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All characters in the story are the property of J. K. Rowling and Bloomsbury Books, with the exception of Eleanora Sterling, who is my own creation. This story is created purely for the entertainment of myself and other like-minded readers. I make no money from doing this, so please don't sue me!
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Chapter 12: Passionate Interlude
It was a race to my bedroom. I was surprised at how quickly Severus could move with a limp.
Once the door was shut he had me up against the wall. Clamping his mouth to mine as though he were trying to suck the life out of me, he raised my hem up above my hips and pushed aside the crotch of my panties with his thumb. I undid the front of his trousers with a flick of a supernaturally dextrous finger and soon had him out of his boxers. He was ready, and after nearly two nights of foreplay, I was more than ready. He lifted my right knee, crooked it over his arm and was suddenly inside me, with a violence that took my breath away.
Rocking against the wall we both came almost immediately, gasping. It was over in seconds.
Somehow we made it over to the bed, shucking clothing as we went. We tore into each other like wild panthers; like children devouring summer ice cream cones. It was almost as frenzied the second time. We rested, spent.
The third time, about a half-hour later, was more leisurely. We took the time to discover and explore each other with fingertips, lips, tongues. My climax was nearly as explosive as the first but under his tender ministrations it seemed to last forever. To use a hackneyed phrase, I had no idea it could be like this.
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Afterward, we lay on the bed entwined and I began to dread whatever sort of serious conversation we might be about to have. I knew I didn't want to start it but I had to admit I was burning to know how much time we might have together.
"I heard there was a meeting with Dumbledore and some of the others today," I began innocently. "How did that go?"
"I have no idea," he said with some surprise, "I wasn't invited."
He was thoughtful for a moment, then said with some bitterness," I imagine they are trying to figure out what the hell to do with me now that my cover has effectively been blown. I'm in no small degree of personal peril if I leave Hogwarts, but there is certainly no way I can stay here unless I go into hiding. No one, other than the few people who know I'm here now, could know that I was still here."
"You mean that you'd have to go underground, here in the castle?"
"Almost literally, yes. I'd wind up being a virtual prisoner in my own dungeon."
I chewed on that for a moment. He then asked how I had known about the meeting. I really didn't want to tell him about my conversation with Remus Lupin, so I lied and said that Minerva had mentioned it in passing at breakfast.
"Well, I suppose they'll have to let me in on it once they've decided my fate for me," he said angrily. "Sometimes I feel like no more than a puppet, with Dumbledore pulling the strings."
"That must be frustrating for you," I commiserated, stroking his hair soothingly. "You seem like someone who wants to be his own man."
"More than you know, my dear. I wish I'd never joined the Death Eaters in the first place. Then maybe I would never have had to get into this whole -spying- business," he spat vehemently.
"But the War..." I responded, "You would have been involved in some way."
"Yes, but as a soldier, someone who could be respected, not a damned dirty undercover agent whom no one trusts and everyone suspects."
"But isn't there some way you can do that now? If Voldemort knows you've been a double agent, you should be able to clear your name now with our side and join the battle as a full-fledged soldier"
"How" he raged, sitting up and shouting in my face. "Voldemort wants me DEAD. The only reason I'm not dead now is that Dementors don't always follow orders. They were supposed to finish my illustrious career outright by sucking out my soul, not just leave me wounded in the Forbidden Forest. It's a miracle I'm even alive, never mind still sane. If I leave this place now, if he finds out I'm yet living, you can be certain he's going to finish the job himself."
"Severus" I said, putting my hand on his shoulder "It IS a miracle you're alive. And you are going to stay that way. Whatever Dumbledore thinks he's gong to plan for you, you need to stand up to him and have a say in it. You need to find a way to regain your honour and not wind up in hiding."
"That's impossible," he retorted hotly. "You have no comprehension of the forces at work here."
"Perhaps I don't," I replied, a little wounded, "but I do know, that at all costs, even if you have to go into hiding somewhere far away, I want to know that you're alive -somewhere- in the world."
He sighed deeply, his anger spent. He said no more but laid his head on my breast and put his arm around my waist as I stroked his head.
"I hope this damned war is over soon," he said finally.
"My thoughts, exactly," I concurred.
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NEXT: Girl Talk
