What Else Is There?

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You make me feel

like I am whole again

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All was certainly lost. Lupin was dead. Dumbledore was forced into near-hidden state, for he was the last and most sought-after mark on The Dark Lord’s list. Voldemort’s growing numbers of supporters were becoming overwhelming, and the people crossing over had been shocking to witness as well. Even the Weasley’s – well, Molly and her three remaining children at least – had claimed their devotion to him.



Severus knew that they, like so many others, did not have their heart into it. They only wished to survive and protect their families from his wrath. Morality was becoming a thing of the past, and this new way of thinking was infectious.



Hogwarts had been re-opened and he had been made the official Headmaster. For the time being however, this was merely a title, for Snape was needed at his master’s side, now more than ever.



As talented and powerful the Dark Lord was, it was becoming apparent to Severus that his soullessly blind rage was beginning to take it’s toll on his senses, rendering him less sharp and more manic. Though Voldemort would never admit it, he was beginning to recognize this as well and was requesting Snape’s company and advice more often than ever before.



At first when things had started going his way, the little bit that was left of Tom Riddle had first rejoiced, bringing Lord Voldemort to a height of pleasure as he watched those who would deny him fall – one by one on his command. But now, upon the dawn of his true victory – the very goal of his long and sinful road of pain and murder – he seemed almost to be dying from the inside, as if something in him was afraid of succeeding.



Snape had never expected to see this in the man he had once laid his true devotion to and allowed himself to be branded as such to show weakness. Then again, many great geniuses and leaders through history eventually became mad with power and lost their brilliance eventually.



It seemed he, Voldemort’s right hand man would indeed be the one to pull the strings. Already he was making moves to lessen the cruelty of the way their regime took control. He couldn’t stop the human-enslavement, but he’d managed to lessen the counts of murder and rape so many Death Eaters were found accountable of.



“The new royalty is land, my good man.” Lucius Malfoy was leaning casually on the headmaster’s bookcase as Severus scribbled notes on parchment in front of him, brows furrowed as he tried to tune out the man’s drawling. Malfoy had taken a lot more time than usual to visit him since his power had increased. “I say… Eastern Canada seems pleasing to the eye. A good place to set up home and raise a family. I think Wormtail’s getting an island in the Bahamas to rot on.”



“Indeed.” Severus mumbled frowning at a mistake he’d made in his notations.



There was a great pounding on his door and he sighed. “Enter.”



Horace Slughorn hobbled inside, sweating profusely as he dabbed at his forehead with a handkerchief. “Headmaster, young Master Malfoy has returned from his… his mission.” Severus knew the man was going to say ‘raid’, but such terminology was considered unacceptable. “He says he’s captured someone the… the Dark Lord has been looking for, and wishes you to notify him.”



“And who, pray tell is this someone?” Snape glanced up with mild interest and placed down his quill.



“A young woman by the name of Evans, I believe.”



“Imagine that.” Lucius scoffed and approached Severus, waving his finger proudly. “I told you my son would make a name for himself. Tracked down the little harlot.”



“Both of you. Leave.” Severus remained emotionless and got to his feet. “Have Draco bring her here.”



Neither man said a word. He didn’t bother to look at their faces as they exited. He was always cold and uncaring, so they couldn’t possibly read his emotions unless they were looking him in the eyes.







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Bridget had no inkling as to where she was. It had only taken a few hours to realize she was still a poor flyer and landed in the nearest town she could see. Even as she met the ground, she tumbled off her broom and rolled onto a grassy hill, her belongings spreading out over about a yard’s worth of distance.



Muttering to herself she began collecting each item and replacing them into her bag.



“Don’t hurt me!” The voice of a small child caught her attention. What was left of the sun was blocked out by the dark storm clouds, but she could still see quite clearly as the blond-pigtailed girl fell to her knees and covered her head.



Bridget blinked and took a couple steps closer. “Of course I won’t hurt you.” She furrowed her eyebrows and reached out her gloved hand, but the girl cried out and crawled further away.



“You’re a witch.” The girl squeaked, muffled as she was covering her face.



She’d taken a moment to gather her surroundings. The place looked abandoned. The entire town was a few scattered cabin homes and one long street that made up the center in the distance. “Where are your parents, honey?”



“You witches killed them!” The girl sobbed, lifting her reddened freckled face in anger.



“I… I’m not like them.” Bridget clenched her jaw. Everything had changed since she last left her home.



“Why did they kill them!” The girl demanded, collapsing on the ground, her already tattered dress of yellow paisley collecting more dirt in her crying.



“Oh… I… I’ll take care of you.” Bridget ran to the girl’s side and took her limp body in her arms. “They killed my parents too, you know.” She whispered, wiping the child’s’ face of mud and tears.



“They… they did?” The girl looked up, took a sniff and smiled weakly as Bridget nodded. “I’m sorry. My name’s Darla. What’s yours?”



“Bridget.” She sighed, holding Darla tighter.



“I saw you flying on a broomstick. If you’re a witch why did they kill you mommy and daddy?”



“It’s a little complicated.” She smirked, brushing hair out of the little girl’s face. “You see there’s this… this man named Voldemort who-“



There was a crashing sound coming from the side of them as a band of wizard boys appeared. Darla screamed and Bridget cried out, placing the young girl behind her and standing up, wand out-stretched.



“EXPELLIARMUS!” “LEVICORPUS!”



“Who dared to speak the Dark Lord’s name?” A boy who seemed about her age marched forward, a slick mop of blond hair atop his head, and a look of malicious enjoyment in his eyes.



“Oh come off it Draco. It’s the girl who had the wand o’ course.” One of his over-sized lackeys sighed, letting his wand hand fall to his side.



“Shut it, Crabbe.” Draco rolled his eyes as he continued to suspend Bridget in the air. “Tell me your name, girl.”



She shut her eyes in thought. “Cecilia Jones.”



“Never heard of it… you must be a mudblood.”



“Whatever that means.” Bridget waved her shoulders about indignantly.



The boy named Draco’s eyes darkened. “Don’t get smart with me, girl.



“Leave Bridget alone!” Darla cried out, getting to her feet and grabbing on to Bridget’s leg.



“Shut that bitch up.” Draco spat, smirking up at Bridget. “Let’s try this again.”



“Petrificus Totalus!” Crabbe called out, sending Darla to the ground, her entire body stiff and motionless.



“Tell me your last name… or I’ll crucio your little muggle friend till she begs for death.”



This was a word Bridget did understand. She’d seen her mother be put under that curse. The image of her pain haunted her still. “Bridget Evans.” She watched as they drug the girl off and placed her in magical bonds, burning a number into her flesh with Crabbe’s wand and readying her to be sold off into service.



The boy seemed to pause in thought, his cold gray eyes sliding to the side as if he was trying to remember where he’d heard the name before. Licking his top lip he pulled out a mirror from his robes and started talking to it. “Carrow, check the files for the last name Evans.” There was a long period of silence. “Carrow? Did you hear me?”



She could hear a stifled voice coming from the mirror, but she couldn’t understand it.



After a moment, Draco shook his head and tisked with his tongue, smirking as the rain picked up and thunder seemed to howl angrily. He tucked the mirror smartly back into his robes. “Tried to fool me again. Bridget Potter, a pleasure. You’re coming with us.”





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“We found her near Alderley Edge.”



Bridget was dragged in, blinded and bound with various magical bonds. A smug-looking young Malfoy had forced her in by her arm. By the stoic look on her face, she’d also been deafened. “I thought I should bring her to you since the Potters had been your job. Here’s her wand.”



“You’ve done well, Draco.” Snape folded his arms slowly and slid to him, smirking in feigned approval as he accepted her wand – Lily’s wand – and tucked it into his robes. The boy was arrogant and clever much like his father. He, like Lucius knew that they needed to be on Severus’ good side. “Leave her with me… I shall take it from here. Now please… return to your dormitory. You’ve done enough for one evening. If your grades are of any importance to you, you could do with some study.”



Draco opened his mouth as if to protest, but closed it and turned to leave, muttering under his breath. He’d been laboring for many years under the idea that such things as grades didn’t matter anymore. As long as Severus had some form of power, the arena of academia would hold merit.



Left alone at last, Severus came close to the girl, their bodies facing opposite ways, his shoulder leaning in front of hers. Her eyelids remained shut, and she breathed as if dreaming. His face neared hers and she seemed to react as if sensing a new presence. Cautiously she turned her face and his stomach dropped when he saw a bruise on her now-exposed neck. Something in her face changed as their skin closed distance, and he saw her purse her lips slightly in confusion as he lifted a hand to touch the damaged skin with tender fingers.



“Isn’t she a bit young for you?” Nigellus had suddenly slunk into his portrait, leaning back into his chair and grinning silkily at the two of them as he brought his fingers together in a steeple. “Don’t let me stop you. And they said that I was the cruelest headmaster. Tsk tsk.”



Severus’ lip curled. “You know nothing of my intentions, Phineas.”



At the sound of the portrait’s sniggering, he took Bridget’s arm as softly as he could and led her towards a curtained part of the wall. He lifted his wand and touched the fabric, the words “Procer Dimidium Cruor.” Rolling off his tongue.



Soon they were inside, Bridget still blinded and bound. His sleeping quarters were neat and spacious with a number of bookcases, a bed that was platformed with black and silver gauze. The fire burned brightly against the chill and rain outside and there was a large window with an area to sit in. This was not Dumbledore’s old room. Severus had added an extension with certain magics that made it unnecessary to build, as he respected the man too much to take such a personal space for his own.



He knew he was procrastinating as he poured himself some wine. There was no doubt that news of the girl’s capture would eventually reach The Dark Lord, and if Severus didn’t work quickly his time elapse would be questioned. Bridget had been breathing deeply since they’d arrived, her face moving slightly as if she was trying to figure out where she was. By the way she didn’t speak, he realized they must have punished her for speaking out of turn.



With a small sigh and a glance at the floor, he fixed his sleeves and hair idly, still buying more time before he released her. He’d abandoned her. An entire month he had left her alone, fully aware that her last remaining guardian, Lupin had been captured and couldn’t have tended to her. For his own selfish reasons he’d decided leaving her would be for the best. Now she would have to face the cold truth, the truth that a life of lies would await her if she wished to live on… The sort of life he led was something he did not want her to go through.



Managing a slightly stern face, he lifted his wand and wordlessly unbound her.



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At first she didn’t notice anything different. She’d been so used to having her eyes closed, she didn’t bother to open them. Yet her ears twitched when the sound of crackling fire met them. She parted her mouth slightly and attempted to open her eyes, first as slits, then immediately wide open.



She gasped when she saw the man before her, clutching at her heart and falling back slightly. His eyes were fixed so fiercely on her that it left her breathless. Turning about, she equated the surroundings, trying to snap out of the feeling of having no senses at all. The skin of her neck still pulsed from the bruise that boy Malfoy had inflicted on her when she’d tried to escape, then took her vision. She screamed for Darla. That was when he took her voice. The three boys had started conversing about where they were taking her and she’d leaned in to hear more accurately. So on and so forth it went until she could do nothing but walk where she was led.



Now it had all returned to her in one violent sweep of sense. The last man she’d expected to see had her there, safe and in his room. A small smile began creeping to her lips, yet his remained placid.



“Severus, please…”



He lifted a hand, face still unreadable. “You must listen to me carefully now, Bridget. I shall not berate you for what you’ve done, but you must listen.” He paused and motioned for her to sit down as he walked to the other side of the room to open a grand cabinet of indecipherable potions and tinctures. Retrieving one, he returned to where she’d obeyed and had sat down on the chaise in front of the fireplace. He pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed the peach-colored solution onto the fabric before dabbing it gently on her bruise.



She almost wanted to cry. For so long she’d wondered if he ever thought of her… If he hated or cared at all, and now he was tending to her. Bridget bit hard on her lip as tears started falling, but still listened as carefully as she could manage to what he was about to say.



“I shall be fetching The Dark Lord soon. It is more than possible he will not request a personal meeting, in which case I can handle everything from there. But…” He stopped and placed the healing solution with its cloth down on the tea table to her side and got down to his knee to take her hands in his and look seriously into her eyes. “If he demands to see you and speak with you, you must be prepared. You are in a very bad position right now, as I’m sure you’ve gathered. He has the ability to pierce your mind, Bridget. The Dark Lord will ask for your loyalty and if you do not give it willingly you will be... Most likely you will be sent to a home for women with magical blood. You’ll be used for breeding.”



Her face turned from fear to complete shock, her eyes widening as she truly looked at him for the first time. All thoughts of her anticipation to see him again had dissipated. “Are you… serious?”



Snape seemed annoyed, yet still concerned. “Yes, Bridget. Very much so.” He seemed like he wanted to reach forward and touch her, but refrained and got to his feet. “I cannot wait any longer. The Malfoys will have related your capture to other Death Eaters by now… Others who might speak to the Dark Lord directly.” He was speaking more to himself than anything as he pulled up his sleeve and opened his mouth to say something.



“Wait!” She sprung to her feet and stood a foot away from him. “Is there a back up plan or something?”



He nodded slowly. “If that comes… you must forgive me for what I would have to do.”



Bridget started to ask what he meant, but he’d already made his move.



In a swirl of shadow, a man so unlike a man apparated soundlessly into the room, his pale green skin flickering in the fire’s light, his red eyes already transfixed on Bridget.



“She is found… my lord.” Severus bowed slightly. He was hiding his disappointment that the strange figure had arrived so well. “The Potter girl. Draco found her.”



“Ah. Yes.” Voldemort whispered, smiling emotionlessly as he rounded in front of Severus so that he could get closer to her. “Why is it that you’ve tried to escape us for so long?” There was something that mocked kindness in his voice that made her nauseous, but she hid it.



“Speak when you are spoken to, girl.” Snape had barked at her, a very believable sneer on his lips.



“I…” She panted, and Voldemort seemed to relish in her fear as he closed in, his height and his monstrous features making it hard not to tremble. “I had no idea I was a witch. My mother hid it from me all my life.” She finally managed to say. “I was frightened. When she was…. When she died I did what my godfather told me to do.”



Over Voldemort’s shoulder she thought she saw a flicker of approval from Severus.



“Ah… you are a victim of wizard shame.” Voldemort brought a sharp fingernail to his mouth. “Your parents preferred you to live a lie… to live the life of a pitiful muggle rather than join me.” He started making a circle around her, and she could feel his mind trying to penetrate her own. It was so violating she blushed and held herself by the shoulders. “I have to wonder… are you of the same brand of thinking?”



Bridget tried desperately to clear her mind of any emotion, though it was difficult not to remember her mother, Darla, and the many people who had suffered because of him. “No I am not. I don’t want to live in shame of… of what I am. What we are.” Everything she spoke was truth. Somewhere in her heart she was angry with her mother for hiding everything from her.



There was a long silence where she feared the worse, but at last he spoke.



“Very good.” He slid in front of her and brought his hand out.



At first she only looked at him, but realized what she was meant to do. With a weak smile of apology, she took his hand in hers and kissed it. His skin was somehow scaly and extremely cold, but she didn’t flinch as her lips seemed to warm him slightly as they stood in the heavy silence.



“I shall have to reward Draco.” Voldemort retrieved his hand and touched the girl’s head with his wand as if checking for something. “A virgin. Prepare her for the breeding house.”



Bridget tried not to gasp, but her shifting eyes betrayed her. Severus cleared his throat casually and approached the two of them. “My Lord… have we changed our breeding policies? I thought only those who were not loyal would be sent there.”



“I fear it isn’t enough, Severus. You see, the fear of inbreeding amongst purebloods and half-bloods is growing and more and more witches are turning to our side. We need more women. It is for the best. I believe Lucius is looking for a bride for Draco or perhaps a mistress for himself. Or both. It’s only appropriate that he… reaps what he has sewn.”



“My Lord… may I make a request?”



Bridget was too frightened to look up. Her heart was pounding in her throat.



Voldemort laughed quietly. “I was waiting for this… You were in… love…. With her mother, yes?” His voice was chastising in nature, and word ‘love’ had been said so angrily, she imagined the concept insulted his very nature.



“In lust, My Lord.”



“So in lust that you asked me to spare her?”



Snape seemed to chuckle along with Voldemort. “My pride was scarred by that mudblood. I was foolish to ask for her protection. In my boyhood I only thought it had been love. It would bring me much pleasure to have this girl… the daughter of Lily Evans.”



Bridget couldn’t tell what were lies and what were truths anymore. She tried to block everything that was happening out of her head, yet she sensed that Voldemort knew what Snape was going to ask all along. He’d just wanted to hear it for himself.



“Very well. But I expect children, Severus. I will annul this union within a year if the girl is not pregnant. She will be tested for virginity tomorrow. If she’s found still untouched she shall be for Lucius’ disposal. Understood?”



“You are most generous, My Lord.” From her periphial vision she saw Severus bow deeply and kiss Voldemort’s hand.



“Speaking of which… I’ve decided to give you Scotland. It’s all been arranged. You’re standing in your kingdom, Severus.” And with that he was gone, leaving the two of them alone once more.



She still had her head bowed, desiring to keep her face hidden from Voldemort. Now she felt as though she couldn’t move, still staring at the floor in shock.



“Forgive me, Bridget.” His voice caused her to lift her head, seeing that he had moved far away from her to the far end of the room, hanging onto one of the posters of his bed, head bowed. “It wasn’t meant to happen this way.” It was so difficult to read him.



“It’s…” She whispered breathlessly. “It’s alright. You… you saved me.”



That pale profile turned to look at her, locks of black hair covering his eyes in such away that it made her stomach flutter, such sadness in his face that broke her heart.



Bridget stepped forward. It seemed like it took an eternity to make it to his side. She reached out to touch his shoulder. He turned to face her, grabbing her wrist. Bridget gasped, her green eyes watering as he pulled her in tightly, their bodies pressed together so that it sent her center trembling.



“Tell me you want me to fuck you.”



Her face went apricot. She only stared at him in disbelief. It was like he’d shifted into another person. Was this how he really felt? Was he just using her as a tool to patch the scars on his pride her mother had left on him? Her silence continued, unable to answer even if she wanted to.



“I didn’t think so.” Severus smirked and turned to walk away from her. “We’re going to have to hide you again…” He began pacing, his long black robes billowing about him. “I swear you shall be the death of me. The Dark Lord will suspect.”



“Did you love my mother?” She leaned up against the poster, somewhat getting her sanity back after his words. “Is that all this has been?”



He ran a hand through his hair bitterly and turned on her. “You approached me, girl. Do not forget that.”



“True enough.” Bridget shut her eyes and shook her head. “No. Answer the question.”



“You’re in no place to give me orders.” He spoke darkly, approaching her again. She flinched backwards at the intense way he grabbed her by the arm. Bridget glared up into his eyes, no longer feeling like the weak and besotted little girl she had been when he met her. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” He sneered, clutching her hair with his other hand as he pressed into her once more, brushing his lips against hers dangerously, his eyes turning mad with his unexpected lust. “Well?”



She bit down on her lower lip and swooned slightly. He had such power that it was intoxicating. The hot feeling in her face and body was almost painful. Instinctively she clenched her waist backwards as she felt something hard press against her thigh through his robes.



“You’ve been asking for this for months, Miss Evans.” His warm breath brushed her cheek as he pressed his lips against it, his teeth scraping slightly over her skin as he began unzipping her dress from the back. “Now do as your told. Tell me you want me to fuck you.”



She held back a small sob, both entranced and disgusted by the vulgarity from this man who could be so gentile one minute and insanely violent the next. “I…. I want…” He forced her leg around his waist, her back pressing into the wooden poster as his desire pushed against the fabric of her dress and panties.





He made a small thrust, teasing a long sigh from her throat as she sung to the ceiling. Even through their clothing it was driving her into madness. “Say it.” He whispered, sliding the dress over her shoulders as it fell to her feet. Bridget gasped again and reached up to cover herself, but he forced her hands down by the wrists, still pushing his desire against her now-swelling womanhood as he dipped in to bite her hard on the neck, as if possessing her.



“I want you… to… Oh.” She could feel the moisture building up in herself as he began unbuttoning his robes with a nimble hand. There was no telling if she should feel aroused or shamed. It was happening so quickly, she started shaking her head and pushing him by the shoulders, turning her head to the side as if to get away from him. He reached up with his free hand to force her face back as he continued to push himself against her, unmoved by her attempts.



“Look… at… me.” His voice left no room for refusal.



Bridget opened her eyes. She’d expected to see his face full of anger and lust that would retract her, but instead she saw eyes so full of love that it caused her to stop struggling. “Don’t look away from me.” Again he managed to frighten, entrance and soothe her all in a matter of minutes.



She nodded slowly, and let her hands down, her large green eyes widening as she stared into his black ones. That life she always felt drawn to within them had swelled and grown, and she didn’t care to look away from them. Dressed only in bra and panties she became surprisingly warm as he shrugged off his robes to reveal a thin yet toned body. The skin was remarkably pale and covered with various scars and a strange tattoo on his forearm. Bridget lifted a hand to touch his shoulder, admiring his impressive form and only looking away from his eyes for a second before turning back. She’d never seen a man’s penis in person before and she couldn’t help the shy smile that came to her when he pressed his gently on her thigh and dipped in for a short kiss.



“I’m frightened.” She whispered honestly as he pulled away, remembering how she’d said those words on the first night of their short and patchy affair. The night she had begged him not to leave her. Much like then, he pressed her face into his chest and let her cry softly, his long fingers trailing through her hair.



“I am… sorry. There’s a monster inside of me. I should not have spoken to you like that.” He whispered slowly, shifting so that he could hold her without pressing his erection against her. “Say the word and I’ll hide you. You don’t have to… be with me. But.” His lips went thin as he let his fingers stroke her hair again gently. “But if you want this, I promise you’ll never be without my love.”



She didn’t even think about it before she said it. “I don’t want to go.”



He paused and pulled her back. “You realize what must be done for you to stay?”



Bridget nodded, trying not to cry anymore.



His face softened and with no effort he scooped her up into his arms and walked her to the head of his bed, getting onto it on his knees and laying her down in the very middle. The length of his body spread out to her side and he touched her face. She reached up to touch his hair and brought herself up to kiss him. This was the first kiss she instigated where he did not hold back, and she was amazed at how passionate he was.



He’d started out with teeth tugging on her lips, little mewls rising from her throat as his large hand traveled over her stomach and began dipping into her underwear. Severus pulled away from the kiss to look in her eyes intently as her hips lifted off the mattress, her back arching as the tip of his finger began circling that place only she had touched before.



Swallowing hard, she found herself pressing into his touch, her entire body heating up. “Why is it so hard to breathe?” She gasped, clutching at his neck with an innocent smile.



“You’re so adorable.” He whispered, lightening up on his strokes somewhat.



Bridget tossed her head to the other side, but brought it back, remembering how he’d asked her not to look away. With a tentative hand she reached down to touch his manhood as if to return the favor and jumped slightly at the size of it, still afraid to look at it. He smiled and it lit up her heart. It was almost frightening at how one rare smile from him could make her feel so alive.



Then she was distracted as he returned to rubbing her clitoris, the tenderness of her womanly bud increasing as her body tensed up, her thighs pressing together as the heat and moisture grew. Severus hooked an arm under her neck and pulled her head up so that he could claim her mouth, stifling her sighs of ecstasy. He switched to his thumb to keep stroking her clit while another finger began touching the very outer-rim of her entrance, making many blissful circumferences that drew her to whimper quietly against his mouth.



This strange pleasure was growing more and more painful as that finger slid inside, yet she continued pressing herself into it, her inner-walls clenching around him. She heard a moan escape his own throat at her tightness, his erection seeming to grow even more against the skin of her hip. Her heart was in her throat. She knew it was going to happen soon. Their passion was reaching an all-time high as her body begged for more.



“Don’t be afraid.” His voice purred in her ear, sending more waves of anticipation through her as he moved to hover over her. He begged with his eyes for her not to look away as he moved between her legs, reaching for the headboard behind her as a second finger joined the first. He was stretching her at a torturously slow pace and she reached up to grab on his neck, her head rolling back as she managed to keep eye contact, cooing and writing around his touch, Bridget started moving with his fingers, pulling away as he did and pressing down as he pushed inside.



“Please.” She finally whispered, her insides begging to be taken by him, her fingernails digging into his skin as she felt a tear running down her cheek. Her emerald eyes were glassy and blurred over as she pleaded. “Please, Severus.” His jaw clenched at the choice of words from her soft young lips, his own eyes fluttering as he removed his fingers, causing her body to scream in protest.



“Tell me you want me inside you.” He hissed, biting into the flesh of her neck.



“I want you inside me, Severus.” She sighed, sucking on her lip.



Severus slid his arm from her neck to her middle, tilting her body so that their hips could align. Removing her underwear slowly, she blushed when he seemed to be admiring her moist girlish sex. He glued her eyes to his as she felt the very tip of him press at her entry. It was so warm and wonderful as he let it slide over her but not entering, covering it in her wetness and even teasing her tender clit with his head roguishly to keep her pleasure rising.



“Bridget.” He whispered, pulling their faces close once again, pressing his forehead to hers.
“I love you.”



At the last word he began entering her. She cried out and flung her arms around his neck once again, a small whimper and a louder sigh leaving her throat. His mouth too lie agape, his eyebrows furrowed in the extremity of the sensation. Trying to go as slow as possible, he stopped to whisper in her ear. “Try to relax. Don’t fight it.”



She gasped for air and found solace once more in his eyes, trying to focus on him and letting her body go lax. It seemed he wanted to go in deeper but was hesitating. She could feel that it was only the very tip inside of her, and as the muscles of her entry began to relax, she bit hard on her lip and pressed down slightly, causing her to wince and him to gasp in surprise. The sound of his pleasure drove her back into needing more. More of him. All of him. This she cried out with her tearful yet hungry eyes.



He quirked an eyebrow and searched her face for a moment. He smirked devilishly “Very well.”



With one bracing grip on her waist he drove inside of her completely, making her cry out, her eyes almost shutting as she felt her insides split. Just when she caught her breath, he slid in even further, burrowing himself inside her. She could feel him all the way to her stomach, pressing so deeply she felt she might faint from the pain. Panting, he began moving out of her again, causing her legs to shiver as he hiked one around his waist, spreading her even more before he moved in again, his head bowed as his hair moved over her stomach, biting down hard as if to stifle a growl, but failing.



“Oh…” She whimpered, finding it harder and harder to keep from looking away. The expression on his face was almost mad with hunger, his black hair curtaining those sharp roman features, his dark eyes covering her with such longing it struck her to her very soul.



Again he thrust into her, and she could feel her wetness covering the both of them, the lubrication allowing him to bury inside deeper and deeper with every long thrust. At last the pain was subsiding. Still she was hurting, but it was becoming a good pain – a pain she feared yet wanted more of. As if in response he held her even tighter and started picking up his pace, their moans and sighs mingling together as he pounded her very mind away. Everything was becoming fuzzy and warm, and her cries morphed into begging mewls. Something was building inside of her that needed all of him to release.



His hand curled into her hair and he growled loudly as he began hammering rhythmically, each entrance making her shake and groan in the beat, baring her teeth. Her toes began curling and she began calling out like something possessed as he whispered her name and she felt her first orgasm take over every inch of her body. She whispered his name back weakly as her legs convulsed and the wetness pooling between them grew two-fold.



Slowing down his pace, he grinned down at her. She’d brought her hand to her forehead, gasping for air in disbelief. “That was magnificent.” She shook her head, blinking in awe.



“Well… seeing as how you’re so pleased.” He chanted playfully, his hand slipping over her black cotton bra. “Perhaps you wouldn’t mind taking this off for me.”



He’d stayed inside of her and she nodded in agreement as he deftly reached behind her back and unclasped the bra. As he removed it she’d instinctively covered herself and he ‘tsk’ed his tongue and gently pulled her hands down so that he could cover her now bare chest in kisses.



When she least expected it, he’d slid inside her again, but it was far more pleasant than before. He purred into the nape of her neck as he continued moving. With a giggle she felt herself moved onto their sides, never breaking their connection as he wrapped both her legs tight around him and began penetrating her from a new angle. Sighing deeply she began kissing him as they continued. He clutched her bottom by either cheek and went – if it was possible – even deeper into her womb. Reaching down between them as they thrust into each other’s bodies, he lifted his blood and juice-covered fingers to bother their mouths, smothering her face with it and kissing it off of her. It had been so surprisingly kinky that she felt her whole body flushed over and her nipples harden against him.



All at once he seemed to tense up and with one final push he grabbed her close to him, pulling her body into his as she felt his seed move inside her. She’d never expected it to feel so right.



“I love you too.” She hummed, pulling back to shower him in bird-like kisses all over his face, tasting the musky salt of his sweat.



He said nothing, only smiled in an almost sad way as he stared at her. Catching his breath he pushed a loose lock of dark hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear.



“Are you alright?” Bridget leaned into his touch and frowned, holding his hand with hers.



He smirked. “I think I should be asking that question.”



“Oh yes… I’m fine. A little sore.” She shrugged.



Severus began to shift as if to pull out of her but she grabbed him.



“Can we just… stay like this for a little while?” She smiled shyly.



Severus seemed to break down slightly, his eyes shutting.



“What’s wrong?”



He took a deep breath and held her closer, pushing a slightly more flaccid member back inside her again. “I just… I’m not used to…” He cleared his throat and shook his head. “It’s nothing.”



“You’re not used to being happy?” She smiled when he looked a little shocked. “If I’m going to be your wife you need to get used to being read. And to being comforted.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed his head to her lips. “Perhaps in another life we wouldn’t be happy…” She spoke into the skin of his forehead, then pulled back to look down in his eyes earnestly. “But in this one you have me now. We have each other. Even if the world falls down we have each other.”



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“I loved your mother.”



It seemed as though the words had slipped from him by accident. Perhaps it was the unrelenting kindness she was showing and that he felt guilty for her not knowing. Indeed now as she wrinkled her brow in thought she looked almost a replica of his Lily… a statue in her honor, only with wavy black hair instead of red. At her silence he felt himself begin to panic, but she caught him before he could switch into the cold undermining defensive bastard he could be.



“As long as you love me… I don’t mind.” She was shaking now, the shock of losing her virginity obviously taking hold, as well as the realization that she would be with him for a long time.



Severus fought back tears as he too began quivering, holding her tighter to him so that she wouldn’t fly away as he feared. “I don’t just love you. I am you. I breathe you, Bridget.” He knew he almost seemed angry as he spoke, but it was all so true. Speaking the truth was both frightening and wonderful.



“You’ve been everything to me since that night in the graveyard.” She started crying, his words washing over her like ocean’s breeze, bringing her back to life. “All things relate to you. The days only exist in the mirror of the time I spend with you.”



They were both covered in looks of amazement at each other’s vows, frightened this all might be some dream, some alternate reality that snuck it’s way into the ever-twisting ribbons of time and chance.