Insistent

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Severus slammed the door to his chambers and threw himself on the couch. Summoning some biscuits and bottle of Firewhisky he turned to a smirking Abigail and said, “You enjoy turning my life upside down, don’t you?”

She grinned, and made a move to the couch with her own glass. “Its and little early in the day for a drink but I would never make you indulge alone. What are we drinking to?”

“My apparent sex life,” he said as he raised his glass to her, “thank you for that. It was most interesting to see the people I work with stumble and fall over themselves.”

“Your welcome.” He shot her a look that let her know he was being sarcastic. “They deserved it; you should have heard those questions.”

“That is neither here nor there woman. The last thing I need is the staff wondering too much about our ‘relationship’.”

“Why? You ashamed of me also?”

“Don’t be a ninny. What do I have to be ashamed of? It complicates matters with Dumbledore. He needs to be in the dark about some things.”

An owl flew in from the fireplace and landed beside Abigail’s drink. She looked at the creature. Slowly, she took the scroll that was proffered and unrolled it.

Bill’s tiny scrawl was there. She read the note. She read it again. Tossing it into the bin she dismissed the owl to the owlery where he was certain to find food, water and lodging.

Snape sighed. He new that he needed to talk to her about the Weasley boy but what to say? He had always respected the elder Weasley boys. Charlie and Bill. Certainly he gave them a hard time at school, but who didn’t he give a hard time? Charlie was always outside with Hagrid and Bill was an acceptable potion maker. Truth told, he would have thought that Bill would have been a good match for Abigail. He wondered why the boy just couldn’t have told his parents something about her to pacify her. Well the answer to that was quite simple. He was a Gryffindor. Through and through. He did not know how to just tell what was asked and no more.

Severus ran his hands through his hair and poured himself another drink. He looked over at the girl, no, woman, on his couch beside him. She would be in need soon. He was going to have to make a choice. Help her understand that Bill was an idiot and most likely is truly sorry and send her off to him knowing full well that when Arthur and Molly found out everything she would be back, or take matters into his own hands as he had done in the past.

“Have you considered that the boy really did not know what to say? Tell me, how honest have you been with him? Does he know what and who you are? Who your father is? Because if he knows truthfully who your father is, not who most people think is your father, then I can’t fault him for not knowing what to tell his parents.”

“He knows that the man who lives with my mother is not my real father. He knows that my father is imprisoned for war crimes. He knows that I am related to an ancient Innocent. He knows that you and I have had a relationship for many years. He is tortured by this. He has never asked if it was sexual, but he assumes it was. He believes the rumors from our school days.”

She took a long pull of her drink and began again, “He told me it didn’t matter who my father was or what he did or what he believed in, that he, Bill, wanted to be with me. Wanted to love me. I felt so safe in his arms. I felt like I finally had everything I ever wanted with someone who wanted to give it to me. I wasn’t chasing a phantom. I wanted to tell mother about him. So I did. She was happy for me, but concerned. With all the talk about the Dark Lord lately, she was worried what father would do. I visit him in Azkaban. The beautiful man he once was is fading. His skin is sallow and his eyes have no light in them. People say I look like him. I think it’s a compliment if I do, he was gorgeous.

The sex was satisfying. Incredibly satisfying. I had never been with a man my age that made me feel like that before. He had just enough of a dark side in him to send me over the edge.”

She stopped and refilled her empty glass, noticing that she and Snape had drank the better part of the bottle. “Tell me, Professor,” she whispered, “what do I think?”

“I think that he didn’t know how to respond to the questions his parents were asking. I think that he realized that he didn’t know the answers. Abigail Thompson. Known step daughter of a known Death Eater. A known Death Eater whom escaped prison on a lie.” He barked out a laugh, “Just think if he knew you were actually Abigail Dolohov.”

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Bill Weasley had not truly enjoyed his day with his family. He was pleased to see them. He enjoyed spending time with them, but his mind drifted back to Abby and the look in her eyes as she left his home. His bed was cold. He knew she was with Snape and that he was most likely making her forget all about the “eldest Weasley”, as Snape so often referred to him.

When Bill had first seen her again, he knew that now was his real chance at capturing her heart. Snape was no where around to interfere with him talking to her. Snape had always been there when not just him but any boy at school tried to speak to her intimately. The Gryffindors had tested this theory. They had sent many different boys out to find her and just speak to her, quietly and in the corners of the school. Making certain that there was nothing untowardly in the verbiage, asking about things like classes or what was on the menu for lunch. Snape always turned up and always made the boy run away. This led to people thinking Snape held a special place for her, but when she was seen leaving his personal quarters in their 7th year and always in his personal lab, the school knew he had marked her as his lover.

It was wrong. Professors are not supposed to be able to fancy students. But Dumbledore allowed it. Maybe he believed that it was not true. Maybe that was the case until Dumbledore saw her in his quarters with his own eyes. Then there was no denying it. He had to fire Snape. But that day never came. Dumbledore was again defending Snape by not saying anything about the relationship. Bill and Abby had gotten close in their 7th year, he, Head Boy, she, Head Girl. They had planned many outings, parties, and events together. He thought she found him attractive. He would catch her staring at him every once in a while. It was unnerving being under that gaze. When she really looks at you, the oddness of her eyes make you feel—something but Bill could not explain what.

He longed to have her back with him now. Now that her gaze held pleasure and her touch was ecstasy. He had found her brilliant on top of beautiful. She held many mysteries but he was willing to wait them out. Or, was he? Is that why he failed to tell his family about her? Was it because he did not know what to say? When it came right down to it, what did he know about her? Her father and step father were Death Eaters. One was in Azkaban, one narrowly escaped. He had never been told her true fathers identity. She never looked as if she wanted to tell him. He only knew about her what he must in order to have a relationship with her. She knew all about his large family. He spoke endlessly about growing up the eldest of 7. He was proud of his parents and siblings. They talked about what he wanted in life.

Looking back, he could never remember a time when he asked specific questions about her family or her wants or needs that she didn’t direct the conversation towards him and his wants.

Looking back, he now realizes that it was a strategic move. She was casting off the questions he asked about her.

Charlie Weasley sat down beside his brother and asked “You want to talk? It’s just me and you. Just like the old days. You know that you can tell me anything and I will not judge you.”

Bill regarded his brother for a few moments. He and Charlie had always been close. Talking to him was so easy, so natural. Bill opened his mouth and the words just tumbled out.

“I was falling in love with her and I fucked it all up. I just didn’t know if mum and dad would see her in the way that I see her. I see her as just—her. Not Slytherin, not daughter of a Death Eater, not an Innocent. I see her as Abigail. Nothing more, nothing less. Why I didn’t just tell mum and dad that, I don’t know.”

“Because, Bill, mum and dad would care that you were seeing a Death Eaters daughter and you knew it then and you know it now. They would have flipped. Maybe not right then in front of her but defiantly later while you were alone. And truth, Bill, I don’t know what an Innocent is. All my years at Hogwarts failed to teach me that one, but I am certain that mum and dad know and would likely think it of dark magic.”

“It’s not dark magic. And they didn’t teach it at Hogwarts. Truthfully, I don’t really know what it is. She hasn’t really explained much. I haven’t really asked much. I know that her grandmother was set free. So I am assuming that means that it is some form of servant role.”

“The only magic they don’t teach at Hogwarts is dark magic! For crying our loud, how can you tell me its not dark when you don’t know what it is?”

Bill got up from the table and walked around to the cabinet. Pulling out a new Firewhisky bottle and two clean glasses he sat down and poured him and Charlie a drink. Bill tossed back his first drink and poured another.

“I never knew you to be such a drinker,” Charlie stated.

“I didn’t know myself.”

“Maybe we should talk about why you’re drinking,” Charlie said.

“I’m drowning my sorrows. I know where she is. I know what she’s doing. I know who she is doing it with. Did you ever stop and think, the girl that rolled out of my bed, where did she go? Whose bed did she crawl into? It never bothered me before now. I always knew when a girl and I broke up that both of us would find someone new to have sex with, sometimes it was minute’s later, sometime days later. I never thought about how it would feel to really lose someone and know they had another to run to and know that they would run to them and loathe the person they ran to.”

“What the bloody hell are you on about? She only left two days ago. You act like the end of the world is upon us. Look, Bill, send her an owl, tell her you’re sorry and turn on the charm you have always possessed.”

“I have,” Bill said loudly, “I sent her an owl, I haven’t heard from her. I am not going to hear from her. Don’t you understand? I tried for years to get her to notice me in school. Now that we are away from school she finally looked my direction and I fucking blew it by not manning up. Good gods, man! She is never going to pay any mind to me ever again!”

“Then she’s not worth it.” Charlie looked his brother in the eye. He took a swig of his whiskey and slammed the glass on the table. “If the woman will not even give you the chance to explain yourself, she’s not worth this misery, mate.”

“Did I mention that I think I’m in love with her?” Bill asked.

“Several times. Where do you think she is?”

“I don’t think. I know,” Bill took another shot of whiskey and look at his brother, “she’s with Snape.”

There was a slightly entertaining look on Charlie’s face, “The rumors were true?” he asked.

“Assume so. Her and the git are very friendly. I know that I am the only person her age that she’s been with. She said so. I’m really just guessing that they were lovers, but it fits. She was always with him at school. Even during her free time, she chose to visit him. He was always so protective of her. I don’t know about you, but if I could have spent time with any teacher in school it wouldn’t have been Snape. He is one mean prat.”

“Hey, Bill, you don’t think that maybe its completely opposite do you? Like for example, what if the Death Eater that she’s related to is Snape? That would make sense of why they were so close.”

“Her real father is in jail. Her step-father is the Thompson man who is related to the Malfoy’s. That’s how he got out of going to prison. That much I have gathered on my own. But Snape was pointed at as being a Death Eater. That could be a connection. Or maybe she just prefers Death Eaters, maybe I should join up. Take the mark and run around torturing people and murdering people for no good reason. Maybe then—“

Charlie was laughing. “Do you know how stupid that sounds? Oi, my names Weasley, yeah, my dad loves all things muggle but it pisses me off…thinking I might like to try killing a few, if you don’t mind that is!”

“Not funny. At all,” stated Arthur in a demanding voice. “The two of you are drunk. Go sleep it off. Oh, Bill, should I ever hear you say again that you even for a moment— “.

“Dad, I was only joking around”

“Again, not funny.”


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Severus Snape was drunk. Really drunk. For the first time in a long while he had polished off the majority of his liquor cabinet and was giggling like a school girl with a former student.

“Remember the time that Hufflepuff Jerry Rogers nearly blew up your classroom making a homemade pregnancy prevention potion? I thought you were going to kill him!! The vein in your head popped out about two feet and you said, ‘Mr. Rogers, if you are not able to successfully brew a potion to keep your sexual partners pregnancy free, maybe that should tell you that your future partners reside as Hagrid’s pets. You might try bestiality as means to an end.’”

“It was not my fault that the boy was an idiot. I have had many students who were.” Severus had relaxed on his couch. He was currently lying back staring at the ceiling. “I have had a few that weren’t idiots. There have not been many—“. Severus closed his eyes and drifted off in thought for a few moments.

He must have fallen asleep. He was dreaming. A wet tongue was running down his stomach as he felt hands undo his trousers. His half hard cock was delighted when it was buried in beautiful moisture. He could feel himself getting hard and scooted downwards to make himself more comfortable. He groaned as he felt a tender hand take his penis and begin to stroke it, the wetness drifted towards his testicles and soon enough one was in that moist heat being rolled around. ‘Damn’, he thought, ‘that does feel wonderful.’ Slowly, he pace increased, and he opened his eyes. Staring at the ceiling, he was lost in the sensation of the most glorious blow job he’d received in quite some time. His fingers intertwined with her hair and he set the pace of her long strokes, “Damn that feels nice” he groaned at her.

She began to move up his body, kissing and licking as she climbed, “Touch me,” she whispered and he obeyed, without thought. His hands found her tight stomach and from there one went to her bum and the other to her breast. “Magnificent” he said aloud. “Beautiful”.

Slowly she brought her sex directly above his and gently eased down on top of him. He felt her barrier and knew he was going to have a time entering. His hands took hold of her hips and guided her south. “It may hurt for a moment,” he whispered. She smiled at him and pressed downward sheathing him into her. “Look at me Severus” she said and captured his face in her hands as she stared into his eyes. “Don’t take your eyes off mine.” He did as he was told.

His hands roamed her body as she rode him. He took turns suckling each breast and felt an urge to mark her as his.

There was a tingling in the back of his brain that something about this was all wrong.

“Severus, you feel so good inside me. Is there anything I can do for you? Is there something you desire that I can give?” she asked, reaching around and grasping his balls in her hand. Riding his cock, rolling his balls in her hand, he was in ecstasy.

“I want—,” he started.

“What do you want, my love?”

He rolled her over and began to pound into her. Grabbing her arms he secured them with a charm over her head. He took her legs and bent them up to where her thighs were against her bosom. He reached under her and grabbed her ass pulling it off the floor. He was now pounding into her so hard, each stroke hitting that secret spot. The moaning in his ears was getting louder, he could feel his balls tightening and knew it wouldn’t, couldn’t be long now. Licking his thumb he pressed it against her clit and began to massage it. Her body bucked at his.

“Yes, my pet, come for me. I want to feel your juices dripping down my cock, past my balls and onto my legs. Come for me.”

Abigail thought she might explode, she wanted so desperately to touch him, “Release my arms, I want to feel you!”

“Feel me? Ah, I have a better way.”

Flipping her onto her knees, he tilted her buttocks into the air and aligned his dick with her puckered anus. “Feel me, you say? Little one, you will feel more than ever.”

He pushed into her ass, she tightened and let out a yelp, “Calm yourself woman, I will not hurt you—much.”

She tried to relax and he pressed further. Suddenly, he was buried inside her and she experienced the incredible sensation of fullness. He began to stoke her clit as he pumped in and out of her hole. The noises she was making sounded unlike any she had ever made. If she were to think on it, they sounded animalistic. She didn’t care. This was bliss. This was the best feeling in the world. This is what she was looking for.

“OH GODS, Severus! I’m going to cum. OH GODS! Yes, faster!” she growled.

He picked her up so that her back was touching his chest and grabbed her ear with his teeth, “Is this what you wanted? HMM? To fuck your professor? Is this how you like it?”

‘Gods, yes,’ she thought, ‘don’t stop’.

“Answer me, child!” he screamed at her.

“Yes! This is what I want! I want my professor to fuck me! Yes! Don’t stop!”

He felt her walls tighten around him and knew that it was all right to let himself finish. He tossed her aside and fell to the floor, wandlessly he summoned a coverlet and let sleep overtake him as he felt her body spoon against his.

"This was a fucking mistake," he said softly.

The last thing he heard as he drifted off was the sigh of her contentment.

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