Chapter 85: When Tides Are At Their Lowest
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{"All in all...You're no good...You don't cry...Like you should...I'll be gone...When you fall...Your sad life...Says it all...So I'll find what lies beneath...Your sick twisted smile...As I lay underneath...Your cold jaded eyed...Now you turn the tide on me...'Cause you're so unkind...I will always be here...For the rest of my life..."} What Lies Beneath, Breaking Benjamin
Warning: Sexual Content ahead...
The Corridors, Hogwarts Castle, Scotland...
Phaeron found himself awakening to a darkened room with not a single Slytherin around. He had been more than a little groggy after the series of potions he had ingested to quell the pain in his injured arm and leg. The bruising would take time to heal even with the bones had mended The quality of the health potions were not as potent as when his father use to brew them. His mood had been somber and his body felt a bit more heavy than usual. He chalked it up to the exhaustion and consequent rest afterward. Taking a moment to compose himself, Phaeron made his way out of the common room and into the corridor. He attributed the lack of Slytherin presence in the dungeons to be due to it being supper time in the Great Hall. Phaeron himself had no desire to venture into the hall. His appetite understandably non-existent due to recent events. Not to mention the fact that he didn't want to give either Dumbledore or Potter the satisfaction of seeing him in such a depression induced state.
He had not been alone in the lengthy darkened halls for long when he found himself joined by Ursula Black, as she emerged from the shadows.
"You seem to be up and about." she said trying to make casual conversation.
"It certainly looks that way." replied Phaeron.
Ursula took him by the hand and led him into his father's quarters.
"I suppose now we have a little time to ourselves." she said stroking his ebony clad chest.
"Obviously." replied Phaeron not at all interested in small talk.
He made his way over toward his father's bed and sat down. His entire career as a Quidditch player was truly over thanks to Dumbledore's efforts and Potter's stupid jockeying. Quidditch was the one area of expertise where he had been himself, no longer having the burden of his father's legacy on his shoulders he could make a name for himself. While he had a good deal of respect and admiration for Severus Snape, and emulated him often when he felt the mood, there was still the need to prove himself in his own way to the wizarding world, and of course to his father in general.
Ursula made her way over toward the depressed young wizard. She ran her fingers through his raven hair as he leaned his head against her belly. She had not been much on sentiment, and of course but she did her best to let her boyfriend know she supported him. After taking a few moments, the young Slytherin witch pushed Phaeron back onto the bed. He didn't put up much of a fight as his obsidian eyes met her cold dark brown gaze. Her unruly hair and supple cheeks had taken on an enchanting aura.
The young raven haired Slytherin's breath became ragged as she climbed onto him straddling his ebony clad waist. Her ruby red lips pressed into his pale ones in a heated exchange. Phaeron saw no reason to fight his fast rising emotions as they overwhelmed him. He gripped Ursula about the waist his long pale fingers digging into her flesh, a sure sign of his desperation.
A soft moan escaped from the lips of the young Slytherin witch as she rocked back onto his body.
It wasn't long before both Phaeron and Ursula found themselves naked in the center of Severus Snape's bed surrounded by books and darkness. Phaeron had never gone this far with any witch before and as close as he had gotten to this with Ursula ended before they could no longer contain themselves. As desperate as he was for the blatant affections she had been giving him in his current depressed state, Phaeron merely allowed her to have her way.
"Urs." said Phaeron feeling the intense heat of her naked body against his own pale form.
"Phaeron..." she moaned sliding her warmth along his sizable pale cock.
He had been built like his father in much more than his outward appearance as it seemed. In that moment she had taken something from him that he could never have gotten back. The sensation of her warm slender body enveloping him was more than enough for him to stand. He began to thrust into his long time girlfriend, a title that had a hollow meaning to him before this night.
Ursula smirked as she continued to have her way with the young son of Severus Snape in the center of his own bed.
Lost in the sensations Ursula had been creating Phaeron had been helpless to her antics. His low animalistic grunts filled the silent room ringing out as often as her series of pleasure filled moans.
Phaeron had been so busy struggling with his impending release that he had not heard the whispered words fall from Ursula's ruby red lips as she clung to him, her fingernails digging into his thin pale chest. In an instant everything had changed, his vision blurred and his breath became increasingly more ragged.
"Do you enjoy having your freakishly large cock inside me...half-blood?" asked Ursula continuing to impale herself on to the Slytherin wizard below her.
"Y-Yes." replied Phaeron in an emotionless tone.
"And what would you do to feel this again?" asked Ursula amid a deep moan.
"A-Anything." replied Phaeron feeling the intensity of his pleasure as a result of Ursula's antics.
"Who do you belong to?" asked the Slytherin witch increasing both the force of her movements and her pace.
"Y-You." replied Phaeron in the same emotionless tone.
"Good boy." replied Ursula with a smirk.
Phaeron had barely recovered from her brutal pace when she sent him over the edge. Feeling quite dizzy from the overwhelming tide of emotions coupled with sheer exhaustion, the raven haired Slytherin found himself falling unconscious. Ursula climbed off Phaeron and got dressed. She cast a quick cleansing spell over herself and Phaeron before spelling on his trousers.
She smirked as her dark eyes took in the out cold figure in the center of Snape's bed. Then without a word she took her leave of him. She had been ready to put her plan into action and this time Phaeron would be far from the center of it and as such could not be blamed for the actions she was about to take.
The Snape Residence, Muggle London, England...
Severus Snape awoke in the middle of the night. He had suddenly felt violently ill as he made his way to the loo. He found it strange that he barely had the strength to crawl out of bed and make it to the toilet before he began vomiting. The Potions Master had been covered in a sheet of sweat and his hands trembled. He had not understood how his body had suddenly become so weak. After emptying the contents of his stomach, Snape made his way toward the sitting room. It had still been dark and his legs felt heavier with each step. His head had begun to pound as he neared the sofa.
The explanation for this sudden case of symptoms had been lost in confusion.
Snape fumbled near the sofa until he reached his briefcase. His pale fingers unclasped the fastenings and he rooted around in it until he came across an inconspicuous small black phial. Taking a hurried breath, he unstopped it and drank down some of the contents. The trembling ceased and he seemed to get his breathing under control.
No sooner had he accomplished this, Hermione appeared peeking her head out the bedroom door.
"Severus?" she said confused. "Are you alright?"
Snape quickly tossed the phial into his briefcase and slammed it closed before tossing it to the other side of the sofa.
"I-I...yeah...I'm alright." said Snape noting his restored control over his body. "I'm better than alright."
He made his way over toward Hermione and pulled her into a passionate kiss.
"See?" he said pulling back.
Hermione looked at him for a moment.
"You're all sweaty?" she said.
"It was a bit hot in the bedroom." replied Snape smoothly.
"I heard you vomiting in the loo." said Hermione.
"Well that's to be expected with a certain someone being pregnant." he said in his own defense. "Surely you know by now that I am cursed with your bloody symptoms."
Hermione smirked.
"Must have been very difficult for you during the war." she said.
"You have no idea." replied Snape almost bitterly.
"Did you brush?" she asked suddenly noting that he had kissed her.
"Of course." replied Snape honestly.
"Well come back to bed." said Hermione taking him by the hand. "I seem to recall we have unfinished business."
"Indeed we do Mrs. Snape." he replied. "Quite a bit of it if I am not mistaken."
Snape smirked as she turned and lead him inside their bedroom by the hand. He had been pleased to avoid her round of questioning. The last thing he needed was for her to worry and given her condition it was a good call. He glanced back at his briefcase. Everything would be fine so long as he could by time. Time enough for her to have the baby...then...then she could be told the awful truth.