Unexpected Love

Sorry to those that read it and found out it was missing a chatper. I was uploading it last night and kept running into road blocks. Got too tired to check it when I was done. So here it is with the missing part!


He pulls her into his arms, his chest heaving against her back as he tries to regain his breath. She leans her head back on his shoulder and licks the edge of his lips with the tip of her tongue. He growls at her, eyes half closed in satisfaction. She smirks at his growl. “Feeling better?” She whispers huskily.
His arms tighten around her. “Much better.” He looks around the room again and frowns. “But is there a much more comfortable place for us to be other than this one room?”
She chuckles as he finally lets her go, pulling his body away from hers. “Do you think I would allow them to lock me in somewhere without a bathroom and bedroom?”
He lifts a brow at her. “At this moment, I am totally unsure of what you would do.”
She turns and takes his hand, leading him to a small picture along one wall. She taps the picture and the wall fades away, showing a room with a four-poster bed along one wall and a door on the other. She walks over to the bed, stretching her long legs out as she lays down on her stomach. “The other room is a bathroom in case you need it.”
He walks over and lies down beside her, stroking her bare back. “No need at this particular moment.”
She leans her head into her pillow, arching her back against his hand. “HHMM.. Feels good. You are the first to ever pay any attention to my back.”
He smirks in amusement. “You forget. I can still feel your emotions. You never blocked them from me again. I can almost sense what pleases you enough for me to do it right.”
She chuckles. “Sorry. I think I got carried away. I could rectify that now though.”
She feels his hand stop suddenly. “No!’ He growls harshly at her. “Don’t even think about it!”
She lifts her head and stares at him in shock. “Why? Most people hate it when I let my guard down enough for them to feel me.”
He sighs and slowly calms down. “I find that I enjoy it very much. Before I was never sure if I was really pleasing my lovers and after a while I ceased to care. But with you, I know for certain and it matters a great deal to me.”
She rolls over and smiles up at him. “Yes, I felt your surprise when I immediately enjoyed what you were doing, no matter houghough you were. I must say no one has even been that way with me before. I have always been treated with gentleness when I crave the opposite.”
He smiles down at her, running his hand over the soft skin of her side as he pulls her closer to him. “Then I shall endeavor to please you while we are locked in here.”
She chuckles and rolls enough for him to rub his long fingers along her back again. “Still sore about being here are you?”
“A bit.” He feels her nerve endings come alive at the soft touch of his fingers along her back. He finds himself wanting very badly to explore this new sensation. He pushes her over onto her stomach again and gently blows across her bare skin. He smirks as he sees her shiver and feels her start to become aroused again. “They could have given you to me in a more acceptable fashion.”
She smirks and arches into his touch again, wanting more. “How so?”
He flicks the hair away from her face, leaning close enough to whisper in her ear. “They could’ve always left you on my doorstep all tied up in bows like a real present.”
She breathes deeply, his words sending pleasure through her body and making her grow wet again. “HHMM. I’m not sure Albus would do that with all the students still hanging around.”
She sees the corner of his lips lift and feels his lust rising inside him again. “Then I guess I will wrap you myself.” He flicks his wrist and silk ropes appear in his hands. He doesn’t allow her to move as he pulls her hands behind her back and ties them tightly without cutting off the circulation. She moans as his hands trail along her exposed back again, gently patting her butt in satisfaction. “That’s a tad better. But I’m afraid now I am hungry. I guess I will have to find something to eat.”
She feels his weight lift as he leaves the bed and stalks out of the room. She knows he will not leave her there for long. She can feel his craving for her grow with each second, setting her own lusting wants loose. She hears him slowly walk back but can’t see the tray he is bringing back with him. She hears him slide something onto the table and feels his weight make the bed move again. “Back already? I thought you were hungry?”
He lifts a small bottle from the tray, pulls the cork and holds it over her back. “I am.” He pours the dark liquid down her back, smirking as she gasps from the coldness. He corks the bottle again and places it back on the table. He leans forward and gently laps at the liquid on her back, making her moan in pleasure. “Chocolate is always good for a snack.” He whispas has he slowly licks every bit of it off her skin.
He slowly goes through everything on the tray, using her back as a plate for him to eat off of. He can feel the desire burning deep within her as he licks the last traces of juice from her spine.
He moves lower on her body, pushing her legs apart and slowly sliding a finger along her folds. “Let us play a game, you and I.” He whispers softly as his finger spreads the wetness along her folds and across her legs. “I will ask you a series of questions. If you answer, I will reward you.” He slides a finger deep inside her and strokes her gspot. “If not, I will punish you severely.” He pulls his finger out and pinches her clit hard enough for her to gasp in pain. “Now, here’s the first question. What is you name? You neglected to tell me when we first met a few hours ago.”
Her body trembles and he can feel the slightest hint of fear. “Which one? The one I was born with or the one I go by?”
Curiosity piqued now he slides his finger back inside her, eliciting a moan from her. “Both.”
She tries to steady her breathing, knowing the pain will come once she is done. “I go by Allisandra Mueller but I was born Alexandra Lia..” She closes her eyes and her fear grows, knowing he will be very angry. “ Riddle.”

His body still as the last name hits him. He pulls away from her and jumps off the bed. “Riddle? RIDDLE!!!”
She tries not to let his sudden rage overwhelm her. “Please! Let me explain!”
He turns and scowls at her. “How can you explain? Does Albus know who you are?”
“Yes he does!” She finally shouts back, allowing her anger to rise. “He knows everything about me and if you’ll just sit down, you will too!”
He feels her anger and suddenly realizes she’s still not blocking him. He knows that she cannot lie because her emotions will betray her. Knowing she is still trusting him that much calms him down but only slightly. “Explain.”
She rolls over and pushes herself up onto her knees. Her hair falls over her eyes but she can only shake it out of the way since her hands are still tied. Her eyes meet his and he can see the pain there. “where do you wish me to start?”
He watches her intently as the questions tumble through his mind. He finally decides to start with the most important one to him. “How does Albus know you?”
She lifts her head a bit higher, sighing softly. “To tell you that I must tell you how I also know of you.” She tosses her hair with a shake of her head again. “Do you remember in your 6th year a girl who suddenly appeared in the middle of the first semester?”
He crosses his arms over his chest. “I do.”
“She was never seen without a teacher at her side and she never spoke to anyone.” She slowly sags down onto the bed, pulling her legs out from under her. “That girl was me. Albus found me on the street begging for food. He knew who I was immediately and what my gifts were. He brought me to Hogwarts in hopes of teaching me to use my talents for things other than finding food and shelter.” Her eyes close and he can feel the pain build inside her again. “You must understand. My father is Tom Riddle’s Uncle. When he became Voldemort, his first task was to exterminate his whole muggle born family. My father got word of it and hid me away. I didn’t realize that I too had magic in my blood and that my empathy would keep me hidden from my cousin while he was killing my parents. I lived in that house for years after they died, hiding from any human contact except to obtain food. I don’t know when I turned to using my body for the same ends but I knew I could do exactly what each man wanted just by sensing their emotions. I was out doing exactly that one-day when Albus saw me from across a street. He quickly crossed and told me to follow him. I thought he would want the same thing as the rest. I could sense he wanted something but at that point I didn’t care. When he gave me a warm bed and food to fill my belly, I would have done anything for him.
He slowly walks back to the bed, sitting down next to her and pulling her onto his lap. She opens her eyes and he can see the tears hovering there. He gently kisses her eyelids, calming her. “I remember that time. It was said that the sorting hat refused to place you in a house. No one knew your name and to this day it is still spoke of in whispers.”
She snorts in mild amusement. “Yes. That damned hat. One the second day after my arrival, Albus placed the hat on my head. It told me that until I learned to be myself and not other people, I would never be sorted. I never understood then that I had played off of other’s emotions so long, I had no real identity of my own.” She leans against his warm body as he starts to stroke her back again. “Albus decided to put me in classes for the next three weeks and see if I would be able to cope. Instead I almost went crazy. Too many minds. Too many emotions around me. I didn’t have the barriers to protect myself. He finally found a witch with the same abilities as me and sent me to her to learn.”
He gently kisses her neck as he runs his hands down her sides. He can feel her calming more from his attention. “Does your cousin know you live?”
“No.” She chuckles. “I changed my name and under Albus’ direction, I have been able to infiltrate most of my cousin’s allies places without anyone the wiser. You see, I can become anyone the person expects with my gifts. I can be as cruel and base or innocent and sweet as the person receiving me expects. I then get them to tell me all the information they have and leave before they realize their mistake. You aren’t the only spy he has, just the one closest to the enemy.”
Suddenly Snape chuckles, realizing the position they both are in. Both spies for Dumbledore and both highly trusted by the same man even though their backgrounds cry otherwise. He lays her back down on the bed, smiling down at her. “So, my little minx, you are more like me than first thought. That brings me to my next question. Why did you agree to this if you know of me?”
She closes her eyes and moans softly as he slides his finger back inside her, giving the pleasure he had first promised. “I saw you while I was at the school for those three weeks. Something about you caught my attention. Something that I too felt but couldn’t name. Later I saw you from a distance while meeting with Albus to tell him what I had learned from certain contacts. You would always look my way and frown but you couldn’t see me through my hooded cloak. Even then I wanted you but refrained from approaching you. It wasn’t til Albus talked about his growing concern for you that I volunteered.”
“And now?” He gently bites her shoulder, sliding more fingers inside her and pressing harder.
“And now I want more of you.” She gasps.
He smirks and quickly gives her another mind-blowing orgasm. “Good choice.” He whispers in her ear. “If I had know you before now, I would have had to kill you.” He bites down hard enough on her shoulder to draw blood.
She gasps in pleasure. “Then I would’ve had to carry out my orders and kill you.” Her lips twitch up. “Yes. I was given that order years ago while you were still a loyal Death Eater. It was me who convinced Albus to rescind it.”
He glances up at her, eyes locking on hers. To value him even then is beyond his comprehension. “Why?”
Instead of answering verbally, she opens up more and he feels a deep-seated need that echoes his own. A need to be accepted for what is on the inside and to be valued for one’s accomplishments. A need to be accepted and loved for the good and the bad and not be ruled by the past.
He looks away suddenly and she feels the emotions warring inside him again. Part of him wants to hurt her, to silence the knowledge inside her while another part wants to hold her close and never let go. She suddenly smirks. “How does the saying go again? Ah yes! I’d tell ya but I’d have to kill ya! Seems appropriate at the moment doesn’t it?
He narrows his eyes at her, amusement dancing in their depths. “You have quite a mouth on you, don’t you?”
She lifts a brow in thought. “Only when it’s not otherwise occupied.”
“Then I shall remedy that.” He kisses her roughly, bruising her already swollen lips. His hands roam her body, inflaming her again.
She can sense what he wants and that he’s holding back from her. She turns her cravings to share his wants and shows it to him. He lifts his head from her, eyes showing a bit of shock and fear. She can sense that he’s reluctant because of something in his past.
“Trust me Severus.” She whispers huskily. “I won’t hurt you.”