Author's note:

J.K. is the owner; she's the lady, I'm just having fun.

I'm not making any money through this.

Please don't sue me, 'coz I don't have anything.

Thanks to the good writers that I've read. For sure they've influenced me.

And like one of them said, if you recognize something, it isn't mine.

In this ff, the year in which HP was born was advanced three years in JK's books.

J.K. is the owner, I'm just enjoying myself. And I'm not making money from it.

Please do not sue me, I have nothing.

I thank all the good books I read. Certainly, much influenced.

And as one said, if you recognize something, not mine.

- / - /

Chapter 37 Marriage?

. You and I will never be apart

The reason - Hoobastank - The reason

I'm not a perfect person

I'm not perfect

There's many things I wish I did not do

There are so many things I wish I had not done

But I continue learning But I continue learning

I never meant to do those things to you

I never wanted to do these things to you

And so I have to say before I go

And then I have to say before you go

That I just want you to know

I just want you to know

I've found a reason for me

I found a reason for me

To change who I used to be

To change who I used to be

A reason to start over new

A reason to start from scratch

and the reason is you

And the reason is you ...

I'm sorry that I hurt you

I'm sorry I hurt you

It's something I must live with everyday

It's something I have to live every day

And all the pain I put you through

And all the pain I made you go through

I wish that I could take it all away

I wish I could take it all away

And be the one who catches all your tears

And be the one who picks up your tears

That's why I need you to hear

That's why I need you to listen

I've found a reason for me

I found a reason for me

To change who I used to be

To change who I used to be

A reason to start over new

A reason to start over

and the reason is you

And the reason is you ...

I'm not a perfect person

I'm not a perfect person

I never meant to do those things to you

I never wanted to do those things to you

And so I have to say before I go

And then I have to say before you go

That I just want you to know

I just want you to know

I've found a reason for me

I found a reason for me

To change who I used to be

To change who I used to be

A reason to start over new

A reason to start over

and the reason is you

And the reason is you ...

I've found a reason to show

I found a reason to show

A side of me you did not know

One side of me that you did not know

The reason for all that I do

One reason for everything I do

And the reason is you

And the reason is you ...

That's why I need you to listen

I found a reason for me

Change who I used to be

A reason to start

And the reason is you ...

The reason is you.

- / - /

He got back to the room. Without seeing.

Regardless of the dark. Cleaning the face.

Stunned. He had lost track of time.

And amid the turmoil, your mind thinks for a moment in Anna.

He walked faster. Anna. It would be his salvation. The only good thing of it all.

Anna. Needed to be protected and cared for. Anna. Whose father now ...

He shook his head.

A new wave of pain and tears that the sweep.

-/-/-/ - / - /

Two days.

In their thoughts and feelings were confused. When there was trouble.

And in that time had lost meaning.

He gave thanks that there were students.

Would not be able to handle everything at once.

He also thanked by Anna. She absorbed it.

Leaving no room for thought. Not much.

It was difficult. Taking care of Anna and now, as he leaned over the crib, watching the soft brown eyes and short hair and dark, flat, small face whose expression of both remembered each other. He felt his eyes wet. Not supported, leaving room for Anna while Winky asked him, worried, if he was okay.

She threw herself on the bed. Still feeling some pain because of childbirth, not caring.

He heard the door. Minerva arrived, placing his hand on his shoulder.

It exploded.

He vented voice low and hoarse. No tears. Minerva heard. The pursed lips.

And he was comforted.

To hear the cries of Anna.

He got up, her eyes troubled.

/ --

Hissed. Taking a quick hand to the left arm while crouched.

Your brand burned again.

And now there would be no prayer. Or arms. Or soft tones in your hair ...

No unwelcome presence.

He closed his eyes, giving vent to his pain and anger in a terrible roar.

The words that came out then your mouth would have embarrassed even Mundungus.

/ --

She managed to get some sleep that night, with bad-tasting brew that Minerva had brought.

The pain had decreased. Something had led to a quiet oblivion.

He awoke when he was almost dawn, with the cries of Anna.

Blessed Anna. Somehow Winky had managed to give a few hours of sleep.

Rose.

Anna. Who spent his time. And to keep her from feeling bitter.

-/-/-/

Deal. The bad taste in the mouth and stomach in revolt, reminding him not to mix potions. Especially not with the potion of sleep and alcohol, no food. He got up, heading to the bathroom, sick. Could not stand his own smell. A bath. And coffee. Hot, strong. And another potion. It was what she needed.

Returned. Repenting after the second cup. He leaned back on the couch. Sobriety was not welcome. He reached for the table beside the sofa. All bottles that stood were empty. He shot one of them to fire in anger. He ran a hand through his hair, angry with himself. Looking around the pieces scattered. Realizing for the first time that state was his fourth.

He had locked after putting spells of silence and protections. Recalled that the elf had shouted that he had dared to ask in a whisper, if he wanted to cleanse all. Knowing that he had been sent by Albus. That probably will not take long to appear if he does not anticipate, showing up in the Great Hall. Muttered, picking up the wand. Putting some order into the mess.

He returned to lean on, closing his eyes. Something was growing inside.

Making him feel trapped. Empty. Impotent. Useless.

Irritating to the extreme of not being able to breathe.

Rose impetuously across the bedroom door. Hitting the other.

Eager to air.

For an output.

Or by accident.

/ - /

Minerva had insisted that he would eat with others, because it needed fresh air. Letting her know that Severus had not appeared. Froze, trying to disguise the concern, without success.

- Do not worry, honey. Albus is with an eye on it. - The witch said, pretending to be distracted by Anna.

But that was not relieved her heart.

Unable to convince her that she should not go. And then finally had gone to dinner, a little later just to be safe from ... unwanted encounters.

Not sure if the anxiety in his stomach, was why there was a chance to see black.

Or perhaps because there was not.

- / - /

As expected, he had not been at the table.

And she was able to respond with a little more than monosyllables to the questions brought up the few officials present. Talking about Anna. Pretending to be disappointed. Or sad.

Albus was not. Minerva was with Anna. Pomfrey had been absent from the castle tonight.

Soon. A cake in his throat that made it almost impossible to swallow food.

Fired up. There was no reason to go there.

Minerva was right. The fresh air was doing him good.

He looked out, seeing the glow of the moon reflected in the lake. Sighed.

It was better back.

He had started to walk when a shadow down the hall caught his attention.

He felt the blood run. His heart raced.

The floor that was resolute in his direction caused it to be difficult to breathe.

Maybe now could ...

He was closer. He forced himself to continue. And breathe. Within. Out.

Closer. Searched your eyes in the light of torches and the corridor.

Were empty. And he had not slowed the pace.

- Severus ... - Whispered.

He did not stop. Did not know how or why ... extended his hand to hold his arm.

- Severus. - Muttered again.

He broke away rudely. A look of pure hatred in his direction. He recoiled as if he had been assaulted. Seeing him continue to walk down the hall.

- Severus. - Got to say, the voice in pain.

But he did not seem to hear it. The steady pace, fast. Even disappear.

He raised his hand to his mouth, biting the finger joint to prevent yourself from screaming his name.

He felt his eyes fill with tears. Closed them, suppressing a sob.

Desperation finally take hold of your heart with its sharp claws.

He did not want. He did not want. Not forgive. He would not forget. Would not let ...

He leaned against the cold wall, trying to stop shaking, trying to get some breath control.

He had come so far. He had traveled in time. Lost his family. Had a daughter. Him.

And now ...

Now he hated her. Groaned. It was too much to support it.

Others.

He leaned against the wall, stunned. A decision shaping. Requiring acceptance.

Groaned again, eyes closed, his throat tight.

After a while, finally got to move. As members weighed a ton.

Towards the gargoyle.

And Dumbledore.

He could not remember much of his conversation with Dumbledore.

Only despair. And to ask him, trying to convince him, if it would be better than it was.

Definitely.

Everywhere. He wiped his face, realizing that she cried at last. Far away.

And Albus sighed. As you realize your pain. And their desperation.

He remembered the words and soft touch on his hand while he asked her patience.

Her to concentrate on Anna and calm down. That all would. As the clouds in the sky.

And it also. But this time she could not share the optimism of the director.

The memory of hatred in the black fire. Making it one last time insisting that it was the only solution.

And when he was leaving, holding the door with a trembling hand, had tried to look at him, unable to see it right through the tears, and his eyes were pleading, not knowing exactly what.

Before the door had been closed.

I had heard the sigh of Albus. Not seen blues that were closed.

. - /

Did not know then how he had returned, but was there with Anna into his arms, breast-feeding.

Responding to questions in monosyllables of Minerva. He had lost patience and gone to Albus, he realized that is where Nina had returned.

. -/-..

He looked at the fire through the liquid in the bottle. The stock was renewed.

Did not care. It wondered if he would drink till you drop.

But he had managed to drown in alcohol. Not even open the first bottle.

The memory of her in the hallway in your mind. Tormenting him.

An overflow. Rose suddenly in, dropping the bottle anyway, the wand in hand.

A feather was falling in the middle of the room.

And a message. Sighed.

Albus hell.

He bent down to pick it up.

. - / -.

The old man seemed to just ...

- The director - dripped poison - is not a matter that concerns him.

- What is wrong! - Albus rose from the table and we see that blacks faced blue.

Then he sighed, tired of this discussion. Looked at it again.

- Severus, she was here.

He pursed his lips.

'Then it was quick. "

- You seem to think that all your ... that everything that happens to you is her fault. - Said over his glasses. - Everything.

Severus narrowed his eyes. Wanting to make sure it was a warning in disguise.

- ... And I made a request. - Did not speak of the tears that she had not dropped as he did, or a hoarse voice, shaking - are decided. She wants to leave.

Do not let what she felt from her face.

- I really ... - Began in a growl.

- For a safe place. - Still not allowing him to finish - For as far as possible. Do not want to bother him more. Or put it at risk. - Looked at him in front of his mask - and Severus ... this time is final. - Paused - Sem Retorno.

Knew the tone. Albus would help. He would take her away.

He looked at Dumbledore. The director sat down. And continued.

Suggesting the possibility that Anna be considered a bastard.

She intended to return to work to support herself and her daughter, as soon as possible.

Talking about the "name" that his daughter did not. Neither does she. After all that had passed.

About their pain. Useless as it was. Because of their own.

He used all his respect for Dumbledore to refrain from responding in kind.

- You are then in much pain. - Albus paused, expecting some harsh answer did not come, "sighed - she also lost, Severus. Everything. - No reaction, causing a flash of anger - and by Merlin! - Exploded in front of the cold attitude of his teacher - I wanted you to realize that what you do not have more, you will not be missed. Not so bad. You no longer take chances. You still have your classes. His potions. Still belongs to the Order. Also important is a fighter for the light.

Could no longer contain himself. Albus. Mentor. The man who live more respected.

Seemed just do not understand!

Rose in a burst, supporting his hands on the table and leaning on the director.

Even though I can not do anything! Even now I do not know what you want the Dark Lord! - Growled.

Breathed high. Remembering. I had seen the desperation in brown.

Reflecting his. What came back now. Live.

Severus, - Albus got soft, to see what was in black - The pain of loss is always intense. Any loss. But there are always two sides of a coin. You'll regain his freedom. - Approached the man leaning over his chair, clutching the back so hard - and there ... compensation. You have to Hogwarts and to me. And you can always trust us. And you have Anna. - He did not move - have Nina. Who loves you. Who will do anything for you. - Looked at him - that's already done. - Expected; Snape stared at him, the pain in his eyes - Even if you leave, when he thought that was what you wanted. Turning away, even if it hurt to so that you stay well. And you do it again.

He waited for a reaction. Then frowned, slowly.

- Unless there is something more. - Stretched to its full height - Is there anything you would like to tell me, Severus?

It took almost a second. He lost in fury. He threw the chair away. Albus did not move.

- What the hell, you want to hear? - Shouted - What I've wasted my life with the Dark Lord? And that when he returned, I had to make to do things that I despise and hate to be a good and faithful Dinner? That the Order does not try to disguise their hate and their desconfiançamesmo that causes have information? - Punched the table - any one of them ever thought I would die if I did not? - Breath - What still can not understand why hell, not just prior to this cursed life? - Gave two quick puffs, trying to control, without success - What it ... tears me alive? Each ... - Made a gesture with his hand - piece of information that is achieved with atrocities, rape, torture, and death ... increase my list of abominations? - Breathed again - Has anyone thought, if I can live with that? And that NOTHING justifies treason? Even if I betray who is a servant of darkness, because they are the same people who defended me at Hogwarts and in the hereafter? - Looked at him, empty of hope, the voice down to a whisper - I allowed myself to even be hurt, just to avoid having to kill? That it was almost impossible to rape, torture and hurt? - Stopped, raising his head - sometimes I would rather have gone to Azkaban. - Whispered - or dead.

He saw blue.

The horror was now in his mind. Unable to believe that he had actually said. For the first and only time. Dumbledore's eyes said nothing of what he thought or felt. But there was a small pulsating muscle near his chin.

Snape sighed.

- This is not the answer you hoped director. - And turned to the door, leaving before Albus had said a word.

- / --

He walked aimlessly.

Long.

Trying to calm down. Control the irritation.

Still not believing what he had said to Dumbledore.

Thinking.

As he would give anything to have happened before.

Not now, when there is no more hope. When their "life" had counted the minutes.

He gave a sarcastic smile.

Only a matter of when. And how.

He thought of Albus. His senile hope that everything would be fine, and his refusal to accept that now she could not postpone the inevitable.

Breathed. Trying to deflect what he had heard of Albus.

Punching a wall, not realizing, as he passed. Ignoring the pain.

Still had to face the horrors of what he had done in years past. And there was a chance ...

No.

Should thank her. That was after he had wanted for a while.

The only way to end the nightmare.

Death. Forgetfulness. Liberation.

Breath. Finally realizing where he was. E. ..

Gritted his teeth when he saw the figure approached, tried to shift, but she followed him.

McGonagall.

It would be easy to ignore or run away from the old hag.

Hell. Shook hands to master.

And then she was there.

Telling him that he did not want to disturb him more, with an accent and intonation that made clear that was only because he had been asked to Albus.

And he continued ... there was no guilt involved, saying that not blame him, but he realized, was not exactly the truth. Who knew he had gone through more situations than is humanly possible, and that despite the secret life of pain and he had faced - bufado had to hear it, shouting internally Dumbledore - he still had a choice, which was more than Nina had. She pursed her lips as she continued.

- She can not get out of it all. Can not return to his family. Do not choose this war. Not like us. - He snorted again, getting a frown - Do not pretend you do not know what I mean! We chose to fight, Severus. And we can always go back on our feet and change your mind. - Another clown as he had turned his head - We fight for what we believe, so we know what is right. - Put his hand to his chin by pulling it toward him and holding him not to divert the eyes - She does not. She fights for you! Just for you.

Froze. But it was carried away by her final words, or even for what he felt.

It broke away and walked away in a cloud of pajamas without looking back.

Leaving a McGonagall standing still, looking at him.

Merlin begging to help.

- /.

Growled angrily.

Everyone was thinking it right to give you advice on your life.

Tell you what to do!

"Damn!"

They could not just leave him alone?

For a damn time?

Continued walking. Trying to control. Fists. Eyes insane.

Anger huge. The desire to kill someone, it, again.

He stopped abruptly.

He rested his head on the cold wall, trying to calm down, relieve stress, eliminate nausea.

Roared. Returning to move.

Suddenly changing direction.

No sense in fighting with himself, a losing battle.

There were no winners.

. - /

He had managed to calm down.

He forced himself to go to the dungeon, hoping the anger will let you slowly.

Walked for hours. Using the most inconceivable way.

Until the fatigue began to do this.

Arrived at his door. Entered. Going to your room.

Lighting the fire, even if not necessary. Looking at it. The mind in turmoil.

Allowing time to pass. No hurry. To bring a bit of strain on your shoulders.

Remembering. The words he had said the Director.

Of that Albus said.

And what is not said.

Minerva.

And it.

He shook his head. Unable to let go of your thoughts.

Withdrew.

Eyes closing for a moment, thinking ...

In about a woman who had been in his arms, surprisingly, had trusted him.

Ever. And showing it. No fear. With a faith in him, that could scare.

On how he almost had underestimated. Since the beginning.

Recalled. Everything.

He got up, turning to the fireplace, her hands supporting her, eyes on fire.

"Only a fool." Almost harmless, that he had left approach.

Without further consideration. Only one ... company pillow.

Had been close to surprise you, unwillingly, in many ways.

To talk to, did not carry threats, or pity, or anything else. Just words.

With whom he did not even care much about using your self-control.

And even still kept his guard, had not really cared.

Not finding it would be of no danger to him. Or threat.

This was his mistake unconscious.

He had left inside. Easy. Him.

In every pore.

Shook the stone with their hands tightly.

He had underestimated and she had entered.

Damn, how it had happened without noticing?

Breathed. This did not change anything. Or should not.

' "She fights just for you."'

He turned his head staring into space, into the flames. For answers.

Were not there.

' "You decided. She wants to go ... is final. Sem Return. "

He pursed his lips.

And then, finally hit him with full force.

No return.

A wood broke, causing it to return to reality where I was.

He could be starting to lose it.

To her and her daughter.

Really.

Something cold that starts to spread through her body. With nothing to do with the temperature.

In two steps at the door. The hand that opens.

The feet that take you where the mind was already.

Hit.

He was there at your door. Pale.

He walked away for him to come. The heart racing. Trembling.

He did not speak. Just stood there, standing, looking at her. Looked away.

Wondering nervous because he had come. He hid his hands that he saw them shudder.

Anna began to grumble. Did not move. Waiting.

Until withdrew. Unable to utter a word. Or even think of.

And ignored it. Going to the other room.

Taking his daughter. Uttering soothing words to calm her. And herself.

Verified that was dry. Then he sat down and nursed Anna. That made little noises while sucking her breast, before returning to sleep in his arms.

- Sleep well, little. - Whispered, holding the tiny hand.

Anna sighed. He got up and put it in the cradle. Admiring it.

I knew that Winky would appear soon.

Blessed Winky. Sighed.

He heard a noise, turned around.

Black. He was breathless. He could not bypass them.

For a second he thought he felt the same way as her.

Lost ... in each other's eyes. But then everything came back.

And realized that I must be mistaken. He lowered his head. Would leave the room.

He held. Letting go immediately after.

A splinter hurt your heart aching more on the way he reacted.

Flashing sighed as she walked away.

So now it was so. How to play it ... Burn.

He entered, closing the door. Was stronger than her ... He raised his head. He swallowed, still.

He saw it move. Look for Anna. She bit her lips to see them together, blinking furiously.

Tried to leave again. He turned and stepped preventing it, opening the door, waiting for her to leave, before following it. He walked near the bed.

Heard when he closed the door behind him. Breath to gather courage and turned to face him.

He was taking his wand and muttering to the door. As always. She looked at him. Waiting.

He turned. Looked at her. Remembered what Dumbledore had told only a few minutes.

Was in front of him. Held his gaze as much as he could.

He finally spoke.

- Tomorrow afternoon we'll go to Dumbledore. - Said slowly - McGonagall and Granger will also be there.

'Hermione? On vacation? "

Frowned.

- Why?

He seemed to hesitate. Weird. Hesitation?

- To witness. - Looked at - There will be a witch. - Spoke slowly - the equivalent of a Muggle ... justice of the peace.

He saw the surprise. Disbelief.
'This is a ... proposal? "

But it seemed. Surely it seemed.

It took, looking at him. Trying to control the beating of her heart. Calm down. There was something.
"Why?"

- And why you want ... do this?

He frowned. Breathed.

- Why there is no reason for you not to have my name. - A straight face - Lucius. Others. Most already know. About you and the baby.

She said nothing. Waiting.

- I had all the curse that he carries. - Continued - There is no reason not to also have some ... occasional benefit.

Remained silent. Knowing what he was talking about. The serious face. A neutral voice.

- Like what? - Spoke slowly, staring at him - or better. What you get with this?

He pursed his lips. Displeased. Unhappy.

- What do I say? - Has asked exasperated.

- The truth!

He faced it. He saw the angry eyes. The way he tried to control. Hard.

- You will have my name. I will have in my bed. And I will ... baby.

I wanted to strangle him.

- Her name is Anna! - Said angry - and you've got me in your bed. Or can have. You do not need all that ... bullshit! No need to risk your name. With a backpack!

He held. Tight. The heavy breathing.

C-om the hell woman! - The angry eyes - What do you want? I get on your knees and swear eternal love? Damn! - Growled - This will never happen! I'm not Lupine! And I am not a product of your imagination! You already have a good idea of what I've done. You know what I am. It will not be surprised. And should not ... Wait too long. - Advised, dropping it.
'This is a damn application ... Request? "

He saw her expression harden. The breathing gets faster.

- So. You want ... I have in your bed ... legally. Whether ... power over the baby. - Spoke with an accent - Since I know the laws witches overlap with backpacks regarding a. .. legal descendants.

- She is entitled to my name. - Spoke slowly, hard - and to my heritage.

He felt the anger rise suddenly.

- To hell with your heritage! You gave me all the wrong reasons! - Came to him, eyes bright - Two people get married ... Because they want to be together. Why when we are away - he thought of London - it's as if they lacked a part of themselves. And the presence of the other comforts, soothes, comforts, gives us strength. - Swallowed - Why do not hesitate even to die, since the other was fine. - Saw the pale - For the other, - hesitated a second - and their children are your ... family. His true legacy. - Eyes burned - Why would not mind getting older, no matter where, since they were together!

He turned to run away. Go anywhere. Far.

He reached. Fast. Pulling it toward you. Ignoring the resistance of it.

He felt his breath on your face.

A thumb moved slowly on his face. Away a tear.

Black. In brown. He put his face in her hair. In silence. Do not let them go.

- Just ... accepted.

He had asked? Or had ordered? She could not decide. He closed his eyes.

Not knowing whether to be near him was better than being away.

Breath, wrenching him, slowly, firmly.

Before going to the door and opened it, standing beside her, waiting for him to leave.

And closing the door softly ... after.
'Spend a miserable night! "

As if he really cared.

He wiped a tear stubborn.

He slept from exhaustion, after hours, and Anna feed.

Fighting with the thought that she owed him for all he lost, for their guilt.

But he would kill her, if not even imagine that she had ever thought to accept, so.

Even that was not the real reason.

/ - --

There were the flames that he contemplated not see this time.

But the night outside. Hands resting on the railing.

Remembering another night, almost a year ago.

And a conversation with a backpack newcomer.

He closed his eyes.

-/-/-

Anna, miraculously, had slept for nearly five hours.

He sighed, stroking the soft black hair.

Thoughts lost again. It. And the man who had produced.

He left her. Going to the bathroom to prepare for the day. Turning and straightening the bed.

Winky arrived. Not even noticed the look she gave him after greeting her.

Has become the fourth, anxiety grows. Then, without realizing it, was already out.

Dawn. The cold air hit her face. Unable to refresh your thoughts jumbled.

Raining. A fine rain. He leaned his forehead against the stone pillar.

He did not realize the time passing, but had not been little.

He felt, before he heard.

He opened his eyes, turning slowly. He was there.

Her face was near his heart race.

Disguised as best they could, turning the face to the countryside, pretending to see.

He followed her gaze.

Silence.

- I did not mean to offend her. - Began.

No reply.

- However, - he continued - I want them to have the benefit of my heritage. - She pressed her lips, tense - and can ... promise ... I will try to act ... optimal.

He turned his attention to the female profile.

- And not fail to ... consider it. Despite laws witches favor me with regard to Anna and a. .. other things.

He has to look at the landscape before their lack of reaction.

- What a. .. - The voice was dry - have it in my bed ... Do not worry. - Raised his head - I did not touch on. - Completed hard.

The knife rolled over in his heart. Not even tried to understand.

Only went there. The voice and the meaning of words, coming to her, as if far away.

He walked away.

- But will need to maintain appearances. - Paused - and a few touches are ... required.

He had the strength to move. Just stood there, quiet. Pressing hard stone in their hands.

- I hope that these conditions are ... satisfactory.

Did not move. Do not show what I felt ... He could not, bit his lips trembling.

Listening to him to depart.

-0 -0-0

The day was dragging. The reality finally being felt.

Breathed, his heart heavy.

Would face. Like everything else.

One day at a time.

Called Winky.

Needed that would take a message to the dungeons.

Anna lay with a sigh.

Hours. And no response.

He went to bed. Thinking. Still trying to understand. Confused.

When that fool would ...

There were touches the door. He got up from bed.

- Hermione!

He embraced her. He closed his eyes, still clutching the witch.

Trying not to remember. Struggling not to cry.

- How are you? - Hermione smiled at her.

- Well - looked away.

She promised herself to do the best he could.

Minerva saw entering. Eyes happy. Looked away.

He tried to smile to the face of Hermione suspiciously, while closing the door.

- How is Anna? - Minerva asked.

The lines of his face softened. They came to talking about the owls.

- Clean, fed. And sleeping ... finally. - Turned to Hermione, insecure - Winky is looking after her. - Completed so that the silence did not extend.

Hermione smiled. A bit dull at first.

- Winky takes care of her. - Agreed, then looked hesitant Nina - I know she is sleeping and all ... - Seemed embarrassed - but I wonder ... - Nina stopping it, to take your hand when held.

- Of course. - Pulled it.

He opened the door to the small room that was not there before.

Picking himself thinking again, as they could do using magic. However ...

He shook his head to ward off the thought. It was time.

Anna slept aside. The sweet face toward them.

Hermione gave a delighted expression when he joined us.

- She is beautiful! - Whispered.

Almost smiled in response. It would be difficult to distinguish the traces of Anna that penumbra.

Hermione was still admiring the small. Until he turned.

- Nina ... - Uncertainty was back - I wonder ... - Stopped.

Understood. What she wanted to know.

- I'll let you stay with it later. - Muttered.

The witch gave a small smile, nodding in response.

Knowing Severus, I knew I had not explained anything.

Mentally thanked her for not asking how and why everything happened.

Mainly o. .. marriage

Was not ready to talk about it yet.

They returned to the room. There was tea which Minerva had provided.

- Okay. - Swallowed, tense, without touching the cup - you will have to tell me. - It was better to face at once - I have no idea of how a wedding wizard.

He saw them looking at each other. She felt her face flush hot with that rose.

He knew what they thought. Tensions have worsened. I had read about them for some time.

- This course, if they extend to weddings with backpacks.

Minerva came forward, holding his hand.

- Of course you do dear. - Hesitated - Since ... involved so wish.

He bit his lip slightly, nervous. He had not told her about it.

We replied, looking at them.

Hermione moved to repeat, seems to have taken a decision.

- You need to prepare. - Said rising, breaking the silence, acting as if it had not happened.

He pulled something from his pocket, putting on the bed. And he took the wand, she nodded.

There was a dress. And more. She turned to Hermione, in surprise.

- I think it will. But I can "tweak it" if necessary. - The witch said.

No reply.

- And I help them. - Minerva took a step forward, pleased with how everything was going.

Nina felt his eyes wet. He turned them. Minerva approached the bed, pretending not to see.

- Thank you Hermione. - Muttered.

She smiled.

- I think you'll be beautiful in it. - Said frankly.

He turned to look on the bed.

He imagined a pair of dark eyes to see it.

And then ... Felt there was something good in everything, though.

He wanted to marry.

Well. He raised his head. He will marry.

Her eyes sparkled for a second.

The later ... - Sigh - it would be later.

It was time to regain control. Or at least try.

Breathed, turning to the two.

- E. .. what I have to do? - Asked.

Hermione smiled ... It's about time.

He took the chair under the table and sat down.

Minerva conjured up another one for you and one for Nina. They sat.

- There will be three parts. - Minerva seemed to approve of the way Nina - You'll find it for the first part. - Paused - Between you. "The heart." - Nina frowned - then there will be the second. The world. "The mind." And finally the third: the consummation. "The body." - There was a flush on the face of Hermione now - No marriage witch is complete without these three parts, which should unite.

Nina avoided looking at them, swallowing quietly. Leaving that thought it was embarrassment.

Would not think about it now. Was quiet.

No need to worry about the first part: Severus to help. - Minerva enigmatic smile - You will need two sponsors, you trust, who will represent and prepare the second part, while you are performing the first.

He raised his head. She looked at them, seriously.

- I already have two godmothers. - Put your hands on them - What are my family now. - Tried to smile at them, grateful, his eyes serious, emotional - in that I would trust to my Anna. One that is like my sister. - Looked at Hermione - and the one that gave me the honor of letting me take it as my mother. - Embraced them.

He thought he saw a principle of tears in the eyes of Minerva that once disguised.

- We need to hurry dear. - Muttered.

After he had taken a bath, brought him scented oils. Aphrodisiacs, said.

He used them, being carried away by them.

Suppressing a sigh, without telling them that he was not sure would make a difference.

When he left the bathroom, Minerva was not. He had gone to arrange everything.

Hermione did not ask what was the "everything".

But he had decided. Nothing mattered. She was struggling. To have a wedding "normal".

As far as he was allowed under the circumstances.

He had hoped one day. Could do it want it again.

At least you could try.

And there would be a wedding after all.

A wife. And a ... husband.

Brown flashed.

Anna slept with Winky, after many recommendations.

Minerva had said not to worry. Your stuff would be transported to their "new" rooms.

The elves were already providing everything.

Nina was standing in the middle of the room.

- Well .. - Minerva began, admiring the result of joint effort.

Breath. Trying to calm down.

- It's time. - Hermione completed by opening the door for her.

Left.

They were walking the halls. Minerva and Hermione on either side.

They had been exchanged for the occasion. And they had gone to catch it. Accompanying it.

As she tried to control the nervousness.

He regretted not taking a bouquet. Or a rose.

But they had smiled when he appeared to look for it in your room, without finding.

Dress in your body making it look nice.

The neckline almost too generous with the huge breasts because of Anna.

She had asked and Hermione had changed the color. For pearl.

They walked for some time.

Was not sure, but it seemed the room request. Avoided frown.

Something is stirring in his brain.

He forced himself to go back to what was happening.

There were three witches dressed in bright robes.

Dumbledore. He smiled to see her. Eyes happy. Sweet. Almost fun.

A young, very seriously. And a man who looked like her father, given the similarity between them.

They shook his head. Without saying a word.

Not understand. Even the director had not said anything, away from the front of a door. And she opened it for her to enter.

She turned to Hermione and Minerva who smiled. He gave a tight smile in return, and a step.

Witches turned away. She hesitated looking at them.

Hermione seemed to notice his discomfort and approached.

- No man can speak or touch you today. - Murmured - Before her husband.

Understood. He nodded.

Hermione seemed to hesitate. Then, having decided, come closer.

- Change what you do not agree. - Quick whispered in his ear.

He looked at her puzzled. But she was quiet and walked away, leaving next to Minerva.

Nina turned, trembling. Breathed.

It was time.

He took two steps, through the door. He listened when it was closed behind her.

She lifted her face.

He waited.

In a black suit, different, long time. He glanced through it. Seeing the buttons that went up to the height of the thighs, the black pants. And the absence of wear. Severus Snape.

He looked at her. Standing about three meters across the room without furniture.

Which had no ornament. Almost empty.

Except for a bank. Tall and narrow. Environment twisted looking old. That was among them.

And something she did not identify, on top of him, supporting a small box.

He had his face turned serious and not blacks, who shone when he saw her.

As he absorbed. Dress. Hair. She.

'My ... marriage. "

Leaned just a little slow, in compliance. And rose, while looking at it.

She repeated. Slowly. Trembling.

He took a step, and then stopped in silence. She repeated.

Nervous, to see coal so close.

- Do you know ...? - An eyebrow rose.

He shook his head uneasily.

- No. - whispered, her heart pounding.

Seeing the man before her. So sure of himself.

- There will be words ... What will be said by each. - Paused - and should be met.

She stared at him. Realizing the meaning of words. And the tone in which they were spoken.

He raised his right hand, extending it to her, standing aside. The other hand on the back.

She began to lift his left. He nodded, denying. She corrected.

He spread his goals, allowing it leaned his. It felt, warm to the touch.

Something happened.

His heart seemed to pound in his ears, a regular rhythm. A little faster.

But so loud that she thought he might be listening.

He raised over his head and stared at her. Solemn.

- I will divide with you what is mine. My inheritance. And my name. - The voice was serious.

It was like a small electrical charge through your hand. For your body.

She stared at him. The rapid breathing. Without shifting blacks.

There were two hearts now beating in his ears.

Magic. A wedding wizard. Magic.

He stepped to the side. The hand on hers.

She thought, trying to calm his heart, which could offer.

While he waited. Without taking his eyes off her.

Recalled wedding backpacks. And what they said.

Breath, waiting for work, and that his voice did not tremble as the rest of it, with emotion.

- With my body I thee honor. I offer it to you. Only you will deliver. Only you belong. And never give, to anyone else.

The same electrical charge. Beats.

He took a step, like him.

- I will use all means. Magic. Force to protect it. And the ... Anna.

Breathed.
'Anna? "No. Something was wrong.

' "Change what you do not agree."

He felt the blush rise. Remained firm.

- No. - shook his head - and to our children.

Black shone. It. He thought he saw a small tremor on the side of his mouth.

And then a movement of his head.

- I will use all means. Anyone. Magic. Force to protect it. And to our children.

The energy was there.

He took another step. The hand on hers. That was cold and trembling.

'Oh, Lord. "

Avoided angry with Hermione. She could have said. Would be better prepared.

Well he would have to wait.

He hoped that he did not know weddings backpacks. Breathed.
'Fuck you! "

She was a bundle! And there was nothing wrong with promises backpacks.

Stared at him.

- I'll be with you. Joy. Sorrow. Health. Or disease. In good times or bad. And do not leave.

Energy. Another step.

He released her hand.

' "She fights just for you."'

He looked at her. Expression indecipherable.

He held the other. She raised her.

- I will respect it. Not allowing anyone to dishonor.
'What do you mean by that? "- Thought nervously.

The energy did not happen.

He raised an eyebrow. She sighed, apprehensive. He tried to understand the words.

Respect. Him for it. Sure.

And do not leave ... anyone to fall. Or treat her as inferior.

There was energy.

Shivered. The thought that he also had to understand and accept the promises made.

Maybe even believe them.

He took a step backwards to the previous steps.

It looked black. Dove.

It was his marriage.

With this man.

This wizard.

Your wedding.

He raised his head, his lips trembling with emotion.

- I offer you. My loyalty. Me. And my confidence. - The voice became sweeter, in his eyes - and try, by all means, stay away from you ... all the shadows, I can.

Coal. Flashing.

The lip trembled more, feeling the emotions that run through it. Them.

She saw him breathe. Energy.

Another step.

- You have my loyalty. And my account. Will work. To rise above our differences.

She looked at him. The sound of two hearts in his quick ears.

He raised over his head.

- I will. Wherever you go. And do not leave. Never. And what will follow. Any place.

Another step.

- Try. Give you. Everything you need.

- I'll be waiting for you. Until trust. Believe. I will be here. For you.

He looked at her. Shining.

- Okay. - Closing said.

But he could not take his eyes of the woman before him. His ... wife. And how was ... Bela.

Equal. Else. The nights in his room. And others, in her room. Your first kiss. His acceptance of it. E. ..

She looked at him. Black ... it. Strange.

Felt anxiety. Growing inside. He held his hand, intertwining their fingers.

"Not yet."

It was not all. Concentrated. Eyes closed. Feeling.

Remembering.

From what she had wanted when he arrived. His. And its darkness.

What she wanted to be light. His body. Your touch ...

From all that had happened ... Among them ... The images are repeated. Mastering it.

And there was. All that had been spoken. Never felt so much love. Him.

Gasped. The emotion, exploding in his chest.

'I love you, I promise. As I live! "

There was the energy between them. Strong. Powerful. Leaving more shaky.

Somehow, it had been enough. Without the consent of him. Or knowledge.

He opened his eyes, breathing. Seeing black, shiny. And frowning.

Returned, his face warm.

Until lowered his, diverting it, yet intense.

Having trouble holding all that made sense.

He still stood. Before you raise your head and hold your hand.

Was quiet. Waiting.

He took another step toward her. He did the same.

Feeling in his face, his breath. And the warmth of your body. So close ...

He put his hand under his chin.

And there was coal. In brown.

The eyes strayed to his lips.

Her mouth dropped. To find yours.

In a soft kiss. Sweet. As she never thought he could give.

The arms were involved in. Slowly, he lifted up his, her hand going to his neck.

He was floating. He gave himself. That kiss. And him. Moved. Feeling tenderness.

Loving it.

While continuing. Mouth and lips. Bodies and souls. Hearts and minds.

Time lost meaning. Given the intensity of their feelings.

Until he separated them. Much later. Eyes shining. For her.

For a wonderful moment, thought he saw them, all she wanted.

- We gotta go. - He said quietly, hoarse - are waiting for us.

She nodded. The spell was broken.

As he walked away. And it came to the door. Waiting for her.

Sighed.

/ --

The younger wizard was there. As if guarding the door. Waiting to accompany them.

Severus was a door. The wizard entered.

And he took the small object on the bench, bringing it.

Walked ahead of them, to Dumbledore's office.

She felt all the time, his hand on his waist.

They went. The door was opened.

The office was different. Lighter.

Furniture away. Except for the table.

They entered.

Hermione smiled. A big smile. Equal to that of Minerva. She thought she saw ... Tears.

Weird. He looked at Dumbledore, not understanding. Seeing the brightness rascal in blue.

The older witch beside him.

- Be welcome. - The director said, before smiling.

He nodded. They approached the table. The director walked away, stopping in front of Severus.

Across the table, Hermione and Minerva also moved, getting in front of it.

The wizard shook his wand, causing a large parchment arise.

He thought for a second mad, if all they said was there.

He looked at Severus. What was the expression indecipherable.

Trembled.

- This is the contract that will seal the marriage. - The witch said, diverting their attention - has been discussed among the sponsors.

Spread it on the table. A golden feather appeared. Huge. Linda. But she did not see the cartridge.

The younger wizard approached, putting what he had carried on the table.

She noted. Curious. It was a cup with a golden liquid by half.

And a small box that did not look wet inside, open.

Where there were two alliances with a different format. What shone intensely.

But they were golden. Seemed ... silver. With two small stones, green on top.

Severus took the pen and dipped it in liquid, leaning to sign.

He put the penalty in place, looking at her.

She breathed. Thought you would sign without reading, as he.

He took the pen slowly, trying to read what was written.

And discover, surprise, it was like a contract.

But there was no word of what they had said.

He looked black. Seeing them close. As if they were angry by the delay.

Signed and return it.

Severus walked over and took one of the alliances. He looked at her, waiting.

He reached for it. What to put on your finger, making it feel the same energy.

Much more powerful. What made her shiver, when you may pass over your body.

Breathed. Seeing when he extended his hand. He reached to pick up their alliance.

Realizing to pick it up, the liquid did not stain his hand, although he had signed with him.

He took his hand, which was hot in contrast to his, and placed it on her finger.

- Done! - There was a light wand wizard.

What made the shake the wand, causing the parchment disappeared.

Then Minerva and Hermione approached, greeting them.

Dumbledore came to her and hugged her.

- Congratulations! - Smiling eyes, a strange voice.

But there was more, she realized, those two little words. She responded.

Seeing so shy, like Hermione greeted Severus.

Husband.

He shook his head. Would not think about it now. Albus let go. He looked around.

Minerva tight. Whisper words good. Smiled nodding.

He said he needed to go, to make sure everything was in order for them and with Anna.

Thanks, seeing her move away. Then he saw trays. In tables that she had not seen before. And drinks.

Besides chairs. While everyone talked, all over the place.

With Albus Severus. He turned his eyes to see them exchange words below.

Approached Hermione. There was something I wanted to know.

- Why were you smiling like that when I? - Whispered to her, not to mention the smile of Minerva.

She smiled again, just "knowing".

- Why were many colors, the promises of you.

Frowned.

- How so?

- Promises. Each has a color. And there were many. - The smile widened - some bold colors. Brilliant.

He felt his face redden.

Hermione laughed. I was happy with the outcome of all, after all the tension of the day.

- Do not worry. - Said to see her discomfort.

Easier said than done.

- And do you know what ...?

- No. - it seemed fun - just guessing. - Smiled again - but should not be difficult for older wizards. - Provoked.

He closed his eyes, mortified. He opened them.

- Why do not you say? What would happen and ... - Bit her lip, her face anxious - and I saw no color.

- Muggles can not see. But you must have felt something different. - She touched his arm, seriously now - I want to have as many colors as yours, when I married.

Of course. Sighed.

- I have not done any thing wrong.

- Well .. - She hesitated - Almost.

He looked at her quickly. She seemed embarrassed.

- It would be an insult if you slow to sign. Especially to Professor Snape. The contract was offered for it. To be discussed and amended in the interest of you, Minerva, and I Dumbledore.

- Why?

- To protect the interests of you. The godfathers and godmothers must have the trust of the ... engaged. - Used the word Muggle - Because they decide as to the financial and other things. We almost do not change anything. Dumbledore loved that you must live here for at least another year, and then by the time they want. - Expected Professor Snape agreed, shrugged his shoulders - I can remember was it. - Looked around.

- You can decide where we live? - Was surprised.

- Not always. But there is much that a sponsor can decide. Provided that the benefit of the couple.

- Severus did not even read. - Felt a shiver; could say his name in public.

- He showed confidence. If he had hesitated, it would mean that he had doubts about marriage.

He raised his hand to his mouth. She had only wanted to read, but ...

He realized now what he had done, seeing Hermione, who glanced around again.

- Do you think ... - His eyes were worried.

- No. - she shook her head - We understand. You're a fool. It was an insult.

'I hope he thinks so too. "

Sighed. Hermione stopped and looked at her watch, no way.

- Nina ... - Started - You should be ...

There was a hand on her waist.

- Along with her husband. - He whispered in his ear.

'Oh, God. "

He felt the warm hand on it. Firm.

- I did not know. - Wanted to defend himself.

- Er ... - Hermione looked at them - I'll talk to Professor McGonagall. Professor ...

He nodded in response to compliance. Hermione walked away.

Breathed.

- You need to tell me. I do not know what I have to do.

Black shone. Something going through them.

- You have to stay by my side all the time. As if ... more than happy to do so. - There was a strange tone in his voice.

He felt a shiver, wondering if there could be two ways. Was not sure, but ...

Well .. That would not be so difficult.

It would not be difficult.

- And what else? - The voice was low, almost sweet.

Coal. It.

- You must serve me.

Squinted. Not knowing if he was having fun with it.

- And what you want, sir? - Joked.

- Careful. - The voice was dangerous, soft - You can find me ... desire ... - Looked at her blush - a lot.

He felt a chill. Disguised, dodging black, and reaching for a tray.

Taking it and giving it to him. He looked at her and took what was there, taking it to the mouth.

Seemed to have eaten all day.

Almost smiled, he was human, after all.

He looked black.

He realized that he had been looking, as he took the food to his lips.

Diverted.

But no one came. Entertained to talk to each other.

Observed with the wizard Dumbledore older, serious.

Sighed.

There was something that was bothering him. And was not going to wait until they were alone.

- Promises ... - Turned to him, facing him - They were only ... - Not continued, hoping to understand what was not said.

He thought that he would not respond.

Until held his arms. And he was facing her. Very close.

Black. Hard.

- They were not there when we did.

Understood.

And despite the way he had said she was happy.

Brown flashed.

Calming black.

0

He did not come from her.

And some time later, grabbed his arm, showing the door with his head.

The Witch's newest ministry, which was closer, he realized.

He seemed more relaxed, a glass in hand.

- Yes - got happy - It's time for ... - He was intimidated by the look of black - the third part of the wedding. - Ended quietly, as they went.

Frowned.

Sorrow. Seeing the words that her husband whispered.

"There will be no third party."

Went down to the dungeons. The path had been done in silence.

He opened the door for her. Entered. He worked in the office, addressing the room. Away the memories. Noted the differences. Everything seemed to ... higher.

There was another door, one that she had not seen before. Winky was there.

Approached. It was the fourth that would be Anna.

The girl slept, ma'am.

Entered. He saw the daughter lying little hands up, resting on the pillow. The mouth open.

Smiled. He felt he was not alone. A presence behind her. Did not care.

He raised his hand, passing it gently through the small face. Sighed.

- Thanks Winky. - Turned to her - Good night. - Tried to smile.

She smiled back. Starting to get used to the new treatment.

- Winky takes care of the girl, lady. - Spoke seriously, but happy.

- I know. Good night.

He tried to ignore it in passing, nervous. He returned to the room.

He looked around. Half lost.

'My marriage. My wedding night. '

But he would not play, had made that clear.

Although she had hoped that this would change. After all.

He shook his head. Not going to cry. He went to the bathroom to prepare.

If he were to maintain. She wanted to make it difficult for him.

The bathroom also looked different.

- Good evening ma'am. - There was a respectful voice.

The mirror. He moved his head.

She put the sweater Hermione had given him and that she had never used.

He paused a moment to look at your ring, and the details, intertwined, admiring it.

And then ... felt the goose bumps to think ... Married! Him.

Recalled the wedding. Promises. And the kiss that followed.

Even more determined to make him change his mind. And completing the third party. Tonight.

Returned. Feeling his eyes on you.

But he turned to the fire, as you do not care, when she looked at him.

Hurt. Managed. Undecided whether to go to him.

Until realized. Was standing a few steps and he ignored her. Deliberately.

He bit his lip going to the bed, slowly.

He lay down, closing his eyes. Struggling not to cry, unable to sleep.

Pretending not to notice. When he finally lay down. Much later.

Far from it.

Agreed shortly after.

He felt the soft bed under him. Else. Recalled. He opened his eyes.

He had not touched.

And it was in front of her. Looking sleep. Heard the fireplace. Sighed.

He opened his eyes, looking at her. Seeing the flames that danced by the contours of your body.

Coal flashed. She was there. In your bed.

Too close. Could feel the heat coming from it. The smell.

And brown. Deep.

- What happened? - She murmured.

His only movement was frowning. She was quiet.

- What are you talking about?

She looked at him.

- You do not want me anymore? - Whispered with a hint of trouble.

The words he said in front of your room about not playing, burning in your mind.

Still ... He had wanted before.

He expected to be different. After what had happened at the wedding.

He moved very slowly. The breath in your face. The body leaning on it.

Until she felt her thigh. Ready. His breath quickened a little.

Coal. Serious.

- Is that what you think?

Felt a warmth go through her body.

- So why? - Asked below.

She saw him breathe and move.

- Why you is not ready. - Spoke angrily, standing up - not me. - Muttered.

She thought she understood. As he walked away, adjusting her robe with which he was lying.

They also raised. Going to him.

Pomfrey had told him. Five days would take the potion. I had more. And she was not feeling well.

- Severus. - Called, afraid to touch it - Pomfrey ... No problem. Not now.

For a moment ignored it. Then hesitated, and turned to her. Bright eyes. In turmoil.

- I want to stay in another room. - The voice was strange - or go away.

'You're kidding ...'

Frowned in disbelief, watching him. Was sure. There was more.

- Why? - Demanded, approaching.

Would not leave. Not without an explanation. Not even one. But he did not know.

- You do not want me? - Whispered softly.

He heard a moan.

That was quick.

Was pushed. Two steps to the wall near the fireplace. He did not touch.

Holding his wrists above his head.

The body very close. Breathing soon. Hot. In your face. Frowned.

He clenched his teeth. More control than ever needed. To not touch it.

Approached her face. Up close and personal with her hair. He breathed, closing his eyes.
'Viola odorata ...'

Trembled. Feeling the heat of the body closely. And will. The need.

Coming it. Powerful. Had always been.

Understanding that could be increased energy, coming from the spell of marriage.

Even if he had taken precautions against it. Along with the potion.

He breathed again. Thinking about how much of their control was needed to resist that ... Veela.

And the amount, much more was being required to resist its ... wife.

Shivered. Wife.

Squeezed more pulses in their hands. To prevent them inch forward. The other places.

Seeking air. Prevent himself from touching it. Feel it. But he could not ... Stop looking at it.

And there were black. Slow. In every part of it.

And she felt. A heat up. A tightening sensation in your belly, when they came to Brown.

Seeing the expression of dark eyes. And the face. Desire. Hunger. Lips almost on his own.

The heavy breathing in his face. Realizing that he had never felt so ... alive. In this look.

He saw. Flushing. And hunger. Like his. In her eyes. And the way they moved, closer.

He used all his control. To keep away. Feeling burned. Burning.

- You can not guess? - Growled slowly, hoarse - I can not! - Roared, without releasing it.

Not sure. If you could let it go.

'Cursed enchantment ...'

But he knew. It would not. Had never been.

And it had happened a long time since the last time ... What was his body.

Breath, very close. Eyes heavy. The smell of violets testing your self-control.

She wanted him. Fondly. The body on fire, like his. And had the right, he thought. The everything.

- What? - Stretched out, wanting him, leaning against it.

He felt it. Next. Causing it. Gasped.

- What you can not? - She murmured again, seeing the desire in him.

He was still looking at his lips. Breathing hard. Without touching it. Keeping it away. Centimeters.

He tried to control. Nostrils dilated.

- Ensure. - Was in his eyes, really - What will not hurt you. - Said hard, black flashing.

'So that's it! "

He felt a chill.

Fear. And excitement. Blending. His breathing quickened.

Brown.

He smiled gently. Valente. Despite fears.

- You never could. - Whispered to him, her eyes shining.

A second.

He heard a muffled sound. Wrists loose.

She sank in a storm.

As before.

-/-/-/

It was as she expected. Or almost ...

Maybe he was right. Moved, his body aching.

He got up slowly, going to the bathroom. And then see that Anna was waking up. He saw that it was dry.

Nursed her until she slept again, calm, even with the sound of snoring Winky.

Returned. Stopped, leaning against the door closed behind him. Looking at it.

Seemed to sleep. Sighed.

He walked to the other door. I just wanted to get out. Even for a short time.

It was dark. As always.

He saw the desk. Guessed the door of the lab on the other side.

He leaned against the edge of the table, almost sitting. He closed his eyes. Silence.

Of the many things dead. Remembering. What had happened.

It was his body that had been the problem, confirming what she thought.

It was him.

In their hunger.

Almost ignoring it. Almost hurting her. Until withdrew. Until ...

Shuddered, remembering. Just as he had shaken with emotion.

Hearing him in a rare show of himself. When he buried his face in her hair, and said almost in a moan.

' "Merlin, how I miss you ..." "

Grabbing it. The arms around him. Eager. As if to prevent her from walking away.

That.

What made it vibrate, and that he is worth, all the rest. That has to be with him again.

Throughout.

He felt a chill. He closed his eyes.

' "Merlin, how I miss you ..." "

He touched his lips swollen from kissing. Sighed. The phrase is repeated in his head.

Down hand. He felt pain. He wondered if would stick with green spots. As before.

He heard a noise.

He was there.

Coming your way. Leaving the door open a little light. But she saw ... The question in his eyes. And the serious expression. When he went closer, and held his chin firm.

- I'm fine. - Muttered.

'You do not hurt me. Not much. "

He knew it was not completely true. But he had allowed himself to lose control.

Eager. After so long. Without it. Even if he had not trying to hurt her.

Without understanding how the tension of recent weeks ... seemed to have simply disappeared.

No one was deceived. They had "disappeared". But think about it now.

He heard her breathing. Body closely. Like him, with nothing underneath. Doing so will have it. Again.

Inhaled air. Violets.

Fingers slipped. The facial features. Neck. And the neck. Experiencing the skin.

She could not understand what he felt. And as his body was still reacting. On fire. Him.

He embraced her. The mouth near his ear. Feeling your smell. Hands on his back.

And slowly, his face slipped by her. The mouth was around his neck. And in his chin. Slowly.

And then ... on his shoulders. Slowly. Breasts. Returning to the neck. No hurt.

And he felt. The body throbbing. Again. For her. Sighed. Controlling.

Hands down. Untying. Away clothes. Playing it. Looking. Easy. Testing.

She sighed. And he opened his robe. Wandering hands over his chest. Shoulders.

Getting closer. Feeling it. Ready. Shuddered.

He noticed. Lips on lips.

He sat on the desk. Without breaking the kiss. Wanting it, even more.

But as had been earlier. I wanted her to correspond. What was with him. Whole.

I wanted to hear her name when she ...

Shook it. Searching the body warm. Rubbing it in your. Sliding your hands caressing.

'As before ...' - breathed.

She saw how he was excited. And as yet ... He continued to play it. Insistent. Smooth.

Urging it. Freaking it. Sighed. Taking his hands to his back. Feeling the scars.

And hearing him moan when she came over, and straightened. Causing him to feel it.

Hot. Shuddered again. Wanting it.

- Please. - Whispered in his ear.

He shuddered. Breathed high. And gave up.

He held her by the hips. The body of seizing it. The lips on his neck. Tightening it.

And then. Tilting it back, and down together. As she closed her eyes.

Turning the legs behind it, bringing it closer. The hands on his shoulders.

His face in her hair when she lifted her head. Moving his arms behind his neck.

' "Merlin, how I miss you ..." "

- I miss you. - Whispered soft in his ear, his voice hoarse with excitement.

He felt it tremble. And go deeper, as if in answer. He moved his head to see it.

- More. - Whispered slowly, looking at the crease in the midst of the eyebrows, among the black hair.

He answered. Sometimes. Breathing. Until we had enough. Increasing the pace.

Severus ...

She saw him surrender. Unable to contain himself. Holding it tight. Lost.

- Severus! - Screamed, digging her nails into his back, amid the scars.

Something nasty was agreed when he heard it. Besides ... possession.

He squeezed her tightly. Going one last time.

Finally closing his eyes.

. --

They ended. His forehead on his.

The rapid breaths. Calming. Easy. He closed his eyes for a moment.

And then he looked at her, and she saw the expression almost amusing, among the black hair fallen on his face.

Not understand.

- What?

- Do not put any muffler spell here. - Said gently ironic.

It took a while. Realized. She had screamed his name.

- I think my ... Fame - a raised eyebrow - You may experience increased. - Provoked debauched.

She was mortified. He saw how he enjoyed with her expression. Lifting.

At least he was brave, found surprising.

- We are in July. - Reminded her. - No students - whispered, without releasing it.

But she lost, the tone slow, fun, who knew more.

- Only teachers. And ghosts. - Looked at her - and elves.

'God! Winky! "

He looked over his shoulder to the door of the lab, and then to express it.

Bit him on the shoulder. Horrified. Blushing. But happy.

For carelessly as he had said. And by intimacy. Shared.

Lay her head on his shoulder.

He saw the chair, leaning on the desk. Smiled.

Then he began to laugh. Louder. He raised his hand to his mouth, to reduce the sounds, cheerful.

He pulled away to look at it. She ran his finger in the crease on his forehead. Smiling.

'My turn. "

- I want to see, - murmured amid a smile, speaking slowly - as you'll do, sit up here. Correcting scrolls. - Went to his ear, whispering slowly - No remember what we did in this table.

He stood motionless. And then the bit, as she had done.

- Alas - Turned his shoulder, knowing that he would pay later.

But laughed out loud.

Then he put his hand over her mouth again. To stifle the laughter.

They had gone to lunch.

A small smile of Albus greeted when they arrived. The different food.

I think we all have reason to be ... happy. - The shadow of the smile still there.

Blue shone over his spectacles. As he raised his glass of pumpkin juice, smiling.

Severus gave him a look angry and irritated. He ignored gently, to turn around to talk to Minerva.

I had a smile "understanding".

She felt her face warm. He looked away. Failing to prevent yourself from being happy.

Elisabeth had not returned. He gave thanks.

It was not the time to face it. Could relax.

He looked at the man beside her.

Smiled.

Were returning. She did go a bit out of his way.

Walking through the castle.

It was hot. I wanted to see the lake. Even from afar. He moved to the rail nearby.

He stopped where he had spoken first. So long ago.

Recalled his conversation. A small smile drawn on his face.

There was still a long way to go.

But I had never really been sure that I could.

He watched. Quiet, looking at the lake.

Something disturbed. And never admit that there was that little shadow ...

It was possible that he was sorry? Shut up, folded his arms.

- What is the problem? - The voice was dry, almost accusingly.

He turned his head, looked at him without understanding. Seeing black. Seeing Snape.

And Severus. Husband.

So relaxed.

It was his. There was an option. Smiled.

Flatly refusing to let anything he said today disrupted.

- Ms Snape, professor. - Turned to him, raising an eyebrow, brown shining - MS. SNAPE. - Ended sweet.

He looked at her.

No matter that it was a backpack. Or how he had come to marry her.

No matter that could be in danger. And he could not even figure out what I felt.

There was a wave of pure instinctive pride to hear it.

Admitting that he had.

Managed to leave a straight face.

But she noticed a gleam in black, before it turned, pulling her by the hand.

No answer.

Toward the dungeons.

- / --

I hope you have enjoyed.

There may be small changes.

Note: Speaking of Sev with Dumbledore was more or less based on a fic I read some time ago and which I do not remember the name. If you recognize it is your own. (so sorry).

Everything else is in my head. Except the world of JK, which I borrowed for us to have fun.

Thanks to enooormes Sett by betagem.

And Granger ... It was fun!

Lilibeth - "I want to see how these two stubborn will to understand. If he lost his "area of comfort," she lost her life. He played only with his calm and courage and endless love in the arms of a man who was never loved without ulterior motives ... is very sad to love someone who gives any name to the love that you devote it is not love. Sorry the trip, but the guide is too good to be quiet ... :) "Thanks Lilibeth!

Thanks to your help in betagem.

Granger - I found Ron and Hermione? Kakakaka.

P.S.: Viola odorata Violet (flowers).

The idea of marriage is also all mine. Liked?

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