Snivellus Avenged

There will be some M/F action here, PLEASE NOTICE some DUBIOUS CONSENT (wanted to make that obvious, I wasn’t going to go there, but it seems James did, the arsehole—I can’t control these characters), maybe a little H/C. It’s gonna get a little worse before it gets better, but hang with me.

ATTENTION: This chapter contains EVIL JAMES and DUBIOUS CONSENT/RAPE (I myself am not fully sure where that line is drawn, so I will warn for both).

Finally, I am not happy with this chapter yet. I don't think I'm done with it, so any feedback is appreciated, as always.

Chapter Three:
In the ROR

James had gone into the Room first, and Lily was to follow him in five minutes’ time. They would expect Severus in another five minutes. Lily was angry, but she was more curious. What on earth could James possibly want from Severus, and why on earth did it involve her?

James, meanwhile, had made it into the Room and had begun molding it to his needs. A large bed appeared in a cozy room, lit by torches and a warm fire. A chair appeared along the wall, facing the bed. ‘Perfect.’ A few tweaks later, Lily appeared in the door looking rather confused.

“James? Wha—” before she could complete her question, James was on her. He kissed her hard, pressing her to him. After the initial startle, Lily relaxed into him and moaned into the kiss. James slipped a hand under the waist of her skirt, fondling her bum and pulling her into him. Lily gasped as she felt James’ erection pressed against her. Their undulating movements increased in speed and intensity and Lily was very near climax when the door opened with a bang.

“Excellent,” James breathed as he pulled away from Lily briefly enough to “assist” Severus to the chair, and use his wand to make sure there would be no escaping.

Upon returning to Lily, James was not surprised to find that she had cooled somewhat.

“’Sokay, Lily. Sni—Snape is just going to, ah, keep us company for a little while. Why don’t you forget he’s even there…”

James tried to kiss Lily again, but she stopped him by placing her small hand on his chest. “I-I-I dunno, James, this isn’t right…” Her eyes were wide with feelings she couldn’t quite categorize. James pulled her close and whispered in her ear, “Neither was what he did to you, what he called you. You remember that day, don’t you, love? Just think of this as revenge.” The thought of causing Severus a little pain for calling her ‘mudblood’ was indeed appealing. James pulled her close again and kissed her while grinding against her, which she welcomed. During this distraction, he flicked his wand twice at Severus: once to silence him and once to disrobe him. Tears rolled down Severus’ face in his silent humiliation. Lily, oblivious, melted into James’ arms, despite the presence in the back of her mind of a pesky little voice that told her this was wrong. She remembered what she’d witnessed that afternoon: ‘I’m going to be her first… she’ll never have you.’ Was that James’ plan? To get her in the ROR, to… do -that- with her? With Severus watching? It seemed wrong, but James felt so good. As he removed her blouse, he turned her to face Severus, who was clearly in deep distress. Pulling off her bra, James pushed her a little closer to Severus.

“Look at her,” James breathed. “She’s perfect, isn’t she? Well, she’s mine,” James said with finality as he spun Lily back to face him, claiming her mouth in a possessive, demanding kiss. One hand was kneading her breasts alternatively while the other went to the zip on her skirt, which fell off and was kicked away leaving her in white, cotton knickers.

“Lily,” James moaned. It was the sexiest thing Lily had ever heard and she had rather forgotten they had an audience in the past few minutes of petting.

“Lily, get on the bed and get naked. Gods, I want you so much.”

As if under a spell, Lily obeyed James’ instructions, sitting, no, posing, on the corner of the bed. Being naked had reminded her that she was not alone, and she was more acutely aware of Severus’ presence than ever as he tried hard not to look at her out of respect, but was occasionally failing out of being a man in the presence of an attractive, naked woman. ‘Let him look at me,’ she thought, ‘it could’ve been him if he’d done what I told him to!’ But mentally, she compared the way Severus looked at her to the way James was staring at her, and it made her begin to feel uneasy. James, in the meantime, had divesto’ed his own clothing away and was moving rapidly toward her.

“I just… I just don’t know about this, James. I don’t think it’s right. I’m not ready… please, let’s just wait,” she pleaded as her big, green eyes began to swim with tears.

“Lily, you don’t know what you’re talking about,” James said with confidence. “Just give me a chance, you’ll like it.”

“I dunno, James, I just…” but before she could finish, James was on top of her. He was everywhere, and he was between her legs.

“Lily, Lily, you’re gonna love this. Just calm down. It’ll feel good. I love you.”

Over in his chair, Severus felt intense waves of nausea and hatred fall over him. He truly felt like he was going to die. James Potter didn’t love his sweet Lily, he just wanted her. He was going to hurt her and there was precious nothing Severus could do about it, trapped as he was. He wept silently in the chair, wept for his sweet Lily that he couldn’t save. He remained lost in his morose thoughts until a scream pierced the air, and he knew Potter had done it, he had -taken- Lily. After several failed attempts at wandless magic, trying to do unspeakably nasty things to Potter, Severus slumped back in the chair. What he heard next came as a surprise. Lily, in her distress, rasped his name. She didn’t say “James,” no, she said “Sev.”

“Well,” James grunted. “Right, right. I was going to make this good for you, but if it’s him you want,” James sped up, thrusting roughly into Lily with considerable force, “then you can have him.” In three more thrusts, James came. In an instant, he was up, dressed, and released Severus before disappearing through the door. An instant too late, Lily, naked, found her wand and sent several nasty hexes out the door, at James. Lily was unsure whether any of those hexes she used had been successful, but what she was sure of was the crushing force of reality rushing back to her, as if they were in a vacuum.

Severus was utterly torn. It felt as though time had stopped. Part of him wanted to chase James Potter down and hurt him, no, kill him. If he tried that, he would just start a fight he could never win. The other part of him, the part of him that won, told him to stay with his Lily.

She was in a pitiful state, in a heap on the bed, not bothering to cover herself as she whispered to no one in particular, “I’ll kill him. I swear, I’ll kill him.”

Severus looked at her. Part of him, a very vocal part of him, wanted to yell and rage at her for ever letting Potter touch her. It was accompanied by the sensation of a red-hot poker being insinuated into his chest. Another part, a more sensible part, said this was neither the time nor the place.

“Lily,” Severus whispered, touching her gently on the shoulder to get her attention, “Lily, do you want me to take you to the hospital wing?”

“No,” she said softly, “no, Sev… I just… will you stay with me? I don’t think I can go back to the dorm tonight.”

“Sure, Lily,” Severus whispered, reaching out to Lily’s face and wiping the tears off her cheeks, “whatever you want.”

There was a wooshing sound as the room changed; it was as though the room felt remorse for being involved in such an act. The chair where Severus had been sitting totally disappeared. The bedroom no longer resembled its former self. A door appeared, open, through which a bathroom could be seen. When Lily excused herself to clean up, Severus turned down the bed and climbed in, feeling thoroughly exhausted, physically and emotionally.