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When The Moon Changes The Waves In Our Hearts

"To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further. There is no other pearl

to be found the dark folds of life."

That night, after all was done and over with the woman, past student, who gave herself most willingly to him, Severus dreams of Lily Evans.

He had been in the Hogwarts kitchen that night. It was late. He was Sixteen. He had bribed the house elves not to tattle while he worked in the back on a midnight snack. He was waiting as well as he was awake. He had done this quite a lot in the years that had past, he probably didn't even need to bribe the elves at that point.

But he did.

He had always been a night owl, a time of a kind silence that shown its sound no other time of day. A most beautiful and pure sound. As he charmed the spoon to mix in the bowl his younger self-turned from the counter and gave a sigh. A part of him didn't want to see her. A larger part didn't want her to come. It was towards the end of everything between them, a time of teenage numbness to the world of pain that surrounded him so constantly. She had made her decision, he didn't need words to know that. As the minutes ticked by, a part of him sighed a breath of relief as the chances of her showing up became less and less. Slowly, he turned back to his work again.

He would hear her the moment the kitchen door opened, and before she came into his view a house elf was warning him of her presence. He listened and estimated, and turned around to nothing at all where he expected her to be. After a moment, in a stomach-churning movement, the fire-haired girl came into view with a wiping motion as she pulled the invisibility cloak from overhead, showing him a warm and welcoming smile. He, on the other hand, did not smile. His lip turned down in anger and he sharply turned his back from her and focused his attention on the well-mixed batter.

"Severus.." She whispered to him.

"Lily... Stop." His strength pushed out true as his fingers guided the bowl over the heated skillet and dripping the batter that would land on the cast iron with a sharp sizzle.

"Severus... What is it?"

Where her sadness and confusion once made his weak, an anger grew in his heart and he gripped the wooden handle of the spoon so tightly his knuckles cracked, bringing Lilly to stop her advance and place her hands in front of her, one hand clinging to the other wrist.

He would not be pulled in this time... He wouldn't.

"You need to go." His voice hissed bringing widening eyes from her in finalizing attempts to avoid words.

"No, Lilly, Stop!" His voice was a bark now that brought her to step back as he pushed from the counter.

"Severus. Just please tell me what I did." Lilly requested weakly, both of them knowing she would leave right away if he did.

"It's what you didn't." His voice pushed after a heavy moment of silence.

He turned to her now, eyes glaring at the Invisibility cloak as Lilly followed his attention down to her hand.

"You're jealous.." She said softly, a mocking tone just lacing her words, almost missable.

His head shook as he turned back to the stove, bringing the spatula to flip the next flapjack before speaking.

"It's quite poetic in a way," His voice was an interested melancholy, "that you come to see a past lover after hours, wearing the protection of your current."

Her face paled as she understood, but a stone expression fell into place.

"What have you, Severus?!" Her voice was foolishly loud which only irritated him further, "It's not my fault you two don't get along."

"But it's your fault for choosing that man over me."

He referred to the right out torture, to the embarrassment, to the shame the Marauders, led by James Potter himself, and the dishonor she gave by laying with James in intimacy.

"Severus…" He heard her footsteps and had turned around and grabbed her wrist as she had moved in on him. Her final front, the intimacy he wanted that she knew, but now at this point, all Severus could feel was deceit. Fucking James Potter's girl was a great plus, her coming to him when they fought was something Severus would hold for a lifetime... But, as he looked into her emerald eyes and his mind screamed for love, he pressed her backward and let go of her wrist.

He could not love someone who swore publicity to someone else. He would have her in full, or not have her at all. He stood stone, blindly looking at the wooden floor ahead of him as he heard her feet back away before disappearing from the room, leaving her final presence as the echo of the kitchen door closing, leaving him after in absolute silence...

From the shadows pulled Lucius Malfoy, came Narcissa, Regulus, and Bellatrix. Lucius's hand landed heavily on his shoulder and Bellatrix stood on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek with that arms wrapped around his form. He glanced at those around him, to Regulus who picked up the plate of jacks with a reassuring nod, he watched it all through eyes hollowed and walled from the world forevermore.

From that moment on, Severus Snape felt as though he was truly dead to the world that continued around him.

**End**


Severus woke up in his current year as Hogwarts DADA teacher the next day. Shirtless but otherwise dressed, he knew she was still in his bed at his side but, he didn't look at her as she probably wouldn't want him too anyway. What they had wasn't about beauty and long stares, it was loose and nothing would change between them.

He stepped into the lavatory, making the door shut loudly enough for, what he would hope, would wake her. He showered her off him and during cleaning, ran fingers over nail marks her passion had left behind. The bite marks on his shoulders were easy to hide, but of those on her he wasn't sure. Finishing up his routine, he opened the door to find the bed empty and the girl and her dog gone. Where he assumed he would feel… something over the abandonment, instead Severus found comfort in her ability to comprehend unspoken rules of engagement. Towards this, he was calm.

Unfortunately, that which came with euphoric sexual release lasted until his foot stepped from the office when he was reminded of the final days before his end. The cold, merciless man he never wanted to become fell back into place and he was himself once more.

Kayne

That morning when Severus slammed the door, Kayne did wake, she did dress, she did leave without a word and it wasn't until she successfully slipped into her private office space did she step into the shower and look herself over.

She listed the finger bruises on her hips and had felt the tenderness of her body before she made it out of his bed. Nothing on her neck or anything in view, she was happy about that as she counted nail lines of her own that marked her skin by him.

She left his office wordlessly because she knew it was expected of her. That, like their lessons, this would remain not discussed and completely ignored. After all, that was how you worked with a man like Severus. Everything without a word if one wanted it to continue.

Like a secret. The thought made Kayne smile as slipped the sealed shoebox in her pack and her pack over her shoulder. She pulled from her office, dog at heel and whining for out. She was destined for her stool and plate in the Great Hall where her dog would come to her when he was finished. That morning at breakfast as she picked her eggs and bacon, her eyes had met with the snarl lipped man, and a sudden pull brought her to the Defense classroom before the first lesson of the day.

"Professor Snape?" Kayne knocked before opening the door of the classroom.

"Quickly. And shut the door." The final words came growled with a wave of his hand that shut the door anyway.

"What's going-"

He was around his desk and in front of her in moments, stiff backed and "You are to stay with me," He started in a low, growl, "For the next whenever until I say, you will be here. By my side. Understood?"

She didn't question, she didn't push, she looked at him with eyes of solid stone as she gave him a stone headed shake yes.

"Your work for the day is there," his finger pointed to the corner behind his desk that was set up with a Potions set, "Instructions are on the table."

There was no change in his bark, there was no warmth in his eyes, there was no fluid in his motions, Severus was again the professor of fear and Kayne nodded her head weakly. She would work on these potions as she would. Silent and as if absent.

"Okay."

A look at Vex, a look at Kayne, and Severus pushed back on his toe and swept to his desk just as the class bell rang.

"Come on, Vex." She nodded at the dog who followed and took space a safe distance away on an already placed mat and curling around the small bag Kayne left by his side..

The entire day she spent under his hawkish gaze as much as he could keep a cover over her without giving her any attention. And she stayed without qualm in quite loyally for the hours and classes that passed as she spoke of multiple creatures and how to keep safe. She knew why she was there, it was the final days before the war. Hours only known by three. Any day now.. any night... the moment Albus left, Voldemort would push Severus to Draco, and Draco into place bringing the war to begin.

That day, Hermione and Kayne met eyes during class. They met eyes but never words for the two days after, and each time night rolled around, Kayne found herself denning with her always Potions Master. Each night they would escape from the curse on their souls, creating a moment for them. However empty of love and emotion it was, they had something that they both understood. From understanding in only a few polished days, and a past built after years of gaining and breaking, a sort of temporary love did grow for the lost boy and the stallion of a girl.

The day that dawned next was grey and cold and a weight hung through the hours that no one could place the meaning of.

No one of course, but them...