Fall of the half blood prince
As Severus ran his feet stumbled from beneath him the tears in his eyes making it impossible to keep his balance, reaching his door at Spinners End he fumbled for the handle to let himself in. Slamming the door behind himself he fell again the entrance hall wall. Unable to hold the tears back any longer he exploded into a fit of sobbing; tears running down his nose onto his black robes his dank black hair falling in front of his face.
The sounds of his pain echoed round his empty home, he didn't even hear her coming through the fire place, but out of the corner of his eye he saw the delicate movement of her cape as she made her way over to him. Narcissa, her pale fingers reached up to remove her hood and white mask as she knelt beside him;
"We thought you would come to head quarters with Draco, Amycus apparated with him a few moments ago, they couldn't find you outside the castle grounds…" she broke off rapping her arms around him, he pushed her away; she fell back onto the floor supporting her weight on her this pale arms the dark mark clearly visible.
"So he sent you, did he?" Severus snapped at her, "wanting to know why I didn't leave it Draco, well how could I after … well…" he couldn't go on.
"Voldemort doesn't care who did it, not really he's just happy it's done" Narcissa looked hurt that he didn't want her, but she could understand, better than anyone, Severus had once been Dumbledore's man, through and through; and now because of her and the unbreakable vow a great wizard (though it pained her to admit he was great) lay dead.
Severus looked up at her; the thin rays of moon light filtering through the windows illuminated her porcelain features and gave her crystallized eyes more of a glow, though it may have just been were the light was reflecting from the tears that fell from her eyes. He moved towards her and stretched out his arms to her gently brushing her cheek,
"it wasn't your fault I would have protected Draco no matter what, if you had asked me to or not, he is after all apart of me as much as he is you." He smiled at her weakly, a flicker of a smile crossed her lips too, a faint memory of forgotten time, before all this mess and ruin where all she cared about was him, Severus Snape.
"I forget how good your legilimency skills were" as his fingers closed softly on her face brushing away the tears now falling from her eyes,
"I never had to use it on you I always knew what you were thinking," he moved closer still to her pulling her towards him into his arms so that her head nestled into his shoulder, his hand lazily stroking her soft platinum hair. He planted a gentle kiss on her forehead
"There is a celebration waiting for you back at head quarters, it would be rude if you didn't come." She broke the silence after a few moments, not wishing to get to comfortable in her old place, she did have a husband rotting away in Azkaban after all, for some reason that thought gave her untold amounts of comfort.
"How's Draco?" it seemed fitting some how that Snape, Draco's real father, was the man whom over the last six years had spent more time with him than Lucius had in his whole life; even when Draco was a child Lucius would ignore him, all he was in his eyes was the continuation of the family line; fitting that the perfect male heir was in fact the son of a half blood.
"Shaken and probably retelling the story of Dumbledore's demise over and over again for the dark lords amusement" Narcissa hated her sons boastful nature; it came from contact with Lucius, Draco's imitation of the man he wanted to be. There was a better side to Draco she was sure of it. Severus stiffened up at the though of his crimes being boasted about like that, he wasn't proud of what he had done nor was he in any mood to have it celebrated by a group of drunk death eaters who had killed so much it was second nature to them. Narcissa instantly picked up on the change of mood,
"I'm Sorry I didn't think, Dumbledore would have known you wouldn't want to do it, he knows you almost better than I do, he would have known, he looked out for you like a son, like you do with Draco…" no matter what she said it didn't seem to make any difference, he had gone cold turning himself off from her, again. She rose to leave, "ill make your excuses, I guess your no longer a double agent, shame really, you were good at it, there were times when even I didn't know…" she broke off, feeling as though she were being ignored. She turned to leave via the fire place
As she was making her way across the sitting room floor Severus leapt to his feet, strode towards her, grabbed her by her wrist and pulled her around into a strong embrace his arms rapped around her so tightly she could barely breathe, he inhaled the sent of her hair as he did so. She reached up and placed her arms around his neck.
"I would have done the same thing for you." She whispered softly into his ear the tears beginning to fall from her eyes again. His embrace loosened lowering his hands to his hips staring down into her tear filled eyes once more, moving slowly forward he kissed her softly till her felt her lips part beneath his own, an invitation on her part that he may go on. He pulled her closer he tightly corseted chest pressed into him, his hand moved from her hips to removing her cape, as it fell gently from her slim shoulders her black robes were revealed, the same pair she had worn the night of the vow. Severus, not breaking the steadily increasing passion of the kiss for a moment, reached round Narcissa's back and began to undo the lacing of her corset, with in moments that too fell from her thin delicate frame allowing her small and delicate breasts to bob gently. He pulled her close again feeling her soft frame in his arms.
Their affair had been going on since their fifth year of Hogwarts, she having been engaged to Lucius since her third birthday, obviously they had kept it secret all these years, a fact that had broken both of their hearts in many ways. When finally their kiss broke, her tears had stopped but her breathing was far more erratic,
"Are you okay…" before he could finish his question she had thrust her lips against his with such force that he took a step back, he hands pressed against his cheeks moved to undo the front of his jacket, pushing back the thick material from his body her hands moving to take his shirt off also, the scarred flesh of his chest revealing itself. Placing her hands on his chest she pushed him back into the leather sofa next to the fire place, "wait a moment," Severus shouted for Pettigrew, realizing with a smile on his face that he would be at the celebration. He turned his attention to the vision standing before him. As she removed her boots, causing her to shrink a few inches, she climbed atop his torso as he laid himself out on the leather, resuming kissing her soft lips her body seemed to melt into his own sliding down so she was atop him. With a swift movement he pulled her down to his side on her back, looking into her eyes he began gently stroking her legs, parting her robes he moved his hand gently over her thighs, placing his fingers deep inside her, a delicate moan escaped her lips. Feeling himself begin to grow hard he undid her trousers and removed his boots with his free hand, never stopping pleasuring her for even a second. Her eyes flickered open however when he removed his hand, only to have it quickly replaced by his hard throbbing member.
As they both dressed afterwards , her hair now flowing round her waist as opposed to the slide it had been in when she arrived, neither of them spoke, despite spending a rare night with his lover the face of Dumbledore as he fell back still haunted him, there was no way he could go back to the order, no way he felt he could go back to the dark lord, he could no longer dedicate himself to a man whom he knew was pure evil, he had tasted that evil and knew he didn't want it.
She walked over to him placing her arms round his waist as his back was towards her,
"I love you Severus, if family had never been an issue if I thought we could have lived happily undisturbed, if I didn't think they would have killed you…" he turned to silence her,
"It's no time for ifs my love just actions , actions speak louder than words," he kissed her delicately, took her by the hands and led her over to the fire place, "and besides its the thoughts that count and yours like you are beautiful" he kissed her again as she parted the emerald flame engulfing her.
The clock had ticked slowly the past hours his dark mark had been burning some minutes, the notes lay on his dresser, one to Lupin containing a most sincere apology to the order and to Harry and the other to Narcissa saying simply he loved her and to take care of Draco he was going to need her.
He drew the dagger threw his wrists feeling the veins, tendons and muscles tear as he did, he would apologize to Dumbledore in person.