Snape 10
Severus followed Lucius down the hall. He was surprised at how fast the recently undead man could make it down the cobblestone hall floor in a wheelchair. Lucius went past the room Narcissa was recovering in to another room a few doors down. Severus had never entered that room. He did so right after Lucius whose latest comment still rung in his ears. The room had a big, black bed with a dark silver metal headboard that looked like solid mercury. The room had a few shackles and a modest alchemy kit on a table and some shelves of vials lit by lots of candles on ornate candle holders with griffins and gargoyles on them. The walls were lined with slightly naughty pictures of chubby naked women and cupids. The bedspread was silver satin. Lucius pulled it back to reveal smooth, silver sheets.
He sprung from his wheelchair onto the center of the bed and whipped off the cheap nightshirt Azkaban had buried him in. His chest was tan, gleaming and muscular. His eyes flashed in the candle light. He held out one of his large, manly hands and Snape came to him and placed his black, gloved hand in it. Snape moved as if hypnotized and kissed Lucius on his perfect lips. Then, he felt a tongue slither into his mouth. Blinding extacy. Lucous's hand slid around the small of his back and pulled him closer, effortlessly, Severus's knees gliding across the satin. They both knealt, facing each other on their knees in the middle of the bed. Severus nuzzled Lucius's thick, muscular neck. Lucius peeled off Snape's cloak, his black doublet, his white shirt, and left him kneeling and panting in nothing but his black pants and gloves. They had no need to talk because they automatically realized they could read each other's minds.
Severus was about to be taken in ways he never dreamed he could be taken. Every touch, every kiss, every glance from Lucius brought hot, searing pleasure. Lucius smelt of freshly dug earth and straw and pine. The fresher the corpse was, the faster and easier it was to resurrect. Lucius psychically thanked Severus for saving Draco over and over while he greedily sucked in mouth fulls of pale skin. Severus spelled his own pants and boots off as Lucius grabbed a hand full of gorgeous chocolate brown hair and gave Severus a searing, mind melting hot kiss. Instead of progressing to the most predictable thing, Lucius began pushing Severus to WRESTLE with him. They climbed all over each other like two furious werewolf puppies, pinning each other in all kinds of different holds until they were almost sick with laughter. Then, they stopped laughing and things got intense. Lucius Had Severus pinned face down in a full nelson. Severus arched his back and moved his hips up. Lucius bit his shoulder a little too hard and clawed his black underwear off. Severus just hissed through his teeth and sunk down into the sheets. Lucius spelled most of the candles out, and the black curtains shut. Intense waves of pleasure rolled over him. It was like the world was exploding. It had NEVER been like this before. It was like being in an earthquake in a volcano under the ocean in the full moon in the rain!
Lucius moved like a panther. Their hot skin stung and slid against each other and got all wet. Severus had silent, prolonged, screaming orgasms without even being handled. Every time he thought it was almost over, Lucius found more strength and the feelings started flowing like waves crashing on an ocean. And, when Severus was just about to cry for mercy, Lucius suddenly stopped, grabbed Severus by the shoulders, flung him into the higher position, pulled back his own knees and whispered, "My turn!" Something unearthly possessed Snape and he felt himself demoniacally aroused. He threw back his wet hair and silently vowed to make Lucius claw his back to shreds.
Draco tiptoed into Bellatrix's bedroom. She wasn't there, but Ron was chained to her bedposts with a dog collar. Draco sent one of his house elves to fetch a fake Ron. He replaced the real Ron with a homunculus, and dragged Ron back to his own room. He gave Ron another stern lecture about how playing with Bellatrix was like playing with fire. Then, he stormed out and left Harry and Ron on the bed. Draco was wondering if his dad was banging Snape in the forbidden sex room. He felt horrible. Ron hated him and he was afraid his beautiful teacher was going to love Lucius more. His poor mom was still too weak to survive another Draco visit, and Bellatrix was missing! She was probably out having fun without him. He'd show her! He'd probably go and pick up the Weasley twins some day and do something filthy with them, and come home and gloat about it and not even tell her where they lived!!! The mental images of banging the Weasley twins was enough to scramble his brain. Before he knew it, he was at Luna's door.
He lifted his hand to knock and the door opened right in front of him. Luna stood in front of him in a white dress and a purple hooded velvet cape. He lightly stepped into her room. There was a shocking transformation from a gray medieval cell into a pastel fairyland. Luna's little invisible friends had brought her green plants in black dirt in all kinds of gorgeous pots and dishes, none of them matching, but all of them pastel colors. The smell was intoxicating. The walls were spelled white and covered in rainbows from Draco's prism. Her blanket had been transfigured white and covered in a profusion of yarn strings and stolen festival ribbons in every color imaginable. Harry Potter's round glasses sat on her nightstand. The walls were festooned with beaded necklaces in all colors of glass, and stained glass shards, and broken mirrors that had all been spelled into place or glued up by Luna's invisible fairy friends. Her ceiling lamp had been transformed into a chandelier with about a gazillion clear beads and an odd assortment of hanging silverware and nicknacks. Her headboard was covered in a vine of white flowers. Harp music was playing in the air. A Gryffindor crest with a knife in it sat on her white nightstand. Draco picked her up and began spinning around slowly with her white dress billowing in the air.
Luna could read his thoughts, just like that. They collapsed on the bed, dizzy and thought to each other. Luna wanted to pledge herself to the dark side. She had stabbed the Gryffindor crest to show Draco that she was ready to cross over. She showed him images in her mind, of the muggle tourists and the environmental havoc they were causing, and the impact it was having on her little fairy friends. Then, Draco showed her all the thoughts in his mind about how the muggles breading with wizards would almost entirely ensure that people with magic powers would all but die out. And then there would be nobody to hold the next muggle-born Voldemort. Draco and Luna stayed in her room just telepathically talking for a very long time. It was reassuring to him that Luna could be a sensible girl, since he planned to marry her, even if she was drooling mad! And he was amazed to find that she was such an accomplished botanist. Severus would surely embrace her into the fold when he found that she could make potion ingredients. And Draco had never had a lover who could keep their hands off of his cod piece.
Wenhaver personally attended Narcissa Malfoy. She leaned over the bed, sponging narcissa's forehead with a clean, wet towel. She found he little white hand moving through Narcissa's golden hair, and over her smooth face. Wenny was just thinking that she was very happy to add Bellatrix and Narcissa to her strange household. Why was it that she didn't like Luna? It must have been that Luna was one of the students who had been on that slimy little Harry Potter's side. Wenny wanted her turn torturing Harry too. She was just letting the kids hog him because she couldn't bare to deprive them of their pleasure. He had killed Riddle whom Bellatrix loved as much as she had loved Severus. She could see it in the poor woman's eyes. And she had deprived Draco of his beloved parents. Lucius was easily three times as gaspingly gorgeous ads Draco, and something about the way he worked his wheelchair frightened and excited Wenny. As Wenny thought that, Narcissa came to and swiftly grabbed Wenny by the pencil slim wrist. "You're a comely enough serving wench!" Narcissa said, eyeing the white rag and...other things. Wenhaver found herself being dragged under the blanket and onto a stunning blond. "Quickly, wench! Before my husband returns!" Narcissa was pushing Wenhaver's face into her decoletage! The blanket became witness to some fiendishly delicious acts.
Severus was clamped to the bed in another one of Lucius's unusual wrestling holds, panting and wanting more. The close feelings of Lucius's body against his, and the wrestling and the great feeling of being reunited with an old friend were all too much. All he could do was lay there panting, completely defenseless in Lucius's hands. It felt like they had been intensely groping for hours. Their bodies finally relaxed and they started thinking. Severus thought: I needed you here. I don't know why, but I did. Lucius thought back: I've always always been madly in love with you, Severus. Snape thought back: Why didn't you tell me? I was a virgin for years!!! I was eyeballing sheep in the fields, for Baphomet's sake, Man! Lucius thought back: Oh, Severus! Didn't you know? (He looked horrified.) James Potter was so hot for you, he almost massacred everyone who ever even looked at you! Severus told him about the Masturbis totalis spell James had kept him under. Lucius thought: Oh, baby! I had no idea you were so miserable. I just thought James was coming to your room at night. All the occlumens knew it was all he ever thought about. Snape thought back: I'd have killed him if he tried it! He hung me upside down and tore my pants off in front of the other students! Lucius told him that all kinds of people were wildly attracted to him and James had bested them all. In the end, he had married Lily for spite because Severus never looked at him, and because Severus had loved Lily.
Harry and Ron had been left all alone again. Draco went out to have fun, they got left behind with a cranky house elf and a mood sensitive boom box. Harry pulled Ron close to him. "Ron, I was thinking. We were room mates at Hogwarts, and we were missing out on a lot of fun." Ron asked, "What do you mean, Harry?" Harry got in Ron's lap and started kissing him on the cheek. "For the last time, Harry! I do NOT want a foot massage!" Ron yelled. Harry touched Ron's pale face with his left hand and slid his right hand considerably lower. Ron managed to blurt out, "Oooooh." Then, he was being pushed backwards on the bed. Harry was beginning to be a little expert at this.
Severus was shaking with anger, then he went as white as a ghost and started mumbling in that strange language he had spoken the night Harry had shown up. The sky went dark, and thunder and lightning occurred all over the place, not in a natural way. Lucius carefully petted Severus like a baby animal and whispered in his ear until he stopped chanting. His eyes popped open and he looked scared. "Lucius, what did I just do?" Snape whispered. The storm was still raging outside. Lucius stroked his forehead quietly. The storm quieted down to pouring rain and occasional thunder. "Sometimes we choose the magic, and sometimes it chooses us," Lucius whispered. "I can feel a new kind of magic flowing through me," Lucius added. He leaned over and gave Severus a long, slow kiss on the forehead. The rain stopped. The night sky was blazing in a purple, yellow and green haze. They crept to the window. The green grass lawn at Hogwarts had turned into millions and millions of little plants with tiny purple flowers. The stars looked like they were flashing. Everything was going crazy. Lucius whispered, "I love you, Severus!" And the words appeared in the sky as if written in fireworks. "Ga." Severus replied, and was pushed back down on the bed, roughly, expertly.
It was in the back of the minds of everyone that it felt like they had all been brought together there for a purpose. It was like some kind of magic had lured them there. The sky went dark. Luna showed Draco that it was raining and they went to the window. Ron was panting, face down on the bed while Harry did naughty things to him by hand and sucked his pretty white toes. They went to the window to see the storm outside. Bellatrix stood over a grimy potato sack on a table when she was brought to the window by all the noise. Narcissa and Wenhaver calmly walked over to the window pane and continued what they were doing while watching the storm. Then, it turned to rain, then there were pulsating colored lights in the sky. There were beautiful flowers covering all the grass, just like in the cemetery. And then the words, "I love you, Severus," appeared in the sky in flames.
"Shit," Wenny thought, "There goes our cover!" But, it was all so beautiful. Besides, nobody knew that Severus was alive, or where he was, or that they had resurrected other dead people. And, since Harry and Ron had wandered in, they had charmed the Shrieking Shack so that nobody could get near it unless they were wanted. Lucius placed something cold and heavy on Severus's bare chest, and left the room to call a house elf to attend all the scratches on Severus's back. Severus peeked. It was an emerald the size of a little mouse, Slytherin green.