The Blood Compact – Chapter 28 – Boiling blood

The young witch had thrown herself on the bed, still sobbing. She closed her eyes and wept for long minutes, releasing all the tension she had felt these last few minutes. It had been awful. The man was different from Wormtail – even the opposite, as Lucius Malfoy was a tall, slim, handsome man, compared to the short, stocky, ugly Peter Pettigrew. Yet, there had been something in his eyes that was akin to the lustful gaze that would pursue her for the rest of her life. He had been brutal too. Her cheeks still burnt after the slaps he had given her. She dared not think about what would have happened after, if Severus had not arrived on time.

It sent her back to the time when Severus was behaving like this with her. Even if she had eventually understood this was all part of an act set up in front of Wormtail to fool him, it had been downright painful and frightening back then.

Severus... Thinking of him, was he really sincere in his threats a few minutes ago ? Amelia had the feeling he had been. Or he was a formidable actor in his own right. At least, the blood compact enchantment had worked. He had shown up with a perfect timing. Yet, now, she was afraid of his reaction. She knew how possessive he was. He had looked genuinely outraged by the view of Lucius Malfoy about to have sex with her.

As if I had wanted all this... Amelia thought about her lost lover. Oh Terence ! The memory of the beloved departed one made her sob harder. Why didn't they kill me with you to start with ? Why wasn't I killed with the Ravenhearts ? Why didn't the Dark Lord kill me instead of giving me to... She sobbed and wailed even more noisily. Why didn't I die when giving birth ?

She knew the answer. The protective charm Terence had placed on her had worked well and apparently, despite her giving away the snake pendant to her little Eileen, it was somehow still effective. A Slytherin would always look after her, protect her, never harm her. Even someone as ruthless as Voldemort. Or as Lucius Malfoy.

It had required a Gryffindor to truly harm her. Peter Pettigrew.

Her sobs subsided little by little. When Severus entered the room, he found her lying on the bed, her face still wet by her tears but no longer sobbing.

"Amelia..." he said softly while putting a hand on her shoulder. "How are you ?"

As she did not reply, he insisted. "Amelia, tell me, did he... harm you ?" He noticed that her whole body was tense, as if about to snap.

She raised her gaze towards him, eyes swollen with tears, and began shaking. He was there and fright came back into her mind at once. What would he do to her now ?

Severus felt it somehow. He had to reassure her. He was not very good at handling other people's emotions. But this time, he had no choice. He sighed imperceptibly. "I won't harm you, Amelia. All this... was an act, don't you understand ? I had to do this. Be unfair to you. Any other behaviour would have looked suspicious. Lucius Malfoy is far from being stupid."

His words seemed to have entered her mind at last. She closed her eyes, time for her to grasp their meaning and let them comfort her. She replied nothing but moved only one part of her body. She opened her fist. Severus saw it and understood at once.

A few blond hair were nested in her palm.

"Oh, Amelia..." he said in a breath. She had succeeded.

Severus conjured up a small vial out of thin air, into which he put the hair he had collected from her hand. A wave of admiration soared from the depths of his own soul. Once he was done collecting the hair, he put the vial on the table nearby and took her between his arms. "It's over, Amelia... it's over... you've done beautifully..." He cradled her against him for long seconds.

He almost did not know what he was doing. He acted only on instinct. His hand even caressed her face. She must have been slapped as her cheeks were red. He cast a healing charm there. Amelia half opened her eyes and had a thankful gaze for him. "Master... thank you... so much..." was all she could say.

Her own hand came to his face to caress it. "Master..."

This was too much for Severus. He closed the distance between them and put his lips on hers delicately. They remained as such for long seconds. Then he felt her lips moving against his. He broke the contact, much to her surprise.

"Master... why did you stop ?"

Amelia read in his gaze that he did not get her question. His next words confirmed her. "I thought... you didn't like it."

She smiled at him gently and again, her fingers caressed his cheek. "No, on the contrary... I liked it. Very much."

This time, Amelia raised herself to meet his lips. He was surprised by the contact and broke it again, as if reluctant to continue. "I'm sorry, Master. I..." She was at a loss for words in front of his behaviour and lowered her eyes. "I apologize, Master." She wanted to move away from his arms but she could not. She felt good there, protected and sheltered.

"Amelia..." Severus said after long seconds. "I'm not used to that..."

She raised her eyes to meet his gaze. "Long time you haven't been kissed ?" She smiled sweetly. "No problem, Master. Same for me. I guess that makes us even." She caressed his jawline, then her fingertips touched his lips, as if fascinated by their shape and texture. Looking from so close to him, she noticed he had a nice mouth, with a lovely design. A thin upper lip while his lower was fuller.

Amelia put her hand around his neck to drag him towards her. Their lips connected again. They went on kissing softly for long seconds. Severus tightened his embrace around her. She did not protest so he kept her like this, very close to him.

At one moment, Amelia wanted to deepen the kiss. Her tongue inserted itself between his lips, to catch his. But once again, Severus broke the kiss. She peered at him. She could not perform Legilimency yet she could read in his eyes how embarrassed he was.

"You were never much kissed before, Master." This was more a statement than a question.

"No. Not much indeed," he confessed in a breath. He could not remember if he had ever been kissed like that. If he had been, it would have been a very long time ago. Lily had never kissed him. Oh, there were the occasional friendly hugs she could give him. But that had been all.

Amelia smiled at him. "Don't worry, Master. Let me do. It's very... enjoyable," she whispered. She caressed his cheek again, in a comforting gesture. Once more, their mouths met each other. Soon her tongue found its way towards his and captured it. It was just a slight touch, tip against tip, but after a few seconds spent as such, Amelia deepened the contact further and they were caught quickly in an embrace that left them panting after long, long seconds kissing like lovers would.

Their lips parted at last. Their eyes met again. Amelia smiled at him. "Did you like it, Master ?"

Severus' lips curled up slightly. He was not used to smiling either. "Yes, I did, Amelia," he replied softly. He caressed her face, moving aside a lock of her hair. "May I... ?"

"Kiss me again ?" she ended for him. "Of course !" She grinned broadly at him to show him not only her consent but how much she enjoyed the close contact with him.

Severus put his lips on hers. His tongue found hers, shyly, and again, they kissed each other with tender passion. Amelia was surprised that he could be so gentle in such an intimate approach. She had not imagined him to be like that at all, with his being the Dark wizard, the cantankerous Potions Master and the cold Professor that he was.

Suddenly, it was as if a dam had broken. The flow of Severus' passion and desire overwhelmed him. They were still on the bed and he rolled over her. But she did not rebel, she just went on kissing him with delight, her hands knotted around his neck, his shoulders. From time to time, a small moan of appreciation could be heard coming from her – which pleased Severus a lot. That way, he knew he was doing fine, which reassured him in his newly found ability to kiss.

But he felt quickly he wanted more. In a flash, everything he had seen of her came back to him. Everything that had happened between them before. From the night the Dark Lord had given her to him to the moments he had helped her express her milk. From their sharing the same bed to his pressing her against him to protect her at the Ministry of Magic. From his physical violence against her to her caring for him and her fingers on his skin. From his becoming hard because of a prolonged physical contact between them to her submissiveness – all this contributed to his present desire for her. He was hard and he needed relief. His body was on fire, and so was his soul, pretty much like earlier before, when he had felt his blood boiling in his veins through the blood compact.

"I want you, Amelia..." he whispered into her neck, kissing her where he had bitten her.

They sat on the bed and gazed at each other. This time, Severus could read apprehension in her eyes. But trust as well. "Master... I'm... terrified..."

Her vulnerability touched him deeply. "That makes two of us, Amelia. I..." I'll be awkward.

She perceived that if he had not been kissed a lot, he may have not made love a lot either. She put a finger on his mouth. "Don't worry, Master. We'll take our time." She lowered her eyes. She had already done this before. But she had been raped too. "I trust you, Master." Would you be gentle ?

That was all Severus needed to hear. He caressed her face. His fingers went down her neck, and stopped on her collar – his collar. He could not help thinking she was beautiful, desirable. A surge of possessiveness overwhelmed him. Then his hands went down to her chest. There he helped her remove her shirt. She was indeed naked under. Pretty much like Lucius had, he wondered if she was also naked under her skirt.

On her side, Amelia began to unbutton his frock coat. When she was done, he removed it, as well as the waistcoat he bore under. All these layers... she thought. But she had already seen him half naked, when she had nursed him back to health after his last visit to the Dark Lord. Yet, this time, after she had opened his shirt, he gestured to her he would keep it on. Amelia was well aware how self-conscious he could be and did not insist.

She could not imagine that Severus was ashamed of the Dark Mark he bore on his flesh, to the point he wanted to hide it under several layers of clothing. Even himself avoided looking at it, a painful reminder of his foolishness as a young man. One of the most terrible mistakes he had ever made in his life.

Contrary to Lucius, Severus had not dared venture his hands under her skirt. She had perceived how shy he had suddenly become. Or was it just care and attention, from a man considerate enough to take into account the fact she had been raped and that she should not be rushed ? A man that obviously preferred to let her do, at her own pace.

They were both sitting on the bed. Severus turned his attention to his own boots which he removed. Amelia enjoyed the moment to remove her skirt, while he had his eyes set elsewhere. She wanted him but she was scared. Wormtail had removed her garments with both brutality and magic. This time, she would be the one to remove her garments.

When Severus turned back to her, he was surprised by her full nakedness. His lips parted. She was a beauty, more than he would have imagined. Even when he had helped her give birth, he had seen nothing from her waist down. A powerful emotion overwhelmed his soul.

Plump breasts, a thin waist, this he knew of already. But large hips, round thighs, a belly that looked comfortable... Severus took in the view and wanted her even more, while at the same time, he imagined her being raped. She was like a delicate flower, a fine bone china doll, to be handled with care and attention. Will I be able to do that ?

The best way to know was to do it. Now.

"Master..." Amelia whispered while holding out her hand to him in an inviting gesture.

Severus took it in his and in seconds he was lying on her body. He remembered their very first contact, in that same room, on that same bed, the night he had pretended to rape her so as not to raise Wormtail's suspicions. He had not touched her at all. He had just slapped her and bitten her neck. The blood compact. You're mine.

But now he would not do that. He would behave like a lover. Her lover. He kissed her again, still a bit awkwardly but she did not mind. He was tender in his awkwardness and she greatly enjoyed that.

"You're mine, Amelia," Severus said with a husky tone after he had stopped kissing her.

She smiled at him gently and took his hand in hers. She put it on her breast. The contact was electrifying – for them both. "Master..." It sounded like a plea. "Yes... I'm yours... Master..." She was surprised by her own words. She had never thought she would be able to utter them again, to another man. There had been Terence's death, then the rape. She was even more surprised to utter these words to this man. Severus Snape was a Death-Eater. He was the enemy. He was supposed to despise people of her birth. He was supposed to treat her like a house elf and even worse. He was supposed to use her like a slave for his own purposes.

But he had not. Or he had been only acting.

"Oh, Amelia..." he whispered before removing himself from her. He was sitting on his heels, between her legs, opening his trousers, his gaze still locked with the young woman's. He got his maleness out. He was hard now, painfully hard. He needed to take her. He felt the rush of desire overwhelming him but he did not want to go too fast and hurt her in the process. Slowly, he leant towards her, resting on his hands, kissing her jawline, then her neck and the collar. "Amelia..."

Severus felt his maleness touching her skin, her belly, before resting on her womanhood. That was delicious – unbearably delicious. The sensation sent a jolt throughout his body. He could not keep it like this any longer. "Aaaah... Amelia... Aaaah..." he grunted while letting go of his seed on her belly in an orgasm that his hand had never given him before.

He looked as if he had made a major faux-pas. He felt mortified by his failure and turned his gaze away from her. Fine lover ! Not even able to satisfy her in a proper fashion.

Amelia gathered at once what had happened. She sat on the bed and with an elegant movement of her hand, she Scourgified the outcome of his lust. Then she turned her attention to him. She took his chin between her fingers to compel him to look at her. He felt indeed shameful.

"Master... that's not a problem. It happens sometimes... when desire is very, very strong. It's just normal. Nothing to worry about."

He peered at her, a mute question in his dark eyes, to which she replied with a gentle smile. "Are you... sure ?" he asked hesitantly.

She nodded. "Yes, I am. Now, lie there and relax. There's no harm done and nothing is wrong with an intense desire. On the contrary."

Severus did as told. Experience was speaking. After all, she was the one to know, from his point of view. He lay beside her. She was right, the sensation had been particularly violent and unexpected. Yet, deeply enjoyable. "I'm... well... Amelia... I could not... satisfy you... properly," he managed to say after a few minutes spent in silence. The young witch had laid her head on his chest.

She raised on her arms to watch him. Their eyes met. "Master... that doesn't mean you won't be able to satisfy me later."

He watched her, surprise on his face. "Because... you'll agree to do this again ? With me ?"

She smiled at him. He was so far away from the man usually so sure of himself. "Of course I will." There was something so vulnerable in him that made her wonder. But her train of thoughts must have missed a step or two because she could not figure out how a man like him, so confident in his powers, so magically mighty, could lack so much assurance in bed and about lovemaking. For sure he was not homosexual as he enjoyed engaging in sexual activity with her. So this was not the issue. Amelia decided to let the matter to rest for the time being. If he wanted to talk, he would do so when ready.

She leant on him and began to caress his face. She ended up kissing him again. He let her do, enjoying her initiative, reassured she did not mind his previous shortcomings. At one moment, she glanced at his body. "Master... are you ready ?"

"Ready ?"

"I mean... Do you want to continue ? With me ?" Amelia was amazed at her own dare. She felt horny now. All that pent-up desire she had gradually experienced with him, because of him, now wanted some release. She welcomed the feeling with joy. The fear of man due to the rape was receding.

Severus raised himself on his elbows. "Do you really want this ? With me ?"

"Yes, Master." His hesitations did not match his obvious desire for her. But she refrained from asking what was going on, lest it may break the magic between them. Fearing he may back off, Amelia took another initiative : she straddled him and began to kiss him thoroughly on the lips. Severus was taken off guard but he had to admit that this initiative of hers was most welcome. He felt her take his both hands and put them on her hips. He could also feel her womanhood coming in contact with his maleness. The sensation was different this time : that part of her body now rubbing itself on his own sex was hot and even wet. He moaned in their kiss. That was definitely delicious. Overwhelming.

Amelia moved a little to get him inside of her. But Severus' dominating side took over in his mind. He grabbed her waist and rolled over her. This time, he would go to the end, in a proper manner, like a real lover would. She had been surprised but let him do. If he felt surer like this, why not.

One of his hands got lost between her thighs where he fumbled to position himself. Amelia closed her eyes, both savouring in anticipation the sensation to come, and apprehending the moment he would take her. She only hoped it would not hurt her. She fought her fear with the memories of the wonderful lovemaking she had had before with Terence. If she had already had pleasure with a man, she would again.

Severus managed to find her entrance and he pushed inside her in one single thrust, a grunt on his lips. Amelia had been surprised and she clung to him, moaning softly.

The sensation was wonderful for Severus. It felt so right for him. She felt so right for him. He remained motionless for a few seconds, marvelled by the feeling of her wet, warm cavity surrounding him, taking him wholly, tightening around him. He had never imagined it could be like this. "Amelia... Amelia..." he moaned. "That's... so... good..."

Soon, he could not contain himself and he began to move inside her. The sensation became more and more extraordinary. The more he was inside her, moving inside her, the more he wanted to do so, the more he wanted her. Then it happened. The only images that came back to him at that moment were when he had witnessed rapes and orgies during Dark revels, the way the other men took the women – consensually or not. He lost control over himself and began to pump in her brutally.

They had been brutal. They had revelled in that brutality. The women that had been consenting had seemed to enjoy the men's behaviours. As for the others... who cared ?

Severus went on, clinging to Amelia, grabbing her shoulders and pounding in her not gently, so much the sensation was violently delicious for him. He had indeed never felt something like this before. He was now very vocal about his pleasure, claiming her as his property, his submissive, his woman, his witch. His. She was his through and through and nothing could ever change that.

"Master... Please... more slowly... please..."

But Severus could not hear her. He was completely caught in his own pleasure. He could not slow down. He did not want to. "You're mine... Amelia... Mine !" He could not even see the tears that had begun to well up in her eyes. To prevent them from spilling, the young witch closed her eyes, hoping that the intercourse would be finish soon, as well as his brutality.

"You're mine... Mine... Mine only... Mine !"

"Master... please..." Are all the men like that now ? "Master..." Maybe she had just become over-sensitive after the rape she had been a victim of the year before.

Severus moaned a last time, louder and longer, overwhelmed at last by the powerfulness of his orgasm. He let out a long grunt, while for the very first time in his life, he was spilling his seed in a woman's body, in an incredible liberation of his soul.


Severus remained lying on Amelia for long seconds after the wave of pleasure that had blinded him, had subsided. Now, he was back to his tender self, kissing her gently, even if his blood was still on fire. He was still kissing her neck when he felt something wet and salted on his lips.

He looked at her. She was crying, silently, so silently, that he had noticed nothing at first. "Amelia !"

Her gaze met his. She could not utter a word. She tried to smile at him weakly but could not. Her trembling lips betrayed her trouble.

"What's happening, Amelia ?"

Her lips trembled but she could not utter a single word. She was torn deeply between different feelings. Contradictory feelings. She had desired that man. She had wanted to make love with him. But it had turned out that he had not made love to her at all. He had used her for his own pleasure – like she had been used the year before. He was no so different from Wormtail. Maybe it had something to do with being a Death-Eater after all.

"Amelia, tell me... Did I hurt you ?" he asked gently. Genuine concern could be heard in his voice.

She nodded and found the strength to speak. "I begged you to... to go more slowly... Master... but you didn't listen... you just went on... brutally..." She could not say more. Otherwise, she would have to tell him unpleasant things – like comparing him to Wormtail.

But Severus was cleverer, more perceptive than that. He gathered at once that his awkwardness, his total inexperience in sexual matters, his selfishness, was behind the young woman's distress. So he uttered words that he was not used to say. Well, the whole situation was unusual to him.

"Amelia... I didn't want to hurt you" He did not know what to do – or rather, he knew. He had to apologize. To say he was sorry. Except one thing : the last time he had said 'I'm sorry', he was still in Hogwarts. He had spoken these words to Lily. She had turned her back on him and he had realized later that if he had been more courageous, he would have taken her in his arms back then and even kissed her and told her how much he loved her. He would have taken action instead of behaving like a coward. The coward he was back then.

This time, things were not so different. He had hurt Amelia – like he had hurt Lily. With different means, of course, but the result was the same. A young woman had been hurt. Something had been broken too. Severus had already been down that road. He had already lost a lot. He did not want this to happen again. He would not tell Amelia he loved her because this was not something in order at all at the present time. But he could still do something else.

Severus would not behave like a coward. Not this time.

He took her in his arms and kissed her gently. He also removed himself from inside her while whispering comforting words in a tender tone. "Amelia, I didn't want to hurt you. And even less like this."

Amelia was not Lily. She had not the same dispositions either. She was not in the same relationship with him at all. She did not want to give up on that man. "Oh, Master !"

"Tell me, did I hurt you ?"

"I was... afraid... like... last year... with..." She could not go on. But Severus had gathered what she meant. With Wormtail.

"I let myself be carried away by my own emotions," he told her while caressing her face. "I didn't want to hurt you." As if that was an excuse. Guilt threatened to overwhelm him – once more.

"I don't say emotions are bad... Master... it's just... maybe I've become too much... sensitive. Maybe... I'm no longer..." She swallowed hard. "Maybe I'm not made for this any more. Maybe the rape... I can't do this any more. I'm sorry, Master." She sniffled. She did not want to give up on that man but she may have to eventually.

"No, Amelia. You're not responsible at all. That's entirely my fault. I..." Severus stopped. He could not tell her the truth. He could not apologize either – that sent him usually back to a very painful memory.

She moved away from his arms and rose from bed. "I'll have a shower," she said with a small, frail voice. Before leaving the bedroom, she turned towards him with an air of both sadness and understanding on her face. She wanted to say something but refrained from doing so at the very last second. Yet, the pearls glistening in her eyes spoke volumes.


Here you are ! THE scene you all wanted ! Kiss and all. LOL

Well, I haven't written it to please you, my dear readers, even if I do like you all much. I wrote that scene because the plot required it.

I can hear the comments from here : What ? What's going with Severus, the ultimate male, the Slytherin sex god ? (Yes, I know, the Draco fans will skin me alive because of this title. LOL)

Well, I wanted to show that might and frailty, powerfulness and vulnerability, can coexist in a same person. It does actually. In everyone of us.

Now, the muses need more reviews, especially after such a steamy chapter. I hope you will leave lots of them very soon ! LOL

Please leave your ideas and opinions, I'd like to know what you think of this chapter and if I had kept Severus in character, despite a rather unusual situation for him.