Chapter 4. Passion.
Snape stirred in the darkness of early morning as he watched his lover, still peaceful.
He smoothed her hair from her face and kissed her forehead. As he prepared to leave he wrapped her gently in the soft folds of velvet and briefly caressed her as she slept.
He sat in the adjoining room by the fire and pulled on his boots, he collected up his cloak but as he moved to the door Annia appeared in the bedroom doorway.
"Don't go so soon. Why not stay a while longer" She called to him still drowsy.
Snape looked over to her draped in a rich, purple throw, her shoulders glowing against the dark fabric, her sleepy eyes still shimmering. He walked over to her and held her next to his chest. She felt warm and yielding, from the snug bed they had just shared.
"I have to go. School starts again this morning, I can't be late". He held her face and as he kissed her, he whispered, "Thank-you"
Then he tore himself away and returned to Hogwarts.
The start of term found Snape's state of mind, much improved but he did his best to disguise the fact. His stern attitude had served him well as a teacher and he didn't want to relinquish that power just yet. So as far as the pupils and most of the staff
were concerned nothing had changed and Snape was as mean and cruel as ever.
Yet in reality everything had changed and he knew things would never be the same again. The slightest thing distracted him and as much as he continued to give out detentions his heart wasn't really in it. Even the thought made him smile, as he imagined some poor unfortunate boy cursing him and believing him to be the meanest man alive. Whereas in fact he felt happier than he could remember.
Whenever he could escape the confines of school, Snape spent his time with Annia, long winter evenings at her cottage in a kind of relaxed atmosphere he had never known before.
One night their conversation turned to their families and she told him of her childhood;
"It was never really discussed much but I knew what they were, my parents," she paused and looked at her lover; "Death Eaters, and now they follow Lord Voldemort".
She looked at Severus waiting for his reaction.
"And you, Annia, what about you?" She didn't answer but looked away from his enquiring stare.
"I understand. I used to believe in him too, but I realise now how wrong I was".
He took her hands in his and made his confession;
"I joined them, Annia, I became one of them, but I renounced them and came here to Hogwarts, where the Headmaster has helped me. It's all right, I'll help you too. We can fight this together. I now how hard it is, but you must turn away from the Dark Lord".
He lifted her chin and saw she was crying. He held her in his arms.
"I'm here, Annia. Let me help you". She nestled in his embrace and buried her face in his chest, unable to look him in the eye as her tears faded.
The subject was not raised again, as they continued to see each other, as often as they could, whenever he was able to leave the castle. And if she were working he would sometimes go to the Inn, just to spend a few moments with her and walk her home at the end of the night.
The weather was getting milder now with all traces of snow and frosts passed.
There was a sense of newness and of an untainted world ready to grow once more, as spring arrived.
Severus had just walked back to Annia's house with her after a night working, but there was still a chill in the early spring air.
As they lay in that opulent bed, Annia at his side, her head resting on his smooth chest, she said;
"They say you're one of the most skilful potion makers, around, that's a much sort after talent. Have you ever made," she hesitated, "The Amyllus potion?"
"What. That's been restricted for years, it's illegal now" Snape was surprised by her remark.
"That doesn't answer the question, though". She had a mischievous look on her oval face as she looked at him, leaning up, on her elbows.
As she spoke he noticed the curve of her back as it dipped to meet her peachy cheeks, revealed by the slipping covers.
"Well, yes a long time ago, alright, and no I didn't take it myself. Someone instructed me to brew it, for them to use".
"So you can do it" her eyes flashed at this revelation.
"Why are you so interested, it's only ever used by," and he paused as he realised the implications of what he was about to say, "Death Eaters".
He sat up and stared at her, now wearing an expression of innocence.
"Oh Severus, but you know what it can do, how it can enhance things beyond all imagination".
She moved her hand to caress his thighs, her gaze intent on his disturbed face.
"So you could make some for me, for us".
The prospect of this illicit substance and what it could do for their lovemaking was enticing, especially as Annia looked at him, her eyes more cat-like than ever. And her touch made it impossible to think rationally.
"I couldn't" But he was lost now, to the soft touch of her lips and he fell back as waves of ecstasy washed over him.
She lifted her head, "Will you do it; do it, for me?"
"Yes Annia" he gasped "Yes" as he pushed her head back down to his groin.
Later as she brought him a glass of wine, she asked, "Severus, did you ever met him; Lord Voldemort?"
Snape looked at her, as she slipped back under the sheets, from under his brow, with some suspicion.
"What was he like? Is he as powerful as they say?"
He looked grave as he replied, "Yes he possesses a terrible power".
"And they say he's getting stronger. Severus, are you safe here? Won't he want his revenge for your betrayal?" She held on to him and said, "I'm frightened Sevvy, I don't want to loose you".
The days since that unusual request found the Potions Master restless, and indecisive. He knew the right thing to do was inform the Headmaster, as soon as Annia had shown any interest in his knowledge of Voldemort and that particular concoction. But he managed to convince himself that it was all just harmless curiosity and that as long as he was alert to any peculiarities, why should he concern Dumbledore.
So, instead of trusting the one man who had stood by him since his return, he decided to go ahead and brew the potion, in secret.
By the following Saturday it was complete and two small, glass phials were sealed and hidden away. Now he had to consider whether to take them to Annia tonight, or not, when they had arranged to meet after she'd finished work. He fingered the tiny bottles in his pocket as he paced his dungeon office and the image of Annia filled his senses. Her intoxicating beauty, her animal attraction, unlike any woman he'd ever known. The way she almost prowled towards him when they were alone in that sensual haven, of her bedchamber. He realised he had to go and give her, whatever she asked of him.
As mid-night approached Snape slipped out of the castle and towards Hogsmeade. There was still a light shining at the Inn window, but he decided to wait outside for Annia, so he walked to the back entrance and stood in the shadows.
The night was cool, and a strong wind was brewing but still he waited, not wanting to brave the cheerful atmosphere inside. When Annia came out she looked round; she had obviously been waiting to see him inside as usual, and hesitated for a moment before setting off home. She walked towards the spot where he hid and as she passed, he stepped out and grabbed her by the waist. She let out a squeal, as the cold hands pulled her towards him.
"What's the matter, its only Sevvy. Who were you expecting?" he joked, but then noticed she was shaking and as he turned her round, he could see she was close to tears.
He held her tightly as she spluttered; "You frightened me. Don't do that, I thought you were" but she trailed off and buried her face into his billowing cloak, as the wind blew stronger.
Whatever had made her cry out obviously hadn't left her ill at ease, because as soon as they were safely inside she pulled him towards the bedroom. And flung off his cloak, then her own and started to kiss him with a violent passion.
"Have you got it" she panted in his ear as she continued to cover him with her hungry mouth.
"Yes my sweet, just as you asked" and he fumbled in his pocket, as her attentions became frantic. So that he had to step back to lift the phials from his pocket and he held them out for her to see. Her eyes flashed to the glass as they caught the flickering firelight, and she reached for them, but he moved his hand away, smirking as she tried to pull his arm back down.
He held her tightly with his other arm and said; "Not just yet, my sweet" and slipped them back in his pocket.
He gripped her arms to restrain her and returned her kisses, covering her face and neck, until she relaxed and then he sat her on the bed. She watched him undress and then started to undo her belt but he put his hands over hers and deftly did it for her. She lay back as his skilful fingers revealed her milky skin and he began to caress every part of it. He was towering above her, knelling over her, as she had done to him and he slowly, agonisingly slowly let his hands stimulate her senses.
She quivered as his cool hands ran along the sides of her body. They teasingly skirted round her breasts as she moaned and tried to direct the pleasure his hands could give. He smiled at her and savoured the power he had over her; the power to pleasure her at his will.
Then he relented and his mouth replaced his hands as he let his tongue circle that most delicate of skin and his cheeks brushed her prominent nipples.
She cried out as the pressure increased until she was writhing for more, but instead he rolled her on to her front and began to work his tongue down her back. He felt her shudder as he reached her cheeks but he didn't stop and she arched her back down to let him explore further. Then she raised herself up on all fours to accentuate the curve.
With one hand he stroked her acutely curved back and with the other he reached down to the soft, warmth of her quim. She thrilled at the delicate touch and arched cat-like to give his hand what it searched for. And she purred as he found the ultimate spot of her arousal.
"Here, this is what you wanted" he tossed the glass phial to Annia and she broke the top. She inhaled its contents and he entered her as she remained in her feline position. She grabbed the soft blankets and let out a loud cry as the potion sent a hot rush through her body and his cock thrust deep into her.
Snape then inhaled his phial and felt the blood coursing through his veins, pumping to his heart so that his climax was intensified to the point where he could hardly bear his own weight.
He slumped over Annia's now, prostrate body, every nerve and muscle twitching and pulsing. She too was shaking in waves of ecstatic convulsions. Their hot, smooth, bodies pressed together extending their elation until slowly they were still. He was still breathing hard, the breath hot down her neck, eventually he peeled himself away from her back and lay next to her spent body. Unable to move they lay together for sometime, then Annia lifted her head and managed to kiss his hot face.
Snape felt the warmth of her glowing cheeks and a feeling of unimagined euphoria surged though his weary body.
Snape stirred in the darkness of early morning as he watched his lover, still peaceful.
He smoothed her hair from her face and kissed her forehead. As he prepared to leave he wrapped her gently in the soft folds of velvet and briefly caressed her as she slept.
He sat in the adjoining room by the fire and pulled on his boots, he collected up his cloak but as he moved to the door Annia appeared in the bedroom doorway.
"Don't go so soon. Why not stay a while longer" She called to him still drowsy.
Snape looked over to her draped in a rich, purple throw, her shoulders glowing against the dark fabric, her sleepy eyes still shimmering. He walked over to her and held her next to his chest. She felt warm and yielding, from the snug bed they had just shared.
"I have to go. School starts again this morning, I can't be late". He held her face and as he kissed her, he whispered, "Thank-you"
Then he tore himself away and returned to Hogwarts.
The start of term found Snape's state of mind, much improved but he did his best to disguise the fact. His stern attitude had served him well as a teacher and he didn't want to relinquish that power just yet. So as far as the pupils and most of the staff
were concerned nothing had changed and Snape was as mean and cruel as ever.
Yet in reality everything had changed and he knew things would never be the same again. The slightest thing distracted him and as much as he continued to give out detentions his heart wasn't really in it. Even the thought made him smile, as he imagined some poor unfortunate boy cursing him and believing him to be the meanest man alive. Whereas in fact he felt happier than he could remember.
Whenever he could escape the confines of school, Snape spent his time with Annia, long winter evenings at her cottage in a kind of relaxed atmosphere he had never known before.
One night their conversation turned to their families and she told him of her childhood;
"It was never really discussed much but I knew what they were, my parents," she paused and looked at her lover; "Death Eaters, and now they follow Lord Voldemort".
She looked at Severus waiting for his reaction.
"And you, Annia, what about you?" She didn't answer but looked away from his enquiring stare.
"I understand. I used to believe in him too, but I realise now how wrong I was".
He took her hands in his and made his confession;
"I joined them, Annia, I became one of them, but I renounced them and came here to Hogwarts, where the Headmaster has helped me. It's all right, I'll help you too. We can fight this together. I now how hard it is, but you must turn away from the Dark Lord".
He lifted her chin and saw she was crying. He held her in his arms.
"I'm here, Annia. Let me help you". She nestled in his embrace and buried her face in his chest, unable to look him in the eye as her tears faded.
The subject was not raised again, as they continued to see each other, as often as they could, whenever he was able to leave the castle. And if she were working he would sometimes go to the Inn, just to spend a few moments with her and walk her home at the end of the night.
The weather was getting milder now with all traces of snow and frosts passed.
There was a sense of newness and of an untainted world ready to grow once more, as spring arrived.
Severus had just walked back to Annia's house with her after a night working, but there was still a chill in the early spring air.
As they lay in that opulent bed, Annia at his side, her head resting on his smooth chest, she said;
"They say you're one of the most skilful potion makers, around, that's a much sort after talent. Have you ever made," she hesitated, "The Amyllus potion?"
"What. That's been restricted for years, it's illegal now" Snape was surprised by her remark.
"That doesn't answer the question, though". She had a mischievous look on her oval face as she looked at him, leaning up, on her elbows.
As she spoke he noticed the curve of her back as it dipped to meet her peachy cheeks, revealed by the slipping covers.
"Well, yes a long time ago, alright, and no I didn't take it myself. Someone instructed me to brew it, for them to use".
"So you can do it" her eyes flashed at this revelation.
"Why are you so interested, it's only ever used by," and he paused as he realised the implications of what he was about to say, "Death Eaters".
He sat up and stared at her, now wearing an expression of innocence.
"Oh Severus, but you know what it can do, how it can enhance things beyond all imagination".
She moved her hand to caress his thighs, her gaze intent on his disturbed face.
"So you could make some for me, for us".
The prospect of this illicit substance and what it could do for their lovemaking was enticing, especially as Annia looked at him, her eyes more cat-like than ever. And her touch made it impossible to think rationally.
"I couldn't" But he was lost now, to the soft touch of her lips and he fell back as waves of ecstasy washed over him.
She lifted her head, "Will you do it; do it, for me?"
"Yes Annia" he gasped "Yes" as he pushed her head back down to his groin.
Later as she brought him a glass of wine, she asked, "Severus, did you ever met him; Lord Voldemort?"
Snape looked at her, as she slipped back under the sheets, from under his brow, with some suspicion.
"What was he like? Is he as powerful as they say?"
He looked grave as he replied, "Yes he possesses a terrible power".
"And they say he's getting stronger. Severus, are you safe here? Won't he want his revenge for your betrayal?" She held on to him and said, "I'm frightened Sevvy, I don't want to loose you".
The days since that unusual request found the Potions Master restless, and indecisive. He knew the right thing to do was inform the Headmaster, as soon as Annia had shown any interest in his knowledge of Voldemort and that particular concoction. But he managed to convince himself that it was all just harmless curiosity and that as long as he was alert to any peculiarities, why should he concern Dumbledore.
So, instead of trusting the one man who had stood by him since his return, he decided to go ahead and brew the potion, in secret.
By the following Saturday it was complete and two small, glass phials were sealed and hidden away. Now he had to consider whether to take them to Annia tonight, or not, when they had arranged to meet after she'd finished work. He fingered the tiny bottles in his pocket as he paced his dungeon office and the image of Annia filled his senses. Her intoxicating beauty, her animal attraction, unlike any woman he'd ever known. The way she almost prowled towards him when they were alone in that sensual haven, of her bedchamber. He realised he had to go and give her, whatever she asked of him.
As mid-night approached Snape slipped out of the castle and towards Hogsmeade. There was still a light shining at the Inn window, but he decided to wait outside for Annia, so he walked to the back entrance and stood in the shadows.
The night was cool, and a strong wind was brewing but still he waited, not wanting to brave the cheerful atmosphere inside. When Annia came out she looked round; she had obviously been waiting to see him inside as usual, and hesitated for a moment before setting off home. She walked towards the spot where he hid and as she passed, he stepped out and grabbed her by the waist. She let out a squeal, as the cold hands pulled her towards him.
"What's the matter, its only Sevvy. Who were you expecting?" he joked, but then noticed she was shaking and as he turned her round, he could see she was close to tears.
He held her tightly as she spluttered; "You frightened me. Don't do that, I thought you were" but she trailed off and buried her face into his billowing cloak, as the wind blew stronger.
Whatever had made her cry out obviously hadn't left her ill at ease, because as soon as they were safely inside she pulled him towards the bedroom. And flung off his cloak, then her own and started to kiss him with a violent passion.
"Have you got it" she panted in his ear as she continued to cover him with her hungry mouth.
"Yes my sweet, just as you asked" and he fumbled in his pocket, as her attentions became frantic. So that he had to step back to lift the phials from his pocket and he held them out for her to see. Her eyes flashed to the glass as they caught the flickering firelight, and she reached for them, but he moved his hand away, smirking as she tried to pull his arm back down.
He held her tightly with his other arm and said; "Not just yet, my sweet" and slipped them back in his pocket.
He gripped her arms to restrain her and returned her kisses, covering her face and neck, until she relaxed and then he sat her on the bed. She watched him undress and then started to undo her belt but he put his hands over hers and deftly did it for her. She lay back as his skilful fingers revealed her milky skin and he began to caress every part of it. He was towering above her, knelling over her, as she had done to him and he slowly, agonisingly slowly let his hands stimulate her senses.
She quivered as his cool hands ran along the sides of her body. They teasingly skirted round her breasts as she moaned and tried to direct the pleasure his hands could give. He smiled at her and savoured the power he had over her; the power to pleasure her at his will.
Then he relented and his mouth replaced his hands as he let his tongue circle that most delicate of skin and his cheeks brushed her prominent nipples.
She cried out as the pressure increased until she was writhing for more, but instead he rolled her on to her front and began to work his tongue down her back. He felt her shudder as he reached her cheeks but he didn't stop and she arched her back down to let him explore further. Then she raised herself up on all fours to accentuate the curve.
With one hand he stroked her acutely curved back and with the other he reached down to the soft, warmth of her quim. She thrilled at the delicate touch and arched cat-like to give his hand what it searched for. And she purred as he found the ultimate spot of her arousal.
"Here, this is what you wanted" he tossed the glass phial to Annia and she broke the top. She inhaled its contents and he entered her as she remained in her feline position. She grabbed the soft blankets and let out a loud cry as the potion sent a hot rush through her body and his cock thrust deep into her.
Snape then inhaled his phial and felt the blood coursing through his veins, pumping to his heart so that his climax was intensified to the point where he could hardly bear his own weight.
He slumped over Annia's now, prostrate body, every nerve and muscle twitching and pulsing. She too was shaking in waves of ecstatic convulsions. Their hot, smooth, bodies pressed together extending their elation until slowly they were still. He was still breathing hard, the breath hot down her neck, eventually he peeled himself away from her back and lay next to her spent body. Unable to move they lay together for sometime, then Annia lifted her head and managed to kiss his hot face.
Snape felt the warmth of her glowing cheeks and a feeling of unimagined euphoria surged though his weary body.
