Bound in Leather

it must be set forth here and now that i am dipping my quill into j.k. rowling\'s ink well and borrowing some of her creative genius. said creative genius is being twisted to suit my own purposes, mixed in with a dash of some of my own ideas. most of those are merely twisted. i intend to make no money off this, as i\'m more or less doing this to keep myself off the streets. wouldn\'t want to scare anyone, now would i? come on now, with a name like mine.... it\'s bound to happen sooner or later.

lust is rampant, as most of you have probably figured out. i seem to have a thing for smut, so i\'m afraid you\'ll be forced to sit through it once again. oh, the agony! the horror! at any rate.... you have been warned.

lastly, feel free to drop me some comments and possible suggestions. i have been known to use them on occasion. no flames, though, as i will use them to roast your ass with. and then there\'s the dragon.... well, he\'s never been the same since that movie with the people and the dragons and all the killing.... i think he lost some of his friends in that flick. suffice it to say.... he\'s cranky.

Chapter Six: A Walk in the Park
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The noisy sounds of the busy little diner were cut off from Severus as he lead Al out into the dark. Instead, they were assaulted with the sounds of the night. A few cars passed them, adding the low purr of motors to the call of night birds and crickets. His boots tapped out a rhythm as he walked along the sidewalk. Her hand was still clasped in his, warm and pulsing with life and excitement. Her own shoes, a pair of runners with thick soles, made no noise as she trod along behind him.

He went only a few feet before he realized that he had no idea as to where he was going. He stopped and turned to face Alasdair. There was a street light nearby, so he could see the smile she wore. It gave her a terribly mischievous look, serving to enforce his impression of an impish face. \'What would you like to do?\' he asked her, suddenly finding himself swimming in the deep end of uncertainty. It was a place he disliked being. She made a gesture in the direction they had been walking.

\'There\'s a park just up the road a bit. We can go there if you like,\' Al suggested. He tipped his head to one side as if he were listening to something. Finally, he glanced in the direction she had gestured and nodded, then began walking again. She followed along behind him, content to soak up the comparative silence that shrouded the two of them. She loved being out of doors at night. The music nature made was one of the most soothing things she could think of. The two of them remained silent while they walked.

Al liked her position behind Severus. It allowed her to watch the way his hips rolled, the way the muscles of his behind tightened and flexed. There was something wholly decadent about staring at an ass that looked as good as the one she was presently staring at. His hair swayed in time with his pace, and she found she wanted nothing more than to run her fingers through the silken strands. It was both a calming and terrifying thought all at once.

She saw the opening in the line of trees that signified the park and smiled. The park was a good place for them to have some privacy. She couldn\'t take him to her house, and she didn\'t think that a hotel room was quite what they were looking for, either. So the park it would have to be. It was a small area of city grounds that had been set aside. The grass was green and lush, with children\'s play things in one corner. A set of swings and a slide, a merry-go-round and teeter-totters, as well as some other things for the kids to play on occupied a small part of the park. There were picnic tables and grills, as well as a ball field. Tall trees lined the perimeter, along with being scattered around the open grounds.

Severus turned into the park and looked about, deciding on the cover of trees. He was glad to be in the semi-dark, as he had wicked intentions parading through his mind. They all involved the woman walking behind him. His cock twitched at the thought of Al. He needed this. Badly. He\'d been far too surly this last week. Not that anyone would know it but himself. Still, he had something of an image to maintain.

The shadows cast by the tall trees concealed them from any prying eyes that might be looking. Not that he expected many people to be up and staring out their windows at the moment. It was, after all, just past one in the morning. Most normal people were sleeping at this hour. They found a lone picnic table in the center of a grouping of trees. There was a clearing in the leaves hanging over the table, so that they could look up and see the night sky if they wanted. He saw her settled on the table top, then took a seat next to her.

\' I like coming here. It\'s quiet and secluded. I come here sometimes after I get off work. It gives me some time to be alone,\' she told him, breaking the silence that had hung between them for a time. It also gave him something to talk about, because he\'d suddenly found himself at a loss for words once again. Odd happening for him.

\'Are you telling me you come to this place in the dark? Without any protection?\' he asked her, his black gaze narrowed on her. He heard her chuckle, then looked over to see her looking at him. Moonlight poured down though the gap in the leaf ceiling, bathing her in pale illumination. Her eyes were shining, a smile curving up her lips. When that was all he got as an answer, he went on. He couldn\'t explain why he thought it was necessary to chastise her, but he felt he had to do it. \'Don\'t you understand how dangerous it is for you to do such a thing?\'

\' It\'s no more dangerous than going home,\' she muttered to herself, in what he assumed she thought to be a tone he couldn\'t catch. He heard her, though, and wondered at her statement. She pushed on, speaking loud enough that he could hear her easily. \' It\'s perfectly safe. I\'ve done it hundreds of times. I come sit in the dark and stare up at the night sky. Think about stuff, you know?\'

\'And you cannot do this at your house?\' he questioned, wondering if she had any idea what kind of things lurked in the shadows.

\'Hey!\' she exclaimed, then narrowed her gaze on him. \'How did you know where I worked?\'

\' I believe it was your mother who told me. The woman who answered the door at your house,\' he replied, making note that she had changed the subject with an ease he admired. It meant she had a secret she wasn\'t about to share with him. She looked startled at this bit of knowledge.

\'My house? How do you know where I live?\' she now sounded skeptical. He grinned and gestured to the bag she had slung over one shoulder.

\' I took the liberty of looking at your identification when you were asleep in my bed. Simple enough to do,\' his voice was unrepentant at his obvious illegal invasion of her privacy. She stared at him a moment or two, then gave a faint smile.

\'You looked at my I.D. for what?\' The question hidden within the question was obvious, and he wasn\'t about to fall for it. When he didn\'t answer, she shrugged and went on. \'So my mother gave you the address of The Pit. I\'m surprised she made it to the door. She\'s been so sick lately.\'

\' I noticed that,\' he nodded, her words confirming his previous thoughts. The woman was ill, and he heard the pain clear as day in Al\'s voice when she spoke of her. \'Has she not seen a physician?\' he asked her, curious as to how she would respond. She heaved a big sigh, then gave all her attention to the dark line of a tree trunk.

\'Kevin says he\'s taken her and the doctor said she would be alright after a while,\' she replied. The hard edge to her voice lead him to believe that she was not inclined to take the word of this Kevin person she\'d spoken of.

\'And Kevin is?\' he questioned idly, even while he was wondering why he was bothering with it. He saw out of the corner of his eye that her shoulders had set and her mouth was a thin line. Someone she didn\'t like, that much was obvious.

\'My step-father,\' was the curt reply. Oh no, she didn\'t like the man at all. He remained silent, letting her battle whatever emotion she was feeling at the moment. Instead, he let his gaze rove over the darkened park, seeing in his mind\'s eye small children laughing and running across the grass while sunlight streamed down around them. It was an entirely too domestic vision for his liking. When he blinked and looked back at Al, she had settled on the table on her back, her hands behind her head as she stared up at the stars.

\'The night sky is rather a wonderous thing to look upon,\' he said, tilting his head back to take in the view they had through the curtain of leaves. There were several shining heavenly bodies visible in the clearing. Moonlight still poured through the opening, bathing Al in it\'s silvery glow. She looked to be at peace, laying on her back and merely looking up at the night sky. Even clad as she was in a t-shirt that clung to her curves and a pair of old, worn jeans that brought new meaning to the term \"second skin\" to mind, and her runners, he couldn\'t help but compare her to some ancient, pagan Goddess.

He could just see it in his mind, the moon paying homage to the Goddess as she lay sprawled upon an alter. She would be naked, while her devoted followers offered up tokens of their devotion to her. Somehow, he could see Al in this scenario. The soft glow of moonlight would caress her skin like a lover, it\'s fingers gliding over the smooth skin to dip into every crack and crevice. The image made him hard in an instant. He bit off the groan before it escaped, turning his head so he would not be tormented with the vision of her naked flesh again.

Severus couldn\'t shake the image his mind had conjured. No matter what he tried, it would not leave him. In fact, it clung. Much as her memory had this last week, bringing his erection to a painful intensity. He shifted, hoping to alleviate some of the discomfort brought on by the tight denim he wore. It didn\'t help. He let out a faint growl of frustration. Sitting here like this was doing him no good. Not that being apart from her had done him any good.

Her hand curled over his arm, drawing his attention back to her. She had propped herself up on one elbow and was staring straight at him. There was the tiniest of smiles on her face. He cocked a brow at her. \'What are you thinking about?\' she asked him softly. He almost laughed at that. As it was, he barely kept a wicked smile from making an appearance.

\' It\'s probably best if you didn\'t know,\' he returned. She smiled up at him, her hand moving a few inches toward his hip. He turned his full attention to her, now wishing that they were somewhere with lights so he could see the look in her eyes. He was sure it would prove interesting.

\'Come now,\' she laughed, a tinkling noise that filled the air like tiny bells chiming. \'Don\'t tell me you came all the way here to merely talk to me?\' He gave a faint chuckle, pleasantly surprised to find that she was very perceptive. It was refreshing from the normal fare he got on the road. Most of the women he\'d been exposed to were stupid, or at least liked to act the part. The fact that Al seemed more than capable of stimulating his mind, as well as other parts of his anatomy, was something he found highly attractive.

His gaze roved over her in the silver-white light reflected off the moon, stopping at the point where her breasts jutted out in what he saw as a blatant invitation. He was finding it terribly difficult to fight the need to reach out and touch them. He unconsciously curled his hands into fists in an attempt to keep from grabbing her. He wasn\'t certain she would be receptive to some of his less than socially acceptable ideas in regard to his personal sexual proclivities. Lust sang in his veins, a song he had become accustomed to, and Al was the muse for that song.

\'Severus,\' her voice was no louder than a whisper, and the gentle caress she spoke into his name sent shivers up and down his spine. He turned to look at her, giving her his full attention. Her hand moved once more, not stopping until it rested on the fly of his jeans. \'Tell me what you\'re thinking.\'

\'Better yet,\' the volume of his words matched hers perfectly. His hands reached for her, pulling her up by her arms until she was sitting, facing him. \'Why don\'t I show you?\' Before she could speak or smile, his mouth took hers. His lips were bruising and harsh, pressing against the softness of hers with no small amount of ferocity. As if he were a man too long denied. His hands slipped around her back, pulling her chest tight against his.

He felt her hands as they found their way to his shoulders, slipping behind his back. Her fingers twined in the long strands of his hair, tugging at them in her urgency. He dragged her into his lap. Her thighs straddled his, the most intimate parts of her body pressed hard against his painfully tight erection. He groaned when she shifted her hips, rubbing him through the denim that encased his rigid shaft. He pulled back, struggling not to let her see he was rapidly losing his grasp on his iron control.

She leaned forward, rubbing the peaked tips of her breasts against his chest. Her hot breath fanned his ear as she whispered into it. \' I want to see you naked. I want to feel you inside of me.\' His cock twitched at the words, and it took every ounce of will power he possessed not to orgasm on the spot. Not that he wasn\'t used to the straight forward talk or propositioning. He got it nightly. But he hadn\'t expected something so...... wanton to come from the mouth of a woman he had seen as prim and proper.

There was a glimmer in Al\'s eyes as she slid from his lap, her hands reaching for her t-shirt. She pulled on it, tugging it out of her waist band and over her head. His eyes locked immediately on the mounds of her breasts, encased in the lacey cups of a pale blue bra. Her nipples were hard, pushing the material up. If anything, the sight made his cock harder. She ran her hands down her front, the dainty extremities grazing over her flesh as they made their way to the waistband of her own jeans. With the flick of her wrist, she had the button popped and the zip down.

Severus was pleasantly surprised to see that her panties matched her bra. She toed off her shoes before kicking off her jeans, then leaned over to pull off her socks. He watched her, his eyes following every move her hands made. When she slipped her thumbs beneath the elastic waist of her panties, the black orbs followed the slow descent of the blue scrap of lace. She dropped her bra on top of the pile at her feet and stood before him, bringing to mind the image of the Goddess he\'d had earlier.

\'You haven\'t taken off any of your clothes yet,\' she pointed out, what he would have to call a wicked grin on her face. He saw the look of mischief in her eyes and decided to make her wait. He crossed his arms over his chest, schooling his face into the blank mask that he used for every occasion.

\'And if that\'s not what I came here for?\' he questioned, his voice completely lacking in emotions. She stared at him a moment, and he could see that she thought he was serious. Then her blue gaze raked his length, stopping at the obvious bulge in his crotch. A slow smile spread her lips, and she stepped toward him. Her hands reached out, one of them cupping the hardened length of his erection through the denim while the other worked the top button on his fly out of it\'s hole.

\'This says otherwise,\' she replied cockily, her hand giving a squeeze to the part of his anatomy that was advertising his desire like one of the many billboard signs that lined the roads. He pulled her hands from him, slipping off the table top. She grinned at him, watching as he shrugged out of his bomber jacket, then yanked the t-shirt he wore over his head impatiently. His hands moved to the fly of his jeans. \'Turn around and bend over the table,\' he instructed hoarsely. She nodded wordlessly, then complied.

He watched, his jeans dropped to his ankles, as she turned and bent. She placed her hands on the table, presenting her ass to him. The twin globes were perfectly well formed, as tantilizing as the rest of her. He fought the urge to plunge into her and take her madly. She deserved to be given her own pleasure, a thought that had him wondering when he\'d lost every last one of his brain cells. It had never been high on his to-do list that he should provide pleasure to his partners. Not until now.

He shook the thought off as he stepped up behind her, his hands working her legs open to just the right degree. His fingers skimmed up the insides of her thighs until they touched the soft, swollen, damp lips of her pussy. She made some sound in the back of her throat, her body trembling at the contact. He dipped one finger into the opening, sending it seeking into the warmth of her body. She arched her back, focusing his attention to it as she did so.

A faint discoloration marred her skin. He twisted his finger, plunging it into her deeper. She arched again, giving him a clear view of her back. There was a mark, what he thought to be a bruise, located in the center, just above her waist. He narrowed his gaze on it, but made no comment. Instead, his attention was drawn back to Alasdair as her body clenched tight around his finger. She was hot and wet, ready for him to take her.

Severus withdrew his finger, using the liquid that coated it to cover the head of his cock. When he had finished, he used both hands to hold her lips open while his hips moved forward, bringing the purple head up to rest against her swollen lips. She tossed her head, looking back at him over her shoulder. His gaze locked with hers and he slowly pushed into her welcoming flesh.

He watched her eyes widen, then slowly slip closed as he stopped moving, his turgid length completely buried within her. A soft moan rolled out of her mouth, her body arching back into his. She was hot and tight around him, the wetness making the passage slick, easy to thrust in and out of. He drew his hips back, ready to push forward once again. The purr of an engine found it\'s way into his ears, bringing his head around to look over his shoulder.

A car was moving up the road along side the park, reminding him that they were out in the open. His wand was still in the sleeve of his jacket, and he didn\'t dare pull away from her. Should he do that, Al would look back at him to find out what the problem was. He knew women well enough to know that much. Instead, he gave all his concentration to what he wanted done, finding it rather easy to cast a simple spell to divert the eye, should anyone look their way. As an after thought, he added a silencing spell as a precautionary measure. With that done, he gave his attention back to the woman beneath him.

He eased into her slowly, feeling the walls of her pussy stretch to accomodate his cock. She shivered, a sound so soft slipping from her throat that he almost missed it. He filled her to the brim, his hands curling around her to steady them both. He couldn\'t help the moan of satisfaction that rose to his lips. It carried softly into the night, as well as the sound of skin slapping against skin as he began to stroke in and out with a slow, steady rhythm.

\' Oh, that feels so good,\' Al sighed out, startling him. Their last encounter had seen her silent and almost completely docile beneath him. This time around, she was like a wild woman. Her hips rocked back to meet his with his thrusts with a great deal of enthusiasm. And it made him wonder why she hadn\'t questioned his being there other than to ask him if he was supposed to be in Denver. Almost as if she\'d been expecting him. Almost as if she had bewitched him.

Severus had spent much of his solitary life studying any information he could get into his hands. Many of the people he\'d associated and dealt with when he\'d still been Hogwart\'s Potions Master had thought that he was only concerned with the Dark Arts. It was an image he\'d not gone out of his way to discourage. But he had read anything he could get his hands on, from every piece of literature written for the Wizarding world to that of the Muggle world. He\'d read all about some of the creatures Muggles had named legend or imaginary. They would be shocked to find that much of it really did exist. He found that he was now reflectiong on something he had read in Muggle literature. Something he\'d scoffed at when he\'d first seen it, as Muggles had no clue as to what they were talking about.

The pieces of the puzzle clicked together in a blinding flash of insight that sent his temper boiling. As ludicrous as it sounded, Alasdair Maeve Wyndham was some sort of witch. Oh, not the kind that he was familiar with. He was absolutely certain she had no wand, and didn\'t know that brooms could actually fly and carry people upon them. No, she was another sort of witch. The kind that could bind without spells. With a more subtle kind of magic. It would explain his thoughts of the past week, how he couldn\'t get her out of his mind. She had, with some form of magic he hadn\'t even deemed worth acknowledgment, bespelled him with an unearthly lust for her. And her alone.

He felt the need to strike out at her well up in his veins, mixing with the passion that was already running through his blood with reckless abandon. It brought out some of the darker needs he kept locked away. He was suddenly overcome with the need to hurt her for what he saw as her crime. For making him desire her as he had no other, he wanted to punish her. The thought had barely coalesced in his brain before he found himself acting on it.

His hips plunged forward, sending his cock deep into her pulsing pussy. She groaned, her body rocking forward with his movement. He heard her fingernails curl into the wood of the table beneath her, the slight scratching sound they made as the dug into the plank. Her head fell forward, a cascade of honey brown tresses obscuring his view of her face. Some part of him, the Death Eater part that would never leave him, couldn\'t have it. One of his hands snaked forward, curling tightly into the hair by her scalp. He pulled back, dragging her head with him. Her eyes were closed while her mouth was slightly parted. Faint whimpers and groans poured out of her mouth as he shoved into her time and again.

He could feel the darkness as it spread, burning inside of him like a light. There was a part of him that tried to stem the wave of absolute evil that wanted to swallow him and use him as it had once before. It was only partially successful, holding back the worst of it. But that part of him couldn\'t stop it all, and he found himself pounding into Al forcefully. Had she not been moaning with joy, he might have been able to talk himself back to reality. As it was, her obvious enjoyment of it only encouraged the darkness to overwhelm her with more pain.

\'Do you like that?\' his voice was as dark as his passions, his mouth just a hair\'s breadth from her ear. She tried nodding, but he gave no quarter. Instead, she groaned, then hissed out and affirmative answer as he ground against her. \'Do you wish for me to fuck you harder?\'

\'Yes!\' she wailed helplessly, her hips rocking back into each of his powerful thrusts. Each one saw him fully buried within her. The muscles in her pussy clenched tight, milking at his throbbing erection with determination. He grinned, though he knew she couldn\'t see it. She wouldn\'t be able to turn her head without his permission or rippipng a large quantity of her hair out. He would enjoy this bout of shagging, then he\'d head back to Denver and put the girl from his mind once and for all.

Al bit her lip to keep from crying out. He was pistoning in and out ruthlessly. She had sensed the change in him almost immediately, but couldn\'t name what had brought it about. She knew that she would ache come the morning, but she didn\'t care. For the moment, nothing and no one existed for her beyond Severus Snape and his talented cock as it drove into her, pushed her closer to he edge. She knew her nails were leaving little crescents in the table top. She didn\'t care. Let someone wonder at who made them and why. She needed this. He made her feel alive.

He was to the point of violence. She felt a certain tension running in his body as it touched hers time and time again. She knew that she wouldn\'t let any other man use her in such a way. And she knew he was using her. But the feel of his erection stabbing into her was enough to start her on the road to orgasm. The force behind his movements, the anger she knew was bubbling below the surface, added to the building of her coming release. She gave a loud moan as he penetrated deep. The head of his stiff member slammed into her cervix. It made her writhe in a mix of ecstacy and pain.

His fingers tightened in her hair, around her hip, while his strokes shortened in length. His speed increased, and the slapping sounds grew. She felt sweat break out all over her skin. Her back bowed, and tears pricked her eyes. Her orgasm was hovering, waiting for one good motion to break the wall that held it back. Her fingertips hurt, and she was certain she could feel blood trickle down her chin from where she\'d bitten into her lip. He gave a bruising thrust, pausing for a moment to leave his cock completely within her, that sent her over the edge. With a loud cry, she burst into orgasm. Her pussy squeezed him tight, holding him in place while she rode the waves of burining desire that threated to roll her under and take her to the bottom.

Severus felt her cum, felt her body grab his and try to drag him into the abyss after her. He determinedly held onto his anger, onto the need that was co-mingled with it. He stayed still for a few moment until the death grip her spasming walls had on him loosened. Then he went back to spearing himself in and out of her without remorse.

The keening wail that rose up was soft, yet loud enough that he knew it was not only from her passions, but the pain he was giving to her, as well. He smiled to know that he had achieved that one act. It was petty and beneath him, but he wanted her to remember him with the same fervency that he intended to use to forget her. He wanted her to need him as much as he didn\'t need anyone. It was no less than she deserved for putting him through hell this past week.

He felt the pressure in his lower back, just as he felt his balls draw up. He would not be able to withstand for much longer. So he let his natural tendencuies take over. His hips thrust faster, harder. He drilled into her fluttering pussy, sending little aftershocks rocketing through her system. She was silent now, and he knew it was all she could do to draw a breath. Perhaps he would be generous and allow her a second orgasm. A small going away gift. The thought brought one of his faint sneers to the surface. Yes, let the little chit have something else to remember him by.

He removed his hand from her hip, bringing it around until it was under her, slipping between her spread thighs. She gasped when one of his nails flicked over her clit, her body rocking back into his with a great deal of force. While she was still partially stunned from the small bit of pleasure he\'d sent spiralling through her blood stream, he brought a second finger up to join the first. They pinched at the hard nubbin. The action practially ripped a scream from her throat. Her body jerked beneath his, her back coming up to meet his chest as he shoved himself all the way in.

With a loud groan, he lost the battle. He came hard, hot fluid spurting up into her welcoming pussy as he found his release. He lost track of himself for several moments, the world fading away as he felt the pleasure he got from the more violent part of the joining course through him. When he was aware of his surroundings again, it was to feel Al shuddering beneath him, her muscles spasming involuntarily with the after shocks of her orgasm. She slowly collapsed the to table top, resting her weight on it as she struggled to regain her breath.

\'Oh my god....\' she moaned. \'That was.....\'

He didn\'t bother to listen. He pulled from her, turning to find his clothes. He didn\'t want to see that delectable ass turned toward him, or he would most assuredly forget his purpose and go soft on her. He didn\'t want to do that. He wanted to forget her, to drive her memory from his head. He wanted to get on with his life and not have to worry about needing anyone but himself.

When he was fully dressed, he turned to find her still panting against the table top. Her head rested on the cool wood, and the moon light reflected off the droplets of sweat the slicked her back. He gathered up her things and moved to the table, dropping them on the wooden surface next to her. \'Get dressed,\' he ordered softly. She nodded, too dazed to speak. Her movements were slow and jerky, but she got her clothes on, hiding her tempting flesh from his view. Wordlessly, he scooped up her bag and slipped it up her arm to rest on her shoulder where it had been when she\'d left the diner, then pointed her toward her car.

She took the subtle hint and moved forward, walking in a sort of daze toward the sidewalk. He should let her make it to her car by herself. It was none of his business if anything happened to her on the way back. She wasn\'t his responsibility. But his sense of duty, of warped honor, wouldn\'t allow him to let her make the short journey back on her own. He followed in her wake, his black eyes scanning the dark around them until she was once more at her car.

\'Thank you,\' she said. It was simple and heart-felt. It made him want to feel like a heel and apologize. He shoved the feeling away and forced his face to show nothing to her. Instead, he nodded curtly. \'Good night.\'

\'Good evening. I wish you to know that I.....\' he stopped himself before he said something stupid. Like I enjoyed myself. He changed his words and went on. \' I want you to know that I will not be back after tonight.\'

\'Oh,\' she blinked, then nodded slowly. He couldn\'t tell what her reaction to that was, and he really didn\'t care. He merely wanted done with her. He pushed aside the feeling he had, the one that made him wish he wasn\'t hurting her. Then the guilt hit him as he noticed that she moved a little gingerly to her car. He had been too rough with her, had hurt her physically. He had to lock the apology that sprang to his lips for that away in the dark recesses of his brain. He would not say anything to her, would not apologize for something he felt was her fault in the first place. Bewitched... bespelled. This woman had a magic all her own.

The engine on the little car turned and caught. She gave him a faint uplifting of her lips that could have been a smile, then put the automobile in gear and pulled out of the parking space. He watched her drive away, waited until her tail lights had disappeared. Then he moved into the shadows.

Curse him for a fool. He never should have come here tonight!

He didn\'t bother to muffle the sound of his Apparating. A loud CRACK echoed in the night as the lone figure suddenly disappeared.

end chapter six.
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all my thanks to my beta, madam shark..... as well as my little group of faithful readers. you know who you are. you all make me so deliriously happy, it\'s not funny. talk about big goofy grin!

to Celticwitch.... thanks for reading. i love your stuff, too.

to deblovesdragon... yes dear, you are better then Trelawney. here you go!

to Sillymom001.... new best friend? i can always use a good friend! i\'m gald you\'re enjoying this and see it as a pick me up. i hope you like this chapter as well. and, i wouldn\'t mind having Severus the Rock God cooking in my kitchen, either..... something about long hair and leather. yummmm...ooops, need the drool bucket now.

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i hope you all like the chapter, and i want you to know that this is only.....oh gods, i\'m gonna use the \"p\" word here..... plot.things will end up working themselves out. promise. hey, don\'t look at me like that! would i lie to you? wait... don\'t answer that.