The Rose Of Avalon

A/N: Of course, I do not claim anything you recognize. They belong to JKR. I am only borrowing them to play with yet another plot idea.

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Ch 2 - A Dream of Perfection


The kiss was breathtaking. She moaned and lifted her hips to brush against his arousal. “Please!”she whispered in a soft, husky voice. “Please take me! I was meant for you. Be with me!”

Growling deep in his throat, he claimed her mouth once more, letting his hands roam down her naked, sensitive skin. Cupping her mound, he parted her folds with his thumb and slid slow circles over her clit.

Crying out, the woman began to tremble beneath him. “Oh gods! Severus, take me now! I can’t wait any longer!”

Smiling wickedly, he pulled back and stared down at her. Red hair fell over the pillow. Eyes that had once been brown, but now held the magical green glow of Avalon’s chosen stared back at him. As he prepared to thrust into her moist core, she whimpered and slowly began to fade.

Her smile fell and she reached toward him. “Severus! You must stop denying us! My heart is yours! But you must be willing to come get me!” With those final words, Ginevra Weasley, the newest addition to the Guardians of Avalon had disappeared from the most intense dream he had ever been lucky enough to have...

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Severus woke with a start. His hands were extended out, reaching for something just beyond his grasp. Panting, he let his hands drop down to his lap and moaned when they brushed his hardened shaft. He felt like such a fool! He dreamt of her every single night. Each night, they would come close to being mated, and each night, she would disappear from him like a specter, just out of his reach.

Running his hand through his dampened hair, he cursed softly. This was all the little chit’s fault! If she had not grown into such a beautiful, accomplished witch with a thirst for knowledge and a formidable power all her own, this would never have happened. As it was, he now couldn’t keep his thoughts from drifting back to her, and every secret desire he had to take her for his own.

Taking a deep breath, he threw the sheet off and got up. In his private bathroom, he turned the faucet and let the tub begin to fill with hot steaming water. Stepping in, he sunk down into the warmth of the water and let it envelop him.

His hand moved to his engorged shaft. Beneath the water, he stroked himself a few times before abandoning the half-hearted effort. He didn’t want to stroke himself to completion. He wanted a read haired witch beneath him, accepting his touch and answering his explorations with an urgency of her own.

Muttering a frustrated curse, he washed and rinsed himself. After he lathered and cleansed his hair for the second time, he rose from the tub and muttered a drying charm over himself. Moving to his closet, he dressed in a comfortable sweater and black slacks. There were no students at Hogwarts right now. They were still away for the summer. He saw no reason to don his robes when the last thing he wanted was to be anywhere near them.

Leaving the comfort of his room, he stalked the halls. Too bad there were no Gryffindors out past curfew. He would love to be able to take house points from someone at this moment. As if on cue, Harry turned the corner swiftly, running into him so hard, he very nearly lost his footing.

Severus scowled and opened his mouth to chastize the younger professor, but instead, sighed and spoke softly, “A little late to be out, isn’t it, Professor Potter?”

Harry chuckled and shook his head. “Still patrolling the halls when you can’t sleep, I see.”

Giving a half smirk, Severus sighed. “If only you were still a student!” But he knew very well that Harry Potter was no longer a student. No, the boy had grown up to be a very powerful wizard. One that deserved the respect of his peers. He might have even been able to stand the brat... If he didn’t remind him so much of Lupin.

At the thought of the werewolf, Severus’ scowl deepened. As much as he hated to admit it, he had a lingering respect for the man. He had taught Harry well enough in the one year he had been at Hogwarts as a teacher, that the boy was well on his way to being the best Defense Against the Dark Arts instructor Hogwarts had ever known.

As he moved to pass Potter, the younger man stepped again before him. “Severus, I was wondering if you’d like to join me for a brandy? We could talk. I would really enjoy hearing all that you’ve learned from the hidden texts of Avalon. Ginny said that you uncovered many secrets.”

Severus considered for a moment, before nodding slowly. He wouldn’t be getting any sleep tonight anyway. Might as well enjoy a brandy. Perhaps Potter could give him an idea how to approach Ginevra Weasley in a manner besides that of a man engulfed in research..

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Reclining back in the chair nearest the fire in his sitting room, Harry smiled at his old professor. They had never been what one would call good friends. In fact they had been closer to dangerous enemies for most of his youth. But the war, and the joining of their friends had helped them put away the resentful feelings they had both harbored for so very long.


He watched Snape slowly swirl the glass of brandy that he held in his hand and debated asking him what had him so troubled. He rethought the idea, as he knew that the older wizard would probably only tell him that he could mind his own business and quit trying to imitate Dumbledore. Instead, he asked, “Wasn’t Hermione and Lucius’ baby beautiful?” he shook his head and sat back in the chair. “She may have Malfoys hair color, but did you see all those riotous curls? She is most definitely related to her mother!” he chuckled.

Severus smirked and fought the urge to answer that it was impossible to think that the child could not be related to her mother, not because of her curly hair, but because she had been the reason the witches belly had been swollen for those past months. With a sigh, he simply nodded, instead. “Yes, and I am sure that other traits have been blessed upon her by her mother as well. It would be a shame if the only qualities she inherited from her had been her hair...”

Harry nodded in agreement, but his face took on an unusual expression before he said softly. “When I held her in my arms... There was a moment where I was almost overwhelmed. She looked me straight in the eye and I could have sworn....” his voice lowered. “She smiled at me. It was almost like she recognized me.” He looked down at his hand, and turned it over with the palm facing up. “And she squeezed my finger!”he gave Severus a curious look. “That isn’t possible. Is it? For one so young to be able to smile?”

Severus clamped his mouth shut. Lucius Malfoy was his best friend. They told each other every little secret they had, with the exception of the time that he had been working secretly for the Order. Lucius had confided in him what Narcissa’s spirit had said about Harry being connected to Hope in a romantic soul-mate kind of way. He longed to open his mouth and tell the young man all he knew of his future wife, just to see his shocked and horrified expression. But instead, just shrugged and shook his head. “Of course not, Potter. She probably just had gas.”

Harry chuckled and nodded. “I’m sure you are right, Severus.” he shrugged. “But it will still be an interesting tale for when she’s older.”

Allowing himself a rare humorous smile, Severus answered, “Oh, of that I am certain.” Taking a deep pull on his drink, he swallowed and asked, “Tell me about Ginevra, Harry. I find that I am curious about the person she has become. It is much different than the way I had once envisioned her.”

Harry had noticed the attraction that had been growing between the two. He was surprised that Ginny would have such an attraction for the older man, but he could definitely understand Snape’s growing fascination with her. She was an amazing person who had evolved far past the homely goals of her parents. He had once hoped to marry her himself and have a big family, full of all the love and companionship that he had missed in his early youth.

However, he had discovered that Ginny didn’t want to settle down and be a typical housewife witch with a house full of children to raise. It was then that they had agreed to remain friends, but put all romantic notions aside as they didn’t have the same goals. Reluctantly, he spoke, “She is a fascinating woman, Severus. She has a magic inside her that I think can only be possessed by women.” he sighed. “I would have married her after Hogwarts.... If she would have had me.”

Snape pursed his lips and asked, “Why wouldn’t she have you?”

Harry blinked and straightened in the chair. “Our goals were too different. I wanted children, a home and a family. She wanted adventure and to learn more than even Hogwarts taught her.” he smiled. “She is a bit like Hermione was in that.”

Severus nodded. “I never would have guessed. She had so many suitors in school,” he glanced at Harry, adding, “besides just yourself.”

Harry chuckled. “Yes, I know.” Then he waved his hand between them. “Well, we both know she’s gorgeous... What bloke in his right mind wouldn’t have pursued her?”

Severus sat his now empty glass down on the table, then crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned back in the chair. “Quite frankly, I didn’t pay much notice to her when she was a student.” his eyes bore down on Harry. “It’s not my way.”

The younger man shrugged. “Honestly, I am not surprised by that. I never considered you as a man with a sexual nature at all until I noticed the way you look at her now.”

Severus looked up sharply, a look of irritation on his features. “I do not look at her in any kind of perverted way!’

Harry raised his hands in surrender. “I didn’t say perverted,” he shook his head. “Why would a man noticing a full grown, beautiful woman be perverted, Snape?” He dropped his arms and shrugged. “I only mean that I noticed that you notice her beauty now. No insult intended.”

Severus glanced at the clock. It was a quarter past two, and he suddenly felt very weary.” Standing, he nodded once at Harry. “Good night, Potter. I’ll see you later.”

With a sigh, Harry stood as well. “Good night,” he hesitated before adding, “Snape.

Turning, Severus left the room and headed back down to his one sanctuary; The dungeons.

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