A/N: I can't shake the feeling that this entire chapter is crap. However, it's the only crap I have and I couldn't find a beta. -_-; Hopefully, you'lll think better of it than I do. If not, I'll redo it after the holidays. Deal?

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"God, please... yes." His hands running along my spine. His hips set firmly against mine.
"I don't remember you being this vocal during our last encounter."
"I wasn't this desperate during our last encounter."
"So desperation brings you to me? Maybe I should leave you desperate. Then I can be certain you'll come back."
"Don't you dare. I'll come back anyway. I know it."
"You know it? How?"
"I need you. Need this." my hands moving of their own volition inside his robes, resting against his chest.
"Need what?" Kisses like this, long, deep, lazy that make desire wind its scarlet tendrils around my brain and through my body. "H'm?" Hands sliding down my torso.
"Need for you to touch me...there. God yes."
"Are you sure it's enough?" He grins mischievously and my heart stops. Who would've thought Lucius Malfoy could grin like that?
"Not sure of anything anymore." He moves his hips fluidly and I hastily make to remove his robes entirely. One thing I am sure of- I can't control this anymore. I don't want to control this anymore. I arched up against him. He moaned softly.
"What do you want, love?" he whispers.
"I want you to fuck me so hard that coherent thought is an impossibility." I wish I could blush when I say that. I wish I could sound less needy. But I've never been good at subtlety and now does not seem like a good time to start.
"Done."

I'm willing myself to enjoy this moment. I want to stay this way for at least half an eternity- wrapped in his arms, deliriously comfortable. He turns his head and I shift my body slightly to see what he's looking at. "Severus," Lucius said quietly. He makes no move to hide me and for my part, I don't care. I'm too tired and feeling too goddamned amazing to be ashamed right now.
"Are you absolutely insane?" Snape's voice was low, cold. Lucius didn't answer, gathering me to his chest instead. "He's the same age as your son."
"Get out," I said suddenly. "What goes one here is none of your business."
"I beg to differ, Potter. It is as much my business as it is the headmaster's. You know what his conditions were, Lucius."
"What were they?" I asked quietly. He sighed.
"Dumbledore agreed to help me if I promised to stay away from you."
"I think that it's quite clear that you have broken that promise."
"I came to him," I said.
"Oh, now you're defending him. Be careful. This would make the front page of every newspaper in the world."
"Fuck them. I don't care."
"You are so dense. Don't you realize that you are not your own person? You simply cannot do whatever you want whenever you want because you carry the faith of an entire world on your shoulders. If you let them down, we are all lost." With that he swept out.

The truth always hurts, but coming from Snape, it's fucking caustic. I hate this. This is so horribly unfair. The only thing I can remember truly wanting and I can't have it because of my fan club. Voldemort should have killed me. I hate my life. I hate Snape and I hate that I can't tell reality to go sod itself because I officially don't give a damn. That would be a lie.

Please. God please if you've ever had anything besides contempt for me, don't let this go away don't let them take him from me. He's mine...gorgeous and tempting and unlawfully gifted with his hands. Please. I'll do whatever you want. I'll be nice to Dudley. I'll stop breaking school rules. I'll hang the invisibility cloak in a glass case and I'll never use it again. I'll stop feuding with Draco. I'll tutor Neville. I'll do anything but please....

"He's right," Lucius whispered, pressing his lips to my forehead. "I'm so sorry."
"No." This can't be what it feels like because it feels like a goodbye.
"This is my fault."
"No."
"I wanted this so badly." So do I. Pleasepleasepleasegod. "But this isn't right."
"I don't care about them. Any of them."
"You are a horrible liar."
"How can you just accept this?"
"Because the alternative is to let him win and he'll kill you, angel. The feast of swan will be served at last."
"Swan?" He smiles sadly.
"You. My swan. My impossible dream."
"Not impossible. We could-"
"Forget who we are? "
"Yes. In the Muggle world-"
"We'd still be an oddity."
"Isn't an oddity better than an impossibility?"
"You'd turn your back on them all?" I nodded vigorously. "You're not letting them down for me, understand?" I didn't want to hear this...he grabbed my face and forced me to look at him. "I'm. Not. Worth. It."

Is there an anti-Potter conspiracy? Do I ever get a break? Parents- dead. Family members- hate me. Man I (most likely) love- leaving me. Oh, and the evilest man in existence is set on killing me. Want to trade lives? I'll take almost anything.

"Last night," he whispered.
"The absolute last?"
"Yes, love."

Is it possible to stop the sun from rising?

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J. Silver