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A/N Well, here is part 6. Hope you like. Does anyone have any suggestions? If you review you could let me know, and maybe I'll put your idea in the story! If people review faster I'll post more chapters faster  Thanks

Part 6

"Severus…" Minerva panted. She reached her arm up and traced a line down his throat, her hand coming to grip his white collar. She began to whisper something so faint that Severus couldn't hear at all.

"Minerva?" He whispered. He leaned over her, lowering his head to just above hers, placing his ear just above her mouth.

"I want you, Severus," Minerva murmured huskily in his ear, taking this opportunity to slink her arms around his neck and run her hands through his dark hair. She kissed his ear passionately. Severus whimpered slightly, all the blood rushing to his groin.

"I want every part of you—your forehead…" she gasped, kissing his forehead.

"Your nose," she kissed his nose. "And your eyes, oh, your eyes, Severus, your beautiful, soulful, kind eyes," she moaned, softly kissing both his closed eyelids. She pressed her mouth up against his soft lips, massaging them fervently with her own. "Make love to me, Severus."

"No—Minerva, no…please, we can't do this," Severus's chest heaved. With much reluctance, he pushed her back against the mattress. He stared down at her, looking deeply into her eyes which were full of longing and desire. Oh, how he wanted to make love to her. He wanted to hold her in his arms and feel her soft body against his, and never let go of her. Because he wasn't lying before, he did love her.

But he couldn't take advantage of her like this. She didn't really love him—she was under a spell, and continuing would just hurt her, something he would never do.

"Minerva…" Severus hesitated. "I know you think you love me. But you're just under a spell, this isn't real.

"No!" Minerva cried, squirming under his hands which still held her arms. "It's not an illusion! I've loved you for so long, Severus. All this spell has done is allow me to open up my heart and tell you the truth. Please, let me go, let me…touch you."

Severus slowly released her arms, sitting upright on the bed beside her, sighing. Minerva sat up and slid towards him. She slid her arms around his middle slowly, and pulled herself forward so she was pressed flat against his back. She rested her chin on his shoulder.

"I know you want me," She murmured feverishly in his ear. I can feel it in your body, by touching you. I know you want to touch me, and I know…you love me."

He abruptly pulled out of her grasp, leaping from the bed. A shocked and hurt Minerva sat on the edge of the bed, tears rimming her green eyes. She felt a cold spot where his warm body had been. She folded her arms across her chest, shivering.

He stared down at her, his heart breaking. This most likely was hurting him more than it was hurting her. He knelt in front of her, prying apart her arms and took her hands in his, caressing them softly.

"Oh, Minerva, you're so cold," Severus gasped, warming her hands with his. He looked into her face and saw tears running down her cheeks. He couldn't take it anymore. He took her in his arms and held her close. "I'll tell you the truth. I love you. That's the truth—I'm not saying it just to make you feel better. I've been in love with you for years. But I know you don't feel the same way, which is why we can't act on our feelings."

Minerva let out a loud whimper, the last of the emotions she was capable of expressing, and laid her head against his shoulder. Severus placed a protective hand on the back of her head and smoothed her hair. "Shh, it's okay, just rest now."

Minerva wrapped her arms around him tightly. "Just hold me," she said, her voice weak. "Don't let go, please…" she pleaded, "Even after I'm asleep."

Severus nodded. "Yes, of course."

He crawled into bed and opened his arms. She crawled into them, allowing them to close around her and cradle her softly. He pulled an arm away briefly to pull the covers around them, quickly returning it to the warmth of her body.

Minerva lay there and inhaled his scent. Her face was nestled in the crook of his neck. She reached her arm out and found his hand, finding finally the warmth and love she needed.

A/N Well, let me know what you think. Thanks very much to Butterfly Wolf for your encouragement.