White Flower; Black Dragon

Failed Human Decency

There was a slight shuffling sound and the tapping of feet. Eyes blinking open I stared up as the rays of sunlight hit my dungeon floor. Leering at me was Minerva, dressed as usual in her green robes. I yawned and finally my surprise took over. “What in Merlin’s name are you doing here Minerva?” I asked.

Not even responding to my question she threw at me my robes, “ Severus, honestly … could you be in a more provocative position?” She raised one of her thin, heavily penciled eyebrows.

“Pardon me?” I grimaced, unaware of my naked flesh exposed to the modest witch in front of me.

“Your – your naked Severus…” She smirked.

“I’m what!?” Moving forwards I grabbed my robes and clung onto them for dear life.

“That’s better … why exactly are your blankets at the edge of the bed?” Turning away she gave me a moment to pull my robes back on.

“That is of my business only … if only I knew the reason.” Trying to suppress the odd shade of pink in my cheeks I composed myself, trying not to remember the most erotic dream of my life. After wandering into my own little mind trip of pleasures I had fallen asleep out of the previous night’s exhaustion – only to find myself in an even more provocative situation than before. I could even remember the sweat between our bodies as – as … I must stop thinking about her like this, before Minerva sees my – err, happy friend below.

“I didn’t want an explanation … nearly everything you say to me these days is too complicated to understand.” Minerva turned around to face me with an unfamiliar expression on her face.

“Oh it isn’t as complicated as you may think, Minerva, it’s rather – animal-like.” My lip curled as I tightened my robe around me.

“Even more difficult for me to understand…” She laughed haughtily and strode over to the door.

“So why are you here?” I asked.

“There is a blonde lady in your office – I believe she is Narcissa Malfoy,” Minerva’s eyes narrowed, “certainly looks the same since I last taught her…” Minerva muttered to herself in a hateful voice.

I couldn’t believe my ears – what did Narcissa want with me? Why had she come the morning after our union to my office? Had Lucius found out? Had the Headmaster asked her to come and tell me it was over? No – that couldn’t be. He had already warned me, he wouldn’t step into my personal life – especially since he knew I wanted her so much. “What does she want?” I asked – desperately trying to find out what was behind her mysterious visit to Hogwarts.

“She wouldn’t tell me – all she requested was that I hadn’t mention her visit to the school.” Minerva left my bedchamber. I stood there in the middle of the room trying not to panic. What was I going to do? What was I going to say?

* * *

Entering my office I spotted immediately the golden locks of hair done up into her usual bun, not a hair was out of place – like a doll her skin was a porcelain white her her clothing made out of the finest silk. She obviously heard my footsteps as she turned around to look at me. Her blue eyes glittered in the sunlight I tried so hard to block out from my office – but unfortunately having an office in the third floor prevented such a thing.

“Narcissa?” I asked, approaching her, “ What are you doing here?”

“Lucius doesn’t know,” she whispered turning back to face my desk, “It’s so hard to keep in,” her voice sounded as though it were on the edge of tears.

“I take his not knowing as a good thing?” coming close enough I rested my hands on the back of her chair – the scent of her hair intoxicating, as it was inches away from my nostrils.

“It hurts, Severus,” she whispered again, I tried to understand her words but found the task hardly easy, “ It hurts to know that you are keeping something so intimate private from someone you love so dearly.”

Hearing her words burnt me – I didn’t want to hear how much she loved Lucius, I didn’t like to hear about how much she loved him … to me he would always remain a bastard, no matter how proper he seemed on the outside. “I’m sorry you feel that way – but what’s done is done, I say,” but I knew my words were of no comfort to her.

“I tried to confess my sins at the confessions booth at our local church,” she was reduced to tears, her voice had become unusually hoarse, “It didn’t help - I couldn\'t talk about it,” more tears ran down her cheeks, “I tried to speak to someone,” a howl of emotional pain crept out from between her lips, “I couldn’t bring myself to – because – because I didn’t want Lucius to find out and hurt you.”

I needed to say no words to her – I had felt pity, I didn’t mean to put her in such an uncomfortable position. I only wanted her, I didn’t need that weight upon my shoulders – I didn’t need her tears to flood my conscience. I moved around the chair and kneeled before her, letting her tear-ridden eyes look into my own, for once I tried to show remorse – but my eyes deceived me. “You have no need to fill yourself with regret and sorrow.” I murmured. Bringing my hand to her face I cupped her cheek and wiped away the tears rolling down her skin. I took her hand in mine and caressed it between my other hand – pulling her down into an embrace I almost quivered as our cheeks made contact and her perfume intoxicated my senses. “No need for sorrow … no need for sorrow,” I kept murmuring into her ear, “no more sorrow…”

She responded by whimpering into my neck. As the moments went by I felt her shaking stop – her weeping ceased and the silence took over. She lifted her head up, looking deeply into my eyes; her lips were barely reaching my chin. Looking down into the deep pools of blue, which were her eyes, I wanted to drown myself in her, a severe wanting to protect her and save her from her pain swept over me. Bending my head down just a little I let our lips meet – without passion I kissed her lips over and over again, so gently at first she closed her eyes. Pulling her even deeper into my embrace I kissed lips again – this time I held it and gently pag heg her lips I let my tongue slip in between her mouth.

Before I could control myself I was kissing her deeper – the fire in the pit of my stomach took over, and our urgency to kiss one another intensified greatly. I was in heaven for a spit second until the door of my office creaked open – “Sir, could I please … Oh my god!”

The familiar voice made both Narcissa and myself pull apart from our kiss. Narcissa’s eyes fixed upon her son’s horrified face – the beautiful blue turned into ice. My expression was of horror – this was all we needed – Draco…

To Be Continued…

author\'s notes: thanks for the reviews so far! Yawning..don\'t worry, you\'ll see... *grins*