Freddie dozed intermittently but a part of her knew that she didn't have long to sleep, that they would have to return to Hogwarts soon, so she didn't sleep too deeply. She'd been asleep for about 20 minutes when she startled awake at the sound of the fire crackling across the room. Her eyes blinked open and she was startled again by the sight of a skull and snake. She blinked a few times and realized what she was seeing was the Dark Mark on Snape's forearm.
"Are you okay?" his voice asked from behind her.
"Mm-hmm," she answered and yawned loudly. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder and relaxed behind her, letting her know she could go back to sleep. She couldn't though. Her eyes were drawn to the tattoo. She'd never paid much attention to it before, she didn't see it often. When they slept in her room she was always facing the other way, resting on his other arm. Her parents had both been part of the Dark Lord's inner circle, they'd both been branded with the Dark Mark. Freddie didn't have many clear memories of her parents, she'd been so young...but she remembered the pain her mother had been in when the Mark burned black whenever He called them.
It looked innocent enough on Snape's forearm, the ink faded to light gray. She thought back to their conversation in the forest last night. If the Dark Lord was still alive, the Mark wouldn't have faded so much would it? Unless he was somewhere, biding his time, wanting everyone to think he was dead...even his most loyal followers. And Snape was one of them... After her parents, Freddie didn't want anything to do with Death Eaters, but here she was lying in the arms of one. In love with one, in love with a Death Eater. But there was something about Snape, something different. She knew, deep down, that he was a good person. So how had he ended up being branded with the Mark?
She nuzzled her head against his arm, then moved her head a few inches to press a kiss to the mark on his forearm. His hand twitched then he closed his fingers into a fist.
"Someday I may tell you about it," he said quietly. "...But not today."
"I didn't ask," she murmured, rolling over to face him. He put both arms around her and pulled her close to his chest, resting his chin on top of her head.
"I know," he said. "But you were wondering."
"Yeah," she admitted, then hesitated. "Can I ask just one question?"
His grip on her loosened slightly.
"You may. But I cannot promise that I will answer it."
"Fair enough," she agreed. "...Do you want the Dark Lord to come back?"
She pulled back just enough so that she could look up at him. His face was blank, unreadable, and she thought he would choose not to answer.
"No," he said finally and she could tell that he was telling the truth. "No, I do not want Him to come back..."
"But you think that he will?"
"I honestly don't know, Winifred. ...I suggest you try not to worry about things that have not happened and just enjoy the time we have together right now. We will have to return to the castle soon."
"How soon?"
"Half an hour, maybe. I wouldn't want to push it too far."
"Okay," she said agreeably. "...I hope Ziggy is okay. He's all alone in your office. I wish he'd come with us."
"Mmm he better not have peed on my chair or broken anything."
"He wouldn't do anything like that. Not on purpose anyway."
"Hmm," he said and kissed her forehead. Freddie smiled and snuggled up closer to him. The muscles in her arms and legs were twitching, particularly her calves. She winced and rolled onto her back, stretching her legs out straight.
"I'll give you something for the pain when we get back," he said, resting his head on her shoulder. "And you can turn in early, sleep as long as you want."
"Sounds good to me."
They lay there in silence for a while. Snape had his mind closed to her and his face was unreadable. She wished she hadn't brought up the Mark or the Dark Lord. He was obviously thinking about that now. His fingers were skimming across her breast, periodically giving it a light squeeze, not in a way that was meant to arouse her but in an absent-minded way. She found it comforting, somewhat calming. She lay there blissfully with her eyes half closed until he pinched her nipple suddenly, causing her to yelp at the sudden mix of pain and pleasure.
She opened her eyes to see Snape propped up on one elbow, a feral sort of grin on his face as he tweaked her nipple.
"Do you still want me to use the Imperius curse on you?" he asked in a low growl that sent a rush of heat through her. She didn't answer right away and he squeezed her nipple with two fingers, tighter and tighter until she whimpered. She gasped when he let go and was surprised at the strong rush of arousal it sent through her.
"Do you want me to curse you, little girl?" he repeated his question, dipping his head to brush a quick kiss over her collarbone. "To see if you can fight it off? See how tough you are?"
"R-right now?" she asked, feeling somewhat light-headed.
"Maybe," he said, moving his hand from her breast. He brushed his thumb along her bottom lip, her chin, her jawline...then reached across her and got his wand off the bedside table. She gasped again as he put the tip of his wand to her throat. "Maybe I want to curse you...maybe I just want to scare you."
"Y-you don't s-scare m-" she broke off as the wand tip pressed further into the skin of her throat. She swallowed.
"If you aren't scared then why are you shaking?" he murmured, trailing his wand down the length of her neck. She couldn't answer but it was true she wasn't scared...she was aroused. She knew it was wrong and all sorts of messed up but the thought of him fucking her with his wand at her throat had her wetter than ever before.
She whimpered as he dragged his wand between her breasts, across her ribs, down her stomach, dipping briefly into her navel, stopping just before he reached her cleft. Her mind was spinning, wondering what he would do next. Would he curse her, would he fuck her, would he really put his wand inside of her and what would happen if he did and why did she want him to? Unconciously she spread her legs.
"Do you want me to curse you?" he asked, his voice a low purr that sent shivers through her, sliding his wand back up her body. She tried to speak but couldn't so she shook her head.
"No? Are you sure?" he asked mockingly. She felt heat chasing the tip of his wand and she didn't know if it was a spell or just her imagination. She shook her head 'no' again and his wand jumped back to the base of her throat.
"What is it you want then? Hmm?" he asked, applying just a bit of pressure. She opened her mouth but still couldn't speak. It was like he'd put a spell on her. So she stared at him, trying to convey her desire through her gaze. His eyes were glittering black as he stared down at her, then she felt the wall between their minds melt away. She felt him enter her mind and she closed her eyes so she could push her desire at him – thoughts of him fucking her at wandpoint or with his wand or with a knife even, yes, that would be good. She was on the brink already just imagining it.
She heard him let out a soft growl, felt him shift beside her, then he was on top of her, straddling her waist. He was rock hard against her and she wanted him bad. She opened her eyes to find his wand below her chin.
"Naughty little witch," he said, his voice low as he twisted his wand. "You know with the Imperius Curse I could make you do things...whatever I want, however I want...Anything I want..."
With his mind open to hers she knew that he would never actually use the curse on her, not like this, even if she told him to. She found her voice finally.
"You don't need a spell for that, sir," she whispered. "I'm yours. Completely."
A smile spread across his face slowly.
"Yes you are," he murmured. He started to pull his wand away, then stopped short. "Incarcerous."
Ropes shot from the tip of his wand to her wrists, jerking them above her head and securing them to the headboard.
"Oh!" she said, startled, tugging at the ropes but finding them tightly bound. "Wha-?"
"Whatever I want," he answered, lowering his head to kiss her lips. He still had his wand in his hand and when she tried to deepen the kiss he pulled away, replacing his mouth with his wand. "Whatever I want," he repeated, smirking. She let out a frustrated growl and squirmed beneath him. All of her soreness and exhaustion no longer mattered, all she could think of was how bad she wanted him, again. And of course that's what he wanted, to tease her. Well she could do that, too. She gave him a coy smile and batted her eyelashes before closing her lips over the tip of his wand. His eyes widened in surprise and her mouth started to tingle. He chuckled softly and pulled his wand from her mouth with a soft pop.
"Naughty little witch. I-" He was interupted by the beeping of his watch. He checked the time with a groan, then looked back down at her, his expression thoughtful.
"I should untie you and you make you get dressed and go back to the castle," he said, sliding off of her.
"No!" she shouted and he looked at her with an eyebrow raised. She felt a blush staining her cheeks but she didn't care as she started to beg. "Please, no. Please don't make me go back to the castle like this, please."
"Like what exactly?"
"Like...aroused," she said, her blush spreading down her neck and chest. "Please, just...please?"
"Like I said, I should untie you," he said, tossing his wand onto the bedside table. "Lucky for you that's not what I want. We can be quick."
"Oh thank you," she said, almost sobbing with relief as he spread her legs and maneuvered himself between her thighs. "Thank you, thank you, thank you..."
Ten minutes later Freddie stood on shaky legs as Snape got dressed quickly. He handed her purse to her and she got out her wand, clothing herself in just a fraction of a second. She sank onto the edge of the bed to magic her boots on and sat there, rubbing her wrists while Snape finished buttoning his shirt. Her wrists were red from straining against the ropes and her whole body felt like rubber, but she knew that once the endorphins from her orgasm subsided she'd be even sorer than before. Still it had been completely worth it.
"Glad you think so," Snape said, pulling her to her feet. "Come on."
She didn't protest but followed him to the fireplace. He offered her a handful of floo powder and took a handful himself before placing the pot back on the shelf.
"Wait," he said as she started to throw it into the fire. He grabbed her with his free hand and kissed her one last time. He released her with a sigh and tossed his floo powder into the flames. "See you on the other side."