Hey guys! It's Rozà again, with another story to spice up things!Just keep in mind that this fanfic is rated MATURE for a REASON!M= violence, drug abuse, sexual abuse(marital or otherwise), non-con, as well as major character death.Those of you who want to continue, enjoy!
The law of life is so queer,
that wherever I look I see fear,
Unto the world's most fiercest colours,
Let me be left alone in the pier.
-Anon
Like a statue, standing in the rain, she looked over to the bathtub, and reached for a towel from amongst the other toiletries that littered the base of the cupboard.
Wrenching the towel towards her torso, she barely suppressed a whimper of pain that escaped her mouth. Limping towards the toilet, she sat down after pulling its lid on, and crossed her leg, to examine, the bruise that was forming on her calf.
With trembling fingers, she grazed the garish blue-ish mark, that marred the smooth, soft plains of her calf.
Snatching up her wand from the vanity mirror, she performed a quick episkey and the bruise turned brown, and did not completely disappear, showing her how much little strength she had.
Standing up, she looked at herself in the mirror, and cancelled the glamour charm, which she put upon her figure at all times of the day, except when she was in the washroom. Solemnly, she met her own gaze in the crystal surface of the mirror.
A dark bruise formed at her temple, stark against the milky colour of her skin. Her lips were swollen, and with a wince she lightly touched them, applying bruise slave on the slightly raised welts.
Picking up her wand, she treated the bruises on her temple and jaw with another careful episkey.
Raising her head, she observed her neck, running her fingers upon the small, pinkish lovebites and marks that marked her once unmarked flesh.
Once upon a time, she adored these love bites. Once upon a time, she basked in his attentions.
At one point, she would have displayed them. Displayed them as marks of attention. Attention that her beau gave her.
But now they felt as marks of abuse.
Dirty marks that littered the plains of her neck. With a momentary lack of sense, she scratched at it, with a fervour, her nails scratching at the pinkish love bites, that started throbbing with a dull ache.
Recovering, by splashing cold water on her face, she heaved heavy breaths though her lungs, that shuddered with every breath she took.
Straightening, she quickly put on the glamour, and threw on a woolly, purple jumper with black jeans to match.
Putting her hand on the doorknob, she steadied herself, exhaling a long breath, and readied for facing her husband.
She was so happy.
She was ecstatic. Ecstatic that she was finally married to the one person she truly loved without the brotherly affection. A person with whom she felt love, affection that didn't have any rival.
Dressed in a flowy, white wedding gown, with a gossamer veil that covered half of her face as well as her neck, she looked like a regal princess, if she had anything to say about it.
Walking towards the huge bed, placed in the middle of the main bedroom of the Prince Manor, she thought how she fell in love with the tall, dark, sophisticated, Master of Potions.
How her life was over flowed with happiness, when the dark haired man returned her affections. How they stood tall in the face of controversy when their affair was discovered.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she waited for her husband to come. Husband; what a queer word for her, who never envisioned herself married. Or in love.
Strapping off her shoes, she messaged her fingers which felt numb, even with the presence of warming charms.
She was jittery; jittery with anticipation, and rocked slightly where she was sitting, in a futile attempt to thaw the nervousness at was overwhelming her quite unexpectedly.
With a click, the door flew open, and in came her husband, with his dress robes billowing around him, looking as regal and dark as ever. She suppressed the urge to say that aloud.
"Hey..."
She said, to lessen her nerves.
"Hello to you too, wife."
She felt a jolt of bliss run through her, at the word wife, and grinned up at him, who was taking off the dress robes, and the silky material material of his cravat off.
"Come here." He said after a taking of his diamond slytherin cufflinks.
She strode towards him, flashing another bright smile, and turned around, as he loosened the knot of white ribbon that tied her veil to her face. Taking it off, and placing it over the dressing table, he worked slowly on the lace that kept the dress from falling. He untied them, slowly, running his fingers on the exposed flesh of her arms.
Goosebumps erupted along her skin.
Finally after opening the back lace, he slipped the dress down her shoulders, and torso, sensually touching her lace clad breasts in the way. Sliding them down her legs, he grazed her hips with his thumbs, and felt a shiver run through her. As the dress pooled around her feet, he offered her a hand, and as she accepted it by putting her delicate one in his, long and callous one, he pulled her from the white material and onto the bed, her long brown tresses sprawled across his fluffed pillow.
"God, Severus..I am so happy."
She breathed, as he placed a kiss on her neck, and felt her pulse, that thrummed strongly against his lips.
"Likewise, Madam Snape."
He placed feather light kisses on the column of her neck, and she shuddered beneath him as sensations that she never even imagined ensnared her senses. Her moans filled the room, as they made her husband hungry for more.
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