting cabbages and other vegetables from a nearby restaurant. Snape wished he had some better options available to him. He was hungry and wanted to shower. Well, being a half blood had certain advantages; he could blend in easily with Muggles in order to hide from the Ministry and the Order. But he still needed Muggle money to survive!

He walked into the back of a church that had a soup kitchen. There he’d get free food and a place to think.

The bread was dry and hard but the plate of bangers and beans were just fine--hot and filling. He continued to consider his next course of action.

Narcissa was in his debt and he was sure of her gratitude. He’d destroyed his life for her, to save her precious Draco. Or at least that was how it would appear to her.

Bellatrix was a problem. How close was she staying to her sister? Bitter over her stay in Azkaban, there was a strong possibility that she was the one who had tipped off the Ministry for the raid on his house. Was it worth it to risk possible further betrayal by her? Hmmm, the bottom line was would they go as far as to detain him and turn him over to the Ministry? He didn’t think Bellatrix would go that far considering she and her husband were escapees. No, not unless the Dark Lord had commanded it.

He reached his decision. He’d go to Narcissa with the Galleons he had hidden and have her exchange them at Gringotts.

He wiped the last of the beans from the old chipped plate with the last scrap of bread and headed back out to the alleyway. He’d collect his hidden Galleons and then Apparate to the Malfoys.


Snape Apparated to the road that led to the Malfoy estate. The weather was perfect, blue skies and fat, fluffy clouds. The scenery could have been a backdrop for a holiday picnic in the country for some Muggle family. After passing a stable and paddocks containing horses kept for the riding pleasure of the elite, he reached the tree-lined lane leading directly to the Malfoy Mansion. Nothing could be further from the neighborhood he had grown up in. It was hard to imagine that the two places could even co-exist on the same isle. Snape shivered in spite of the heat.

“Severus, my dear, dear friend,” proclaimed Narcissa with a look that undercut any welcome the words held.

“Narcissa,” Snape inclined his head politely, walked through the foyer and into the main salon.

Standing there in the room with its the antique red and gold Persian carpet and silk covered furniture to match, he noted that she had not invited him to sit down or offered him refreshment. He went on high alert, searching out possible dangers to himself.

“I owe you so much, Severus.” Her mouth twisted strangely like she was trying to identify the flavor of a Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Bean.

What was the matter here? Her mind, unlike the Death Eaters he had tapped into earlier, was a swirling mass of confused and conflicted emotions. He wasn’t making sense out of it, perhaps because she couldn’t.

“Yes, well in fact I do need a small favor,” he paused.

She let out a small theatrical cry, “I knew it! Bella said you’d be back to have your way.”

Snape stared dumbfounded as Narcissa threw herself at him. “Yes, Severus, yes, go ahead and take me.”

Arms filled with the blonde Witch, Snape went numb. “Take you? Where?”

“I’ve been alone for so long. I miss Lucius with every fiber of my being. I don’t know when those horrid people will ever release my husband. But Bella knew it from looking at you. She said you were hungry for me. You are an evil, wicked man, Severus. Use me as you will.” She pressed her body hard against his.

Snape was in serious trouble. He found Narcissa Malfoy as appealing as a Boomslang. But her ego had informed her that the favor was sexual—to correct her would be to gravely insult her vanity. He’d have to assuage her ego and then request her help in the exchange of money.

“Your sister is quite astute,” he breathed into her ear.

“Take me.” She became a dead weight in his arms and he had no choice but to either pick her up or drop her on the floor. He picked her up, his back protesting that he was closer to forty than thirty now and needed to show some common sense. He really wished he could have dropped her and ran. Narcissa would expect some interesting things from Snape and he had little to no interest at all for her.

He kissed and licked her neck, wondering if perhaps a little bit of snogging along with a promise of sexual acrobatics later that day would get her heading out to Diagon Alley and Gringotts.

“Ahhh,” she thrust her breasts up at him and one arm dangled down to search out his completely uninterested and limp member. She grasped it with the fierce determination of a Grindylow bent on drowning its victim. Snape groaned as he was mauled and his cock swelled in her painful grip.

“Yes, Narcissa, while poor Lucius rots in Azkaban, I plan to take advantage of his sad situation and you,” he did his best to not sound sarcastic.

“You disgusting, lowlife half-blood,” she hissed at him. His cock jumped at her words and he nipped her neck. In response she hit him on the chest with her free hand.

Back still protesting, he headed for the stairs leading to the bedrooms. The nastier she was the more interesting she became. Maybe it wouldn’t be too awful after all.

“No, I will not have you soil our marital bed with your foul lust.” Her pale eyes flared at him and she licked her lips.

“You will be fucked wheresoever I choose,” he growled, profoundly grateful that he wouldn’t be carrying her upstairs.

“Here in the pantry. Take me,” she bit his ear and he cried out in mixed pain and arousal. The tiny room had a table and he placed her on it.

“Lucius is one of my oldest friends,” said Snape a little confounded by the fact that he didn’t know if he was telling the truth or role-playing anymore. But his cock was throbbing under her grip and ready for her.

“It’s terrible how you betray him. You are a bastard, a slimy—“

He stopped her words with his mouth and ripped her robes open, gaining access to her silken under things. He likewise tore them and roughly thrust two fingers in her. She screamed under his mouth, but he noted with satisfaction that she was completely slick and her underwear soaked.

Still with his fingers inside her, he used his other hand to unzip his jeans and place his cockhead at her entrance. Just then she scratched at his cheek, drawing blood. Grabbing her hips, he forced his entire length into her.

She screamed and writhed and he questioned exactly how much was performance on her part. Well lubricated as she was, he couldn’t be hurting her that much. He kissed her again, attempting to still her shrieks, while plowing back and forth into her. Her cunny finally relaxed under his assault and he was smoothly fucking her. He lifted his mouth from hers to take a breath only to have his face covered by her frantic kisses.

“Oh gods, Severus. You monster, so vile…” placing her hand around the back of his head, she drew his mouth down over hers and she thrust her tongue into him. He continued to move himself in and out of her rhythmically. Soon, he felt her contractions and knew that finally she’d reached her climax.

He slowed down, but she made little mewing noises, kissing his chest and saying, “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

Snape wasn’t quite sure how Lucius had been able to tolerate her—she was insatiable. He kept going, bringing her to a second and then a third orgasm. He worried that maybe Gringotts would be closed by the time she’d finished with him and he might have to be with her all night.

Finally, he could hold out no longer and he came. A wave of self-loathing and despair washed over him as his fourth orgasm in less than twenty-four hours wracked his body.

He pulled out of her, hoping that maybe she’ll be willing to let him bathe in one of their tubs. Surely the concept of polluting the marital bed couldn’t run to polluting the family bath?

“Narcissa?” She was strangely quiet.

“Never leave me, Severus. I can’t stand being alone anymore.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his chest.

Snape was feeling a little nauseous. This charade had to stop, but he didn’t dare before he got what he needed from her.

He returned the embrace, “Oh, Narcissa. How I have longed for you. If it were not for my respect for your virtue and my friendship for your husband.”

“Oh, let us not speak of that,” she said shrilly.

“I regard Draco as my own son.”

She met his black eyes with her own blue ones, sparkling like diamonds with her tears, “Poor Draco. I am half out of my mind with worry for him.”

“There, there. We are all concerned but he is a bright boy, almost a man, and well capable of taking care of himself,” Snape lied deftly.

“I feel so much better,” she smiled.

Snape also smiled and patted her back reassuringly. “I’m so glad that we understand one another. There is a small matter, however.”

“Small matter?” she looked at him eyes wide.

“Yes, I was wondering if you could exchange some Galleons for me. I need Muggle money.”

“Muggle money?” A confused look spread over her face. “Is there such a thing? Don’t they use the same money as us?”

Snape forced his self-control. “No, my most precious, most lovely one. They use something called British Pounds Sterling. They don’t have Galleons.”

“Well, perhaps they would accept Sickles or Knuts?”

“Oh, you are very, very intelligent. But sadly, being Muggles they aren’t bright enough. No, they use things called Shillings and Pence.”

“Oh?” Narcissa’s eyes narrowed and she looked like a vole that had smelt a fox nearby. “And is there a reason that you need these?” She gestured to his white shirt, trenchcoat and jeans. Snape quickly tucked himself in and zipped up. “Does it have anything to do with you wearing ridiculous Muggle type clothing?” She put a small delicate hand to her mouth. “No! No, you can’t leave me now. Not now. I need you.”

“I’m not leaving you. But—“ Snape’s mind did a double step as he improvised, “should Draco drop by—“

“Oh, do you think he will?” Narcissa’s face lit up with joy.

“I don’t know. He might need a hot meal and a change of clothing. But it wouldn’t be good for him to find out that his mother is shagging his old potion’s master.” Snape smiled innocently.

Narcissa attempted to catch her breath as the implications rolled about in her head. “But I can trust you? You’d never tell.”

“Of course not, but should I need to leave, quickly, so that we are not found out in our affair.”

His slight emphasis on the word affair struck home. “Oh, dear, if Bella should find out I’d never hear the end of it. And she has such a mouth, the cow!”

Snape wondered at her. Cow? She’d never used that sort of language before. She was becoming coarse. He got back on track.

“So you have a little bit of time left before Gringotts closes and…” Snape removed a heavy bag of Galleons from his pocket and placed it in her hand, “you just need to exchange it for me and come back here.”

“You will still be here?” She licked her lips and Snape’s cock ached. He shook off the image of her on her knees, blonde hair swaying as she sucked him off.

“Of course I will. In fact, I would like your permission to clean up a bit.”

“Yes, clean up.” She noticed for the first time that her expensive robes were in tatters and spotted with cum. “I’ll get changed to run that errand and you take a bath. I think most of my husband’s robes will fit you.”

Snape kissed her hand, “Don’t take long, precious.”

She simpered and fled up the stairs to her room. Snape took his time heading up the stairs to Lucius’s room.


Lucius had excellent facilities. The black marble of the bath contrasted nicely with the gold and pearl handles of the spigots. The ceiling was entirely mirrored and not enchanted (what a refreshing change). And the bath itself was more Jacuzzi than bathtub. Snape sighed as he sipped his snifter of very expensive brandy and readjusted one of the water jets to work out a kink in his lower spine. He could become used to this sort of living. He wondered how often the manor was raided now that both the Malfoy men were in hot water, excuse the pun. If he could find a way to bribe the Ministry to give him advance notice of any--

Snape’s senses went on alert and he turned off the water to pay more attention to his surroundings. There, he had heard something. Voices from downstairs. And they seemed to be coming closer.


“It’s not like Cissy, to invite us over for tea and then not be here,” came Bellatrix’ voice.

“Well, I thought I heard water running,” said her husband, Rodolphus Lestrange. “Maybe we got the wrong day and she’s taking a bath. And where’s the damned house elves?”

“Potter got rid of one and Cissy sent the other to take care of Draco.”

“Can’t the boy wipe his own arse?”

The water sloshed as Snape tried to get out of the tub quietly. His jeans and trainers got wet, and Snape cursed silently, remembering that he still hadn’t rinsed all the shampoo from his hair. Grabbing all his clothes he Disapparated…into an empty dairy pasture in Sussex. Naked with his clothing bundled in his arms, he sprinted for the barn of the abandoned dairy farm that the Death Eaters had met at six months ago. It was the only place he could think of going to in a pinch.

His underwear was soaked and he put it up to dry along with his jeans. He felt idiotic in his undershirt and shirt with nothing on his bottom but it allowed him some protection while sitting on a bale of hay. Did he dare use a drying charm on them? No, not on such old fabric. If it went wrong, his father’s clothing could disintegrate.

He didn’t know when he would dare head back to Narcissa. If she told her sister and brother what had happened, he sighed and put his head in his hands. Why couldn’t things be simple? Just his luck, to have to deal with the entire Lestrange clan in one day.

“It’s all your fault, Albus. You are probably having a good chuckle about all this, wherever you are.”

Sighing, Snape put on his wet trainers and investigated the barn. He found a moldy, moth eaten horse blanket in a corner, which seemed to be home to some variety of rodent. There was another corner in the barn with a pallet of hay and some used condoms, no doubt the local nightspot for under aged lotharios. Well, he’d scare away any pimply-faced teens who tried to use his barn for a tryst.

There wasn’t anything else to the place. Not that he knew what he was hoping to find. He went through his mental checklist. Defeat the Dark Lord--table that for later. Get money from Narcissa, also for another day. Teach the Granger Girl Occlumency and prepare her to help him defeat the Dark Lord? Yes, that would be the next thing on the list.

He’d wait for her to be sleeping and then head into her dreams. It wouldn’t be easy. He had no idea where she was. Legilimency went best when you had eye contact with the person and was right there in the room with them. Fortunately, Granger had been his student for years. He felt he knew her mind well enough that he could open and maintain sufficient psychic contact to communicate with her from a distance. And once she was asleep, then her mind would be at its most receptive.

The sun was setting and Snape’s jeans had dried enough to be only mildly damp. The underwear he didn’t bother with. He was hungry again. Counting out his Muggle change he found that he had maybe enough to purchase a bag of crisps and a sausage roll. That would have to do, then. He considered just stealing the food, but almost every town in Great Britain had anti-magical theft charms set up by the Ministry to prevent Wizards from taking advantage of Muggles that way. It was most annoying. Wizards could live like kings if it weren’t for all the rules set up by the Ministry to protect Muggles. That was what had attracted Snape to the Dark Lord as a teen. It had made sense to him back then that might made right. That had been his experience of life to that point. The weak forfeited their rights to the strong and powerful. His head hurt at the thought. There were others who had tried to show him a different way, a way of gentleness and compassion. He wished they had been right.

The sensation of a women’s soft hand caressing his face and a kiss on his forehead flitted through his mind. He pushed the feeling aside.

A thought occurred to him. Granger and Potter spent time with the Weasleys whenever the opportunity presented itself. Might she be there? Or Grimmauld Place? She had turned seventeen, hadn’t she? Why assume that she was still with her parents?

He left to purchase his supper and returned a few minutes later with his food. He had an empty paper cup that he filled with rainwater from a barrel outside the barn. The water tasted musty, but quenched his thirst.


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