Chapter 5: Throes of Hate
{A/N: Enter the Bellatrix...I did say she was apart of the story}
Warning: Sexual Content Ahead (though not terribly graphic)
My thanks to all my reader and reviewers Enjoy-S.S
Undisclosed Location, Open plains...
Professor Severus Snape stood in the middle of an open field with the vast blackness of the night sky looming over him. The stars had not been visible with all the dark clouds making their way into view with the appearance fittingly like black smoke. The wind had been blowing causing The Potions Master's lank raven locks to sway as seamless as the tall grasses at his feet. His black cape had lifted and swayed with the direction of the wind. A look of impassive concentration had been on his face as he stood there waiting. In a matter of minutes a stream of black smoke twisted and plummeted to the ground blowing wind in the stoic Potion Master's face. The smoke dissipated and revealed the chaotic and disheveled form of Bellatrix LeStrange. Tattered revealing lace robes covered her body with a convenient lack of cover over her cleavage. Her pale figure fitted rather nicely as she sauntered up to the Potions Master.
"Well isn't this interesting?" she said glaring at him with heated dark eyes. She licked her dark lips and looked him over. Snape stood stoic as ever as she circled him like a vulture ready to dive at it's prey. "The half-blood is all alone without the dark lord or Lucius to protect him."
"Are you quite finished, Bella?" asked Snape unimpressed by her jeering.
"The Dark Lord should never placed his faith in such a spineless worm like you." she said bitterly. "Shouldn't you be rounded up like all the other useless Half-bloods and Mud-bloods?"
"Shouldn't you be finishing your stint in Azkaban?" replied Snape still unimpressed. "Everyone knows Rodolphus wouldn't touch you with a ten foot-pole...perhaps you'd have a shot with one of the dementors."
Bellatrix began to seethe. She advanced on Snape slapping him across the face with a well placed and quite affecting blow. Snape smirked despite the apparent pain and the red hand print on the side of his sallow pale cheek. Bellatrix glared at him, her dark eyes filled with absolute loathing. In a matter of seconds she threw herself at him and he caught her as their lips crashed against each other in a heated frenzy. Their breathing ragged as they fumbled with each other's less than spectacular clothing.
"Half-blood bastard." she said with lust in her voice.
"Pureblood whore." replied Snape in a husky tone.
"When is the dark lord going to kill you?" she asked still pressing her lips to his. "Don't you have a hole to slither into?"
"And when is Rodolphus going to kill you?" he asked returning her kiss with just as much ardor. "Somewhere there is a nice dark cell waiting for you."
"I hope you die." she said pulling his lean body flush with hers.
"You first." replied Snape pressing her harder against him.
The tangled death eaters fell to the ground amid the grasses of the abandoned open field. The brown grasses had been all around them but they did not seem to care in the least.
Snape waved his wand and Bellatrix's attire had disappeared revealing her pale exposed form in it's entirety. Her rather large breasts falling freely against his chest as they continued to maneuver in the grass. Bellatrix waved her wand and Snape's attire with the exception of his worn white boxer shorts vanished. He towered above her as their hate fueled ardor enveloped them.
"Snape." said Bellatrix running her lengthy black polished nails down his exposed back. Her clawing adding to the scars that already decorated his flesh.
"Bella." said Snape in a breathless whisper.
He positioned himself at an angle and fished through his boxers with one hand as he pressed his body to hers. She wrapped her legs around him in a bid to cut off any hopes of his escape. Not that he had any intention of doing so. The collective breathing had been ragged as they continued to maneuver together beneath the open sky surrounded by grasses.
"Soulless half-blood." said Bellatrix losing her ability to muster hateful comments in the wake of their actions.
"Pureblood cunt." said Snape darkly into her ear.
Bellatrix started writhing against him in heady anticipation. Snape looked down at her. Her pale face contorted in agony and her dark eyes flashed the only sure sign of the growing heat within. A smirk filed across his face as his own obsidian gaze reflected the intensity of her ardor. He pulled down the waistband in the front of his boxers and freed his engorged organ with a carefulness that could only be attributed to a man like him. He entered the vengeful witch in one hard and swift motion making sure that he caused her pain as he did. Bellatrix let out a howl and closed her eyes losing herself in the sweet agony of his action.
"Penny-less pauper." she said as she gripped him tighter.
The Potions Master let out a low guttural growl and began pounding into the wretched woman for all he was worth.
"Fucking evil harpy." he managed as the intensity of the act increased.
"Sentient corpse." replied Bellatrix a bit half-heartedly. It had been quite difficult to muster hatred for a man filling her long neglected body with absolute pleasure.
The Potions Master's face contorted as the heat over took him. The war of the wizarding world, Hogwarts, and the impending marriage to Miss Granger faded from his mind as he took out all his anger and frustration on the witch he hated with an ardor so strong it gave way to sexual tension. She responded defiantly lifting up to meet him halfway with a bit of roughness of her own.
"Contrite bitch." replied Snape remembering his vocabulary at last.
"Prostulant dog." replied Bellatrix.
They continued with their rough action for what seemed like hours before they both reached the end of their encounter.
"Hurry up and...DIE!" they both shouted at each other as they reached their end at the same time.
Snape growled as his body spasmed with his release and Bellatrix's body arched into his. The both of them struggled to breath as their act came to an end. Much to both of their disappointment but they had to get back to their respective lives after all. Bellatrix had lazily ran her hand along his pale backside squeezing him firmly as she smiled at him darkly. For his efforts the dour wizard had taken to biting her exposed breasts as he came back to his senses. The deranged witch moaned beneath him at the feel of his teeth slightly grazing her exposed flesh. In the interest of keeping with time, Snape let her go and tried to get a hold of himself.
"Fuck." he said after realizing just how spent he was in the wake of their activity.
"The best you'll ever get half-blood." replied Bellatrix with a smug expression.
Snape pulled away from the deranged witch adjusting his boxers as he picked his wand up off the ground. Bellatrix layed in the grass still enjoying the after effects of their activity. The rush of her release and that of The Potions Masters mixing as it ran down her leg. She licked her lips in a heated display staring up at the man who had just taken her over the edge.
Snape flicked his wand and his attire appeared on his body as it had before. He slicked back his sweat blasted raven hair and took one look at the erotic mess that lay before him that had been Bellatrix LeStrange.
"Must you make a spectical of yourself?" he asked annoyed.
"Isn't it past your curfew?" she asked not at all phased by his antics. "My won't Dumbledore be upset that his favorite pet hasn't returned home."
"Sod off Bella." replied Snape becoming irate. "Don't you have snake peelings to tend to?"
She had apparently regained her venom after her mind cleared.
"I loathe you insolent half-blood peasant." she replied with her eyes moving swiftly from his sallow pale face to his ebony clad groin. "But that magnificent wand of yours is welcome by me any time."
Snape seemed to ignore her comment. His mind was busy processing what must happen in the days to come. Bellatrix would surely be upset to know that he was to be wed and she definitely wouldn't take it well if she knew the bride had been Muggle-Born.
"Try not to die without me having the pleasure of witnessing it." he said by way of parting and stepped away from the witch taking off in a cloud of thick black smoke.
Bellatrix looked after him with a smug smirk on her face. She had taken quite a liking to the dour man but there was no reason for anyone else to know of this. She lazily picked up her wand and flicked it over her body summoning her attire. She had been fully dressed but had not taken the time to cast a cleansing charm on herself. Taking the time to enjoy the lingering scandalous scent of their activity and his natural scent of herbs a little while longer.
The only wizard in the world who could put an actual smile on the derange woman's face had just left in a cloud of smoke. Bellatrix sighed and prepared herself to go back to the harsh reality of her day to day. War was a very aggravating and demanding business. The Dark Lord was as petulant as a two year old child if he had no one to boss around. In seconds the witch had taken off in her own cloud of smoke, the memory of her blissful afternoon still lingering in the dark corners of her mind.
The Corridor, Hogwarts...
Snape had arrived late as he crossed the grounds with purpose. He had taken it upon himself to cast a cleansing charm himself before he reached the castle knowing the old man would find some way to intrude upon his personal time. As he headed down the corridor at a brisk pace his ebony robes billowing behind him. He had not gotten far when he heard a familiar voice call out to him.
"Severus." it said.
The Potions Professor turned around to see the source standing behind him. He wasn't surprised to find that it had been none other than Albus Dumbledore. His blue eyes trained on the younger wizard with that familiar and utterly sickening twinkle behind his eyes. Snape tried to steel himself against Bellatrix's comment that rang out in his mind.
{"My won't Dumbledore be upset that his favorite pet hasn't returned home."}
"Headmaster." said Snape acknowledging his presence.
"It appears that we will be moving things along sooner than expected." said Dumbledore.
Snape narrowed his eyes at the older wizard clad in light blue robes.
"What?" he asked.
"You and your betrothed shall be wed this coming Monday." said Dumbledore. "Be sure and tell that to Lucius the next time you see him."
Snape was enraged but did a good job of keeping it hidden.
"Fine." he replied not hiding the bitterness in his tone.
"Good." said Dumbledore with a pleasant smile. "I trust that all is well with Bellatrix."
Snape glared at The Headmaster.
"I beg your pardon." he said.
"I simply asked you if all was well with Bellatrix." replied Dumbledore. "An open field is not a place of romantic entanglements."
Snape wasn't at all surprised that Dumbledore had known about this. It was probably one of the reasons the old bastard wanted to move the wedding up.
"As you well know...I am the furthest thing from romantic." he said with as much venom as he could muster. "For Bellatrix's part she comes in handy from time to time."
Dumbledore nodded.
"Get some sleep Severus." he said pleasantly placing a hand on the younger wizard's shoulder. "You've got a big day, Monday."
Resisting the urge to hex the old wizard.
"Headmaster." said Snape by way of parting.
When the old wizard took his leave Snape ventured to his private quarters as soon as possible. He needed a drink and to clear his mind of all the images of himself hexing Dumbledore until the end of time. It wasn't enough to control nearly every faucet of his life by having him marry Hermione but for him to spy on him while he was out. To make matters worse the old bastard decreed that he'd be getting married in two days. The dour man collapsed in his armchair watching the flames in his fireplace. This was definitely not going to be a good week for him.