It was raining heavily at Spinner's End. The heavens seemed to be crying as if mourning a great loss. The houses in Spinner's End that always looked in a shambles now looked like soggy mounds of earth. The trees had bent and drooped against the gales. There was no other sound in Spinner's End other than the sound of the rain on the pavement and sodden houses and the wind blowing through the trees. Then there was a small pop that was barely heard over the rain and two figures seem to stumble out of thin air. The taller of the two seemed to be dragging the other as they moved toward the last house on the street. After some wrestling to get the door open, the two disappeared in the dark house.
"Up stairs." Growled the tall figure, his voice anxious a dark.
He waved his wand and a bookshelf scooted to the side to reveal a dark stairway leading up into a dark abyss. The smaller figure said nothing and slowly made his way up the stairs. His frame trembled and he swayed dangerously as if he might fall or faint. The taller figure kept a tight grip on his upper arm as he steered him in to a musty smelling bedroom. He left the smaller figure standing in the middle of the room and swept back to the door where he shut it and lit the tip of his wand. The pale rays light up the face of Severus Snape, his face damp with rain, his greasy black hair that usually hung in shining curtains around his face was now saturated and stringy. He turned to face the shivering boy that was standing in the middle of the room. The light of Snape's wand fell across the pale, wet face of Draco Malfoy. His usually sleek white blonde hair that was always slicked back was askew and some fell in his face. His blue-gray eyes were wide and full of fear, his breathing quick. The two stared at each other for a moment in a deafening silence. Finally the silence was broke by Draco.
"You bastard!" he spat at Snape, his voice shaking with emotion. "I could have done it! I would have! He told me to do it!"
"But you did not." Snape replied quietly.
"Because you and the others interfered!" Draco shouted his shaking becoming inevitable. "I was about to do it when you bloody bastards barged in and…!"
"Draco, stop." Snape snapped, pushing the boy down so he sat on a rickety bed. "What done is done. There is no use talking about what you could have done. What you should have."
Draco gapped staring up at Snape, the man who had stolen his glory.
"I hate you." He whispered darkly, causing Snape to twitch slightly. "I bloody hate you!"
Draco pushed himself to his feet and grabbed the front of Snape's robes in a manner that expressed he had no idea how he was going to take his revenge. Tears spilled over Draco's cheeks and on to Snape's robes. He shook in silence sobs but did not make any further attempts to flog Snape. Snape stared unblinkingly down at Draco, the memory of the boy's mother the night she had begged Snape to protect her son fluttering from the back of his mind.
"Draco." Came a harsh voice barely above a whisper from behind them.
Draco flinched and Snape whipped around with his wand raised. His expression softened and he lowered his wand as his eye fell on the fair features of Narcissa Malfoy. She was standing in the door way, one hand on the door handle the other holding tight to her lit wand. Her traveling cloak was drenched, but other than that, she seemed completely dry.
"Mother?" Draco whimpered as he peered around Snape. "Mother!"
Draco pushed past Snape and moved quickly toward his mother.
"Leave us." She said coldly, her eyes locked on Snape's.
"What?" Draco breathed, looking hurt as he stopped short in front of his mother.
"Now!" Narcissa snapped, bringing her eyes to her son.
Draco stared at his mother for a moment before nodding and ambling out of the room. Narcissa shut the door behind her son and waved her wand around it and mumbled incantations. A look of satisfaction crossed her face as she heard the door lock and glow faintly for a brief moment. She turned her gaze to Snape who was still standing near the bed, his hand down by his side. He watched her with an expression of mingled curiosity and anxiety. Narcissa cut across the room toward him, her long blonde hair flowing behind her. Her features softened and a shadow of a smile hit her lips as she stowed her wand in her cloak.
"Oh, Severus!" she breathed when she reached the darkly clad man before her.
Narcissa threw her arms around the surprised looking man and held him in a tight embrace.
"Thank you, Severus, thank you." She whispered in his ear.
Snape hesitated a moment. He slowly wrapped his arms loosely around her slight frame. They held each other for a moment's time. Narcissa rubbed Snape's back affectionately, her head resting on his shoulder. Snape slid a hand down to her lower waist and held her closer to him. Narcissa lifted her head and turned her face to look into Snape's. They stared at each other, not loosening their grips on the other. Narcissa's cheek flushed as she gazed deep into the dark pools of Snape's eyes. Snape stroked Narcissa's hair, taking in the faint smell of paper whites and the smooth texture of her neck as his fingertips grazed it. He stared deep into her blue eyes and felt a heat rise under his skin. He wanted to turn away, but was finding it difficult to look at anything else. Narcissa's lips parted slightly and she tilted her head forward. Her lips brushed against Snape's. Snape's heart quickened as he watched her close her eyes and kiss his lips gently. He found himself opening his mouth beneath her kiss, found himself closing his own eyes and returning those sweet kisses. They held each other tighter, their kisses becoming more fevered and urgent. Their hands began to explore in dangerous places, articles of clothing falling to the floor.
The couple sprawled across the rickety bed in a tangle of limbs, the bed groaning under their weight. Snape did not understand why he felt like this. He had never wanted a woman more, even when it came to Lily. His heart pounded in his chest, blood rushing to forbidden places. Snape explored everything feminine about Narcissa. His hands felt the fullness of a pale breast, the smoothness of an inner thigh and the moist lips of femininity that hid behind pale curls. Narcissa's skin burned with desire. She bit her lip as his lips grazed her neck. She never felt like this with Lucius. In fact, she loathed the times they spent in intimacy. She had always thought that she would never want to be with a man physically again. She did not understand why suddenly she wanted all of this man, her son's teacher, and her husband's good friend… Narcissa slid her hands down Snape's back and over the slight curves of his posterior. She ran her fingertips down the contours of his hip and gripped the smooth pillar that was his shaft. He was larger than Lucius. Narcissa's cheeks flushed bright pink that went unnoticed in the dark. Snape braced himself over Narcissa, breathing heavily as he gazed down at her.
"Severus," she whispered, meeting his gave. "Please…"
Snape willingly obliged and pushed himself inside Narcissa.
Draco set on the steps with his back to the door he was told to exit. He was still shivering and hand lodged his hands into his underarms. He wanted to know why his mother wanted to be alone with Snape. He wondered if they were just staring at each other because he could to hear the soft mumble of conversation. He could not hear anything. But he dared not move from where he sat. He was not only listening for his mother and Snape, but any other noise that might indicate that they were not the only three in the house. Draco's heart hammered in his chest and he closed his eyes, tired of watching his breath crystallized as it hit the air. He checked his watch shakily. His mother and Snape had been alone together a little over and hour.
Snape gripped the sheets as he drew near to his end. Sweat slid down his body and met with Narcissa's, which was wrapped around his. Her breath had become ragged and her kisses sloppy and dark. The muscles in Snape's back tensed and he attempted to pull out. Narcissa wrapped her legs tighter around his body and held him to her.
"Don't." she wheezed. "I want all of you."
"But…" Snape breathed in protest.
"Please… Severus!" Narcissa whined before kissing him.
Snape had no choice but to oblige. His body quacked and the couple moaned into each other's mouth as he met his end.
Draco stood up and turned as the door opened and his mother stalked out. She looked tired and was walking as if she had just gotten off a rather long train ride. She smiled at her son and threw her arms around him. Draco broke into desperate sobs as he clung to his mother. Snape walked slowly out of the room looking slightly dazed and guilty.
"SNAPE!" bellowed voice from behind the bookcase. "SISSY? DRACO"
Narcissa gave a soft cry as the bookcase was blown away and Bellatrix Lestrange and several other Death Eaters emerged on to the staircase. Snape swallowed, a dark shadow crossing his face and he stood straight as a grinning Bellatrix approached them.
"Let's go. The dark Lord wishes to see you." She sneered.
"All of us?" Narcissa asked shakily.
"Yes, now come on!" Bellatrix yelled, grabbing Draco's wrist and dragging him down the stairs.
Fenir Grayback sniffed the air, eyeing Snape who was watching Narcissa follow her son and sister down the stairs. A grin spread across his face as Snape walked by.
"All ways a bit adventurous, aren't you?" Fenir growled.
Snape cast him a dark look over his shoulder.