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Spiraling feelings of horror consumed Celeste. She was stunned, incapable of struggling.
"It might have been best to not have helped me sober up," Snape said conversationally even as he used her hair to pull her up on the chaise lounge with him. "Left on my own, I probably would have passed out without ever being able to articulate my fury. I'd have woken with a hangover and more guilt."
It was amazing, Celeste thought wildly, he keeps his voice so soft while he looks so savage.
"Quite possibly," he mused, "none of this would have transpired."
Frantically Celeste mentally explored her options. They were few. She fumbled with a robe pocket.
"You can't comprehend the hate-" Snape had continued, until he noticed her reaching into the pocket. He gave her hair a twist, she cried out, and he laughed. "I'm not stupid, even if I was drunk, dearest. You left your wand over on the side table by the door. Not very convenient, if you need to protect yourself."
But she found her prize and pulled it-a small canister-out.
At this Snape scoffed. The next second he howled, gagging, furiously wiping his stinging eyes as she shot him squarely in the face with pepper spray. He rolled off the lounge in agony.
"Those Muggles come up with the most amazing stuff!" screamed Celeste. "You prick! I'm getting Dumbledore down here right now!"
Her threat was made less by the fact she didn't trust her legs to carry her to the door. She watched Snape twist from pain on the floor, moaning, for a minute or two before she stood shakily and carefully began her way across the room.
The few minutes she sat, however, gave Snape enough time to whisper half a Cooling Charm on his own face. Although the burning was still present, it wasn't agonizing enough to stop him from bellowing, "No you don't!" and grabbing her robe, tripping her.
Celeste fell and only barely caught herself from slamming into the stone floor. The impact reverberated through her, knocking the wind from her.
As she lay in a heap, attempting to return to normal breathing, Snape crawled next to her. He kept a hand on her while he did, even though she was incapable of retaliating.
Reaching her head, he forced her to her back and sneered down on her. Celeste made an effort to struggle away. He laughed aloud and pinned her arms above her head and her thrashing legs with his own.
The look on his face was indescribable; on top of the rage etched in his features the pepper spray bloodshot his eyes and caused his nose to run. He didn't seem to notice.
"Severus-Severus, stop this," Celeste begged. She was only vaguely aware she was weeping.
"Severus?" he challenged. "Whatever happened to Big Bad? Too scary now that it's true, I think."
"Why are you doing this?!"
He ignored her question. "Once a Death Eater, always a Death Eater. Everyone knows that. Once you offer yourself to the Dark Lord, you become his. Body and soul."
"That's not true!" she sobbed. "I don't believe it, Dumbledore didn't-"
Snape's hand cracked her face hard enough to split her lip. "Don't mention his name!" he screamed. His breath came in sharp pants.
For a second, the only sounds in the room were her uneven sobs. Snape glared at her through black eyes still smarting from the spray. When it became clear she wouldn't speak again, he smiled secretly as though a pleasant thought occurred to him.
The transformation in his face was terrifying. The unreasonable anger was replaced with calm. His eyes lost their blaze, although they were still unreadable. Celeste choked on her fear.
"Dearest," he cooed, "just what was your plan tonight, when I found you trespassing my private chambers?"
She swallowed. "I . . . I . . .."
He silenced her with a finger on her bloody mouth. "I believe I already know the answer. Hoping, perhaps, that we could recapture what we had so many years ago? To fall into each other's arms, cry together, end up in bed making passionate love throughout the night? Hmm?"
She didn't know how to answer, and so remained silent. Snape took his hand away from her lips and focussed on his bloody finger. "Well," he continued, still studying his digit, in that awful, composed tone, "we've fallen. We've-excuse me, you've-cried. Now I say we fuck."
He slipped the gore covered finger into his mouth in a parody of seductiveness.
Again Celeste fought and cursed him, even as he tore open her robes and his own. Somehow she discovered his wand in his robes; Snape squeezed her wrist and slammed her arm violently against the stones. The pain forced her to drop the wand and it skittered across the floor out of reach. Not only was her arm numb but her attempt earned another blow to the face.
Celeste slid into half-consciousness.
Vaguely she was aware of him. Her mind seemed disconnected from the rest of her, as if she were observing someone else instead of experiencing it. She watched Snape pause for a moment as he kneed open her bare legs, heard him mutter-
"Menstruating . . . that makes things more interesting, doesn't it, dearest?"
-felt the pressure of him on her, in her. At that moment even her mind turned away.
She drifted back as he finished. She felt dull and cold.
"Thank you so very much, Celeste," he was saying. "Now one more thing before I go."
Snape sat up and dug through the many pockets in his robe. In only a moment he found an empty small, stoppered bottle.
"Perk of being a potions' master," he informed her, again in a normal voice. "You always have supplies."
He leaned over her once more, and spread her thighs with a simple touch. She didn't see any point in resistance. She felt Snape's fingers ease into her, drawing out the wet discharge even as he continued his lecture.
"Can't let this go to waste. Menstrual blood and semen, mixed inside a woman's body. Very powerful ingredient and, as you can imagine, not very common."
Impassively she watched him scrape his fingers off into the bottle. He repeated the act until the tiny bottle was half full.
Snape came near her head again. "Again, dearest, thank you," he murmured, with a voice as gentle as a lover's. He lowered his head to her lips, and sucked the remaining dried blood from them. Celeste stared at him with semi-vacant eyes.
"You're mad," she managed to mouth.
Snape smiled at that. "For many years," he agreed. "For many, many years."
He left her in a heap on the cold stone floor.
Spiraling feelings of horror consumed Celeste. She was stunned, incapable of struggling.
"It might have been best to not have helped me sober up," Snape said conversationally even as he used her hair to pull her up on the chaise lounge with him. "Left on my own, I probably would have passed out without ever being able to articulate my fury. I'd have woken with a hangover and more guilt."
It was amazing, Celeste thought wildly, he keeps his voice so soft while he looks so savage.
"Quite possibly," he mused, "none of this would have transpired."
Frantically Celeste mentally explored her options. They were few. She fumbled with a robe pocket.
"You can't comprehend the hate-" Snape had continued, until he noticed her reaching into the pocket. He gave her hair a twist, she cried out, and he laughed. "I'm not stupid, even if I was drunk, dearest. You left your wand over on the side table by the door. Not very convenient, if you need to protect yourself."
But she found her prize and pulled it-a small canister-out.
At this Snape scoffed. The next second he howled, gagging, furiously wiping his stinging eyes as she shot him squarely in the face with pepper spray. He rolled off the lounge in agony.
"Those Muggles come up with the most amazing stuff!" screamed Celeste. "You prick! I'm getting Dumbledore down here right now!"
Her threat was made less by the fact she didn't trust her legs to carry her to the door. She watched Snape twist from pain on the floor, moaning, for a minute or two before she stood shakily and carefully began her way across the room.
The few minutes she sat, however, gave Snape enough time to whisper half a Cooling Charm on his own face. Although the burning was still present, it wasn't agonizing enough to stop him from bellowing, "No you don't!" and grabbing her robe, tripping her.
Celeste fell and only barely caught herself from slamming into the stone floor. The impact reverberated through her, knocking the wind from her.
As she lay in a heap, attempting to return to normal breathing, Snape crawled next to her. He kept a hand on her while he did, even though she was incapable of retaliating.
Reaching her head, he forced her to her back and sneered down on her. Celeste made an effort to struggle away. He laughed aloud and pinned her arms above her head and her thrashing legs with his own.
The look on his face was indescribable; on top of the rage etched in his features the pepper spray bloodshot his eyes and caused his nose to run. He didn't seem to notice.
"Severus-Severus, stop this," Celeste begged. She was only vaguely aware she was weeping.
"Severus?" he challenged. "Whatever happened to Big Bad? Too scary now that it's true, I think."
"Why are you doing this?!"
He ignored her question. "Once a Death Eater, always a Death Eater. Everyone knows that. Once you offer yourself to the Dark Lord, you become his. Body and soul."
"That's not true!" she sobbed. "I don't believe it, Dumbledore didn't-"
Snape's hand cracked her face hard enough to split her lip. "Don't mention his name!" he screamed. His breath came in sharp pants.
For a second, the only sounds in the room were her uneven sobs. Snape glared at her through black eyes still smarting from the spray. When it became clear she wouldn't speak again, he smiled secretly as though a pleasant thought occurred to him.
The transformation in his face was terrifying. The unreasonable anger was replaced with calm. His eyes lost their blaze, although they were still unreadable. Celeste choked on her fear.
"Dearest," he cooed, "just what was your plan tonight, when I found you trespassing my private chambers?"
She swallowed. "I . . . I . . .."
He silenced her with a finger on her bloody mouth. "I believe I already know the answer. Hoping, perhaps, that we could recapture what we had so many years ago? To fall into each other's arms, cry together, end up in bed making passionate love throughout the night? Hmm?"
She didn't know how to answer, and so remained silent. Snape took his hand away from her lips and focussed on his bloody finger. "Well," he continued, still studying his digit, in that awful, composed tone, "we've fallen. We've-excuse me, you've-cried. Now I say we fuck."
He slipped the gore covered finger into his mouth in a parody of seductiveness.
Again Celeste fought and cursed him, even as he tore open her robes and his own. Somehow she discovered his wand in his robes; Snape squeezed her wrist and slammed her arm violently against the stones. The pain forced her to drop the wand and it skittered across the floor out of reach. Not only was her arm numb but her attempt earned another blow to the face.
Celeste slid into half-consciousness.
Vaguely she was aware of him. Her mind seemed disconnected from the rest of her, as if she were observing someone else instead of experiencing it. She watched Snape pause for a moment as he kneed open her bare legs, heard him mutter-
"Menstruating . . . that makes things more interesting, doesn't it, dearest?"
-felt the pressure of him on her, in her. At that moment even her mind turned away.
She drifted back as he finished. She felt dull and cold.
"Thank you so very much, Celeste," he was saying. "Now one more thing before I go."
Snape sat up and dug through the many pockets in his robe. In only a moment he found an empty small, stoppered bottle.
"Perk of being a potions' master," he informed her, again in a normal voice. "You always have supplies."
He leaned over her once more, and spread her thighs with a simple touch. She didn't see any point in resistance. She felt Snape's fingers ease into her, drawing out the wet discharge even as he continued his lecture.
"Can't let this go to waste. Menstrual blood and semen, mixed inside a woman's body. Very powerful ingredient and, as you can imagine, not very common."
Impassively she watched him scrape his fingers off into the bottle. He repeated the act until the tiny bottle was half full.
Snape came near her head again. "Again, dearest, thank you," he murmured, with a voice as gentle as a lover's. He lowered his head to her lips, and sucked the remaining dried blood from them. Celeste stared at him with semi-vacant eyes.
"You're mad," she managed to mouth.
Snape smiled at that. "For many years," he agreed. "For many, many years."
He left her in a heap on the cold stone floor.