Love Songs: Loving the Dark Wizard

Color of the Night

By: Snapes_Goddess





SONG: Color of the Night

ARTIST: Lauren Christy

YEAR: Circa 1996





WARNINGS:AU/AR, Oral, HJ/fingering, defloration





Premise: an affair carried on in the dark of night.





You and I moving in the dark

Bodies close but souls apart

Shadowed smiles and secrets unrevealed

I need to know the way you feel









Hermione went through her bedtime routine, shower, wash hair, brush teeth, moisturize, nightgown, it was the same every night and had been for as long as she remembered. The only difference came when all the lights went out and the house became still as a grave, and she was all alone.





It was the winter of what should have been her seventh year. Everyone was out on a mission and she had been charged with looking after the house and receiving any and all intelligence from their operatives. It was so cold, the snow mixed with sleet and falling from the heavens in a curtain of wet blown about dangerously by fierce, biting winds.





The storm had raged for hours when she heard the soft chiming of the headquarters’ wards. Figuring it must be one of the boys come back from the mission she had run down the stairs, eager to have a reprieve from the loneliness she felt being in the old Black house by herself for so long on such an angry winters night.





When she reached the bottom of the stairs she saw no one, just the wet, snowy footprints leading to the library. She had followed them, pushing the door open to find a dark figure huddled beneath a cloak on the sofa. She moved closer, not too worried because the house would never allow entrance to someone who didn’t belong there.





“Hello?” She said softly as she approached. The shivering form lifted its head and she reached out to push back the hood shielding his face. Dark hair clung to his scalp in wet clumps, the ends actually iced over. His already pale skin was even paler, his lips blue and trembling as his teeth chattered. “Professor!” She gasped. “Oh dear god, you are soaked through!” She unfastened his cloak and pulled it from around him, tossing it to the floor.







“Sir, I need to get you undressed as quickly as possible. Lean back, please.” She grasped his shoulders and pushed him back against the sofa then she straddled one of his legs facing away from him and began to pull the heavy winter boots from his feet. His socks were soaked and his feet icy cold, she prayed she got him in time to ward off frostbite.





He didn’t speak; he couldn’t, he could barely move to assist her as she began pulling at the buttons on his wool suit, the material soaked yet stiff from the freezing cold. He didn’t berate her when she grew frustrated and just started pulling the buttons off one by one.







“I shouldn’t have left my wand in the loo.” She muttered as she began shoving his coat off of his shoulders. “It would have been easier to get you…well, naked.” She blushed when she said naked and he would have smirked but he couldn’t. His shirt buttons were equally ruined and the soft material tossed aside, his sleeveless undershirt following.





Her hands moved to his belt and she unclasped the silver buckle then unfastened the woolen trousers so that she could see the plaid boxers he was wearing underneath. She bit her bottom lip and then reached for a throw pillow to lie over his lap before hooking her hands into his waistband and tugging the trousers and underwear down his legs to add to the sodden pile at their feet.





“Now, to get you warmed up.” She said, digging through his trouser pockets for his wand. “I’m sorry sir, I know its forward to use someone else’s wand but mine is upstairs and well….” She shrugged and pointed the ebony tip towards the grate, a fire roaring to life and crackling merrily as it began to warm the room.





She hurried over to a small chest in the corner and withdrew several knitted blankets and hurriedly wrapped them around him. He looked terrible sitting there so pale, shivering and naked. Not that she was noticing the naked part; at least she kept telling herself that.





“Sir, I’m going to go get some first aid supplies and some tea for you, I will be back in just a moment.” She said running from the room. She set the kettle on then hurried into the bathroom to retrieve several potions from the cabinet including a warming oil for his skin. She ran back to the kitchen and fixed the tea then hurried into the library to find him still huddled on the sofa and shivering beneath the blankets.





She poured him a cup and handed it to him straight, it was more to warm him than to tickle the taste buds so she didn’t bother adding anything other than a healing potion to it.







“Can you hold it?” She asked, he reached out, his fingers stiff and his hands shaking. “No, let me help you.” She said softly pressing the cup to his lips as he took several small sips. “When we get you warm I want to know why you are out in this weather and how you got so wet. You are one of the most brilliant wizards I know, you can fly for Merlin’s sake yet you trudge through a blizzard in the middle of the night!”





He grunted in response and she set the cup aside then grabbed up the warming oil.





“This is your creation….it says warming oil, will it help warm your extremities and get your blood pumping?” She asked, holding up the bottle so he could see. He nodded and she went to her knees before him, pulling his feet into her lap. She began massaging the oil into his feet and legs feeling it warm against her palms.





She felt him jerk, heard him gasp and she raised her head. He looked pained and she knew that blood flow was being restored and causing a painful “pins and needles” sensation in his feet and legs.





“I’m sorry. Do you want pain potion?” She asked, still massaging his cold flesh. He shook his head and gritted his teeth as he watched her hands move over his feet and legs. Her touch was intimate.





“T-too n-n-nice, d-don’t d-d-d-deserve it.” He stammered, his tongue loosening slightly as he began to warm only minimally.







“I am sure this feels anything but nice, it must seem like torture.” She said softly. “Your hand.” She said, reaching under his blankets for his hand and repeating the massage on his icy limbs.





“u-used to t-torture.” He frowned, closing his eyes.







“Sir, don’t go to sleep.” She said, giving his arm a tug. He opened his eyes and stared at her. “Not until I get you warm enough.” She said softly. She finished up with his hands and set the oil aside, he was still shivering uncontrollably.





She went to the chest and grabbed more blankets. She stood in front of him for a moment then sighed.





“No other choice.” She said, shaking her head as she began gathering up her long flannel gown. She pulled it over her head and dropped it to the floor, standing in front of him in her little red cotton knickers and tank top, and a pair of knee length men’s tube socks with red bands around the top.





“N-n-no!” He tried to protest, shocked to see her disrobing in front of him.





“I’m sorry, you need to get warm and this is the best way. I know you don’t like me sir, but….well you are just going to have to get over it.” She said. She stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out the best way to manage and decided that straddling his lap gave them the most contact torso to torso.





She wrapped a blanket around her like a cloak and pulled the ones around him open and climbed into his lap despite his stuttering protests. Once she was settled she pulled off the tank top, pressing her bare breasts against his icy chest. She squealed, her nipples hardening from the cold contact.





“Oh sweet Jesus.” She gasped, calling on muggle deities as she tried to adjust her body around his and adapt to the cold. “No one mentioned that sharing body heat tortured the warm one just as much.” She said.





“I-i-ina-p-p-rop-r-r-iate.” He stammered, though her heat felt good.





“Can’t be helped.” She said. “I kept my knickers on so your virtue is safe.” She said, smiling, hoping her little joke would amuse him. The corners of his mouth twitched. She reached for the tea and held it to his lips, encouraging him to drink it all.





She jumped when his cold hands landed on her thighs, the warming oil hadn’t done enough.





“Sir, your hands are still so cold, why don’t you fold them and put them between us.” She said, her cheeks heating as she said it. She had read in a journal that tucking your hands between your legs or into your armpits was the best way to warm them. She figured that having his hands tucked between them, not necessarily between her thighs, but close, was more acceptable than in her armpits.







“N-no….more than inappropriate.” He managed, his words coming more easily.







“Who will know? No one is due back for a few days; it is just you and I here.” She said as she pulled his hands together in front of her, resting them between the two of them low on their bellies. “Just think about it being someone else, sir, someone you like.” She said. “You finished the healing potion, so you can sleep if you want. I will watch over you.”





She would watch over him, he thought that amusing given how many years he had watched over her and her friends. He closed his eyes, thankful that he was too damned cold and in too much discomfort to respond to the fact that a nearly naked witch was wrapped around his body. He was grateful, if she hadn’t taken care of him he would have likely gone into shock and died from exposure.





“T-thank you.” He whispered just as sleep claimed him. Hermione smiled and shook her head then laid it on his shoulder as she settled in for a long night.











~@~







I\'ll give you everything I am

And everything I want to be

I\'ll put it in your hands

If you could open up to me oh

Can\'t we ever get beyond this wall









Weeks went by before she had seen him again. She woke the next morning alone, wrapped in the blankets and tucked into the corner of the sofa. In her hand she clutched a vial filled with an undulating silvery mass, a memory, information for the order. On the table sat a small rolled up piece of parchment.





She sat up and clutched the blankets around her near naked form then unrolled the piece of paper.







Ms. Granger,



Thank you for your care. Your tenderness and attention were

much appreciated as both are very rare occurrences in my life.





Regards,

SS





The note was safely tucked into her bureau drawer as she stood in the hall outside the dining room where he was conversing with the senior members of the order. She wasn’t certain what she thought she was doing, but she wanted to see him. She had thought about him almost constantly since that night. She didn’t understand why, it wasn’t like he had given her any indication that it meant anything to him other than the fact that he was ill and in need of care, but it didn’t change the fact that she still felt something was changed between them.







She jumped at the door opened and the members began filing out, some giving her odd looks as they walked by, leaving through the front door or moving into the study to floo out. He was the last one out and he stopped in front of her in the empty hall. He didn’t say anything and neither did she.





Their eyes met and held, but no words passed between them. He had thought about her in ways that were highly inappropriate. Memories of her naked breasts pressed against his chest haunted him; the feel of waking with her in his lap, her face tucked against the side of his neck tortured him in the quiet moments before sleep claimed him.





His dreams filled with images of what could have happened had he not been closing in on severe hypothermia, images of him rolling her beneath him on the sofa, sliding those little cotton briefs off of her and settling between her thighs. God he was a degenerate, thinking that way about a woman young enough to be his child, a student for Merlin’s sake.





He knew it was because she had cared for him so sweetly, sacrificing her modesty to share her body heat. He mentally slapped himself for the image of those tube sock clad calves locked at the ankle over his arse as he plumbed her silken sheathe. He frowned and her eyes lowered, breaking their connection as she turned to walk away from him without so much as a hello.





To his surprise, and hers, he reached out for her hand before she could disappear down the hall. He held onto her fingers for just a moment, giving them a light squeeze before he let them go and turned to leave.





Over the next two weeks they would repeat the pattern every time they would meet. A brief brushing of their hands in passing, not a word spoken.







~@~







\'Cause all I want is just once

To see you in the light

But you hide behind

The color of the night









It was a little over a month when things changed. It was late, the house quiet and dark and she couldn’t sleep as she moved through the halls towards the kitchen for something to help. He was there; she could smell the spicy scent that always clung to his clothing. Not a cologne, but a mixture of various potions ingredients combined with smoke from brewing. It was distinctly him.





She felt him against her back, his hands resting on her shoulders as he pressed his nose into her hair and breathed deeply of the sweet scent. She closed her eyes and leaned back against him, telling him wordlessly that his touch was welcomed, he was welcomed.





“What is happening?” His soft baritone sent shivers down her spine.







“I don’t know.” She answered, her hand coming up to lie atop his where it rested on her shoulder.







“It’s wrong to feel this way. To think the things I am thinking, to feel the things I am feeling.” He sounded so pained that she felt her stomach knot.







“If it’s wrong then I am just as guilty of being in error as you.” She said, turning slowly to face him. He ran the fingers down her cheek, wishing he could see her more clearly without the shadows of the dark house concealing her, but also grateful for he knew to see her face would be to fall deeper and he couldn’t do that to her.





“You are so young. Just a child really.” He whispered.





“No, I am eighteen; I am not a child…Severus…” The sound of his given name on her lips undid him; he could no more stop himself from kissing her than he could stop himself from breathing. Soft, wet and inviting her lips were the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. He kissed her for what seemed like hours, tutoring her innocent responses to his own preferences, teaching her what he liked, what he wanted from her. Her arms were wrapped tight around his neck, tightening further when she followed his tongue back into his mouth with hers.





“No!” He growled, pushing her away from him. She was shocked, her lips swollen and her young body aching for more of him. “No…this stops here.” With a shake of his head he turned and fled quickly down the hall, away from her and temptation she posed.









~@~





I can\'t go on running from the past

Love has torn away this mask

And now like clouds like rain I\'m drowning and

I blame it all on you

I\'m lost - God save me...









He stumbled through the fireplace, his robes tangled around him, a silver mask clutched in one hand and his wand in the other. He rolled onto his back, quickly casting a warding spell over the fireplace before letting his head fall back onto the floor with a thud. He was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling quickly as he struggled to calm himself.







“Severus, are you alright?” He opened his eyes to find her kneeling by his head looking down at him. Oh what a welcome sight she was after what he had just witnessed.





“No, I am not.” He said, sitting up and shrugging out of the robes that marked him as a death eater.





“Another revel?” She asked.







“Yes.” He said softly as he pushed to his feet and walked to the window to look out at the night.







“Muggles were tortured I take it?” She asked, coming up behind him to slide her arms around his waist and lay her head against his back between his shoulder blades. He tried to avoid her, to stay away from her but he couldn’t, he always found his way to her even though he knew it was wrong.







“Young woman, she was raped, brutalized in a way that you can not comprehend. She could have been you. She would be you if they had any idea how much I care for you.” He said softly.





“Don’t think like that, Severus. It will never happen, you won’t let it.” She said.







“It is all I can think about.” He said, taking her wrist and pulling her around to stand in front of him. “Not only am I a lecher for feeling this way, but I put you in danger simply by loving you.”





“You love me?” She asked suddenly, her eyes wide and her voice breathy.





“Don’t you know that?”







“You never told me…I love you too.” She said, clasping his face in her hands and lifting onto her toes to kiss him.





“Someone could come in, Hermione.” He said softly, his eyes going to the door.





“No…I am all alone tonight, everyone is out.” She whispered. “Come upstairs with me, Severus. Spend the night with me.”







He followed her up the stairs helplessly, unable to resist the lure of holding her close to him. He had tried to stay away from her, to ignore the desire he felt but it wasn’t possible, it was too much, too intense.







She didn’t light the lamps as they entered the room. The soft glow of moonlight came through the window casting everything in a silver glow. She stopped beside the bed, her eyes meeting his as she slowly untied the belt on her dressing gown. She slid the soft cotton material off of her shoulders and draped it carefully over the foot of her bed.







Severus watched her, thinking she was the most perfect thing he had ever seen. She loosened the buttons on the long white gown and he realized that the virginal garment was fitting. She was as pure as new fallen snow.





“Hermione, maybe we shouldn’t…” Her fingers rested against his lips, silencing him.





“I want it to be you.” She said quietly as she let the gown slide to the floor and stood before him in all her naked glory. He held his breath as his eyes touched on every inch of her. Smooth, pale skin silvered in the moonlight, full, high breasts tipped with dark nipples, a slim waist, full hips and thighs with a tuft of chestnut curls at their juncture.





“You are a goddess.” He said, his mouth dry as he searched for the words she deserved. Pretty words of praise to offer a woman who gave him love and care without expecting anything from him in return. She smiled and reached behind her to push the covers back on her bed.







“I’m not sure how this is supposed to go.” She confessed as she scooted back into the center of her bed and lay back against the pillows. “You are going to have to take the lead.”







“You are doing remarkably well.” He croaked, tossing the silver mask still clutched in his hand onto the floor. His robes followed quickly and the trousers and shirt he was wearing beneath them as well. He climbed into the bed trembling just as much as she was as he stretched out beside her.







“Tell me again.” She said nervously.







“I love you.” He whispered, lowering his lips to hers. She whimpered and brought her hands to his shoulders, her palms resting against him. He licked at her lips, pressed for entry and groaned when he received it, his tongue moving about her mouth and tasting every delectable inch of her sweetness. He slid one arm beneath her head, cradling her as he kissed her passionately. His other hand moved slowly along her waist to curl around her breast, cupping and kneading the soft flesh until she arched into his touch.







“Severus.” She whispered his name as he bent his lead to run his tongue over the tight tip of one breast and then the other, alternating between them as he teased and suckled them while she writhed against the sheets. He trailed his fingers lightly over her stomach, circling her navel then sliding them between her thighs. He parted the plump folds and slipped inside, swearing softly when he met the slick, hot evidence of her arousal.







“You undo me.” He stroked lightly over her flesh, teasing the tight nub of her clit again and again before sliding lower and dipping his finger inside her. She winced, her nails biting into his shoulders at the invasion. “So innocent.” He whispered, sliding his finger slowly in and out of her slick passage until she grew accustomed to his touch then he slid a second finger alongside it, stretching and preparing her to take him.







“Open your legs.” He said as he moved over her and settled into the cradle of her hips. He held his weight on one arm using his other hand to rub his aching cock up and down between her folds, lubricating his length. “Look at me, Hermione. I want to see your eyes when I make you mine; I need you to see me.”







She opened her eyes and locked them with his as his tip slid into the notch of her sex, pushing slowly, painfully forward into her resistant flesh. She gasped at the thick, burning intrusion but held his gaze. He pulled back and thrust again, harder, sliding through the tight muscles and seating himself fully inside her. She cried out, her nails digging deep into his chest.







“Done…you are mine.” He said, slowly pulling back and pushing in again. She began to relax as the pain lessened and he was able to move more easily within her, stroking steadily, her tight, wet clasp around him taking him quickly to the edge until he finally went over, thrusting deep and hard as he came inside her.





She wriggled beneath his weight, the unfulfilled ache still in the pit of her stomach. Severus withdrew and slid down the bed, before she could protest his mouth was wrapped around her clit and his tongue was lashing at the swollen, sensitive bud until she was clawing at the sheet beneath her, ripping it off the bed as she cried out her pleasure.





He kissed his way up her body, his lips lingering over her beating heart for a moment before moving to her side and pulling her close.





“I don’t deserve you.” He said, kissing the back of her neck.







“That’s a shame, because you are stuck with me, Severus. I am yours and you are mine.” She said softly as she pulled his arm more securely around her and snuggled back into his chest.







I\'ll give you everything I am

And everything I want to be

I\'ll put it in your hands

If you could open up to me oh

Can\'t we ever get beyond this wall









~@~









Cause all I want is just once

Forever and again

I\'m waiting for you; I\'m standing in the light

But you hide behind

The color of the night, Ooo





For nearly a year they carried on in secret, meeting under the cover of night to share their love, their passion for each other. The battle raged for weeks until finally the side of light came out victorious.







She didn’t see him for weeks. She waited in the familiar dark night after night for his touch, for the sound of his voice but it never came. She had lost track of him in the battle and now she wondered if she had lost him completely.







As the sun rose she made her way to the kitchen. Her eyes were swollen and red from crying as she poured herself a cup of coffee. She smiled in greeting to her friends who were staring at her curiously. She took a drink, and then looked up when she heard the back door open.





Immediately she dropped her cup, jumping back before the hot liquid could burn her bare feet. There he stood in the doorway, the sun shining behind him, his open collar revealing a bandage on his throat. She leapt over the broken shards of the mug, running straight into his arms and holding him tight.





“Severus, it thought I lost you.” She cried.







“Never.” He rasped, his voice hoarse and strained. She pulled back and looked into his face, tears tracking down her cheeks.





“You are a sight for sore eyes.” She said softly. “It’s good to see you in the light.”





“I love you.” He rasped, pressing his lips to hers. She didn’t get to say the words back right then, but he knew. With his arms tight around her they slid to the floor, holding each other tight as they kissed passionately, oblivious to the shocked and amused expressions of the people watching.



Please come out from

The color of the night







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Not sure where these angsty little tales keep coming from…..but this one had smut =) a little smut, but it was smut!











Color Of The Night by Lauren Christy

You and I moving in the dark

Bodies close but souls apart

Shadowed smiles and secrets unrevealed

I need to know the way you feel



Chorus:

I\'ll give you everything I am

And everything I want to be

I\'ll put it in your hands

If you could open up to me oh

Can\'t we ever get beyond this wall



\'Cause all I want is just once

To see you in the light

But you hide behind

The color of the night



I can\'t go on running from the past

Love has torn away this mask

And now like clouds like rain I\'m drowning and

I blame it all on you

I\'m lost - God save me...



I\'ll give you everything I am

And everything I want to be

I\'ll put it in your hands

If you could open up to me oh

Can\'t we ever get beyond this wall



Chorus:

\'Cause all I want is just once

To see you in the light

But you hide behind

The color of the night



Ooo, Ooo God save me Ooo Ooo

Everything I am

And everything I want to be oh

Can\'t we ever get beyond this wall



Chorus:

\'Cause all I want is just once

Forever and again

I\'m waiting for you, I\'m standing in the light

But you hide behind

The color of the night, Ooo



Please come out from

The color of the night