Chapter Eighteen

Making Up(part one)

When Severus woke the next morning he rolled over and noticed the empty hole where Jasmine usually lay. He sighed and sat up stiffly. Running a hand through his hair and over his face he heard the door to the bedchambers open and didn't even look up.

"Serves you right." grunted Pomfrey moving over to the edge of the bed and took out her wand. "Bought time she left your sorry arse." She nodded and Severus picked his head up.

"So it was real than?" He meet Poppy's eyes for the first time. She nodded and was about to say something when Severus stood from the bed and messily tried to bolt from the room. In doing so he managed to knock over a plant. He stopped before hitting the door. "Pants." he reminded himself. Staggering back into the room Severus pulled on a pair of black slacks and a black shirt.

"You're only going to hurt yourself more!" Poppy called after him. Severus opened the door and stepped out.

"If I loose her Poppy I'll die. My life wont be worth living!" He called as he staggered down the hall as fast as he could. Deciding to stop at her class room first Severus stopped outside a door and took a deep breath clenching his side. The curses had, had a very lethal effect on him. He composed himself and knocked on the door. It swung open with ease and Draco stood in front of him. Snape pushed passed him and up to my desk.

"What can I do for you Professor Snape?"I growled at him. This made the children look up. Harry was looking back and forth from me to Snape.

"I need to talk to you about last night." I blushed and realized that he was walking and had most of his color back. I stood laboriously, and moved around the desk.

"Well, now is hardly the time." I moved over to Hermione's desk and looked down at her paper. They were all writing essays on the history of dance.

"Jasmine." I looked at him. "Are you really..." He sighed and nodded toward my stomach.

"Of course I am you dolt. Now out of my classroom." There was a sharp intake of breath in the classroom and I smiled. Severus turned defeated and left the room.

As I sat in my arm chair in front of the fire I heard my door open and shut softly. I rose from my chair and stopped dead in my tracks when I saw him standing there.

"Jasmine." He said taking a step forward. I made no move to get away from him. "I'm so sorry. There is nothing more I want than to be with you and our baby. I want to be a part of your life." He said and I felt tears of happiness threatening to spill but I wouldn't let on that I was that touched. The man before me appeared so much different to the one I had seen laying weak and stubborn on his bed only the day before. He looked vulnerable, confused, and helpless. I felt butterflies in my stomach as Snape loomed closer. He closed his eyes and brushed his lips ever so slightly against mine. I closed my eyes but left my arms at my sides. His lips were thin and surprisingly soft, and remained pressed against my own. He made no move to part my lips or thrust his tongue between my lips. I knew Severus expected me shove him away, but I pressed back and wrapped an arm around his neck.

My heart was pounding in my chest and I couldn't seem to breathe. His mouth was warm, his lips soft and his pace exceedingly slow and delicate. I heard Snape gasp as my fingers entwined in his hair. I couldn't help myself, his hair had been so soft the first time that I wanted to feel it in my fingers again. Snape's own hands were roaming cautiously, his fingers running up and down my arms and if trying to keep me warm. I quivered in his arms and I wandered if it was caused by desire or because I was the slightest bit chilly?

Snape pulled away, glancing over me. I could see satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. I knew that my lips were swollen from his delicate kisses. For several moments we stood watching each other, out breathing laboured. Severus waited for me to breakdown or cry, but I did non of those things. I stepped forward my eyes not leaving his until they slipped closed and I pressed my mouth to his. This time the kiss was not nearly as gentle. It was full of need. I don't think either one of us could tell you whose tongue escaped into the other's mouth first, but soonwe were exploring. I could hear a voice with me shouting to stop, that this was the man who had said he had no reason to live, but the voice faded with each passing moment. I ran my fingers through his hair amazed at how soft it was, how silky. Snape moaned into my mouth as I massaged his scalp with my nails.

Before he could pull away, I unzipped the front of my robes so that theyopened to reveal the white shirt I swore beneath it. I took one of his hands and examined each of his long fingers with my own before I pressed his hand against my breast, letting him know it was okey to touch me. My nipple hardened the instant his palm pressed against the fabric that concealed it. Blood rushed to his groin and Snape hardened, obviously, in response. Snape lightly kissed my mouth, my cheek and then tilted my head to kiss the underside of my jaw. My soft gasp was nearly his undoing, and I knew it. My fingers continued to massage his scalp and my lips returned to his.

"Jasmine..." He whispered deeply into my mouth.

Him speaking my name caused a warmth to begin in the pit ofmy stomach and spread in all directions. He moved his fingers in slow circles around my nipple and soon I was breathing heavily. He gave my breast a tentative squeeze and I arched my back.

"Se-Severusss..."I moaned.

The sound of his name escaping from my lips in such a wanton way caused him to grow even harder. He pressed his thighs to mine and I gasped at the feel of him against me. Severus Snape wanted me, and I was willing to let him have me. I needed this; I needed him, and I wasn't about ready to let anything stop us. I could feel him hard and throbbing against my stomach, and it aroused me beyond reason. What scared me was how much I wanted him. I had just been mad at him not 20 minutes before and now in the span ofour time in this room, that had changed. His mouth left mine and he tilted my head back again to place kisses along my jaw and neck. He took my earlobe between his teeth and sucked gently. I pressed against his body in response, and it took all of Snape's will power to keep from thrusting me against the wall. I began to fumble with the buttons on his robes, my hands trembled.

"Far too many buttons..." I joked, my voice quivering.

"Indeed." his voice shook just as much as mine. He released my face to kiss my mouth, covered my hands with his, and in between kisses we undid each and every button from his neck to his navel. I helped him shrug off the robes, and watched it pool on the floor like black ink. I stopped for a moment, my head cocked to one side. "What is it?" Snape asked softly.

"It's so strange to see you in white." I admitted softly. I brushed my hand over the fabric, feeling the warmth radiate from his skin. Snape shivered despite the warm temperature of the room.

"We will have to fix that problem." he began to undo each button. I didn't take my eyes off his hands as they worked. Mesmerized, I removed my jumper and let it drop to the floor without thought. As Snape reached the last button, I moved one hand forward and pushed the fabric aside from his neck and collar bone. I slid my hand between the fabric and his skin, and snape closed his eyes as I slowly explored. His skin was warm and smooth, except for some small sections of raised skin, which I assumed were scars. I felt very little hair between his pectorals as I pushed the fabric away from him, and the white shirt feel atop the black robes, leaving him bare from the waist up.

Snape watched the fire that had been in my eyes die away. He looked down at the ground a little concerned. Meeting my eyes once again he saw sadness and concern in them. I brought my hand to his abdomen and traced over the scars that littered his upper body.

"I... I had no idea there would be so many..." I whispered softly. Snape in haled, breathing in my scent of Lavender. He rolled my words around in his mind as I continued to trace each of his scars with my fingers.

"Leave them," He told me softly, and he reached for the hem of my shirt. He pulled it up and I raised my arms so he could draw it over my head. I had always been thin, but I looked to have lost even more weight this year. I was constantly worrying, just as Severus was always worrying about his future and the future of Albus and the school.

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