Darkened Lust

Darkened Lust
Part Twenty-seven

By Ami E. Bowen and Rebecca (Becca) Middleton

A scream rang through the house that had been silent for a few minutes now, causing Harry and Ron to bolt upright, both of them instinctively pulling out their wands and looking around wildly.

“There’s nothing to fear,” Hermione said wearily, “and our wands won’t work in any case. Don’t you remember what Professor Snape told us?”

“But what was that?” Ron asked. No sooner had the words left his mouth than another feminine scream sounded, this time followed by a deep male chuckle, and Ron flopped back onto the pillows in disgust. “They’re still at it? How long have we been asleep?”

“About an hour and a half,” Hermione replied. Her face was flaming but her voice remained calm enough.

“Have they been doing this the entire time?” put in Harry.

“Not quite that loudly…but yes,” Hermione answered. Her face colored again as pleas from one of the women reached their ears.

“Please…oh, please, Severus…sir…yes…oh yes!”

Hermione slammed the book she had been reading closed. “Oh, honestly! How are we supposed to rest, really!” She glared toward the hallway. However, this time the room remained silent for a time. The next sound was that of the bedroom door opening. The three young wizards looked up to see Snape striding into the living room, fully clothed, his long robes billowing behind him.

He looked as composed as he ever had in the classroom, not in the least like he had just spent a couple of hours engaged in strenuous lovemaking. Closely following him were Becca and Ami. Both of them looked anything but composed, as they had thrown on the first items of clothing they found, as indeed they had, and both wore identical expressions of fear and concern.

When Severus reached the door, he turned to look at the three young wizards. “I am lifting the spell preventing you from using your wands. Will you protect my ladies while I’m gone?”

“Of course, sir,” Hermione replied instantly, ignoring the exasperated looks from the young men. “But where…”

“No time now,” Snape replied. He held his arms out for Ami and Becca to come to him. He briefly embraced them, giving them a kiss.

“Be careful, Severus, please,” Ami said. Becca could only nod.

Before they knew it, he was gone.

Earlier...

“Please…oh, please, Severus…sir…yes…oh yes!” Ami cried as her orgasm burst through her.

“That’s my girl,” he growled as her cunt shuddered around him, bringing on his own climax, and he thrust brutally into her, prolonging their pleasure as much as possible. Finished, he rested for a moment on top of her as Becca lay beside them, lazily caressing both of them in turn.

Suddenly he hissed sharply and pulled out of Ami to sit up on his haunches, startling both women. He grabbed his left forearm with his right hand, a mixture of pain and loathing on his face.

With sudden terror, Becca realized what his actions meant. She grasped his right arm and pulled it away to reveal the Dark Mark. She and Ami had seen it before, of course, but previously it had always been the faded bluish color of an old tattoo done with India ink. Now, however, it was the deep black of a fresh tattoo. Even the flesh around it had turned a reddish color, as if irritated or burned. Ami had sat up and was staring at it in horrified fascination. “No,” she whispered.

Severus looked up and met first Ami’s frightened eyes, then Becca’s. “I’m afraid so, my pets. The Dark Lord is summoning his Death Eaters. I must go.”

Rising from the bed, he cast a spell to dress himself instantly as the women hastily threw on t-shirts and sweats. Severus turned to them, and put one hand on each of their faces. “I promise you, I will not come near you until I have myself under control. What happened before,” he looked at Becca, “will not happen again.” Becca nodded in perfect trust of his words, and he looked marginally less grim. “I must go,” he repeated. He opened the door and left the room, closely followed by his ladies.

Currently...


Ron and Harry glanced at each other and then at Hermione, who'd taken it upon herself to step up to Becca and Ami and touch each upon the arm breifly, before speaking; "It'll be all right," she said, even though her own face was pale, "Professor Snape's always known how to take care of himself..."

Becca was the first to nod and answer, "You're right, Hermione," she sighed and found her way to the sofa, sitting down next to Harry, who was gripping his wand tightly, a look of white-knuckled apprehenion playing across his features, "I hate this...this waiting...and not knowing..."

Ami sat down on the other side of Becca, wrapping her arms around her friend and burying her face against her shoulder, "Me too." was all she said. Ami felt Becca's arms slid around her and the two sat and held each other, gaining strength from thier love. Harry looked over but his expression behind his glasses was unreadable.

"I'm nearly through with the second book," Hermione said, and looked over towards the stack of books by J.K. Rowling she'd left upon the floor next to the chair she'd been sitting in for the past few hours.

She rubbed her eyes and ran a hand through her bushy hair, "It's quite interesting...I mean, in a surreal kind of way; reading about myself. It's almost like...like I'm looking..."

"...into a penseive," Harry said and Hermione's brows knitted, but Ami and Becca looked over at Harry. Becca nodded and Ami said; "Yeah, that's a good way of putting it, Harry."

"I know you two are in love with him," Harry said, taking off his glasses and polishing them with the edge of his shirt, Ami smiled since she recognized the habit as one she was wont to do. As it were, she'd left her glasses on the bedside table. She could still see, but reading anything more than an arm's length away was out of the question. "So your perception of him is probably a bit...skewed..."

Becca opened her mouth to protest, but The Boy Who Lived would be heard, he went on quickly; "All I'm asking is that you consider the possibility that Snape isn't as innocent as he seems...I mean...he ran willingly off at the behest of Voldemort just now, didn't he?"

"That's not fair and you know it!" Ami cried, "He had no choice!"

"Harry, Snape's on our side!" Becca said, just as strongly, "I'd bet my life on it!"

Harry didn't say anything, but placed his spectacles back upon his face. It was clear to everyone that Harry didn't quite trust Severus Snape. And who, really, could blame him, Ami thought, he had six years of being bullied, (or what Harry thought of as being bullied), by the surly Master of Potions to skew his own perspective of Snape.

"Hey, listen, mate," Ron said, from where he still sat surrounded by blankets and pillows on the floor, "I don't like Snape any more than you do. But, I have a feeling they know what they're talking about...I mean...they know a lot more about our world than normal muggles would...I think they're probably right about Snape, too."

"Anyway," Hermione said, having found her seat again and was holding the third book open in her lap, "Snape asked us to help. He asked us to stay and protect them," she smiled over at Becca and Ami, "Don't worry," she said, with a trace of humour, "You're in the company of the founders of..."

"Dumbledore's Army," Becca finished and Hermione nodded. "I still find it unsettling how much you know about us..."

"Yeah," Ron said, yawning, "You know all about us and we know next to nothing about you two...other than..." he paused, flushed so that his freckles stood out and went on, "Well...you know..."

The sun was still hiding from veiw, but faint fingers of pinkish light had begun to seep through the blinds covering the windows. "Ami and I will be more than happy to answer any questions," Becca said, trying to keep the fear for Snape out of her voice, will little success, "But, right now, I don't feel up to sharing right now..."

"And I had more reading to do," Hermione said, "I want to finish these books by tomorrow evening at the latest."

"I'm tired, Becca," Ami said and she stood up, pulling her friend to her feet, "The sun's not even up yet...let's go back to bed..."

Becca could read the same terror beneath Ami's toneless words and nodded, thinking that sleep was something they all could use. She turned to Hermione and said; "You should try to get some rest too, Hermione...You'll be no good to anyone if your walking zombie."

Hermione began to speak, but Ron interrupted her, "No, 'Mione, she's right." Harry stood up from the sofa as well and looked at Hermione. She sighed, dog-earred her place in the book and stood to walk over to the sofa. "Honestly!" she said, before laying down and pulling the blankets up to her chin. She was asleep in a matter of moments.

Ami and Becca left Ron and Harry alone to talk and went, exhausted and scared, back to the room they shared with Snape.

To Be Continued...