Disclaimer: Song that Samara sings is by Peggy Lee called "You Give Me Fever".
A/n: This chapter was inspired by Carlos Santana's Black Magic Woman (not actually featured here) and I just wanted to remind everyone before they start to read this chapter that the rating for this story was changed to rated M and that this chapter will have some adult content. Enjoy!
Eternal Sunshine
Chapter 7: Black Magic Woman
"So you are fine with the wedding being on January eleventh?" Samara asked Eric as they made their way through Diagon Alley as she walked him towards the Ministry. It was one of the very few moments that they had together in weeks. It seemed that lately there was simply no time for anything at all since they were both so busy with work. As it was, the only reason she had time was because she had the night off and Eric was just going into work at that moment.
"Yes, that's perfect. I mean since its closer to the New Year we will both have a bit more free time than usual and its earlier than we originally planned which I am all for. Have you started to work on the invitations?" Eric asked as they walked quickly down the street.
"Your mother wants us to have a big wedding so I've got the guest list all worked out, but I need to find the Hall were the reception will be, and have it decorated and... I asked Professor Dumbledore to perform the marriage bond," Samara said tentatively as she looked up at Eric. Eric's face darkened momentarily but he didn't stop his gait or turn to look at Samara.
"That's fine Samara, I mean I know you would have perferred a small quiet wedding so whoever you want to marry us will be fine," Eric said as they continued to walk, making their way through the crowds of children running around in their costumes. Samara smiled at Eric, knowing that for him this was a greater sacrifice than her having to arrange a big wedding. "So have you found a dress yet?"
"Tonks and I are going to go pick it out tonight," Samara replied as she walked with Eric, it was the whole reason that they were taking the visitors route to the Ministry. Tonks had said that she would wait for her outside her booth when her shift was over.
Eric merely nodded in response at this as they at least approached the visitors booth for the ministry and came to a stop, just as Tonks popped out of the booth. "Well good luck with that love," Eric said as he placed a kiss on Samara's nose. "Take good care of her Tonks," Eric said as he patted Tonks on the back and stepped into the Booth picking up the phone. Tonks merely grinned in response and saluted Eric before bouncing after Samara as they made their way down the street.
"So you're not planning on taking too long with this buying your dress thing are you?" Tonks asked as she raised her want into the air, causing the Knight Bus to stop before them "Wotcher Stan, the Leaky Cauldron," she said, dropping a few coins into Stan's hand. Samara turned and gazed at Tonks who had decided to don her hair in a pixie cut while in a toxic green color with hot pink tips.
"Why?" Samara asked.
"I'm supposed to meet Snape in half an hour," Tonks replied as she checked her wrist watch. Samara felt her heart thunder in her chest. In the past month, Snape had only shown up to one Order meeting and he had very thoroughly avoided her that day. Samara felt her heart clench at this. She didn't know why, but she really missed him and she couldn't help but feel ashamed about what happened when they last saw each other.
"What for?" Samara asked curiously as they sat at the back of the bus. Tonks looked at Samara and shrugged.
"Nothing very interesting or important. Just giving him some information and Dumbledore would like him to relay to the other side," Tonks replied with a nonchalant shrug. Samara raised a brow at this but said nothing as she turned to look out the window where London's scene was very quickly changing. Before long they were both climbing off the bus and approaching the Leaky Cauldron and heading towards Diagon Alley.
"Why do you just tell him to meet you in Madam Malkin's?" Samara said as they made their way towards the Robes shop. Tonks seemed to be taking this into consideration as Samara looked over at Tonks. "You can send him your Patronous," Samara said.
"All right. I suppose that way I won't have to worry about turning up late. We were going to just meet up in the Leaky Cauldron anyway," Tonks said as she shrugged her shoulders and pulled out her wand. Samara watched in interest as Tonks conjured her Partronous. She had never before seen Tonks Patronous and she couldn't help the smile that spread on her face to see that Tonks' Patronous was a very large Chameleon, which immediately scampered off, its tail wagging in its wake.
"Impressive," Samara said with a smile as she watched the Chameleon disappear and turned back to Tonks. Tonks merely smiled as they once more headed towards Madam Malkin's. Diagon Alley was mainly empty as twilight had long passed and many of the shops were already closing. However, Samara had made an appointment to see Madam Malkin's, who was going to stay open until Samara picked out her wedding dress.
"What's the shape of yours?" Tonks asked as they walked down Diagon Alley, admiring the night sky and the light October breeze. It wasn't as cold tonight as she imagined that it could have been, considering it was Halloween and November would soon be starting.
Samara looked over at Tonks as they finally stopped at Madam Malkin's, right next to Flourish and Blotts where Samara much rather have spent her evening. "A big spider," Samara replied as she opened the door and motioned for Tonks to walk in before her before casting one last longing glance at the bookshop. Tonks smiled at this.
"Ron Weasley would probably be terrified of it," Tonks said as they walked into the shop, a little bell announcing them as they stood in the entrance.
"You know I never got the chance to meet any of the children. They never seemed to be around," Samara said as they waited for Madam Malkins to attend them while they looked around the shop with very little interest.
"That would be because Molly kept them well away from the Order Meetings and because you never joined us for dinner," Tonks said as she fingered a set of pink robes with white lace hanging from the sleeves. The robes were very 1800s for her taste, however, she thought there was something very quaint and lovely about them.
However, before she could eye them any more closely, a short, squat witch came bustling into the room carrying several different white robes in her arms. "You must be Samara Green," Madam Malkin said as she gazed over at Samara with a friendly smile on her round face. Samara turned around and smiled at Madam Malkin as she nodded and shook hands with her. "Yes, I have pulled out the best of my robes, all white of course, for prototypes of what you may like for your big day. They can all be embellished upon with whatever you like," Madam Malkin said as she cast a glance at Tonks. A momentarily startled expression crossed her face as she took in Tonk's hair, however, it quickly vanished as she turned back to Samara and tried to smile.
"Thank you Madam Malkin. May I see the robes then?" Samara said politely. Madam Malkin nodded in response as she motioned for Tonks and Samara to have a seat on an antique love seat at the back of the shop before two black footstools where full length mirror hung opposite from them. madam Malkin then proceeded to show them robe after white robe as Tonks scrunched up her face and shook her head at Samara when she didn't like something and nodding in approval at something she did like.
It seemed to take an eternity before they found anything that they both agree upon as suitable as they both had very different taste in fashion it seemed. While Tonks seemed to like something gaudy and modern, Samara much rather before something plain, and simple. "Well dear, would you like to try it on?" Samara merely nodded as she stood up and stepped onto one of the footstools while Madam Malkin rolled a white curtain so that Samara could remove her clothes and change behind it.
"Why do you need to try it on, you look good in everything Sam," Tonks called out as she leaned against the back of the love-seat and slouched. She always hated shopping for robes when she was younger. It was something about having to be still for so long that made her absolutely restless. However, she didn't have much time to think on this when she heard the little bell of the shop toll and she sat up to watch and angry looking Snape walk over.
"Its imparative to try it on because I may not in fact like it once on," Samara replied from behind the curtain, to where Severus' eyes immediately snapped, the look of anger melting away from his face as his stomach tied itself into knots. He froze as he stared at the curtain, unable to move any closer to Tonks and wondering what kind of nightmare he had stepped into. "All right, I'm coming out," Samara called out, making Severus' heart race as the curtain was wheeled away and Samara came into view.
His eyes were immediately glued to the slender form standing atop the black footstool and there was no force in the world that could tear his eyes away from her. Her sleek black hair was loose and contrasted sharply against her bare shoulders and the white robes she was wearing, which were off the shoulder and had a modest v-neckline. The bodice seemed to cling to her slender form and the skirt fell like a slender bell, stretching towards the floor. A delicate design of beads were embroidered along the necklines and descended down the middle before splitting at the waist and coiling down along the skirt, like silver swirls of light snowflakes, only visible when hit in a certain way by the light.
Samara felt her breath get caught in her throat as Severus looked at her, a look of longing and pain so evident in his eyes that they made her heart stop and clench painfully. However, she was thrilled to be able to see him once more. "I think that one is a keeper," Tonks said, whistling as Samara before getting up and walking around her, not at all noticing the way that Samara and Severus' were gazing into each others eyes.
"I... I don't want to wear white," Samara said, tearing her gaze away from Severus and turning to look at Tonks, who looked slightly taken aback.
"What do you mean you don't want to wear white? But its traditional for the bride to wear white. Besides, you look beautiful in this gown my dear... the skirt makes you seem longer, the neckline and sleeves accentuate your elegant neck and sleek back, "Madam Malkin sputtered, looking slightly alarmed.
"I will not wear white," Samara said defiantly interrupting Madam Malkin and pulling out her wand, touching the tip of her wand on the skirt. From the tip, like spreading ripples, the skirt turned blood red and contaminated the whole dress. As the dress changed color, the swirls of beads vanished and another layer of cloth sprouted over the skirt which slowly started to grow slight larger, the back trailing. The fabric was see through and shimmered in the light and was wrinkly, but added a very nice affect to the now shimmering silk beneath. The bodice as well grew another layer of deep red lace in patterns of roses through which showed through the silk beneath the corset.
"Well that will definitely make the wedding more interesting," Tonks said as she stared at the dress with approval, wondering what had made Samara change her mind. The dress she had picked out seemed more to her liking now that it was transformed and completely different than the previously pure-white gown she had picked.
"This is what I want," Samara said as she looked at Madam Malkin who sighed but nodded as she drew the curtains around Samara once more for her to change back into the clothes she was previously wearing.
"So Sam, do you want to come with me to this club? The Weird Sisters are going to play there tonight," Tonks called out as she appeared from around the curtain, not wanting to see Samara undress. Considering Samara's work schedule and the way that she tried to spend most of her free time with Eric and considering how busy Tonk's life was as well, she wanted to take advantage of the fact that Samara could spend time with her tonight. She knew that she would probably run into people that she knew at the club, however, she thought that Samara probably needed to have some fun more than she did.
Severus was called back from his thoughts at the sound of Tonks' voice; for his part was completely at a loss for what had just happened. "Tonks," Severus said, stepping over to Tonks who was now resuming her seat. She merely looked back up at him and handed him a slip of paper which he immediately pocketed.
"Umm... sure," Samara replied uncertainly before emerging from behind the curtain with a somewhat put-off Madam Malkin, who merely walked away to write her order. She cast a brief glance at Severus before looking down at herself and tugging her black robes closer to her, hiding the small black shirt she wore beneath and the long black skirt that reached just past her knees. She didn't know why she had decided to wear that this evening, and felt herself blushing at the way he caught sight of her bare midriff before she closed her robes.
"Great, I'll drag Remus along," Tonks said, a large smile spreading across her face as she produced her second Patronous that evening. "Uh, you should come too since you're out of the castle and all," Tonks said as a bit of an after thought to Snape, who merely scuffed at the invitation.
"As tantalizing as that sounds, I'm afraid I have better things to do," he said dryly as he was about to turn on his heel and walk away.
"You should come, Severus," he stopped at the sound of Samara's voice. "Its Halloween, you're supposed to come out of the ordinary tonight," Samara said, trying to smile at him as her heart pounded as she stared at him. Her heart was begging for him to join them, however, she didn't want to embarrass herself any worse than she had previously. Severus turned around to refuse once more, however, caught the gaze that she was giving him that reminded him so much of his own longing that he could do nothing but nod. However, he hoped that this Halloween would not be as disastrous as those of his past.
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"Where are Tonks and Lupin?" Snape asked over the loud and blaring music as he watched Samara who was sitting opposite. Samara merely shrugged in response as she downed her fifth cup of firewhisky and looked around the club. They were sitting at one of the circular booths along the wall that was covered with a light, see-through veil. They were watching the ambiance that seemed to pulse through the room, forcing bodies all along the dance floor to sway to the music like drones under hypnosis. Blue and green fairies hung in the air, dancing and flying overhead, lighting the club, the sparkling dust of their wings falling in light sprinkled showers over the swaying masses.
"Relax Severus, have another drink!" Samara called out with a smile as she pushed another glass of firewhisky at him as her own magically filled up. Severus didn't say anything as he grabbed the glass and took a sip. He'd thus far had only two drinks and the honest truth was that he was scared to drink around Samara. He didn't trust himself and what he would do if his inhibitions were lowered at all by the drink. As it was, he already could stop staring at her and the way that the golden light, emanating from a fairy in a jar in the center of their table, made Samara glow as she sat swaying to the music. "This is the most fun I think I have EVER had," Samara said as she laughed and finished off her sixth or seventh drink, Severus wasn't quite sure anymore.
"Perhaps you have had enough," he said, reaching over and pulling her glass away from her before it had a chance to magically refill itself again.
"Oh come on Sev, you're not here to babysit, have fun!" Samara said as she looked at him. Severus merely stared at her. As much as he loved her, he found himself very annoyed that she had manged to somehow drag him here. He hated the way the music was making him feel like he was going to go deft and he was annoyed by the faceless, swaying clientele that were having fun. He felt like he was the oldest person there and completely out a place. However, then he recalled that Lupin was there as well... somewhere lost in the sea of dancers, so he wasn't the only old person there.
"Samara, what would make you think that this is fun for me?" Severus suddenly snapped at her, feeling thoroughly annoyed to be reminded that he was ten years older than her. However, Samara hardly seemed to be paying attention as she stood up and walked over to him, causing him immediately to freeze.
Despite the fact that it was the end of October, the club was underground and well insulated unlike the castle dungeons, so the club was very hot. The fact that it was lit by flying fairies and that there were millions of people crowded and moving about seemed to add heat to the room. Therefore, it was quite sometime ago, about Samara's second or third drink, when she decided that she couldn't take the heat and removed her robes. He could see her skin glistening like amber firewhisky in the light amount of perspiration that covered the skin of her bare midriff and somewhat exposed upper chest.
"Come and dance with me," Samara said as she grabbed onto his hand and pulled him onto his feet, turning away and attempting to pull him towards the dance floor. However, Severus firmly planted his feet on the ground and pushed himself back into his seat.
"I don't dance, Samara," Severus said. Samara had an overwhelming sense of Deja Vu at these words, but the gentle buzzing of the liquor in her mind made it all to easy to push away as she turned to look at him and smiled.
"Then you can sit there and watch me then," she said as she gave him a wicked smile that made his insides squirm as she began to move to the slow sounds of the music. She closed her eyes, shutting out the world around her as she listened to the music, moving her arms rhythmically overhead and gently rolling her hips. Severus was astounded to see the way that her body swayed with all the smoothness and sensuality of a slow slithering snake, bending and revolving ways only a boneless creature could accomplish.
As she watched her standing on the edge of the dance floor, dancing before him and for him, lit by the golden light of the table, while her head was bathed in the bluish light of fairies overhead, he couldn't help but feel like she was on a stage and behind her the sea of dancers bathed in blue and green light were just shadows that made her stand out. She was a light of gold in the moonlight, and her skin glistened with the exertion of her dancing as she continued to sway, her eyes still shut tight.
Severus could almost feel the heat that emanated from her as he watched her turning while she reached up to her lose hair and scrunched it up so that she could give her neck room to breath. Severus felt his mouth going dry as his eyes roved down her slim figure the way that the light coat of sweat on her body made her glow and seemed to just add to her sensuality. Her skin was shown and was highlighted in its most resplendent beauty as she continued to dance; the play of shadows and golden light playing across her skin made Severus transfixed as though staring into flames.
Sitting still and watching Samara as she swayed to the music, Severus found his mind reeling to the first time he had shown her his private quarters, and the the poem, Innocence, that she had read to him. He couldn't help but be reminded of the imagery of King Hades, stumbling across the fairy ring in which the Queen of the fairies stood out amongst the throng in her resplendent beauty and the way that she had captured the man's heart.
"...My eyes befell that sweet face, that has me caught in a feverished state," Severus recited from the poem as he looked up at Samara's face. Her eyes snapped open as she heard him recite a line from her favorite poem and she cocked her head as she looked at him, wondering how he knew the poem. However, she did not cease dancing to ask him for at the moment she didn't think that she rightly care. She simply loved the way his eyes could look no place else and were riveted on her. She enjoyed the attention that he was lathering on her and felt a fire begin to burn all over her that only he could quench.
As she opened her eyes, it was impossible to not note the fact that he was very attracted by what he saw. He stared at her in a way that no one else did and she found that never before had she felt so attractive before, for she was well aware that her figure was rather boyish and slim. However, these thoughts and concerns didn't bother her at the moment, because Severus was watching her with all the rapt attention in the world.
Stepping lightly closer to him, while still dancing, Samara leaned in close to whisper into his ear as she smiled mischievously. "Sun lights up the day time, moon lights up the night, I light up when you call my name, and you know I'm going to treat you right," Samara sang huskily into his ear, so low that she didn't know if he would hear her over the loud music from the club. However, she enjoyed the shivers that ran through him as her lips brushed against his ear. "You give me fever, when you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight. Fever, in the morning, fever all through the night."
Pulling away, Samara smiled at the way Severus cheeks were glowing pink as she turned and continued to dance, twisting her arms around her and running them gently over the skin on her stomach before reaching down to hips as she rolled them to the music. Closing her eyes, she trailed her hands down her legs and grabbed fistful's of her black skirt and hiked it up slightly, as she continued to move to the music, which had once more slowed down.
"Must you always torture me," Severus groaned near her ear as he moved her hair to one side and placed kisses on her slightly bare shoulder, tasting the mild saltiness of her skin and delighting in it. Samara moaned lightly as she stepped back, and continued to dance against Severus, feeling his manhood pressed against her as it started to make its presence known. Moving so that she rubbed on him in a tantalizing way, Samara closed her eyes to think of what it would be like to be with Severus. However, as he ran his hands down her side and rested them on her hips, she felt her heart thundering as goosebumps rose all over her skin to meet with his light touch. "What do you want Samara?" Severus asked as he grasped onto her hips and spun her around to face him.
Samara didn't respond as she pushed him into the booth and climbed onto his lap, placing a fervent kiss on his lips. Samara was gone from the world and was only aware of one other person inhabiting it and that was Severus. For his part, Severus couldn't resist Samara. While at one point he could not be with her in the most intimate of ways, at this point she already knew what was beneath the sleeve of his shirt and she was an adult enough to decide what she was doing. He spared no thoughts to the man that she was betrothed to and ignored every fiber of his being telling him this was wrong, because it felt too damn right.
"Sev, lets go to my place," Samara begged near his ear in a gasp as she pulled away from their heated kiss. Severus merely nodded and reached out for her discarded robes before pulling out his wand and apparating them to her room without bothering to stand up. Samara smiled as the noise faded and she opened her eyes to see that he apparated them right onto her bed, where they were still seated, with herself still straddling him. "Merlin you are excellent Severus," Samara said as she resumed their passionate kiss as he dropped her robes on the floor while she started to work on his robes.
Severus groaned into her mouth as he held on tightly to her legs and pushed up her skirt. For a moment he was reminded of her school skirt, however, he brushed these thoughts away as he rejoiced in the feel of her tongue lightly flicking against his. He had strangely forgotten just how wonderfully soft her lips were and how skillful her tongue was. Even as her nimble fingers did away with his robes and pushed them off his shoulders he couldn't help but feel that they were not going fast enough.
Breaking away from her kiss, Severus reached up to the bottom of her shirt and started to gently push it up as he pressed kisses to her collarbone. Samara moaned and pulled her fingers away from his shirt, which they where starting to unbutton, and held her arms over her head so he could removed her shirt. Tossing the shirt aside, Severus continued to lay kisses on her collarbone while unhooking her bra. He was just slipping off the garment off her shoulders and down her arms when Samara at last finished unbuttoning his shirt and pushed that off his shoulders as well.
Tugging off the sleeves of his shirt impatiently, Severus watched as Samara leaned back and slipped her black bra off her arms. His eyes were immediately drawn to the small, individual mounds of her chest and the dusty pink nipples that peaked each little hill. Severus moaned at the sight and took a small nipple in his mouth as he rolled them over and gently lay over Samara, running his hands over her soft, moonlight-white skin. Samara gasped and grasped onto his head as he gently sucked on her nipple and arched her back to get closer to his mouth.
However, Severus hands were starting to wander down to her skirt and started pushing it down. Obliging to Severus non-verbal request, Samara lightly lifted herself off the bed so Severus could easily tug off her skirt as he continued to lavish wet kisses down her bare stomach to her sharp hips where they came across the black lace of her underwear. Moaning at the sight Severus moved his body back on top of Samara's and placed a soft kiss on her mouth.
"I want you already Severus," Samara moaned as she rolled them over and leaned over him, pressing kisses down his chest. She felt light headed and she was burning worse than ever. Running her fingers down his stomach, she grinned into his pale skin at the feel of a small trail of black hair just beneath his belly button. However, she moved her hands to his belt buckle and quickly removed his belt before unbuttoning and unzipping his pants.
Severus groaned as he felt Samara's hands brushing against his hardened member while she was opening his pants, but before she could anything more Severus rolled them over once more. Standing up, he hastily removed his pants and kicked off his shoes as Samara's hands trailed down to her knickers and she shimmied out of them before tossing them aside.
Standing for a moment, Severus admired her smooth, long legs and her hips. Climbing back onto the bed, bare and feeling self-concious, Severus looked up into Samara's eyes as she lay back and felt emboldened by the lustful look she was giving him as her eyes raked over his body.
Reaching out for her knees with his hand, he gently spread them apart as he situated himself between them. "I have wanted you for a very long time," Severus whispered into her skin as he trailed kisses back up her body until he reached her mouth. Samara didn't quite compute what he said as she raised her hips off the bed and tried to grind against him. However, she groaned as she felt on of his hands grab her hip and push her back down into the bed. Severus smirked at her impatience as he nipped her neck and shoulder, causing her to moan and grasp onto his shoulders as on of his hands trailed down to the place between her legs. "Are you always so wet?" Severus sneered, as his fingers pressed against her hot, wet flesh and his member twitched.
"Well you must know how long I've wanted you," Samara replied without a thought to what she was really saying. Severus ignored this comment as he buried his finger deep inside her and stroked her insides while Samara writhed beneath him. Sucking gently on her neck Severus focused on his exploring finger while his thumb massaged her clit, until Samara gasped. Grinning, Severus inserted a second finger and repeatedly stroked her sweet spot, causing Samara to writhe worse than ever beneath him and moan quite loudly near his ear. But he delighted in every moment especially when he quickened his pace and she gripped him so that hard that her nails dug into him. "God Severus I'm going to..." Samara gasped but before she could finished he felt her muscles contract around his fingers.
Smiling, Severus brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean, delighting in the taste of her first orgasm. Had there not been any obstacles in his way, he would have delighted in giving Samara everything she wanted when she was first ready for it. However, the long years wait only seemed to have increased his desire for her and as he stared down her nude form and pressed gentle kisses on her neck, shoulder, collarbone and every inch of skin available to him he felt as though every dream had come true in that moment, and it was a miracle to him.
Rising up on his elbows, Severus settled himself over her and looked into Samara's face, just in time to catch her beautiful hazel gaze. "You are very beautiful Samara," he whispered as he looked into her eyes and gently caressed her cheek with his thumb.
Samara stared into his eyes, as her heart seemed to settle for a moment, all the world seeming calmed for a moment. The frenzy of her lust and the mugginess of her intoxication were momentarily cleared away and gave her a brief moment of clarity as she searched his face and tears gathered in her eyes. "Severus, I think I'm in love with you," Samara whispered weakly as a look of confusion crossed her face as she stared into her eyes.
Severus felt his heart pang as he placed a kiss on her forehead. "As much as I love you," Severus whispered as he looked into her eyes. Samara smiled at him and reached up to place a gentle kiss as she reached down and guided Severus inside her. "Samara," Severus gasped, pulling away from their sweet kiss, at the sudden rush of heat and moisture gripping him lightly while Samara simultaneously moaned to feel so full. And for the moment, Samara wondered how she could have ever believed herself to be truly happy with anyone but Severus.
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When Samara stumbled out of bed the following morning, she wondered how much she had to drink the previous night as she held her head in her hands. She had the worst headache, almost as bad as the ones she would get shortly after her accident. Straightening up her shirt and smoothing out her black skirt, she scrambled to the kitchen for a headache potion. Her head was thundering so hard, that she could think of nothing else.
Reaching up to her Potions cabinet, Samara pulled out a small vial and drank its contents. Leaning heavily on the counter, she lightly drummed her fingernails on the counter top as she waited for the potion to set in. It usually only took about a minute and in the meantime she wanted to try and not think of anything. However, as the potion finally settled, she looked up, her eyes wide as she quickly walked back to her room where she stood on the threshold and stared at her bed.
It was empty.
Staring at the tussled sheets and looking down at herself, she wondered if it had all just been a dream. The truth was, she really couldn't remember anything that happened the previous night. She remembered that she and Tonks had dragged Severus and Remus to a club called the Toxic Fairy but after they had sat and all drank a round of firewhisky, she remembered nothing else.
However, as she walked over to her bed and sat on the edge, she furrowed her brow. If it were a dream, it was the most vivid dream that she had ever had.
Trying not to think of this, as she was highly disappointed, Samara got off her bed and jumped into the bathroom for a quick shower. She started work in just a few minutes and she had a feeling that for the first time since she started working in St. Mungo's, that she was going to be late.
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Severus sighed as he lay in bed, wondering what on earth he had done. He knew that he should have never slept with Samara in the first place, but he wondered how he could be to blame when his heart ached for enough without her casting her black magic spells on him. How was he supposed to resist having her dancing so beautifully in front of him and close enough to touch? He was only human, and it was far too painful to love Samara and for her to have the blissful peace from such a pain by having her whole memory of him swiped clean.
Rolling over so that he lay on his stomach and buried his face in his pillow he found his mind roving back to the way her skin gleamed in the moonlight that came in from her window. He could still feel her impeccably soft skin beneath his fingertips. He could still smell her pomegranate, scented skin and it drove him wild to think of the way she tasted. Closing his eyes, he could see the look on Samara's face every time he thrust inside her and he felt his heart swell at the thought that she called his name when she climaxed. He felt tortured by these images, and felt his desire to have her mounting once more.
Cursing himself as he sat up in bed, he wondered why he was acting like such a hormonal teenager. He had sex before Samara came into his life. It was hardly like she was his first. While she was certainly the only woman that he had ever made love to, he still didn't see why he should behave like an angsty little teenaged brat that got a taste of something he never should have had in the first place.
Standing up and striding over to the shower, he tried not to think of the previous, marvellous night. However, his mind started to wandering to that morning, when he awoke with Samara next to him. He was unsurprised that she was still such a heavy sleeper, for he was able to get up without her waking. He remembered how she looked so lovely asleep, her hair trailing behind her while her nude body was wrapped in her sheets.
He didn't know what had possessed him to get dressed and dress her magically and leave so hastily. He supposed he was running away from the complication that would come with her waking up nude beside him. However, unless he hoped that Samara had been drunk enough to have blacked out the entire evening, he had made things far more complicated. What would she say to him the next she saw him and accused him of having a meaningless one-night stand with her and abandoning her in the morning?
Severus groaned as he jumped into a cold shower. He didn't want to think about how he had bollocksed up the entire situation. However, despite all the problems that would arise from this situation, he still felt a small smile slip on his face to think that he was able to show his love for Samara and that she had wanted it.
TBC...
A/n: Due to the fact that I updated several hours earlier than I had intended to I didn't give this chapter one last run through edit. So please excuse the errors. Anyway I hope that you all enjoyed the chapter and please review!
