It's A Muggle Life SSHG
A SS/HG fanfic by The Sortiarius13
A/N:I OWN NOTHING, This is for my amusement and others if you feel so incline to venture with me...The Characters and all rights Belong to J.K. Rowling, but I like to venture into her playground...particularly when it comes to a certain Potions Master...No Money is being made off this...and I'm quite alright with that...Stress relief and letting my imagination run wild is all I care about here...and of course Reviews...I'll try and watch my spelling but it does tend to go awry in the heat of the moment when typing so bare with me...RATED M and it's not changing...I won't be as descriptive as some other writers out of respect to the characters, but I will make them HUMAN.
WARNING: Contains Mature Content...M FOR MATURE...Mature Themes, Sexual Content, Nudity, Language, Violence...
{A/N: So the other stories were a bit slow due to me having been plagued by this story in the form of a plot-bunny and given the season it wouldn't let up...}
{"Rock me baby, rock me all night long ...I said I want you to... Rock me baby, rock me all night long... I want you to rock me like my back ain't got no bones ...Roll me daddy like you roll your flour dough... Want you to... Roll me daddy like you roll your flour dough... I want you to roll me till I won't no more... When you see me coming go get your rockin' chair... When you see me coming go get your rockin' chair... I want you to rock me, rock me away from here..."}Rock Me Baby,Tina Turner
Prologue: Cold Drunken Encounters
December 21st...(Present Day)
Unknown Pub, Unknown Location, England, Muggle World...
Smoke filled the dimly lit room as Severus Snape downed his seventh muggle whiskey. He had been coming to this little hole in the wall for the past three years and not a single person knew his name. A well timed memory charm took care of it before his departure. Everything seemed to be as dull as it had always been since the final days of the second wizarding war. The injuries he suffered as a result of being bitten by that damned serpent Nagini had caused him to become something of a recluse even in the muggle world but he managed to overcome it. The scar had not quite healed from when he was bit but he managed to survive the venom with a Bezoar. Arthur Weasley's survival of the attack increased his own odds despite being bitten eight times. The astounding amount of hatred the serpent had for him would have been amusing if it had not hurt so much.
Snape took another drink feeling the dull burning sensation in the back of his throat as it went down. His blood had barely begun to warm as he noted the singer that had taken to the makeshift muggle stage. She had been a curious sight, a woman of average height with well toned shoulders and a surprisingly thick build as far as her hips and legs had been concerned. It wasn't as if he had tried to note these features he simply had an eye for detail as she stood before the slim gray microphone wearing a short red dress that barely came to the top of her knees and high heeled shoes that seemed to sparkle as much as the dress had.
She was a ferocious looking woman with wild hair that had been akin to a lion's mane. Snape would have pegged her for a Gryffindor if only to serve his amusement as she prowled the stage singing something akin to muggle Rhythm and Blues. The pounding of the drum was only matched by the low growl of confidence that seemed to ooze off her in waves. She had flesh like muggle coffee altered with cream and warm brown eyes that seemed to flicker with a mix of mischief and excitement all at once. To put it plain, she was the kind of woman that could stir a man's desire no matter the implication, but Severus Snape seemed to be the exception to this.
He continued with his drink as she sang some lonesome song about the need for company in the physical sense and glared into the half filled room amid the smoke and dim lighting. He appreciated the music given it did little to dull experience of being in an old pub amid drunken chatter. It was as close to entertainment as he would get for a long while.
The bar singer seemed to eye him as she continued with her verses indicating desire and avid suggestion as he continued his self-loathing experience. He had not been much for the company of women. The scars that lined is pale flesh as well as the ones still relatively showing on his neck had saw to his lack of confidence in that department even with magical abilities.
After a time he had not known how much time passed before the singing stopped and he had been well on his way back to his sad existence in some cramped hole in the wall in terms of a living space. Spinner's End had been burned to the ground following Harry Potter's accusations of him murdering Albus Dumbledore and going back to Hogwarts was out of the question.
He was a fugitive as far as he knew fled the wizarding world the night the dark lord was destroyed by his arch nemesis. It was a fitting end to a life well spent in fear and secrets.
"What's a handsome man like you doing drinking alone?" asked a voice from beside him.
Snape turned to his left and found the bar singer had strolled over toward him.
"Apparently, I have not had as many as you if you believe me to be handsome in any regard Madam." he replied almost bitterly.
"It's been that bad a week has it?" she asked sitting beside him. "Normally, the holiday season is a time for happiness and generosity."
"Not for me it isn't." muttered Snape ordering another drink.
"Oh I bet you aren't that bad." said the woman with a smile. "In fact I'd bet you simply needed the right company to fill whatever void has you this bent out of shape."
Snape had come to the conclusion that she was definitely a shameless flirt once he felt her hand on his thigh. He attempted to ignore it despite feeling his cock respond in anticipation. To say he had been amazed was an understatement. He had not been able to react to any sexual stimulation since he was bitten by that damned serpent.
"I..." he began as his eyes widened.
The bar singer smiled at him knowing full well that she had caused this shift in his demeanor.
"Follow me." she said before getting to her feet and making her way toward the door.
Snape looked around not wishing to waist the perfectly timed opportunity for physical comfort and downed the remainder of his drink before heading out into the cold after her. He had forgotten to erase their memories as he left and never once noticed that none of the people were moving following the singer's approach.
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Small Flat, Seedy Alley, Unknown Location, England, Muggle World...
Snape's mind had been a series of whirls and jumbled images as he and the bar singer headed back toward his small flat in a seedy muggle alley. He had barely taken a breath before she stripped him down to his small clothes and pushed him onto his makeshift mattress. He had been quite drunk he realized as she smiled down at him and the room began to spin.
"You are quite an impressive wizard Severus Snape." she said before joining him.
"W-What?" he asked feeling her body press against his own.
The room continued to spin getting more rapid with each breath.
The bar singer smiled as she captured his questioning pale lips in a heated kiss.
"It's been a while since my interest had been on the matters of mortals." she said kissing his neck in the sensitive spot where Nagini had bitten him.
He felt his body grow tense but the strange sensation of absolute pleasure she had given him kept him from pulling away.
"What are you?" he asked finding it difficult to catch his breath as his heart-rate increased.
"I am someone that is going to give you a chance to obtain your heart's desire." she said continuing to press her body into his causing him to groan with need.
"And what would that be?" he asked losing himself in the overwhelming sense of pleasure that radiated throughout his body.
"A life without magic...and a chance to see what if..." she whispered in his ear.
Before Snape could react to her words he noted the eerie white glow of her eyes just before the spinning became unbearable and his line of vision darkened.
"Good luck Severus Snape." she said as if her voice was fading. "But remember this change is only temporary."
The former Potions Professor slipped into the comfortable embrace of the darkness that surrounded him shortly thereafter, he had not a care in the world nor a means to combat the strong magic of the enticing enchantress.