MUGGLE MAGIC

To my wonderful readers, thank you for your patience and encouragements. I simply write for you. At last AFF is back and so are Cassidy and Severus. Indeed their joining has been quite long in the making but nevertheless, here it is at last, and if I might say, tastefully done.

I reiterate again, all recognizable Harry Potter series characters are property of JKR, everyone else are mine. No profits being made here, just fantasies coming alive. Thanks to AFF for hosting my dreams.

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CHAPTER 8

I want to hold the hand inside you
I want to take a breath that's true
I look to you and I see nothing
I look to you to see the truth
You live your life
You go in shadows
You'll come apart and you'll go black
Some kind of night into your darkness
Colors your eyes with what's not there.
Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think it's strange you never knew
A stranger's light comes on slowly
A stranger's heart without a home
You put your hands into your head
And then smiles cover your heart
Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think it's strange you never knew
I think it's strange you never knew

FADE INTO YOU – MAZZY STAR







His passion flared at my simple reply. Taking me by the hand, he led me into the nearest fireplace. “My room, dungeons!” he said clearly and in a rush of green flames we entered his private quarters.


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The moment they stepped out into his bedroom, Severus glanced at the stone wall that divided his room from Cassidy’s and was thankful, that he had enchanted it before he left that day; if she had discovered, that he could see her every move, well… He could imagine her flying into the air again and this time clobbering him but good. He smirked proudly at that. Yes, she would be a handful.
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Standing in his bedroom again, I was flooded with memories of my previous visit. The sting of his words, his casual demeanor after the fact that he had taken my virginity - all of it welled up in my heart.

I glanced then, in the long cheval mirror in front of me, and watched him through it. He was busy waving his wand, lighting the fire in the grate, and the candles about the room. This would be the second time I would lay with a man, the same man. The first time I couldn’t even remember. God, what to expect? Of course, I know all the details and the intricacies of lovemaking; theoretically. My school years from High School on through College, were filled with girlfriends and room-mates and sleepovers. Days and nights filled, with swapped stories and tips and advice; filled with secret longings and desires; filled with library books on the subject. But with Severus, every thing seemed different. This was not just body and mind but heart and soul as well. Do I want this? Oh yes I thought fervently. Do I trust him? With my life.

He just may take it, my conscience argued.

I don’t care. I only want tonight.

At last he turned to me and caught my eyes in the mirror. Slowly he walked up behind me, eyes locked on mine, and we stood there gazing at each other for what felt like an eternity, communicating our wants without words.

God he looked so masterful, his sinfully black hair, falling slightly forward to hide the contours of his face. His lids were heavy with wanting and his eyes were dark, mysterious half moons intent upon me. I shivered, watching his lips, parted slightly, ready – waiting.

Gentle hands removed the draped robe from my shoulders, our eyes still locked. Without looking he tossed it aside, and then reached around, under my arms and began to unbutton my dress. I gasped at the whispery contact his fingers elicited, and slid my own hands up to his head to pull it down to my waiting mouth.

His kiss was soft and inquiring at first, teasing, almost playful. I moaned wantonly as his tongue slid into my mouth, deepening the kiss and almost instantly, it became hungry, devouring… consuming. When his lips finally pulled away from mine it was simply to catch his breath and to study his now unwrapped package.

“It’s pink,” he muttered looking at my bra and panties in the mirror.

I giggled at his expression. Note to self; get rid of all pink underwear.

“Would you prefer another color?” I asked teasingly

“What I would prefer…” he began, but he said nothing more, for his fingers trailed up my back, undid the clasp of my satin and lace bra and slowly slid the straps off of my shoulders. His eyes smoldered with desire at the sight of my full, rose tipped breasts, rising and falling with my erratic breathing. My eyes were intent upon him now.

Reaching up, he carefully undid the pins that held my hair in a neat bun and ran his fingers through the thick ebony locks till they spiraled over my shoulders. He then began to arrange the curls artistically about my face and shoulders and across my breasts. Again his fingers were warm and feathery against my bare skin.

Satisfied, he stared at me for a few moments more before lowering his lips to my shoulders,

“Beautiful,” he murmured softly and his hands slid under my arms to cup my breasts. My eyes slid closed and I cried out at the feel of his hands now fully against my naked flesh and my nipples hardened painfully as his thumb flicked against them.

Forcing my eyes open again I studied Severus in the mirror. His dark head was lowered with his mouth close to my ear. His body was pressed so tightly against mine that his arousal evident and his hands were deliciously filled to overflowing with my aching breasts. The very sight of me, like this, in his arms – at his mercy - unraveled me and I whispered his name pleadingly.

He glanced up at our reflection again, the pleasure shining in his eyes. He was enjoying this, enjoying my reactions to his touch and reveling in the knowledge that I was submitting my all to him.

Lifting me into his arms he crossed the short distance to his bed and laid me onto the silky silver sheets. I gasped at the coolness of them against my burning flesh. He stepped back a little and just looked at me, lying there in his bed before he began to undo the buttons of his frock coat.

My eyes were entranced as long fingers slowly released button after button. I bit my lip in anticipation; this was taking too long. I glanced up at him only to be met by glittering eyes. The bastard was enjoying my torture! Aching with desire, I wanted nothing more than to rip every stitch from off of him.

“Please Severus,” I whimpered.

He paused and the seconds ticked away. Oh heaven this is worse I thought.

“Very well, I shall indulge you,” he replied smugly, his lips curling.

With a wave of his wand his clothes were all gone and now it was my turn to look my fill of him. He was beautifully pale but becoming slightly mottled with the heat of the room and his desire. Broad shoulders sloped down to narrow hips; his chest, while not sculptured, was still well defined with a trail of wispy hair running down his stomach and lower to his already growing manhood.

“Oh my,” I gasped wide-eyed as I considered his rapidly growing member. The man was stunning.

Tearing my gaze from his body I looked at his face. His features had become guarded; he was wary of my reaction. He was also unconsciously trying to hide his left arm, which bore the Dark Mark.

Kneeling on the bed before him, I reached up and pulled his head down and whispered, “Beautiful” on his lips before I captured them with my own. All my passion, all my desire I poured into that kiss in an effort to reassure him that I did indeed want him and that I was pleased with his physical appearance. I was more than pleased.

As the kiss broke my hands began to explore the broadness of his shoulders and the soft textured skin of his chest. My hand paused briefly over his breast to absorb the rapid beating of his heart, then lower to his flat stomach where my fingers combed through silky hair. I wanted to go further but was simply too shy to proceed. Why can’t I remember the first time? Was I wanton then? Or was I shy, like now?

Instead I leaned forward and planted soft sultry kisses all over his chest. He moaned softly, burying his fingers into my curls as I whispered his name over and over again against his stomach. Taking one of his nipples into my mouth, I licked and blew on it till it hardened. He sucked in his breath on a hiss and held it until I released my teeth from around his swollen nub and licked him again savoring the saltiness of him.

My curious hands had wandered to his lower back and the swell of his buttocks which I caressed gently before inching further up, trailing along his spine and then splaying against the plains of his shoulders. All in all, the man felt delicious. I laid my head on his breast and listened to his fluctuating heartbeat, racing one moment and then slowing as he held his breath. I loved that I had the same effect on him as he had on me.

“Mmmm” I sighed, relishing just being in his arms, feeling his skin against my skin. Gently, he tilted my face to his as he captured my lips in a slow passionate kiss and we both fell back onto the bed.

As we sank into the mattress, Severus continued his ministrations, nipping and biting at my lips until I called out his name in pleasure. Satisfied that I was fully drunk with desire for him, he eased off of me. Propped on his side next to me, he looked down at me and commanded,

“Look at me.”

I held his gaze and found mischief there.

“Don’t close your eyes,” he purred, “or I’ll be very cross, and you don’t want me to be cross now. Do you?”

I shook my head half afraid of what he was going to do and half excited by the prospect of it.

“Good,” he said with a strange smile..

His fingertips traced along my collar bone, to the base of my neck where my rapidly beating pulse could easily be felt.

“Do you like that?” he murmured.

I nodded mutely.

At that, his fingers moved lower towards my breasts, trailing along the valley and then curling around the mound, swirling in degrees higher and higher towards the peak. I moaned at the deliciousness of it and felt my eyes begin to drift shut.

“Eyes open,” he commanded sternly.

Catching myself, I blinked and forced my lids to stay put.

His fingers now rubbed against my hardened nipple, stroking and flicking until I cried out. I was rewarded when his fingers were replaced by his tongue and mouth which intently began to lave and suckle my aching tip.

“Oh Severus!” I whimpered. With my eyes half closed, I lifted my body off of the bed to press deeper into his hungry mouth.

With one final lick at the bud, he lifted heavy eyes to mine.

“Very good,” he murmured and his fingers began again, this time tediously swirling and tracing small circles against my stomach which clenched and tightened at his whispery touch. When he reached my navel, his finger stilled, his eyes fixed on mine.

It was already such an effort keeping my eyes open. I had no doubts as to where his fingers would eventually go; only I didn’t think I would be able to withstand his touch there without closing my eyes. I bit my lower lip and held my breath as his fingers began to move slowly downward until it chanced upon crisp dark pubic curls. I gasped and gripped at the pillows convulsively as one finger dipped into the V between my legs.

“Remember,” he whispered warningly into my ear and he slid his finger further into the crevasses of my feminine core.

I was panting now from the wicked feel of his finger pressing and sliding, spreading the accumulating moisture, my very essence into every fold and circling yet again at the sensitive bud of my clit. It was more than enough to undo me.

“Severus please…” I whimpered again, my hips bucking, my eyes straining to stay open.

“Look at me” he rasped, his pleasure building with mine. Even as my own.

And I did. Oh his stunning eyes, darker than death yet sparking with life and passion. I gazed and felt myself drowning in deep fathomless pools turbulent now with the force of his lust. Deeper and deeper I went even as his fingers slid inside me and moved, evocatively, the way they did that night in the ladies room. His thumb rubbed against my button opening the doors to ultimate pleasure and I moaned as sweet pressure began to build.

Gasping his name I continued to gaze into him, allowing myself to be sucked into the vortex that was Severus Snape; going beyond the physical until I could truly see him, the man within, filled with hurt, desolation, and pain yet holding fast to a secret hope that one day… some day…

“OH OH SEVERUS!!!!!!” I screamed and my orgasm rocked me beyond anything I had ever felt. Unable to hold back I closed my eyes and clenched them shut as white flashes, like lightning, exploded behind my lids and I savored the power this man had over my body.

Before I could even open my eyes again I felt him gently wiping the tears that escaped me and pressing another kiss to my dry lips. Rolling over he positioned himself on top of me, his hips settling between my legs. Using one arm for support, he used his other to snake down between our bodies and guide himself to my entrance. With urgency he pressed forward and we both cried out gasped, I in pain and he in shock.

Wordlessly we stayed there, suspended in time searching each other for answers. I was still a virgin, the thought careened across my mind. He didn’t take me that night.

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I’m her first, her first lover… And even though Severus took pleasure in that fact, the way he had handled it, oh god the way he deflowered her. Ramming into her without consideration. His need to be in her was too great to hold back, he felt as though he would loose his mind if he waited any longer. She would think that I am an animal.

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Though I was hurt by the force of his entrance, I savored the feel if being full of him, complete, joined… one. And I opened my wonder-filled eyes to his and saw regret and guilt.

He swallowed and shook his head. His lips grimaced in pain, in awareness of what he had done and as gently as possible he began to pull out.

“NO!” I shouted and locked my legs around his waist, holding him prisoner inside of me. Through my tears I raised hesitant hands to his face brushing his hair back so that I could look clearly into his agony-filled eyes. “Please, don’t stop,” I whispered, my own voice hoarse with emotion and need. “Don’t stop.”

Slowly I began to rock my hips against his and he sighed in the pleasure of it. Joining in, he began to move inside of me in a rhythm that was older than time, in and out, caressing me, embracing me. I moaned aloud as his friction caused sparks to rekindle. Oh yes we would ride together, soaring beyond anything and everything. I felt my body releasing to the feel of him, shrouding him as he pumped inside of me.

He whispered incoherent nothings to my lips, his tempo quickened and we moved together in unison each evoking pleasure within each other; climbing to reach the summit.

It was getting close now; I could feel it, hear it as he grunted and panted my name over and over again. His elbows were on either side of my shoulders and his hands cradled my face. Forehead against forehead, lips just seconds away from lips we breathed each other, gasping and struggling for release.

“So close Sev. Oh so close…” I whispered against his mouth as we pressed forth until…

We peaked together both screaming out the intensity of our release; he pouring his molten essence into me and I pouring onto him all of my heat and passion.

Afterwards we could only lay there gasping, absorbing each other; savoring in the tremors and aftershocks of our passionate communion. Finally he withdrew, eased off me and rolled onto his back, pulling me with him. Now I was draped on him, our legs entwined my head on his chest and I listened to his deep breathing and slowing heart.

After some moments he inquired softly, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t know,” I replied, smiling at the awe in my voice. “I thought you took me, that night, the last time I was here. I raised my head to look at him, and traced my finger tips across his face. “You told me, ‘no woman comes to your bed and leaves unsatisfied’ and with your demeanor about the whole thing I assumed that you did take me.”

“I didn’t. Though, it was my intention to make you believe that we did have sex.” A trace of regret tinged his voice.

“But why?” I asked, confused.

Severus took a deep breath, exhaled slowly and chose his words carefully, “That night, after I left you on the couch, I came back to bed but, I couldn’t sleep. After an hour or so passed, I heard you come into my room and slip in to the bed. You were shaking and crying and obviously had another nightmare. I held you next to me until you calmed and fell asleep. I left you to it then. As for why, I thought you were already experienced in such matters. I wanted to discourage you from getting too close.”

I searched his face, there was still an anomaly and he was not confessing. It seemed best to not press him overly for information. The “why’s” that plagued me would have to wait till later when I was free to search. Masking my hurt I gently kissed his lips and murmured, “Its ok. Thank you for taking care of me that night. I understand what you meant by comfort now.” Brushing my lips on his bare chest, I lay my head against his heart.

How much time passed I could not tell but he had fallen asleep a while ago. His hands had stopped stroking my hair and his breathing had evened. We made love. I was filled with the thought of it, consumed with the feel of it. But was it love? For me… yes. I wanted to shout it. But for him? Jessica’s concerned face passed before me like a ghost. Her words of warning echoed in the quietness of the night.

Slowly, cautiously I eased onto my side next to Severus and considered his sleeping form. His pale skin looked golden in the light of the dying candles. His darker than black hair fell back away from his face revealing the curves and hollows of his cheeks. There was a slight puffiness, under his deep set eyes and the lines extending from his prominent nose and curled at the corners of his delicious mouth, were now relaxed. I smiled as my eyes drifted further down to his proud chin which boasted an almost un-noticeable cleft.

I wanted to touch him all over again but dared not to disturb his sleep, besides… Chewing my bottom lip I carefully studied his left arm, now tossed casually over his head in the innocence of sleep. The Dark Mark was easily visible now - a skull with a serpent slithering out of its grinning mouth. The blackness of it contrasted painfully with the paleness of his skin. What did you go through Severus? What brought you to this kind of life? You deserve so much more. I hesitated; for my next act would inscribe my name on the list of those who had betrayed him. But I had to; it was my original purpose here. I never expected to love you. Forgive me.

I took a fortifying breath and gently laid my hand on his heart. Closing my eyes, I opened my mind. In sleep his barriers should be lowered, his memories accessible. Open up to me Severus, show me… gloomy mists of the past swirled before me: a young tormented Severus hiding as his parents argued violently, his tear streaked face, his haunted eyes. Afraid of crying out at the sight of him I continued my search. This time I found a teenaged Severus at Hogwarts looking out at the multitude of students that passed before him, some sniggering behind hands, some openly calling him names when all he wanted was acceptance. He was so distant from them all, as though in a separate world looking and longing to join in.

The crowds parted and there stood a girl whose tentative smile was a lifeline. “Lily!” His voice echoed with such longing, I immediately felt jealous. Her image faded to another, a young man who looked a lot like Harry, and I felt Severus’s wave of jealousy. Then the prank… the Shrieking Shack, the werewolf, his near death… but the dark haired young man helped him, saved him.

But Severus could not save the young man, could not save Lily… Oh his anguish, the pain of her death, his lifeline gone… his tormented screams echoing across space and time itself. “My fault… my fault…” his agonized voice sobbed into the endless night that was his life. She died by the hand of Voldemort his leader, his lord. “Lily…” he cried, over and over and I snatched my hand away from him and held my mouth to stifle my own cries.

Gasping in utter heartbreak, I sat up and stared at him forlornly, swiping at the torrent of tears that obscured my vision. He had never let her go. She was still there, in his heart, his secret, his unfulfilled destiny. There was no room for me; I was not even there. Just barely catching the sob that slipped from my lips, I slid off of the bed and hurriedly returned to my own rooms.

Stumbling into the privacy of my own rooms I released the flood of tears that stung my eyes and the stifled cries that tore at my throat. I tossed my rumpled clothes aside and flung myself onto the bed, allowing my misery full reign.

Visions of Severus’ memories now burned into my own, filling me and increasing my sorrow. Thoughts of him being tormented as a young man were painful enough but the very notion that he was still so connected with this Lily was agony. He was tied to her somehow and the revered place she had in his heart was what frightened me most.


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