Chapter 1

The only source of light in the room was the silver glitter shed by the moon. It cast an ethereal glow on the cloaked figure gliding through the infirmary. It comes down to this, he thought. I survived two wars, seven years of Longbottom, the Dark Lord never infiltrated Hogwarts and yet now that it's all over I get cut down by some lackey under Dumbledor's nose.

His first instinct was to reach for his wand. Followed closely on that instinct was the realization of how vulnerable he really was. Sure, he had is wand but it wouldn't do him any good. When the Dark Lord was struck down so many things became apparent. The dark mark wasn't just a means of punishment or summons. No, it was a direct link for the Dark Lord to drain his loyal follower's magical power. As he was vanquished once and for all by The-Boy-Who-Lives-Over-and-Over he sucked all the magic from anyone with his mark. It was just salt in the wound to know that even with all of the Death Eaters power added to Voldemort the Potter brat was still stronger.

He pretended to be asleep trying to think of a way out of this situation. His physical wounds were healed but if he tried to run the cloaked figure would still have a wand up on him. The best he could hope for would be to catch them off guard. He was watching the figure through his lashes.

As the figure approached his bed and he tensed, ready to spring into action. Then he saw it. The wand already pointed at him. It was useless. He had tasted freedom, granted it was the life of a squib, but freedom none the less. He flinched as he heard the whisper of a spell. He was bound to the bed.

His face remained impassive as figure loomed over him and he saw the glint of metal. He felt a sting as his palm was sliced open. He still couldn't see his attackers face but he felt a finger sliding over the wound. He saw his blood glinting off the manicured hands as it rose towards the shrouded face. A female. He swore Bella was the only female Death Eater and he had watched her fall. In fact he cast the curse that ended her. He heard a soft pop and shuddered. She had tasted his blood.

She lifted her skirt and slid her wand up under. She was moving around for a moment and then he heard a small whimper. He would swear it was a Bella incarnate by that small action, but was more of a pain whimper. What the hell.

She slid the wand out from under her skirt. He could see the tip was wet. She slid her finger down the tip and brought it to his mouth. He turned his face away but she forced her finger into his mouth. His was repulsed but then he tasted blood. Blood!

Her wand slid into his hand and he could hear her whispering. Then he felt it, the tingle of magic. He hadn't felt magic in a week. It was amazing. He could feel it filling the place left empty inside of him. Expanding into all the voids left in the aftermath of last week's battle. It was twisting, tingling and suddenly very tight. It was filling him more then his own magic ever had.

Her breathing quickened and he could feel her tremble slightly when she slowly slid her hand away from his, down his arm. She whispered to him, "Please don't fight me, I have to finish the spell." He started; it hadn't occurred to him that with his power back he now had the means to be unbound.

She slid up next to him on the bed, running her hands lightly over him. He tried to keep his breathing natural but it hitched when she ran her hands lower on his stomach. It was exhilarating to go from fear to arousal so quickly. Obviously she was not going to hurt him. She wouldn't have given him his power back. Not just his power, more power.

Her hands smoothed over his groin. He had been responding slowly, but at that touch he was completely ready. He felt her tense as she noticed.

When she scooted off the bed to stand up he nearly panicked. He couldn't hold in the whimper at the loss of her touch. She turned around to look at him as she pulled her long skirt off. All he could see was from her midriff down. In the moon light there was the sparkle of a jewel at her belly button. She had a slightly rounded, womanly stomach. She was obviously young.

He watched as she climbed back onto the bed. Merlin, he'd never been so aroused. She straddled him. The final piece explaining the blood came together in his mind he heard her take a deep breath. He could feel her shaking from the pain. Her wand tip was so small it hadn't done much to prepare her for him.

He felt for her. This was all for him. This was doing nothing for her, but obviously had to be done to complete the spell. Having tasted his magic he couldn't give it up again. Maybe he could make it bearable for her.

He crooned to her in a whisper, "Shhhh, shhhhh. Please untie me. You have my wizards oath I won't try to see your face. Let me try to make this bearable for you."

She stilled at his words. Then he watched as she reached for her wand. One flick and his hands were free. As he moved he felt the sting of the cut. She cursed lightly and flicked her wand at his palm. The cut and blood were gone. He reached down and slowly slid his hands up her legs. He rubbed gently to help her relax.

He could feel her body start to relax while they finished up the final step of the spell. She let out a breathy, "Severus," right before he joined her over the edge.

Authors note

This is my first try. I have no idea what I'm doing and I have no beta.