A/N- Oh man! Why did I ever take French? I mean the lower levels were fine, level two was mediocre, and now that I'm in level four…I just need to stop. You'd think that after taking French my entire life I'd know something, but my brain has completely blanked, the only reason I'm passing is because my best friend lets me cheat off hers, right now I'm in keyboarding and am pretending to "work" so anyone against "work" can leave now. Since I'm in class I decided to type up the next chapter, I don't know if it will get better, I don't know if it will get worse, I love Raven, she's just sooo…I don't know, but a relationship is going to build between her and Sirius, but not till next chapter. Thanks for the reviews and Goddess bless.

-Chapter Five: Dangerous-

Raven stared at Snape in shock, "What?" her usually hard voice reduced to a panicked hush, Snape gave her a dashingly evil smile and leaned over to whisper huskily into her ear: "Mrs. Snape, after last night, do really think either of us would find a divorce plausible?" Raven struck out at him, her hand flying up to meet his face, he deflected the movement, her claret eyes glaring up at him, held a fury that once unleashed- could destroy the universe. Dumbledore cleared his throat, interrupting the beckoning feud, "Raven, niece, I think you and Serverus need to discuss this in private." Raven glared at her uncle. If he hadn't gotten her into this mess…. You agreed, taunted the dirty, little, malevolent voice that was her conscience. "Alright," she snapped, "we will…discuss this later." the blazing gleam in her eye was not missed by Dumbledore, "Raven, what are you planning?" instead of answering she skipped from the room, Serverus gave a slight sigh, and followed Raven down into the dungeons.

"Unchain me now!" Raven yowled, yanking on the chain Serverus had fastened to her wrist, which was in turn fastened to the bed, leaving blue-green welts embedded to her skin, "Only if you promise not to run off again." tossing a great length of chain his direction, Raven continued to yowl, her red eyes filled with hatred and her wrists beginning to bleed, Snape noticed this and approached her, noting the discoloration, he gingerly pulled the on the chain till she was pressed against his chest, his eyes furrowed in anger. "Why didn't you tell me you were allergic to nickel?" her head lolled forward to rest against his chest, her voice hushed, "And give away a weakness! I couldn't, sorry." he undid the chain and held her arms as he searched the room for a salve. "Do you see what happens when you ignore things?" his voice was a frightening growl, "You could've been poisoned…I won't chain you anymore."

"Will you give back my wand?" he smiled coolly, but not as coldly as before, "I'm not that naïve, Raven, if you were to get your wand, you'd hex me into a million pieces, it would be a very sad thing to be discarded before our little…pleasures were finished." she went for her wand and Serverus bellowed: "Petrificus Totalus!" Raven's body locked up and she fell with a thump to the floor, her eyes blazing with anger. "Raven," he tsk tsked her, "you are a very naughty girl." he began to circle her, not noticing that her body was slowly beginning to twitch, breaking the spell ever so slowly…she after all, could fight things like this. Serverus continued to pace around her, "Raven, I don't think you fully understand what I'm offering you," he stood above her, bearing down on her in bittersweet triumph…then Raven jumped up, grabbed his wand, and scurried backwards, the wand pointed at his chest.

"I'll do it; I swear I'll kill you!" Serverus sneered and drew closer, "Raven, your bravado outdoes you, give me the wand," he held out his hand, Raven backed to the door, "Raven, give me my wand." she made a mad dash and soon Serverus was upon her; she was pinned to the ground, her wand arm outstretched in front of her, Serverus growling menacingly in her ear: "Did I, or did I not, tell you to give me my wand?" Raven gasped, his full weight overbearing, "Get off me!" she screamed, kicking out. Snape snarled and pulled her arm back, the angle awkward and painful, "Give me my wand." his voice had yet to change from it's cool melodramatic drawl, "You bastard! Get off of me!" Serverus pulled Raven's hair back, "Give me my wand and I promise you can come and go as you please, now give me my wand." Raven's grip on the thin, wooden instrument loosed and she was suddenly yanked into the air, being pulled with sudden force to the foreboding bed.

Raven started clawing at him, her nails coming back with bits of cloth and flesh, she wouldn't let this happen again, she wouldn't…she couldn't. if it did her will would break and she would become his….utterly his, she refused to be his, she would belong to no man, she would belong to no one…then she realized; she did belong to something, she belonged to The Agency. She struck out at him, screamed her refusal, and did everything in her power to escape him…to no avail; needless to say, the bed that night was a battle field.

-Six months later-

Raven had yet to discover if she hated her new body or liked it. She was pregnant, the new curves her future child brought with it had given her shape in areas that had never held value to her before…. she still hated her husband, their relationship held no trust, no love, no gentle midnight talks; it was purely sexual. A wanton smile creased her lips and she brushed the thought away, just the previous night, Serverus had introduced a new way for them to enjoy carnal delights without completely uncomforting her. He was very, very good at being bad, Raven noted, almost to the point of perfection, but Raven didn't think much on his personality…if she thought of him at all she thought of his hands. Long, slender hands, well-made and strong, the hands of an artist…he had hands like that for a reason, his reason was potions, potions and exquisite, if not raunchy, sex. Raven let a laugh seep out, causing several students that had been spell casting, to look her way.

"Professor Tu-Snape…" She watched Harry stumble over her new name, "Are you alright?" Raven smiled naughtily at him, and watched a blush creep up his neck- oh what a lecher she'd become! "No, Harry, I was just thinking, teachers do tend to think," she thought of an earlier event, grumbling softly: "Though some not as much as others." Draco Malfoy, 'The Slytherin King', was in a deep conversation with Messieurs Crabbe and Goyle, they nodded shortly every time they understood a word and then sat staring at him, Raven came up behind the blond boy, catching the conversation.

"…well he's obviously banging her. I can't honestly say that I wouldn't," the larger of the two oafs at Draco's side gaffed at this, "You really would, Draco?"

"Of course, even bloated with a baby she's the most desirable woman I've ever seen." Raven decided that now would be a good time to end the conversation, "Is that so, Mister Malfoy? Then without any disrespect intended, you need to get out more." he blushed a crimson scarlet and then fled to a corner with his lackeys, continuing his work away from Raven's prying ears.

Class ended and Raven felt…she felt good. For the first time in sixteen years she felt completely at peace, maybe she was starting to fall for her husband? Maybe he was starting to grow on her just a little? Maybe the pregnancy was starting to drive her out of her mind! She stepped into the fireplace and used Floo to get herself to Grimmauld Place, she had a date of Wizard Chest with her new favorite person, a said Sirius Black.

A/N- How is it? I need my muse back...