A/N: It's been a while since I've updated, so I'm just going to leave this tiny little update I guess. I'm not very good at this kind of chapter, but I gave it a try. I hope you enjoy it.
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Avonlea spent a few more days with Snape in constant companionship. Each day, she felt herself growing closer to the man and bolder in conversation with him. She'd kiss him on the cheek when they'd part for the night, though he did stay over one more night on the couch with her in his arms again. Her bloodthirst was starting to take stronger hold on her and her blood rations were starting to come in everyday now, in larger quantities which she knew concerned both McGonagall and her fated mate.
"I wanted to become a professional Quidditch player when I was younger like Carissa does now," Avonlea told Snape as they walked down the hall to her common room one night. "But you know I tried out for the Quidditch team years ago."
"I do remember you hit someone in the nose with your broom," Snape recalled, watching her. "And broke it in a shower of blood."
Avonlea nodded. "So, I've changed my mind since then. I've decided that I want to work at Hogwarts as a Magical Creatures Professor," she announced quietly. "I like to work with the animals in the Forbidden Forest and McGonagall said that if I get high enough scores on my N.E.W.T.S, that she'll consider hiring me for the position."
Snape was silent, continuing to walk next to her with his cloak billowing behind him like a second shadow. Avonlea brushed her hair back away from her face and looked at him.
"I hope you're not thinking that I'm considering the position just because I want to be around you more," she said with a frown. "I mean, yeah, I want to be around you, but I know that you need your space. I just know that Hogwarts has been more of a home to me than the brothel has ever been and I love animals and the thought of teaching students about them."
"It's not that, Miss Raven," Snape said quietly, stopping.
"Then what is it?" Avonlea stopped walking and turned to face him.
"You're almost out of time," Snape told her. "And yet you're making all of these plans like you have a future that you can clearly see."
Avonlea frowned at him and put a hand to the side of her neck. "I have to, Snape. I have to convince myself that I do have a future or I'll sink into a state that you don't want to see me in. I don't want you to be around me if I get into that kind of state." She put a hand over her heart. "I want you to remember me the way that I am right now, if this is really going to be the end of my humanity." She reached out with her other hand and put it over his heart and felt it jump under her hand. "And I want to remember everything that you've done to give me the last few weeks of companionship that I needed."
The Veela-Halfling offered him a small smile and moved to pull her hand back away from him, but Snape caught hold of it. Avonlea looked up at him as he reached out and touched her face like he was seeing her for the first time. Her breath caught when she saw the look in his dark eyes.
"Snape," she began.
The dark professor pulled her to him and pressed his lips against hers. Avonlea's eyes widened in alarm and then she felt her body respond to him. She wrapped her arms around him, her fingers tangling themselves in his dark hair. Snape pressed her back against the wall and kissed her hungrily, ignoring the horrified and angry comments of the paintings that lined the walls around them.
Avonlea put one hand on his chest, her fingers grasping at the dark fabric of his shirt and pulled her face away so she could breathe. "Snape," she said breathlessly, looking up at him. "Are – are you sure?"
Snape's answer was to kiss her again, pressing his hard body flush against hers. Avonlea moaned softly and tapped his chest.
"We can't," she whispered against his lips. He pulled back a little to look at her in confusion. "Not here," she said to him, looking down the hall. "Someone will see…and talk."
Snape's dark eyes turned down the hall where the flames of torches flickered on the walls and his lips turned down in a frown. He grabbed Avonlea's hand and pulled her towards the painting that barred the way to her private common room. Impatiently telling the painting's dweller the password, Snape pulled Avonlea through the small doorway and the door swung shut behind them. The dark professor shed his dark cloak, throwing it carelessly to the side before turning to face Avonlea once more.
Avonlea was swept into his arms once more and her body pulled flush against his as his lips hungrily clashed against hers. The young Veela-Halfling wrapped her arms around him, pulling herself even closer to him and felt his tongue slide across her lips. She nipped at it before letting his tongue slide against hers in a dance that she was unfamiliar with.
Snape walked them over to the couch without parting and sat down, drawing her onto his lap so that her thighs straddled his. Avonlea tossed her hair over one shoulder and let his lips kiss her neck in a white-hot trail that left her moaning. Her hands tightened on his shoulders, her nails biting into the cloth as he bit down on her neck and soothed the burn with his tongue. His hands ran down her sides and found the hem of her t-shirt, hooking under it. Avonlea let him lift it off of her, but wrapped an arm around her chest when he looked at her, feeling heat race to her face. Snape touched her face with one hand and touched her arm with the other.
"Don't," he said gently. "Let me look at you, Avonlea."
The Veela-Halfling slowly lowered her arm and let the dark professor run his hand down the curve of her cheek, the slope of her neck, and down the gentle curve of her heaving chest that was barely hidden by her white lace bra. Her breath caught when Snape dipped his head and kissed the tops of her breasts and she felt his hand reach behind her back, undoing the clasp that held the bra in place. Avonlea's heart raced as Snape peeled away the bra and tossed it aside without looking away from her. His hands caressed her heavy breasts, fondling them and their rosy nipples until Avonlea moaned loudly and liquid heat pooled between her thighs. She gasped as he took one into his mouth, but arched her back into him as he sucked and nipped at her tender flesh.
"Ah," she gasped, feeling a strange sensation between her legs.
Snape chuckled as he pulled away from her breasts and touched her face again. Avonlea cupped his face between her hands and kissed him deeply. Her fingers trailed over his face and down his neck until they reached the first clasp on his shirt. On their own, they began to undo each clasp until the shirt opened to reveal the dark professor's fit chest. Avonlea ran her hands over his warm pale flesh and pushed his shirt off of him, wanting to touch every inch of him that she could. She tossed the shirt aside and pressed herself close to him as she kissed him again. That's when she became aware of the hardening lump pressing against her hip and gasped against his lips.
"Snape," she whispered as the professor turned them on the couch and lowered her onto her back.
Snape put one hand next to her, keeping most of his weight off of her as he loomed over her and passionately kissed her again. Avonlea's breathing came out in moans and surprised gasps as Snape continued to touch her in ways that she had never been touched and continued to disrobe them until neither of them were wearing anything. The Veela-Halfling glanced down at him and then back up, biting her bottom lip nervously. The dark professor touched her face once more as he moved one of her thighs to make space for him between them.
"Avonlea," he said in a gentle, but husky voice. "Look at me."
Avonlea looked up into his dark eyes and saw his hunger in them, but also something that she had been hoping to see for months now.
"I don't want to hurt you," Snape said, already touching her with his tip which had her drawing in a sharp breath. "So, I'll go slow…"
Avonlea bit her bottom lip again and nodded. Snape grabbed her hips and slowly thrust himself into her. Avonlea cried out as the man entered her, filling her and stretching her in a place that she had only dreamed about him touching. Snape paused only until the girl arched her hips against him, drawing more of him into her. She screamed when their hips touched completely and the dark professor slowly pulled out before thrusting in again. Slowly, Avonlea's cries turned into moans and quickened kittenish breaths. His name fell off of her lips as he moved in her and she reached out for him, her hands grasping at his back, nails scratching little lines into his flesh. Snape groaned and moved faster at her command, taking her over the edge as her walls shattered around him.
"Snape!" Avonlea moaned, fingers tightening on him as she rode out her first real climax. "Don't – don't stop…!"
The dark professor smirked and gripped her hips harder, thrusting faster and harder into the girl. "I wasn't…planning…on it…"
Avonlea's body arched against Snape as he took her over the edge again and again before her fangs decided to come out. Her eyes brightened and she rolled them over so that she was on top. Her hips moved against his as she rode him, her breasts bouncing slightly as she looked down at him. Snape's eyes stared up into hers even as her wings burst from her back and spread out above them.
"Snape," she whispered, pressing her hands over his chest, her fingers curling against his skin. "Do you promise to be my mate forever?"
"Yes," the professor said through his moans.
"Do you promise to be faithful and to always make love to me and only me?"
"Yes."
"Are you mine?"
"Yes."
Avonlea hesitated, though her hips continued to move against his. "Severus Snape, do you love me?"
The dark professor reached up and touched her face, running his thumb over her cheek and lips. "I do love you, Avonlea Raven."
Avonlea smiled and lowered her face to his neck. Her mouth opened slowly and she bit down, piercing his thin flesh with her fangs. The dark professor's body jerked slightly, but he wrapped a hand around her and tangled his fingers in her long blonde hair, kissing her cheek as she fed on his blood. Avonlea rocked her hips against his one more time as she sealed the wound with her tongue and felt her climax hit her, milking him of his release for the first time that night. Snape moaned loudly as she tossed her head back and screamed his name, her wings flaring as they rode out their climaxes.
Somewhere in the Hogwarts castle, a clock chimed twelve times. Avonlea's cries faded away as her bloodthirst eased. Her wings retreated into her back and she felt her fangs slide back into normal canines. Snape's blood still coated her tongue and lips as she slowly lifted herself off of him and fell to the side, her back touching the back of the couch. Snape cradled her body against his and pressed his lips to hers, ignoring the blood that covered her lips. Avonlea smiled up at him, placing her hand on his chest and closed her eyes, succumbing to the exhaustion that had suddenly overcome her as the Change hit her.
"Happy Birthday, Miss Raven," Snape whispered to her, wrapping his arms around her after charming a blanket over their bodies.
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A/N: I told you that it was a tiny update and that I wasn't that good at this kind of chapter. I'm not that great at lemons, but I do try to attempt them every now and then. Please leave a comment or two in the little box and I'll try to update when I can. Thanks! -Scarlet
