I have never owned and never will own anything Harry Potter. Unless you count the voodoo doll I have that has Lucis Malfroy's hair attached to it. See I can make him jump up and down. I'm not so sure he likes it. EVIL LAUGH as I show him where I'm going to stick the next pin. A look of horror crosses his face. "Madam, you wouldn't dare!" I give him my most heart chilling smile. "Bet me." I say and drive the pin home. There is a long stretch of silence can you hear it? (I am probably having too much fun.) This chapter is defiantly rated R for BAD BAD BAD things. (Ok well maybe not that bad.)

Chapter 7 Visions

Snape pulled her into his lap ignoring her protests. "Would you quit tormenting me woman." He growled. She looked at him seeing the smoldering passion in his eyes. She giggled. "I love it when you're mad." He grinned evilly. "Do you now?" She nodded. He kissed her hard. She responded with the same ardor. He caressed her legs, sliding a hand under her skirt. He leaned back. She gave him an inquisitive look. "By the way, I should inform you not to dress like this in class, it could be a problem." She chuckled. "Could be." He reached up to unbutton her shirt and pulled her to him so he could bury his face in her bosom. He kissed and licked her cleavage moving to nibble on her ear. Her nimble fingers had already unbuttoned his shirt and her hands were caressing his chest. She kissed him deeply and kissed her way down to where her hands explored. She sucked on a nipple sending a jolt of pleasure through him making him moan.

She kissed her way to the other side giving his other nipple the same treatment. He felt his groin throb. He leaned his head back as she worked her way down to his navel and slowly unbuttoned his pants. 'Oh God!' He thought. 'I knew the old man had it in for me but who knew he planned to kill me like this.' He felt her hand slip into his pants as she nibbled his ear. He groaned pushing her back. "On the bed." was all he could manage. She kissed him again not moving. 'Alright,' he thought, 'That's it.' He stood up taking her with him. She was laughing the whole time. He dropped her on the bed and kicked his shoes off. He knelt on the bed face to face with her. "You are evil." He growled making a lunge for her. She giggled and moved away. "Come here wench!" He caught her and pulled her into an embrace seeking her lips. She responded and liquid flame devoured him.

He slid her shirt off and unhooked her bra. Her skin was soft and silky to his touch. He took one of her nipples in his mouth making her moan. His hands sought for a way to take her skirt off not finding any he growled. "How do you get this bloody thing off?" She bit her lip smiling. He watched her stand and slide the skirt and pantyhose to her ankles and step out of them. She stood before him in only her panties. A nasty circular red purple scar glared at him from between her full breasts. 'So the boy was telling the truth.' He thought absently. He pulled her to him by her curvy hips. She was looking at him carefully. "Much better." He muttered pulling her on top of him for another kiss.

She helped him undress taking the time to tease him as she did. They explored each other's bodies with a building fervor, teasing and tasting. Finally he couldn't take anymore. He pinned her down with her arms above her head. She wrapped her legs around his thin waist. As he slid into her, moist heat enveloped him. He shuddered groaning. He looked at her realizing he wasn't the only one. He slid in and out watching her moan in pleasure. She wanted to touch him. He wouldn't let her knowing that she would make him explode before he could pleasure her. He wanted to please her badly. He sensed she was close and let her go. He kissed her hard, hurting her lips. Together they cried out her nails digging into his back causing a strange painful pleasure for him. His hands were tangled into her hair. She felt him pull it hard as he climaxed. She could feel her eyes sting.

Finally he lay on top of her exhausted burying his face in her neck. He relaxed his hold on her hair but never released it. "Don't move." He mumbled. She chuckled. "Why not?" He bit her neck hard causing her to yelp. "I'm not done." She moved to look at him. "Yes you are." He grabbed her again maneuvering her back under him comfortably. "I told you not to move." She found herself pinned again his free hand playing with her breast. 'yea right.' She though. She rolled him off of her which proved to be somewhat difficult considering his size. He propped himself up and watched her lazily as she walked over to the small kitchen sink. "What was that for?" She blew him a kiss. "I need a drink after all that." He arched an eyebrow. "Did you exert yourself?" She smiled at him. "You get thirsty when you're fighting for your life. I was attacked by a vampire, didn't you see him?" He smiled at her evilly. "I am sure you were imagining it." She wrinkled her nose at him as she filled a glass with water. The cool liquid soothed her raspy throat. He watched her feeling the passion stir once more.

When she turned to go back to bed, she felt two strong hands grab her from behind as Snape pulled her against him. She felt how hard he was. His face was nuzzled in her hair. "I told you I wasn't done." She felt his hand slide down between her legs. She moaned in reply her knees going weak. She heard him laugh softly as he bent to kiss her shoulder. She leaned against him. He smacked her bum. "Back to bed." He muttered. She gave him an indignant look. She barely made it there before he was on top of her again.

A blinding pain shot through Merlina's head making her buck violently and scream. She felt as if her head were being crushed by a sledgehammer. She pushed at Severous. "Get off." She gasped. He moved aside and sat beside her. She clutched her head crying. "Are you ok?" He asked. 'What a stupid question.' He thought as he tentatively touched her shoulder. Her body was wracked with sobs as she reached a hand to him. He took it sliding down beside her. He pulled her in close their foreheads touching. He kissed her softly and wiped away her tears. She looked into his lean wolfish face her eyes full of pain. He held her face in both hands and kissed her forehead. He heard her whisper something but couldn't make it out.

All of a sudden he felt as if his flesh were being torn off. He screamed in agony as the first in a series of visions assaulted him. She felt his body arch and held him tightly. He saw a large blast and people burning alive. A horned man stood laughing as a young blonde man pushed another button setting off another bomb. He watched another scene where women were raped, children were slaughtered, and men were tortured. He saw things he found appalling even on Voldamort's terms. In the middle of all the destruction and horror a group of children were being led by angels into the wilderness. Manna fell from heaven to feed them and they drank the angel's bittersweet tears. The scene shifted to a woman he did not recognize. She glowed so brightly he couldn't see her face.

The scene shifted once more to a waste land of burnt bodies. Some were still alive screaming in pain. He closed his eyes tears falling. Once more he was assaulted with another vision. "Please no." He whispered. Merlina laid a hand on his cheek in sympathy. A young dark haired boy sat on his bed covered in blood smiling. On the floor lay a little girl her guts hanging out screaming. The scene flashed once more to a young girl opening a shed. All he saw were slaughtered kittens. The last thing he saw was an angel blowing it's trumpet as the incarnation of war rode off into the world on his flaming horse.

Finally he slumped against her shuddering at the horror and destruction he had just seen. He slowly opened his eyes hoping it was over. Merlina's face was filled with concern. His body shook with sobs. As he quieted down she whispered. "Are you alright?" Their eyes met and they stared at each other for a long time. Finally he pushed her away and began to get dressed. She watched him silently. "I have to go." He said. "I will be late." She frowned. "It's Saturday." He paused holding a boot. "I have a meeting." He lied. She nodded as he finished dressing. He rose and looked at her. He pretended not to notice the look of hurt on her face. He left afraid to touch her. Merlina curled into a ball and cried.