Despite the dreams that caused him emotional anxiety, and despite his new resolution to ask Medina about her past, Snape found an odd, pleasant anticipation in Miss de Muro's arrival for this evening's session. Severus opened the classroom door and left it ajar so that Medina would know he was inside, awaiting her entrance. The grate held bright flames and the oil lamps burned with a soft smokiness that discolored the ceiling above. At seven p.m., Medina crossed the classroom floor to find Professor Snape seated at his desk behind stacks of parchment and textbooks. "Good evening Professor," she offered quietly while taking her usual place at the worktable. "Good evening Medina," he returned. "I wasn't sure what to prepare for tonight Sir," she said. "But I did review as much of your past published research to familiarize myself with your work. You weren't specific in what we would concentrate on this evening, so I hope that my ignorance won't hinder us significantly." Pleased at her obvious effort to arrive prepared, Professor Snape said, "I highly doubt you will be any hindrance Medina." He continued, "But first, if you would allow it, I would like to ask you about something quite personal." Medina felt uncomfortable with this request since it was rather vague, but consented to the questioning with a quick nod of her head. Snape consciously fixed his features to convey as much compassion as possible and proceeded to address his question with quiet professionalism. "Medina … I am now aware of the historical facts associated with your grandfather's death." Pausing to ensure that she was still willing to continue the discussion, Severus said, "I assure you that I had no prior knowledge of the incidents surrounding your difficult past – I still lack that understanding." Again Medina said nothing, but remained intent upon holding the professor's gaze. "If you would be willing, I would like to know of the curse placed upon you that causes you so much suffering." Severus realized that his words evoked mingled feelings of sadness, compassion, and tenderness within himself; feelings so unfamiliar that it caused him to hesitate noticeably. "Professor," Medina replied, "I no longer believe that you were either involved or aware. Beyond that, I can see no reason why I should burden you with tales of things you cannot change." Seeing that he interpreted this statement as her telling him to mind his business, Medina continued softly, "Sir, I have no reservations about sharing this with you. To me it is nothing more than an immutable fact, albeit a somewhat embarrassing one." "Why embarrassing?" Snape asked. "Because the few who know the details respond with pity; it's the pity that embarrasses me." "Well," interjected Severus, "I cannot guarantee that I will respond differently, but I still submit that I would like to know your history if you are willing to share it with me."

Medina uncharacteristically took a seat upon the worktable surface, distancing herself from Professor Snape seated behind his desk. With an uncomfortable look that made Snape feel as if Medina found herself somehow tainted, Miss de Muro began to speak. "I am the recipient of a curse that affects, and will continue to affect, my most personal, emotional life." Careful to remain calm and contained, Medina continued, "Lord Voldemort ensured that I would be able to fall in love, but that no man would ever fall in love with me. There will be no white knight, no fairy tale wedding. I am to spend my entire life alone." Professor Snape circulated these words within his head, swallowing the reactionary guilt back down inside himself. He knew he had nothing to do with so cruel a punishment, but could not distance himself from his past relationship with the Dark Lord or the feelings he now had for Medina. It was then that he abruptly realized his dilemma had shifted from the need to obtain difficult, personal information from this young woman to a need, for her sake, to admit that he had fallen in love with her despite this curse. Interpreting his silence as disgust, Medina shifted to make her exit from the classroom. "Wait … please," said Severus gently. "I am struggling with how to respond to this." Again seeing Medina's incorrect interpretation of his words he quickly followed, "No Medina, not with what you've said, but with the fact that your statement is quite untrue." Realizing that he was failing miserably at trying to convey his genuine intentions, he paused when Medina interrupted. "Untrue?!" she said. "Not untrue. Unfortunate, inexcusable … but not untrue," she finished bitterly. Snape then unexpectedly began an uninhibited stream of personal confession. "Medina, I've been dreaming of you; dreaming of you in ways that a man my age should not be." Medina, intrigued by this first declaration, adjusted her position atop the worktable and simply said, "Continue." "The first time I tried your delectatio serum, I did not dictate the dream's outcome. Against my expectations, the following night this same dream repeated itself despite having taken no additional serum. That is when I approached you regarding the phenomenon and you said that perhaps it was because I had not premeditated the dream's content." Continuing to speak so as not to lose the nerve to conclude his thoughts, Severus said, "In an attempt to ward off an evening of insomnia, I specifically scripted an innocuous dream prior to taking the serum. Instead, I dreamt of the same scenario … one involving you." A look of shame washed over Medina's face, which Snape saw as his having divulged far too much. Following Severus' suit of misinterpretation, Medina realized that her appearance evoked a sense of remorse in the professor so she quickly interjected, "Professor, none of this is your fault … I'm solely to blame for your distress." Ashamedly Medina continued, "I'm afraid that my own indulgent actions have inadvertently engaged you. I had no idea that my use of the delectatio serum would consume you as well." "I don't understand Medina," Snape said, allowing Medina a moment to consider her next words; "I have been taking the serum after scripting my dreams; dreams involving a relationship with you." Obviously discomfited by this admission, Medina could look only at the worktable surface, clenching her hands in her lap. "I … am, in love with you," she said, then covered her face with her hands to strengthen her resolve to continue. "You've dreamt nothing of your own volition. You are guilty of no transgression – it is for me alone to feel guilt and embarrassment." The confession was more than she could bear while maintaining a passive guise. Medina began to lower herself from the worktable, turning her back toward Severus, hiding her tears. Only sounds of the burning lamps and crackling fire interrupted the room's stillness. It was then that Severus rose from his chair with a feeling of tenderness that he had never felt before.

"Medina … you are mistaken." Now standing behind her, a small distance between them, he said, "You are mistaken about the belief that your curse remains; mistaken about your influence over my dreams." She found that she could say nothing, still confused about what he was saying. Placing his hands on her arms, Severus said quietly, "My feelings for you may be reflected in these dreams, but that makes them no less genuine. I've struggled with this endlessly, but I am, without doubt, in love with you as well." "But," Medina interposed, "you can't possibly. No man can ever love me." Leaning close to her ear Severus whispered, "I cannot hope to understand what you've gone through in your life. Neither can I understand what transpires to make a man fall in love with a woman. But, I can assure you that I have." "Now," he continued lightly, "what to do about this situation … I have no idea." He gently turned Medina to face him and raised her chin with his hand. Her ice blue, tear-stained eyes were surprisingly backlight with a fire he had not seen there before. She then smiled and said, "In Majorca, there is nothing unusual about a relationship between people whose ages differ as ours do. Perhaps we should go there instead." Severus said nothing, but smiled and gathered Medina lovingly into his arms. "Would you settle for whipping up some headache potion instead, because I think we're both going to need some," she said amusingly with a smirk.

*

"Would you care for another brandy Severus?" asked the Headmaster. "No thank you Sir," Professor Snape replied, still cradling the empty snifter in his lap. "So, what are you going to do now?" Dumbledore continued with a modestly concerned look. Shaking his head in reply, Severus said nothing. "You know," interjected Albus, "this is not a crime. What you're feeling is not a crime." "Then why does it feel like one?" Severus replied abjectly. "You've done nothing wrong Severus. If Miss de Muro were a Hogwarts' student or a child, we would be having a far different conversation. As it is, she is neither." Looking across the room into the Headmaster's eyes Professor Snape said, "Surely you're not condoning this." "Severus," the Headmaster continued, "you are an adult, Medina is an adult. The only objection I submit pertains to any … shall we say, non-academic interaction you may have during the remainder of the school year. Beyond that, I have no doubt that your discretion will prevail." This was to be the week of many shocks for Professor Snape. He never imagined the Headmaster's reception to be one of understanding; it would have been much simpler to be chastised and directed to quell any further interactions with Medina. "Have another brandy Severus. Believe me … this will find a favorable end." After pouring more amber liquor into Severus' glass, Professor Dumbledore returned to his own desk chair. "Don't forget … I did not have to orchestrate the resumption of your evening tutorials," the Headmaster said with a wink. Professor Snape had suspected all along that the forged letters exchanged between Medina and himself had been drafted and sent by Dumbledore, but he chose to say nothing in reply to this open admission and merely sip his warming brandy.

*

So as not to put Professor Snape in an uncomfortable position, Medina remained as stoic as possible when in his presence. She carried an air of professionalism and maturity that could in no way suggest that her Potions Master was the object of so many emotions, the subject of so many thoughts. She applied herself unrelentingly to her studies, fearful that if she ceased doing so and became distracted, someone other than Severus would discover the depth of her feelings for him. Tomorrow evening would be the first tutorial after having shared the secret of their mutual affection, and Medina was unsure about the reception she would receive. Still somewhat doubtful of Severus' sincerity, as she was unwilling to believe that any man could love her for fear of reinforcement of that truth, she composed herself with careful intention. Gathering her potions materials, Medina descended the stone staircase leading to Snape's dungeon classroom. She was comforted to find that he had once again left the classroom door ajar, flooding the corridor with the firelight from within. Tapping softly on the door, Medina entered. "Good Evening," she said quietly. Severus looked up from his writing and smiled. "Good Evening Mina." Registering that he'd used her more familiar name, Medina gladly took her place at the worktable, excitedly nervous about what would follow. Professor Snape rose from his chair and crossed the room to close the heavy wooden door. "Is the room warm enough for you?" he asked her unsteadily. "Oh yes, thank you. It's fine," she replied, still too anxious to look at the professor's face. Proceeding to take a seat across from Medina at the worktable, Severus said matter-of-factly, "Would you care to discuss our situation presently? Or would you prefer we pretend our relationship is purely academic awhile longer?" Not knowing whether it was the wording he chose or the tone with which he spoke, Medina found she could stifle neither a smile nor a brief giggle. "I'm sorry," she said. "I just didn't expect you to be so straightforward." "I think I owe you that much," Snape replied calmly. "No," she responded in kind, "I agree. You're right. I, uh … I'm just not sure how to begin." Straightening his wool tunic as well as his posture, Severus continued. "I know this is difficult for both of us. You've been forthcoming about the fact that no man has ever been in love with you before. And, I have never been genuinely in love with anyone before either." Clearing his throat he persisted, "I think that these truths, in and of themselves, put us on equal ground for discussion." Realizing that this method of speaking and the carefully chosen words were Professor Snape's way of plodding through a very uncomfortable situation; Medina smiled warmly and said, "Let me make this as simple as possible for you – I love you. I am in love with you; but, I recognize the difficulty of the circumstance and am willing to do whatever you feel necessary to protect your reputation, your self esteem, and the precious affection you claim to have for me." Once again taken aback by this young woman's ability to behave and express herself in a manner far more mature than most others twice her age, Severus sighed and said, "I would like nothing more than to share myself with you openly. But as you've so aptly said, we are, for the time being, in a difficult circumstance." Medina moved around the worktable to stand alongside Severus. Reaching out, she brushed his long black hair away from his brow and said, "No one will ever know of my feelings for you, except you. No one will ever know that you are the subject of my dreams, except you. No one will ever know that the only man I've ever loved is named Severus Snape, except you." Medina gently kissed his forehead and turned to leave the classroom when Severus reached for her hand and said, "You are a truly unique woman … Thank you."

*

Medina's self-imposed charade continued, with great effort, for the next few weeks; during which time she and Severus decided to suspend their evening tutorials. No one could know what it was like to suffer this way. Through her entire adult life, she carried the knowledge that she would spend that life alone. Now, she was forced to contain the elation that she was no longer subject to this cruel punishment. Several nights use of the delectatio serum allayed some of the frustration Medina experienced as a result of her separation from Professor Snape; but, she soon felt that these illusions were inadequate, knowing that they need not be.

The clock chimed ten p.m. when Severus noticed the quiet tap on his chamber door. He was sure that, this time, he was not dreaming and assumed that it must be one of his colleagues stopping by for any number of reasons. Once more wrapping himself with his cotton robe, Snape crossed the bedroom floor and entered the study to address his visitor. Severus opened the chamber door and was surprised to find no one there. He opened the door further and entered the corridor, looking both directions to see whether he was the intended victim of one of Peeves the Poltergeists' pranks. A cool breeze brushed the hair from his face; a noticeable smell of lilac lingered in the hallway. Accepting that this was just another one of the ancient castle's oddities, Snape turned to reenter his study. Although it was relatively early, the headache that served as Severus' constant companion begged for him to retire. He doused the lamps, but allowed the fire in the grate to eventually extinguish itself. Snape then climbed into his large, ebony wood bed, pulling the emerald curtains closed behind him. The unusual smell of lilac persisted within the enclosed space, and as he rolled toward the center of the bed, he was startled by a soft, methane-blue shimmer beneath the comforter next to him. "Good evening Severus," the unmistakable voice of Medina whispered. "What is this?!" Snape shouted, sitting bolt upright and distancing himself from the indistinct glow. "Shhhhh," the voice said, "do you want to wake the entire castle?!" Forcing his breathing to resume a more relaxed rhythm, he whispered, "Mina? … Mina, how is this possible?" The shimmering image, now taking a more defined shape, reached from beneath the comforter and stroked his face; strangely, there was no distinct feeling of physical touch, but rather one similar to that of contact with static electricity. "I couldn't contain myself tonight," Medina's voice explained quietly. "I just needed to be near you and I could think of no other way. I'm sorry." Once again amazed at this witch's abilities and the surprises she was capable of, Severus said, "Don't be sorry. I could not be more pleased to have you here … I was just startled by the way you've presented yourself. This is yet another new experience for me." Medina giggled and said, "I know. This is the first time I've tried this out and I wasn't sure how it would transpire." Still noticeably fascinated by her presence, Snape merely smiled and allowed her to continue. "I've spent the last three weeks developing a way to spend private time together without exposing myself to anyone other than you. I had to make sure that not even the castle ghosts could see me – you know how prone to gossip they are. I've guaranteed that you are the only person who can see and hear me; but, most unfortunately, this is the extent of my ability to interact with you." Finding no difficulty in understanding her inference, Severus grinned and said, "I too have missed spending time with you." "Well," she continued, "I'm not entirely sure how long I've got before the potion's effect wears off, but if it's alright with you, I'd like to stay until it does." With a comforting satisfaction, Severus went well into the early morning talking to this remarkable image of Medina before he blinked and found her gone. Snape stepped into the shower that morning to the realization that he had never felt this way, had never been this happy.

*

The delivery of another wax-sealed parchment from Madam Pince resulted in mixed emotions for Medina. The librarian's snide attitude, the one that always accompanied her passing of a message, was tempered by the repressed excitement Medina felt at the thought of receiving word from Professor Snape. "If you joined your classmates for meals occasionally, I would not have to act as your personal post owl," Madam Pince said with a glare. "Thank you Ma'am," was all that Medina would offer in reply as she took the note and placed it in the familiar knapsack at her feet. Making sure that the librarian returned to her desk within the unrestricted area of the stacks, Medina retrieved the parchment and opened it quickly.

Miss de Muro,

Your presence is requested on Saturday next to discuss your newly created potion. If you are unable to attend, please suggest an alternate date within your reply.

Professor S. Snape

Medina always found amusement in the way that Professor Snape diligently tried to ensure that no correspondence between them could be interpreted as anything other than benign. She agreed completely that they could not risk interception of a suggestive message, but still smiled when she received one of his excessively bland correspondences. Penning a short reply confirming that she would indeed discuss her creation with him at the prescribed time, Medina gathered the notes she had taken while studying The Origins of Sulfurous Compounds in Potion Making, and made her way to the owlery.

*

Medina's traditional anticipation of the weekend was far different today. Not long ago, she routinely looked forward to the uninterrupted time she could spend buried in the library's restricted section, avoiding any interaction with other classmates or staff members. But, this Saturday she would get to see Professor Snape alone for the first time in more than a month. She spent most of the day in Hogsmeade Village, lazily window-shopping for nothing in particular; enjoying the excited feeling that resided in her stomach. Medina returned to the castle shortly before six that evening with a small stack of parcels wrapped in brown paper; each containing either something fragrant or made of fine silk. Preparing for the evening, she paid particular attention to how she looked – she knew nothing would happen between them, but still wanted the possibility to cross Severus' mind. Wearing a short, simple sapphire-colored skirt and ivory satin blouse, Medina left the dormitory and made her way down the familiar stone staircase to the dungeons below Ravenclaw tower.

Once again the partially opened classroom door welcomed Medina's arrival. She pushed the oaken door open further, entered the room, and secured the wrought latch behind her; the click of the iron lock announced Medina's presence to Professor Snape. "Hello Mina. I'm glad you could join me tonight," Snape said in an imperceptibly less reserved tone than usual. "So am I," she said brightly. "I think you'll enjoy running through this potion. It's a tricky one." Both of them trying a bit too hard to appear completely relaxed, Medina and Professor Snape took opposite sides of the worktable and began to arrange the potion-making supplies dictated by the parchment she'd laid between them. Surprisingly, they managed to time their glances such that the receiver was unaware of the sender's look, appearing only to unemotionally prepare their cauldrons and herbs. "This is going to sound strange," Medina said, "but I need you to hold down this chara animans while I slice off a piece. They always squirm and I end up cutting myself instead." Professor Snape put down the mortar within which he was crushing urchin spines and joined Medina on her side of the table. Placing his hands on either end of the wriggling root, Severus watched as Medina casually swept one side of her skirt back to reveal the sleeve secured to her thigh that held her wand and ornate silver knife. Medina took the knife, warm from residing next to her skin, and turned to slice the chara animans when she saw Severus' gaze lingering intently upon her. "I can't do this," he said looking into her eyes, "I'm sorry." "Can't do what?" Medina asked, now somewhat confused. "This," he answered distractedly. Afraid that she had done or said something inappropriate, Medina uttered sadly, "What have I done wrong … tell me and I promise to fix it." Moving away from their table and taking a seat next to the fireplace, Severus exhaled slowly and said, "You've done nothing wrong. I … I don't think I can be near you without wanting to be with you." Medina found a smile emerging on her face as she realized that she had done nothing to jeopardize their growing relationship. With the security of having locked the classroom door after entering this evening, Medina returned her knife to the worktable and followed Severus to the fireside. She knelt down on the Esfahan in front of the hearth and laid her head upon his lap, wrapping her arms around his waist in a picture of loving sincerity. Snape found himself stroking her silver hair, mesmerized by its reflection of the firelight. "How can pain and pleasure be so inseparable sometimes?" she asked in her oddly insightful way. Severus did not answer, but continued to stroke her hair, then her cheek. "Do you know that I physically ache being this close, yet unable to touch you?" she continued. Again saying nothing, but understanding completely, Severus stood up, taking Medina with him. He indulged himself in the sight of her and found that he too was aching to touch her. No longer wishing to maintain this distance, Medina encircled Severus' neck with her hands and kissed him passionately and deeply; he neither protested nor opposed her advance, returning the kiss with equal enthusiasm. A soft sigh escaped her as Severus traced the curve of her back, his hands beneath her blouse. 'This is infinitely better than what the delectatio delivers,' she thought. Severus inhaled sharply as Medina ran her hands beneath his robes, unbuttoning his tunic. Their heads swam with the excitement of sharing their feelings openly for the first time. It was only the sharp knock on the classroom door that jarred them from this wonderful exchange; trading their feelings of arousals for those of panic. Neither had to trade more than a fearful look before Medina rushed from the room and exited through the storeroom door. Professor Snape flew to his desk chair, smoothed his hair and covered his exposed chest with the robes he still wore. With a flick of his wand, the chamber door's lock clicked opened and Severus said, "Come in." With alarm he noticed Medina's knapsack lying on the worktable and quietly intoned "Accio;" spearing the bag as it flew across the room, depositing it quickly beneath his desk. "Professor McGonagall … good evening," he said in a raspy voice. "Good evening Severus. I'm sorry to bother you this evening but …," McGonagall hesitated abruptly. "Severus, are you alright? You look ill." "No Minerva," he offered with forced calmness, "I'm fine, why?" "For one thing," she continued with a look of suspicion, "your face is flushed, and it's far too cold in this room for you to be sweating." Snape quickly adapted and said, "Well Minerva, I have been a bit under-the-weather, but it's nothing to be concerned with. Now … what is it that you needed from me this evening?" Taking a seat across from Professor Snape's desk, Minerva assumed a less personable tone saying, "Professor Dumbledore will be spending the first two weeks in June at the Ministry. Normally, I would be available as Deputy Headmistress to cover his absence; however, I will also be away from the castle during that time and wanted to ensure that you could stand in as Headmaster." "Certainly Minerva," he answered coolly. "I would be happy to." Standing to return to the Headmaster's office with Professor Snape's acceptance Minerva said, "Very well then, I'll let Albus know. And thank you." "Goodnight Professor," said Snape. "Goodnight Severus. I hope you feel better soon."

*

Upon entering the classroom Monday morning, Professor Snape found a small scrap of parchment tucked beneath one of the textbooks stacked upon his desk that read:

Laga Negro – Isla del Norte – 24 Mayo – Mediodia

Knowing that Severus routinely administered himself conversum potion, Medina was confident that he would be able to read this request to meet her away from the castle. She knew the only way they could spend any time together without fear of discovery was to do so premeditatedly with protective charms in place. It was not as easy as she'd first thought, finding the right combination of meeting location, comforts, and assurance of privacy; but, Medina spent the same long hours within her library sanctuary now happily preparing for the coming Sunday afternoon when they could be together. Medina did not want to assume that Professor Snape would find her proposed meeting intriguing, but the thought of their walking and talking uninterrupted and without reproach would contentedly carry her through the remainder of the week. As Medina presumed, Professor Snape had no trouble reading her note; smiling at the thought that she had planned a meeting for them. He would not risk sending a reply, but there was no doubt he would make every effort to join her on Sunday.

*

Medina was up before the Sunday morning sun; the anticipation of the day forcing her to rise and wander about the Ravenclaw common room imagining every scenario that may evolve throughout the day. She was too excited to eat breakfast, but spent the time carefully selecting what she would wear, choosing her hairstyle, and what the contents of their picnic basket would be. The sunrise brought with it a glimpse of the fair weather they would enjoy, and Medina found she was unable to suppress the smile brought about by this realization. Medina made her way to the private passageway that facilitated access to the Great Hall service areas. She found the large still-life oil painting depicting a bowl of fruit which hung on the stone wall; tickling the pear within the bowl, Medina was permitted entry into the kitchens where a multitude of house elves worked to prepare the morning meal. "Good morning Miss," squeeked one of the elves, "would you like some tea and biscuits? Or perhaps a danish? Or would you like to try …." "No, no thank you," Medina interrupted, "I've come to ask a favor." A looked of inexpressible joy crossed the house elf's face. "Oh, anything Miss!" "Well," she continued, "I was hoping to prepare a picnic basket for this afternoon and I need your help in doing so." Rubbing his tiny hands together, the house elf added a look of determination to his happiness and said, "Yes, yes Miss! What would you like? Sandwiches or roasted game bird or meat pies or … how about all of them?!" Overwhelmed by the elf's desire to please, Medina said, "Can I ask your confidence regarding one of the staff?" "Why yes Miss, as long as it does not betray any secret," replied the elf proudly. "We house elves delight in keeping our guests' and masters' secrets!" Relieved to hear this, Medina said, "Excellent … can you tell me … what Professor Snape's favorite foods are?" Now smiling slyly, the elf answered, "Miss, Professor Snape has no unusual tastes, but he does especially favor the chocolate caramel mousse. Whenever he sneaks down to the kitchens after hours, it is always for this special dessert." "Wonderful," Medina replied happily. "Would it be possible for you to prepare a picnic basket for me with a variety of luncheon items and a separate box with the mousse?" Bowing deeply and with great flair, the house elf said, "Absolutely Miss. It would be my honor and pleasure to deliver these things to you. When will you require them?" Medina thought this question over for a moment and answered, "I would like to come back to the kitchens and pick them up myself at eleven o'clock, just before the lunch hour if this is alright with you." "Yes Miss, of course! I will have the basket and boxed dessert ready at eleven o'clock sharp!" Medina thanked the house elf once more and exited the kitchen. She returned to her dormitory to shower and ready herself for the day.

Professor Snape perceived an uncomfortable sense of nervousness within himself this morning. Trying to suppress the unusual feeling, he looked at himself in the bathroom mirror and thought, 'Good gods man, you're acting like this is a first date or something …' Climbing into the shower, Severus innocently spent an inordinate amount of time shaving and washing his typically greasy black hair. Instead of donning the traditional wool tunic and robes, Snape selected a more modern-looking black suit made of imported silk that he had tucked away in the back of his wardrobe. A white Egyptian cotton shirt and black dragon-leather boots completed his ensemble. Taking nothing more than morning tea in his private chambers, Professor Snape hoped that Medina's plans included afternoon luncheon as he swept a traveling cloak about his shoulders and locked the chamber door behind him.

It was a bright, clear Sunday morning, with the hint of a cool breeze dropping in over the northern hills. Professor Snape walked toward the Black Lake with a pace that suggested purpose; however, he paused periodically to ensure he was not being observed, pretending to inspect a shrub here or a flowering tree there. Snape encircled the lake by the route furthest from the castle and saw the island to which Medina referred, located several hundred meters from the shoreline. Severus planned on apparating to the edge of the island, but saw the weathered wooden skiff Medina had undoubtedly left there. Deciding an approach via this small vessel would be more in keeping with the spirit of the afternoon; Professor Snape climbed aboard and began to row the short distance. Meters from the island's stony shore, Snape noticed the tree line and foliage had a distorted look, like that produced when heat waves radiate from a tar-covered road. Running the skiff up onto the beach, Severus climbed out onto the wet, rounded pebbles that squeeked as they ground against his soles. The subtle scent of lilac carried by the breeze told him that Medina was already here. Professor Snape knew that the distorted image of the island's woods must be caused by whatever host of charms Medina had placed there to ensure their privacy, so he called out to her announcing his arrival. Emerging from the shimmering wood line, Medina held out her hand and bade Severus follow her. "I'm so glad you decided to come," she said softly, a cheerful smile upon her face. "Walk with me?" she asked. Reaching out and grasping her hand in anxious agreement, Severus followed Medina into the woods, beyond the barrier of her protective charms.

"I thought it might be nice to talk about that new doppelganger potion of mine … if you'd like to of course," Medina said, starting their conversation. "I am very interested in how you arrived at such a potion Mina," Snape replied. Walking side-by-side along their protected shoreline, Severus and Medina spent the next few hours discussing her recently invented potion and ideas about research Snape would like her help with. Both of their stomachs protested from neglect; so, Medina led Snape to the central part of the small island where she'd laid a large plaid blanket upon the soft meadow grass. Nothing more than the sounds of wind through the trees and occasional birdsong filled the air; it was a wonderful, well-deserved peacefulness. Severus sat upon the blanket, his back against a large birch tree, watching Medina set their lunch before them. "The house elves were kind enough to supply us with quite a variety, so hopefully you'll find something you like," she said brightly. "Everything looks wonderful Mina, thank you." Although somewhat surprised by her presentation and pouring of Chianti with the meal, Severus was glad to toast their afternoon together. Medina saw that Professor Snape left a small amount of roasted pheasant on his plate, a polite sign that he had finished his lunch, and reached inside the picnic basket to present him with what the house elves said was his favorite dessert. "Where did you get this?" Severus asked with a pleased, inquisitive smile. "I have a spy in the kitchens," Medina said slyly. "I paid quite well for information regarding your favorite dessert." Smirking with some embarrassment he said, "That was terribly thoughtful of you Mina." They shared the mousse and finished the bottle of wine with light conversation about how enjoyable this uninterrupted day had been. "We should do this again," Severus said as he slouched further down the tree trunk, folding his arms behind his head. Medina's only reply was an obvious, sad look. "What's the matter?" Snape asked. Realizing that she'd betrayed her own emotions, Medina composed herself and whispered, "I don't want this day to end."

Pulling his left arm from behind his head, Professor Snape held out a hand and said, "Come here." Medina placed the remaining lunch plates back into the picnic basket and crossed the thick blanket to where Severus was resting. He patted the ground next to him, indicating that he wanted Medina to sit. Indulging herself, she joined him beneath the shade of the birch, resting her head upon his shoulder; her arm outstretched across his broad chest. Severus loved to run his fingers through her hair and found he'd begun doing so almost involuntarily. Much to his surprise, Medina began unbuttoning his jacket; but he continued to stroke her hair, allowing her to touch him as she pleased. With Severus' jacket undone, Medina worked on the buttons of his shirt, feeling the pace of both his heart and breathing increase beneath her fingers. He inhaled sharply as Medina ran her nails up the length of his now bear chest. Severus closed his eyes and breathed in the clean smell of her hair as she nestled closer, unable to contain the need to touch her. Leaning still closer, Medina began leaving gentle kisses along his neck and shoulder as she had in his dreams. Severus' only means of control came from grasping fistfuls of the blanket lying beneath him with the hand unoccupied by Medina's liquid-silver hair. He released his grip as she lifted her face to kiss him passionately, holding her body against him. Spiraling into the excitement, Medina intently broke free and settled herself on top of him, the dusky sunlight silhouetting her body through the sheerness of her dress. She leaned back against him, feeling his excitement beneath her, and slowly pulled the dress off over her head. Severus stared longingly as his eyes followed her shape, reflexively moving beneath her as she resumed exploring his body. He ran his fingers over the wand and silver knife held against her leg; remembering that night in the classroom when they'd almost been trapped by Professor McGonagall. "My god Mina … you are so beautiful," he said in a strained voice. Medina's now blazing eyes were fixed on his, betraying the innocent look on her face; there was no doubt that she desired him as much as he desired her. "I want to give myself to you Severus." Her words nearly pushing him over the edge, Professor Snape gasped and said, "Mina … I would give anything to be with you, but we have to wait." Medina continued to press her body against his, moving pleasurably. "Why," she groaned. "Why do we have to wait for anything?" Severus closed his eyes; looking into that icy blue gaze was destroying his resolve. "I promised Dumbledore. I promised him that I wouldn't touch you until the school year reached its conclusion." Medina's face changed to one of shock and fear. "The Headmaster knows?!" Haltingly she continued, "How … how did he find out?" "He's always known Mina. Albus was the one who sent the forged letters reuniting us."

Astonished, Medina collapsed against Severus and began to gently caress his chest. "I am so sorry Severus," she whispered. "I had no idea Professor Dumbledore suspected a relationship between us. The last thing I wanted was for your professional reputation to be jeopardized." Returning her touch, Severus said, "Nothing is in jeopardy Mina; other than my ability to contain the desire I have for you," he laughed. "We just have to wait a bit longer and then …," he exhaled, "then we can be together completely." His words comforted her, but did nothing to extinguish the passionate feelings coursing through her body as dusk approached nightfall. Ending their embrace, each returned separately to the castle and the cold showers that awaited them.

*

The beginning of June brought the departure of both Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall; leaving Severus as acting Headmaster of Hogwarts for two weeks. Although displeased by this additional imposition on his time, Professor Snape recognized that this was the most moderate part of the school year for such an assignment. Early June was dedicated to preparing for the end-of-year exams; as such, nearly every student concentrated on their studies instead of on ways to bend school rules and stray into places that would require the Headmaster's attention. Aside from presiding over his scheduled potions classes to deliver study assignments and exam requirements, Snape found very little additional work associated with his temporary position; thusly, he found time for private research. Before promising Professor Dumbledore that he would pursue no personal relationship with Medina, Snape had intended on involving her in his plans to develop a potion or process to imbue physical objects with chemical properties. Circumstances now being what they were, he found himself frequently saddened by his separation from her – she really was quite a brilliant alchemist and had become, through hours spent on North Island walking together behind protective charms, a valued companion.

As Medina was not a Hogwarts' student in the formal sense, she was not subject to its end-of-year exams. Instead, she spent her weekdays working furiously toward a solution to Professor Snape's research problem; nearly desperate to answer the question of whether potion properties could be permanently imparted to solid objects. Saturdays were restful, and most Sunday afternoons were spent on North Island picnicking with Severus. Hours swiftly passed while they walked within the woods or along the shore together, discussing alchemy and expressing a reserved affection by holding hands - the knowledge that the school year's end was only weeks away providing them with the fortitude to express themselves no further. "Severus," she said, "have you thought much about July?" Returning a quizzical look he replied, "July? What happens in July?" Dropping Severus' hand, Medina stopped and turned toward the water and paused noticeably. "Will you visit me in Majorca?" she asked faintly. Realizing that, although he had put volumes of thought into his future with her, he had never openly expressed his wishes to either himself or Medina. Professor Snape, ending the silence said, "Mina … I suppose we should discuss our expectations; but, I assumed you'd come to me when you were comfortable doing so." "Oh," was all she uttered while taking a seat upon the stony shore, her arms wrapped around the legs drawn to her chest. Taking a knee behind her, Severus brushed her hair with his hand and said, "You know that I have a difficult time expressing my emotions verbally, but that does not mean that my feelings for you are any less today than they were yesterday, or will be tomorrow." "I'm sorry Severus," she said sadly. "I don't mean to add distraction to your already complicated circumstance … I just miss you so much when we're apart." Severus' arms encircled Medina's form as he quietly seated himself next to her on the beach, the evening breeze brushing their faces. She leaned into his chest, tucking her head beneath his chin, and breathed in the smell of his clothing which provided her a sense of security. "Mina," he began softly, "have you considered what you'd like to do in your professional career?" Flushing with embarrassment, Medina said, "Yes … but it's nothing more developed than a daydream; I've certainly made no plans." Always amused by her attempts to prevent disappointment by tempering any source of happiness, Severus continued, "Indulge me Mina. Tell me what you dream." Medina stood and walked a few paces from where they'd been sitting together, running her hand absently through her own hair. "Severus," she hesitated, again evaluating whether she should expose herself to the possibility of rejection. "I thought it would be nice to spend my time with you; you have so many wonderful ideas that require research and development." Exhaling with frustration, Medina concluded, "I have a selfishly foolish notion that you'd want me with you for that." She said nothing further, despite the many things she'd thought of saying during any number of imaginary conversations. Professor Snape stood and joined Medina to look out onto the lake, his arms wrapped around her waist. "I can think of nothing more wonderful than spending the rest of my days that way," he said with his chin resting atop her head. Medina could reply in no other way than to turn within Severus' arms and hold him, resting her tear-stained face upon his chest. She could not imagine a more surreal, more perfect moment; one that was supposed to forever exist beyond her reach.

*

The last two weeks in June crawled by with unmerciful slowness. Professor Snape distracted himself with grading exams and taking advantage of his last opportunities of the year to berate the potions students. Medina always chastised him for this behavior, but found it difficult to keep a straight face while doing so – there was something about the way he raved that amused her. One Wednesday evening, Severus was surprised to find a post owl tapping its beak against his study window, a small package clenched between its feet. "What have we here?" he said aloud to himself. Opening the window, he retrieved the package and allowed the owl to fly away, leaving a dusting of small feathers on the sill. Snape opened the package and found a simple gold ring; it had no markings, no unique shape. There was a folded piece of parchment beneath the cotton upon which the ring set. It read:

You are going to love what this ring does to you!

M.

Were it from anyone other than Medina, he would have been suspicious. As it were, he slipped the ring onto his finger and saw an amazing progression of pale blue, plasma-like electricity emanate from the ring and envelop his entire body. Aside from his surprise at the ring's reaction upon being worn, Severus was fascinated by the strange, yet pleasant sensation the energy imparted to his skin. Looking down at his outstretched hands, Professor Snape realized that he could no longer see the definition of his body; only its shimmering outline. This was Medina's doppelganger potion made real within the ring's construct. "She did it," he said with amazement. "She actually did it!" Indeed, there was no end to the surprises she had for him. Removing the ring, which dispelled the odd effect, Snape placed it back in its box, determined to find Medina.

As it was a weeknight, Professor Snape suspected Medina would be barricaded behind books in the restricted section and made for that location. "Good evening Madam Pince," he said coolly. "Have you seen Miss de Muro recently?" Irritated, as usual, by any interruption, the librarian snapped, "The back of her head is just beyond that wall." Understanding her reference to the wall separating the stacks from the restricted section, Severus glared at Madam Pince and admitted himself to Medina's sanctuary. Snape quietly crept up behind Medina as she intently studied a massive leather text filled with yellowing parchment pages, unaware of his arrival. "I received your gift," he said, brushing her ear with his lips, placing his hands on her shoulders. With all of the non-verbal enthusiasm she dared express, Medina pushed herself from the reading desk and leapt into Severus' arms. Were they in the unrestricted area of the library, their clandestine affair would have been discovered immediately; however, the Hogwarts restricted section was, tonight, theirs alone. Risking discovery, Medina briefly kissed Severus' cheek and whispered, "Can you believe it? Can you believe that it actually works?" "We obviously cannot discuss this here," he said as quietly as possible, "but first thing tomorrow afternoon, meet me on the island." The pride reflected in his expression was enough to sustain her through their time apart. Medina nodded and kissed his cheek once more before Severus left the library to return to his private chambers.

*

Despite a driving rain, Medina crossed the expanse of Black Lake in the weathered skiff, hoping to arrive on the island before Professor Snape. Seeing that she was indeed the only one there, Medina erected those charms necessary to protect them from prying outsiders. As the weather showed no sign of improving, Medina magically constructed a dome within which they could spend their time together, protected from the cold rain. The sound of Severus' boots snapping birch twigs as he entered the meadow thrilled Medina; her anticipation of his arrival nearly unbearable. "I'm drenched," Professor Snape shouted with a smile. "What's for lunch?" Medina had spread the familiar, large plaid blanket on the meadow floor beneath her protective dome, but had not yet laid out their afternoon meal. Severus came out of the rain and kissed the equally wet woman he now held in his arms; no longer caring that she made him feel like a silly child. "I didn't have time to grab much from the kitchens, but I did find a nice bottle of wine." Medina laid the bread and cheese upon the blanket, and turned to fill two crystal goblets with Grenache. "To your unbelievable discovery," Severus said with a raised glass and an uncharacteristically warm smile. Medina blushed furiously at this complement and said awkwardly, "Thank you Severus … you must know that I did it for you." Even though they had spent numerous Sundays together on this tiny island, Professor Snape was still stunned when Medina expressed her love – how could this beautiful, intelligent young woman feel this way about him? "But tell me," he continued, "how did you do it? How did you manage to get the potion's properties to permanently bind with the ring?" They sat down opposite each other and Medina proceeded to explain in great detail how she'd gone about isolating a chemical compound that would react with the ring's metallic core and solidify the potion's essence within. "I just plated the ring with gold after I was sure the properties were permanent. The underlying metal is copper and I didn't want your finger turning green from wearing it," she finished, smiling all the while. Finding himself unable to take his eyes from her, Professor Snape said, "Absolutely brilliant Mina; but, have you tried this with any other potions or objects? How stable is the process and are the effects truly permanent?" "I haven't continued refining these results, having only just successfully constructed the ring," she replied. "But I'd be thrilled to carry on if you would join me."

Not caring if it was the sweet smell of the rain around them, or the look of her body beneath sodden school robes, or the way those startlingly crystal blue eyes of hers constantly begged for him, Severus found himself reaching out for Medina across the space between them. Caring even less what Severus' motivation was, she took his hand and lay down next to him on the blanket. "I am so in love with you - do you know that?" he whispered, running his finger down Medina's damp cheek; his words barely audible above the din of the storm moving across the lake. Medina replied by kissing Severus eagerly, pulling his rain-soaked body closer. Their time spent apart and the lines of her body rendered useless any conviction he had of containing himself. Medina proceeded to make an arousing game of taking his drenched robes off; kissing each part of his body as her fingers worked to slowly expose his skin. She would not return the favor as Professor Snape reached to unbutton her blouse; hastily and completely disrobing herself instead. Smiling, Severus drew Medina against his body and wrapped her gently in his arms, noticing how cold her wet skin was. He quickly conjured another thick blanket under which they began to make love for the first of several times that day. Despite their shared dreams, there was nothing to compare with how they made each other feel this afternoon and into the evening.

*

"Where have you been?!" shouted Professor Sprout to the interim Headmaster as he entered the Great Hall for breakfast Thursday morning. With his typical glare and icy voice, Professor Snape replied, "Whatever do you mean Pomona?" taking the center seat upon the Great Hall dais. "You know perfectly well what I mean Severus," she croaked in a strained, hushed voice. "Filius and I have been looking for you since yesterday evening. He even stopped by your chambers at eleven o'clock last night and you weren't there." With a face that betrayed no emotion, Professor Snape said, "I spent the afternoon in Exeter. I was unable to return until after midnight. As there are a host of methods available to contact me should an emergency arise, I did not feel the need to discuss my personal appointment with you." Joining Professors Sprout and Snape at the head table, Professor Flitwick interjected quickly upon arriving, "Where have you been?!" Raising an eyebrow to accentuate his glare, Snape turned to Pomona and said, "I am far too busy to answer the same questions twice. I leave you to it." Pushing the Headmaster's chair away from the table with excessive force, Professor Snape stood and strode out of the Great Hall leaving both Pomona and Filius to stare at each other with gaping mouths. Severus rushed back to his chambers and donned the ring Medina gave him on Wednesday – he needed to contact her and this was the only way he could think of to do so without attracting attention. She was scheduled to be in Professor Vector's class at two o'clock; fifteen minutes from now. Initially swerving so as not to make contact with any other students in the hall, Snape realized that he was completely unaffected by anyone's gaze or touch; he could move undetected through the throngs of students, and found that this provided a great sense of relief. The look on Medina's face as she rounded the corner on her way to Professor Vector's classroom, seeing Snape's shimmering silhouette, answered his question as to whether she would be able to notice him and recognize that this was a signal of his needing to speak with her immediately. Medina nodded her head in Severus' direction and continued past the arithmancy classroom. "Hey Mina, where are you going?! You're gonna be late!" one of her Ravenclaw classmates shouted, causing Medina to turn and answer, "I'm not feeling very well Chris. Will you tell Professor Vector that I've gone to the lavatory and will join the class shortly?" "Sure thing," he replied as he squeezed through the crowded hall and into the classroom. Scanning the area for Severus' shape, Medina saw that he was still following her as she made to descend the marble staircase toward his dungeon chambers.

Closing the heavy wooden door once the shimmering Professor Snape entered the classroom, Medina said tentatively, "Please tell me you're just taking the ring out for a spin and that nothing is wrong." Removing the ring from his finger and regaining his solid form, Professor Snape quickly asked, "Has anyone spoken to you about your late return to the castle last night?" "No … no one," she replied. "Everyone assumed I was in the library as usual." As the evident concern washed away from Severus' face, Medina realized that she had somehow averted the disastrous discovery of their affair. "What happened Severus?" she asked with an intent look in her eyes. "It would appear nothing has happened Mina. Professors Sprout and Flitwick questioned my whereabouts and late return, but I told them that I had taken a daytrip to Exeter on personal business." Pausing to regain his composure, Professor Snape said, "I wanted to make sure that you had not been questioned or implicated in my absence. I also wanted you to know what I told the others in case further questions arose." Leaning Severus back against the worktable, Medina encircled his body gently and held herself against him. Exhaling deeply, he began to stroke her hair as he always did when she was this close, breathing in her soothing lilac fragrance. "This is too much stress for you Severus," Medina said as she nestled into him further. "You can't be subject to any question of impropriety … your reputation could be damaged." Severus smiled at her concern and compassion, something he doubted he had for himself. Medina continued, "What do you suggest we do? There is only one week remaining in the school year. Should we avoid each other until the other students are dismissed to return home?" Knowing that she was right, Severus said, "I hate that we have to avoid each other … but, you are entirely correct. We need to finish the month apart." They spent a few more silent moments in each others' arms before parting for the agreed upon, but unwanted, hiatus.

*

With only two days remaining until all the now loathsome students could be ushered away from Hogwarts and onto the train leaving Hogsmeade for London, Professor Snape found his mind preoccupied with thoughts of Medina and the time he planned to spend with her. They would no longer be restricted to protected parts of the castle or grounds, soon able to resume their potions research and concealed love affair. The knock on his classroom door brought mixed feelings of anticipation and disappointment as he knew Medina would not be on its other side, but wished, just the same, that she were. "Good afternoon Severus," Professor Dumbledore said with a smile. "Good afternoon Sir. Please come in," replied Professor Snape with an uncharacteristic flourish of his arm toward the center of the classroom. "How was your trip to the Ministry?" Taking a seat in front of the empty fireplace, the Headmaster said, "Oh fine Severus, fine. Fudge is as ever … Fudge, but Kingsley sends his greetings." Resuming his place behind the worn writing desk, Professor Snape asked in a somewhat less reserved tone than intended, "Is there something I can do for you Headmaster?" trying to keep any look that may evince guilt far from his features. "I stopped by to inquire about your plans for the summer months," Albus said quietly. "I received an interesting letter from Madam Cabrera in Palma regarding a request for Medina's extended stay with us." Folding his pale hands upon the desktop, Severus said, "After lengthy discussion with Miss de Muro, we, that is to say Miss de Muro, decided that she wished to remain at Hogwarts and assist me in completing some of my more ambitious research projects." With a look of forced innocence that Snape knew might provoke suspicion in the Headmaster; he tried to regain his composure saying, "As I had no objection to the suggestion, I thought it prudent to request permission from Madam Cabrera prior to consulting with you on the matter." "Of course you did Severus," Dumbledore replied calmly. "I was only interested in how you arrived at the decision and whether you had developed a plan regarding Medina's future research assistance." Relaxing slightly, Severus said, "Yes, of course Headmaster. Miss de Muro and I spoke at length of what she intended to do upon leaving Hogwarts, professionally I mean. Having no prearranged commitments, we decided that her services here would be invaluable and would also provide additional opportunity for instruction." As if changing to a discussion of the weather, Professor Dumbledore said, "Have you told Medina of your feelings for her?" The overwhelming silence between the two men stretched several moments before Professor Snape swallowed noticeably and said, "Headmaster … unless this in some way influences your decision in allowing Miss de Muro to remain at Hogwarts and assist me in the laboratory, I hardly see the point of your question." "Play this however you like Severus," the Headmaster replied with a knowing smile, "but keep in mind that most women appreciate clear definition of the relationship they find themselves in, and I doubt Medina is different in this respect." Professor Dumbledore rose from his seat and patted Severus on the shoulder with a wink, saying, "Have a good evening Severus. Sleep well."

The Headmaster was, of course, correct. Professor Snape knew that he must determine a clear path prior to inviting Medina to travel down it with him. He could hardly expect her to commit to an abstract future, although he felt that she would do so, if not solely to please him. He was currently, however, ill-prepared to expound on his wishes regarding their personal life; and, after many long minutes pacing within his private study, Snape sat at his writing desk and drafted Medina a letter:

Miss de Muro,

Pursuant to your Headmistress' approval, I would like to extend a formal invitation regarding the position of potions research assistant at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Your period of employment may begin at the time of your choosing; however, I must stress the importance of commencing work as soon as possible. Professor Dumbledore has no objections to this appointment and, as such, gives his approval pending that of Madam Cabrera. When convenient, please enclose your intentions within reply post. Thank you.

Professor S. Snape

It was no more than one hour after the post owl left Severus' study window when another returned with Medina's reply:

Professor Snape,

I would like nothing more than to spend the rest of my time at your side as potions research assistant. Assuming Madam Cabrera finds no fault with this intention, I request your assistance regarding transfer of personal possessions and habitation within Hogwarts castle.

M.

Unable to suppress the smile that found its place upon his face and within his eyes, Professor Snape folded the note and tucked it inside his robes; keeping this piece of Medina close to him during her absence. He could tell by her words that she was excited about the prospect of joining him in the castle, while trying to remain professional – unfortunately her opening sentence gave away feelings that her closing remarks could not hide. Her note did make him start at the thought of where she would stay and how they would interact publicly, as well as privately; although he was certain that they would find no trouble with the latter. This most recent, albeit brief, period of self-imposed separation validated his feeling that Medina was the woman he wanted to spend the remainder of his life with, but reinforced his insecurity in believing she could feel the same. 'I'm sure every man in my position feels like this at one time or another,' Snape mused to himself. 'I'm in no particular hurry … I'll just let Medina dictate things,' he thought, trying to temporarily relieve himself of any further introspection.

*

Madam Cabrera having exuberantly sent words of approval regarding the proposed position with Professor Snape, little remained to account for besides living arrangements, work schedules, research topics, and the responsibilities associated with the position. The Headmaster would address the first, and Severus the remainder, in order to welcome Medina to the Hogwarts' staff as quickly as possible. Professors Flitwick, McGonagall and Sprout were pleased by the news that Miss de Muro would be joining their ranks, albeit as an assistant, and sent letters of congratulations that reinforced her feeling that this was going to be a wonderful time in her life. "We've private chambers in Ravenclaw and Gryffindor Towers, as well as in either dungeon – it's up to you which you'd prefer," said Professor McGonagall pleasantly, "and, of course, you'll have access to all of the staff areas as well." "Thank you Professor. If it wouldn't be too much trouble," Medina replied, "I'd like to look at the rooms before I decide." "Certainly, it's no trouble. Just let either Pomona or I know when you'd like the tour." Smiling broadly, Medina spent the rest of the afternoon imagining what it would soon be like spending her time unrestrictedly within the castle while she prepared a list of personal items she would retrieve from her home in Majorca.

Severus and Medina both agreed that there would be no illusion of impropriety should she choose to take up residence in the dungeons; and, as such, she selected a suite of rooms opposite Professor Snape's; however, still committed to maintaining an air of unquestionable professionalism, Medina and Severus restricted their public communications, without exception, to post owl. It became a bit of a game between them to see which could send a message such that the other was compelled to find the sender. "Open up," Medina whispered, tapping quietly at Severus' classroom door. She heard the bolt slide back and Snape's footsteps returning to the opposite side of the room. Pushing the heavy wooden door open, she quickly entered the chamber and locked the door behind her. "Are you out of your mind?!" she asked with a devilish grin. "I'm sure McGonagall noticed my blushing in the staff room while I read that last note!" Crossing the room, Professor Snape raised an eyebrow and said, "I was quite certain from your previous reply that you would enjoy my suggestion. Was I wrong?" "No. You were anything but wrong," she said blushing once more as she approached his desk. "But I had a better idea on my way down here." Intrigued by the suggestive smile on her face, Severus found he was becoming aroused without having yet touched her. "Sit down," Medina said as she began unbuttoning her long black robes. Professor Snape glided slowly across the classroom and seated himself behind his large worn desk. Stopping halfway down her blouse, Medina left the remaining buttons for Severus to undo as she settled herself on his lap, causing him to shiver noticeably. Professor Snape waved his wand toward the locked classroom door and said, "Inturbidus," to ensure they would not be interrupted. Medina was no longer shy about initiating these rare, clandestine exchanges. Severus had given every indication that he enjoyed her subtle aggressiveness and she was happy to express herself this way. Following the cut of Medina's blouse, Professor Snape ran his hands along her thin form while kissing her deeply. It had been several weeks since they were last together privately and it took little effort for either to find they were heady with the other's touch. Exchanging the unfastening of buttons and clasps, Medina and Severus methodically revealed themselves; exploring each other's bodies with lips and hands. "You feel incredible Mina," he said in a deep, raspy voice. Reaching out to grasp his hands in hers, she guided him along her body. The breath caught in Severus' chest as she led his fingers along her breasts, rhythmically leaning into his touch. Responding tenderly, Medina slipped to the floor between his feet, reaching out to unfasten the belt beneath his tunic. Wide-eyed, Professor Snape watched her every movement, mesmerized by the tracing of her hands along his thighs. "May I," Medina asked softly, indicating that she desired to please him. Unable to utter anything more than a strangled sigh, Severus nodded, digging his nails into the arms of his chair as she continued undressing him. Medina took great care in his disrobing, ensuring that she went neither too slowly, which would cruelly tease them both, nor too quickly, savoring their stolen time together. She wanted him to know that she loved him passionately and without reservation, touching him selflessly with her hands and mouth for many long moments. Finally feeling content with the knowledge that she had satisfied him completely, Medina returned to her place upon his lap, leaning into his chest, caressing his forearm. "Mina," Severus whispered, "no one has ever done that to me before." Hesitating momentarily, unsure whether he was embarrassed by her forward actions, she said, "You seemed to like it," reaching out to touch his hand gently. Taking hers in return, Professor Snape sighed happily and said, "That goes without saying." Medina wasn't sure whether Severus felt awkward at her having loved him this way, being that it was Severus' first experience; but, his holding her tightly, stroking her hair, gave Medina every confidence that he was pleased, and this made her wonderfully content.

*

The start of July brought with it the start of Medina's career as Professor Snape's research assistant and near-constant companion. Although she'd initially solved the problem of imbuing solid objects with potion properties, Medina was still unable to apply the concept to non-metallic items. There was much work to be done regarding the solution to this secondary problem, and Medina was all too content to spend her time thusly. "Severus," she said as they worked together late into the evening, "What do think of bridging a non-metallic substrate with a modified organic compound that reacts favorably with the subject solution?" "Assuming," he replied, "the modified organic contains enough bonded metallic molecules of the correct type … hmmm," he paused thinking. "Yes, I imagine that could work. Do you have a test plan developed yet?" "Nothing concrete, but I have taken the time to lay out a few ideas," she said, "though I didn't want to proceed further without your consent." Professor Snape looked up from the cauldron in front of him and said smiling, "Mina, aside from aims at destroying the castle, you do not have to gain my permission to experiment and further our research." Reflecting his smile, Medina replied, "I know Sev, I just feel better having consulted with you first. You know such a great deal about experimental alchemy; I'd be a fool for not taking advantage of that." As ever impressed with the way Medina expressed her maturity and intelligence, Severus colored slightly from the compliment. Despite the consistency of their relationship, Snape was humbled by Medina's praise and affection for him – he still could not fathom how she so obviously wished to be with him. Whenever he looked up and caught her gaze, he found himself unable to breathe properly. Severus was fascinated by the way she made him feel like a man twenty years younger; although he was a bit embarrassed as well. Seeing the warmth behind those amazing blue eyes, he thought, 'One day soon, I'll ask this woman to marry me.' "What did you say?" Medina asked happily. "What?" Severus replied, clearing the fog from his brain. "I'm sorry," she continued. "I thought you said something just now." "Oh? Um … no; I was just thinking about this solution," he answered, hoping that he had indeed kept these last thoughts of marriage to himself.

*

Despite the relative freedom they enjoyed during the summer holiday, Professor Snape and Medina remained vigilant regarding the concealment of their affection for each other. The Hogwarts' staff knew they were courting, but played the part of oblivious colleagues whenever the couple tried, with so much effort, to obscure the truth. "You should have seen Severus yesterday afternoon," Professor Sprout said merrily to Professors McGonagall and Vector. "He can't possible think we don't recognize what's going on, but you'd never know it by the way he acts." Continuing to relate a scene where she'd found Professor Snape and Medina embracing in greenhouse three, Pomona said, "I tried to leave quietly, but I tripped spectacularly over a potted tentacula." All three professors laughed at Pomona's description as she continued, "I felt terrible barging in on them, but I had no idea they were in there." Chuckling, Minerva interrupted, "What creative excuse did Severus have this time?" "Oh heavens," Professor Sprout replied, "he started mumbling something about 'acquiring golden orchid stems for use in our new experiment,' gesturing that these were Severus' words, "but I knew that was complete waffle because the orchids are in greenhouse five!" Again, the three professors laughed heartily at the image of their stern colleague conjuring such a pathetic dodge. "And poor Medina just stood there looking like she was going to be sick … I feel so sorry for them," Pomona finished. "We'll be fortunate to live long enough to see either of them openly divulge their relationship; but, it's still fun to watch Severus in a twist. God knows he's made enough students squirm over the years!" Professor Vector howled.

The remainder of the summer passed much the same way, and the beginning of the new school year loomed nearby. Taking advantage of the last free weekend before the students' return, Severus and Medina spent their time on North Island. They'd taken the worn wooden skiff onto the lake, enjoying their traditional afternoon picnic on its glassy black waters. "This is lovely," Medina said as she cleared away their now empty plates. "Uh-huh," was all that Professor Snape happily yawned; stretching his arms wide as he entertained the idea of a nap. Medina moved their basket to the bottom of the boat and took up a place in the bow with her back to the water. "Come sit with me," she said, spreading the plaid woolen blanket between the gunwales. Only too happy to oblige, Severus laid down in the bottom of the skiff, resting his head on Medina's lap, taking pleasure in the cool breeze on his face. She spent the remains of the afternoon stroking Severus' hair, smiling contently as she watched him enjoy a peaceful slumber. As ever, it was late into the evening before the pair returned to the castle, deciding haphazardly which bedroom to share. "My room is a complete disaster Sev," a sleepy Medina said. "I've got tests set up all over the place." Taking her hand, Professor Snape led Medina across the hall toward his chambers, completely happy to share them with her; but said teasingly, "You know, we've got this wonderful little spell we use called 'scourgify' … you might want to give it try sometime." Raising an eyebrow, Medina replied with a smirk, "We've also got a little spell we use on Majorca called 'keep sassing me and you can sleep alone tonight.'" Severus smiled at her retort and said, "Well … my room it is then!" Not wanting to leave Snape with the last word, Medina smirked and said, "Thought so." As they had every other night that last week before the start of term, Severus and Medina retired by way of languishing in a hot bath, and sharing a late night bottle of wine and conversation.

*

"Hello Severus, please come in," said Professor Dumbledore pleasantly as he opened the door for his Potions Master. "Good evening Headmaster," Severus said in cool reply. "May I ask why you've asked me to your personal study instead of your office? It is highly unusual," Professor Snape asked suspiciously. "Because, Severus, I wished to speak to you about a personal matter; so, why not a personal place?" Dumbledore replied with a smile. Professor Snape was hard pressed to remember the last time he was in the Headmaster's private study and wondered if their conversation was to be as lighthearted as Albus made it seem. Taking a seat on Professor Dumbledore's overstuffed divan, Professor Snape said nothing, crossing his hands tightly in his laps. "Would you like a drink Severus? I've a delightful bottle of cherry brandy that I think you'd enjoy." "No thank you Headmaster," replied Snape politely. "I wished to speak with you this evening as a friend Severus, not as a professor or Headmaster," Dumbledore began. "With the start of term upon us, have you considered what you will do regarding your relationship with Medina?" "I'm not sure what you mean," Professor Snape said. "I thought that we had established her position as potions research assistant, what else is there to consider?" Turning a look of annoyance on Snape, Professor Dumbledore said, "Severus, for heaven's sake, just this once, would you please leave the pretense out of the conversation? If you are truly lacking an understanding of the subject, then we have a much more serious topic to discuss." Severus said nothing in reply; but, the look of suppressed embarrassment he assumed led Albus to believe that he would now engage in their conversation honestly. "You are, of course, free to do as you please, barring any obvious infraction, but I thought you may be interested in discussing the logistics of your personal relationship with our newest staff member," the Headmaster clearly stated. "Yes Albus," Snape said, now obviously succumbing to the lowering of his guard. "I would like your advice regarding how I should proceed with Miss de Muro." Smiling again warmly, Dumbledore continued, "I must tell you that, although your efforts to conceal your affair have been admirable, you and Medina have failed miserably in that regard." Looking at Albus with genuine surprise, Severus could say nothing in reply. "Oh don't worry Severus," the Headmaster laughed. "The staff is thrilled for both of you." Pouring another drink, Dumbledore said, "The simplest solution to the problem of how to hide your relationship is to not hide it at all." "Sir?!" Snape questioned abruptly. "I mean …," Albus added, "have you considered marrying Medina?" Professor Snape relaxed, slouching slightly into the back of the divan. "I have. I have considered it very seriously." Prompting Severus to continue, Albus said, "…And?" Exhaling sharply, forcing himself to finish the thought, Snape stated with apparent discomfort, "Well I … I want what's best for Medina, and quite frankly I doubt that I am what is best for her."

Professor Dumbledore gently set his glass of brandy on the side table and took a seat next to Professor Snape on the divan. Looking at Severus intently, with a serious yet tender face, Albus said, "You, Severus, are what is best for her. You are the only one for her." Seeing the Headmaster's stern look, Professor Snape said, "Sir, I do not understand." "This time I believe you Severus; I neither expected nor wished you to understand until now." Returning no more than an intense look of puzzlement, Snape waited for Albus to explain. "Medina's curse is as real and powerful as ever," Dumbledore said softly. "But," Severus began to interrupt as Albus raised a hand to silence him. "Mercurius related the story of how Lord Voldemort cursed his granddaughter to Nicholas and I. No one other than we three, not even Medina, knew the details of the curse." Professor Snape waited for further explanation with a look of worried anticipation. The Headmaster continued, "During your time of open allegiance to Lord Voldemort, you were considered a follower of darkness. As such, when the curse was conceived, it was done without deliberation regarding whether it would include the Dark Lord's Deatheaters." Beginning to understand the ramifications of Albus' words, Professor Snape's pensive visage softened slightly as he remained silent, awaiting the remainder of the explanation. "Those with the dark mark upon them were not implicated in Lord Voldemort's magic. This, naturally, was of no concern as it was beyond the realm of possibility that any of the Deatheaters would consider something other than inflicting pain and anguish on the likes of Mancor and his granddaughter." A faint smile took shape upon Severus' face as the full meaning of Dumbledore's words became apparent. "As I said Severus," Albus finished, "you are what is best for her; you are the only one for her." "Thank you Headmaster," Professor Snape said quietly and with obvious appreciation. "Perhaps I have much more to consider than I first thought." Nodding his head in agreement, Professor Dumbledore rose from the divan and closed the study door behind Severus as he left to return to his own private chambers.

*

It was fortunate that the new school year had begun, as Professor Snape would dwell endlessly on his proposal to Medina were he not inundated with potions classes and private research. It had taken very little time to decide that he would definitely ask Medina to be his wife; however, summoning the boldness to ask this young woman was something quite different. It was the repeated requests for status from Professor Dumbledore that finally coaxed him into setting a time for this most difficult question. "Mina," Severus said quietly across the classroom worktable. "Hmm?" Medina replied without taking her eyes off the task of precisely measuring the required amount of eel liver for their potion. "Would you like to go to Dover with me this weekend?" Looking up from the cauldron, Medina said excitedly, "That sounds wonderful. I'd love to go!" Pleased with himself for besting this first obstacle, Severus nodded and whispered nothing more than, "Good," while thinking this would be very good indeed.

*

Friday evening arrived more quickly than either Professor Snape or Medina had anticipated. Having both packed for their trip the day before, there was no delay in their crossing the castle grounds once the evening's shadows settled over Hogwarts' front gate. "Since I've never been to Dover, you'll have to assist me in apparating; otherwise, heaven knows where I'd end up," Medina said smiling up at Severus. Placing her hand upon his arm, Professor Snape instructed, "Clear your mind and hold on tight … I don't want to loose you along the way. Are you ready?" Nodding her head vigorously Medina said, "Let's go!"

With the 'pop' indicative of this magical method of travel, Professor Snape and Medina opened their eyes to find themselves standing beneath a clear, moonlit sky on the path leading to The Golden Hind in Maxton. It was a short distance to the cliffs and violently crashing waves, but the warm light radiating from the small inn's windows was both welcoming and comforting. "This looks wonderful Sev. Have you stayed here before?" Medina asked happily. "No," he replied, pleased that she found the accommodations acceptable, "but the Headmaster spoke highly of it and recommended we stay here." Still disquieted by the thought that Professor Dumbledore was so intimate with their affair, Medina had to make a conscious effort to dispel the nervousness associated with that knowledge. Seeing her hesitation, Severus asked, "Are you alright?" Medina snapped quickly from her fixation regarding the Headmaster and replied, "Yes … I'm quite fine. I'm still just a bit uncomfortable with Professor Dumbledore's familiarity with our relationship that's all." Severus wrapped his arm around Medina's waist and said, "In due time Mina, you'll find that Albus has been a far greater friend to us than any other." Professor Snape picked up their small bags and ushered Medina into The Golden Hind's quaint lobby. "Evenin' Governor," the graying innkeeper said in pleasant welcome. "Can I pull you folks a pint?" he added with a broad smile. "No thank you Sir," Professor Snape said politely. "We would, however, like the key to the room we've reserved." "If you'll follow me," said the innkeeper as he quickly ducked beneath the bar rail with surprising dexterity. Taking their bags, the elderly gentleman guided the couple up the narrow oak staircase and along the dimly-lit hall to room seven. "Here you are folks," the innkeeper announced. "Is there anything I can have my misses bring up for you? A plate of sandwiches perhaps? Or how 'bout a nice bottle of sherry?" Looking to Medina for agreement, Severus said, "That sounds wonderful. Thank you." "Right away Sir, right away" the old man said merrily over his shoulder as he disappeared down the stairs to the inn's kitchen.

Moments later, an equally elderly woman plump from years of comfortable married life knocked on number seven. Medina crossed the room and found a warm smile greeting her as she opened the door. "Good evening Miss," the innkeeper's wife said as she entered their room, placing an old silver serving tray with ham sandwiches and a filled decanter of sherry on the credenza. "Is there anything else we can get you before Harold and I turn in for the evening?" she asked. "No thank you Madam, we shall be quite well," Severus said, discretely folding a gold galleon in the old woman's palm. Pleasantly surprised by so fine a gratuity, she bowed deeply upon backing quietly from their room.

With an unexpected burst of enthusiasm, Medina dove onto the massive, black walnut, four-post bed. "This is magnificent Sev," she said cheerfully as she rolled over onto her back smiling. Warmed and comforted by her smile, Professor Snape crossed the room and jumped upon the bed, causing Medina to laugh as his impact made her bounce several inches above the comforter. The clock stopped while they stared lovingly at each other, drowning in the endlessness of their eyes. With arousing conviction, Medina whispered, "Make love to me Severus … please." This last word forcing him to close his eyes to dispel any thought that this was another dream.

*

It was nearly ten o'clock the next morning before Severus and Medina woke beneath the thick down comforter together. Snuggling next to Severus, her arm across his chest, Medina said, "Good morning Sev … sleep well?" "Amazingly well Mina," he replied drawing her against him with his arm around her shoulder. "Would you like to see the cliffs today," he asked softly. Lifting her head and brushing the hair from her eyes to better see Severus, Medina replied devilishly, "Since it's only Saturday … we could spend the day right here," tipping her head toward the bed beneath them, "and picnic on the cliffs tomorrow." "Mina I dare say you're making me blush," he said playfully, pulling her into a long, gentle kiss. Surprisingly, Medina threw her leg over his waist and settled herself on Severus' lap with a mischievous look that greatly excited him. Medina leaned down, brushing her lips against his ear, and said, "Usted es la major cosa de mi vida." "I have no idea what that means," he whispered, "but it sounds wonderful."

Following Medina's suggestion to the letter, they found themselves pleasantly exhausted and famished as the dinner hour made its approach. "Would you like to go down to the pub and have something? Or would you prefer I arrange to have something brought up?" Professor Snape asked hoarsely. "I don't think I'd be able to make it back up the stairs – I'm spent," Medina replied. Agreeing with Medina's assessment, Severus pulled the chord, ringing their service bell in the kitchen. In a blink, the wizened innkeeper's wife was at the door with a pleasant, yet knowing, smile. "Good evenin' Sir. Would you and your wife like some dinner brought up?" she said warmly. As to whom blushed more at her words, neither Severus nor Medina could say; nor could either bring themselves to contradict the old woman for some odd reason. "That would be nice. Thank you." Severus answered politely. "You two make such a lovely pair. How long have you children been married?" she added in reply. Startled into silence, Snape closed the door quickly to appear as if he had not heard her last question. Turning to Medina he said cautiously, "I … hope the old woman didn't embarrass you with her inaccurate assessment of our relationship." Medina exhaled slowly and began crossing the room toward Severus saying, "I have nothing to be embarrassed by Sev – we do make a lovely pair." Relieved that his Sunday proposal plans would need no alteration, Professor Snape met Medina in the middle of the room and wrapped her in his arms. "How did you find me Mina?" Severus asked quietly, as if to himself. "How did you ever find me?" - - "The same way you found me Severus," she answered. "Because you needed to…"

*

Early Sunday morning looked dismal as rain poured from thick, steel gray clouds covering the coast. It took concerted effort for Severus to not reflect his disappointment with the weather in either his look or speech. He would still ask Medina to marry him today, but he had hoped it would have been beneath a clear blue sky. Mid-way through breakfast, however, the prevailing offshore breeze moved the offending clouds further inland, leaving a dazzling sun to dry the ground and raise their spirits. "I'm excited to see the cliffs Sev … I've heard they're magnificent!" Medina said cheerfully as they gathered their things for the outing. "Magnificent," Snape replied, "is a very appropriate description; especially on a day like today."

They left the inn just before noon and began the modest walk to the cliffs. Comfortable in their anonymity, Severus and Medina held hands along the way and chatted happily about how much they'd enjoyed the way they spent the previous day together. Professor Snape found that he had great difficulty in looking at anything other than Medina and the way her silver-blond hair danced in the stiff breeze as they neared the shoreline. Medina noticed Severus' attention and squeezed his hand with a shy smile. The roar of the ocean crashing against the distant base of the cliffs notified the couple that they had reached their destination. Slowly edging to the brink where the cliffs meet the ocean, holding Professor Snape's hands tightly to lean out into the iridescent salt spray rising from the rocks below, Medina shouted over the ocean's roar, "This is incredible Sev! It's violent and beautiful at the same time!" Severus simply smiled as he held onto her, fearful that her exuberance would cause Medina to tumble over the edge. "I'd hoped you'd think so!" he shouted back against the upwelling gusts. They spent the next several hours walking through the soft grass along the cliff line, Medina talking happily about any number of things; Severus conversing while playing the scene of his proposal repeatedly in his head.

It was nearly one o'clock before Professor Snape and Medina realized they had gone well beyond lunch, both agreeing that it was time for their simple picnic. Retrieving the familiar plaid blanket from her knapsack, Medina spread it upon the thick grass beneath a few knotty, windblown trees. A bottle of red wine, some fruit and cheese, and the couple had a quaint meal lying before them. "Sev, are you alright?" Medina asked. "You look like you've got something on your mind." Setting a small handful of cherries down on his plate, Severus looked up and said, "I'm fine Mina … and, I do have something on my mind." With a sinking feeling in her stomach, fearful that his words would somehow bring an end to this wonderful affair, Medina swallowed noticeably and said, "Whatever it is, I hope you feel confident enough in our friendship to tell me … maybe I can help." Forcing himself to look squarely into her bottomless blue eyes, Severus said, "These last few months with you have been incredible for me … and … well, I've enjoyed the times we've spent working together and walking together … and," he paused once more, obviously struggling to complete the thought. "I want to spend the rest of my days with you at my side …" Not wanting to believe that this was happening for fear that it may not be real; Medina said nothing, hoping that Professor Snape would continue. "Mina, would you take some time and consider becoming my wife?" he finished calmly, staring into his glass of wine. Were it not for the smile that spread across her face, the tears in Medina's eyes would certainly have led Severus to believe she found his proposal unacceptable. "Sev, please don't misinterpret my words as those of carelessness or hastiness," she said seriously, "but, I've dreamt of this since the day we resumed our lessons together. I want nothing more than to spend my life with you." Professor Snape shook his head, momentarily dumbfounded by the sincerity of her acceptance. "I feel like I'm watching two people from a distance," he tried awkwardly to explain. "This feels surreal; wonderful, but surreal." Nodding her head gently in agreement, Medina said, "Especially for me – remember … this wasn't supposed to be possible." It was then that Severus heard the snap of a twig from the nearby tree line. Turning to see whether other picnickers were approaching their secluded spot, Professor Snape was horrified to catch a glimpse of someone with whom he had been allied during his days in Lord Voldemort's service. He was almost certain that the man briefly exposed through the nearby birch branches was Walden Macnair; but was it? 'How could it be?' Snape thought to himself. 'And what would he be doing here if it were?' Greatly disturbed by this fleeting image, Severus gathered Medina close to him and whispered, "The sun will be setting soon, perhaps we should return to the inn." Medina snuggled further into Snape's chest and replied, "Can't we just enjoy this a bit longer?" unwilling to so quickly relinquish their outing. "When the sun sets along the coast, it becomes very cold and damp. I don't want you becoming ill." Sighing with acquiescence Medina happily said, "You're right. I don't want to have a swollen, runny nose when we exchange vows." Professor Snape and Medina collected their picnic things and returned to The Golden Hind for their last evening together before returning to Hogwarts.

*

Severus did not wish to wait long before exchanging vows as he had spent so many long years the confirmed bachelor; Medina was in agreement as she had spent so many long years painfully submissive to her inflicted loneliness. "Sev," Medina began quietly as they shared a corner of Snape's couch. "Are you familiar with the muggle practice of elopement?" Searching his memory for recollection of the word Severus said, "No, I don't recognize the term." Medina turned to face Professor Snape saying, "Well, quite simply, it involves two people who intend to marry spiriting off from their friends and family to exchange vows in seclusion. There's a bit more to it, but that's the basic idea." "I just assumed you would want a formal ceremony with throngs of acquaintances in attendance," Severus replied. "It's not that I don't find a wedding like that intriguing;" Medina said, "but, like you, I'm a very private person. And, if it would be alright, I'd prefer to share the ceremony alone with you … on our island." Immediately recognizing the symbolic simplicity of her suggestion, Severus answered, "I can honestly think of no better way, no better place, to make you my wife." Medina was once more unable to keep tears of happiness from welling in her eyes, which continued to reflect her astonishment with Severus' understanding of her feelings. "I can't believe," she said, "that you've been out here somewhere all this time; and that this is actually going to happen." "Mina," Professor Snape responded, "if I may make one suggestion about the ceremony?" "Of course … anything." she answered smiling. "Would you have any objection to Professor Dumbledore performing the ceremonial rite itself?" Knowing now that were it not for the Headmaster she would forever continue to move endlessly through a life of lonely suffering, Medina said, "That would be perfect Severus … absolutely perfect." "Thank you." Severus said happily. "Let's ask him together in the morning."

*

"Come in please," said Professor Dumbledore in response to a knock on the Headmaster's door. Severus opened the large wooden door and permitted Medina to enter before him. "Good morning, good morning," Albus said cheerfully as he motioned for his guests to be seated. "Headmaster," Snape replied politely. "Good morning Sir," said Medina as she crossed the room to take a seat in front of Dumbledore's desk. Severus stood behind Medina's chair, straightened his tunic and said, "Headmaster, we've come to ask a favor." "Certainly Severus, what is it?" Albus replied. "Medina has consented to be my wife," Professor Snape said quietly, "and we would very much like to have you perform the rite." The Headmaster beamed with happiness as he stood behind his desk. "I would be honored Severus. Medina, I am so very happy for you both," Albus said as he reached over and shook Severus' hand. "Have you made arrangements for the wedding yet?" Dumbledore continued. "We've decided that we wish to have the ceremony privately on the North Island in Black Lake," answered Medina. "Certainly you're not planning on denying the staff the opportunity to congratulate you as well?" asked the Headmaster. "We hadn't actually discussed whether we would host a reception after the ceremony. We'd only agreed upon our desire to keep the ceremony a private affair with you as our sole witness," Severus concluded. "I'll be happy to perform the rite Severus, but please take some time to consider a reception. Your friends here would be most disappointed were they prevented from expressing their happiness for you both." "Certainly Headmaster," Professor Snape replied. "We wanted to establish whether you would share the ceremony with us before considering any other activities," Medina added. "As I said, I would be delighted," answered Albus.

Medina rose from her chair to leave Professor Dumbledore's chamber as Severus said, "Medina, I will meet you back in the laboratory shortly. I wish to speak to the Headmaster for a few moments." "Shall I begin preparing today's tests?" Medina asked. "If you wouldn't mind, that would be a great help," Snape replied with a smile. "Thank you again Professor," Medina said upon leaving the Headmaster's chamber. "You're most welcome Medina," Albus answered warmly. Professor Snape closed the heavy door behind Medina as she departed and took a seat across from the Headmaster's desk. "Would you like some tea Severus?" Professor Dumbledore asked as he poured a cup for himself. "No thank you Sir. I've something potentially quite serious to discuss with you … I need your advice," Professor Snape said quietly. "What is it Severus, you look very concerned." Shifting uncomfortably in his chair, Snape continued, "Sir, while Medina and I spent the weekend in Maxton, I saw something near the cliffs that startled me profoundly." Professor Dumbledore said nothing as he set the cup and saucer on his desk. Severus continued, "I saw Macnair watching us from the tree line. I'm sure of it … I'm certain it was him." Albus asked, "Did Medina see this man?" "No Sir," Severus replied. The Headmaster rubbed his chin while considering the many implications of the sighting. After a few moments thought he said, "Well Severus, I cannot hope to know what the meaning of that appearance was; however, I do believe that we can assume it was not by chance that Macnair was at that particular place, on that particular day." "I agree," said Severus tensely. "I think we may also assume that word of your relationship will be returned to Lord Voldemort." Professor Snape nodded his head in agreement, a look of concern consuming his face as he said, "That is my fear as well, but I am at a loss as to what precautions should be taken regarding our pending wedding and reception." So as not to compound the seriousness of the situation, Professor Dumbledore said, "We cannot allow fear of the Dark Lord to diminish the happiness we feel during this wonderful occasion. As such, I recommend we proceed as planned, but with a great deal more awareness and vigilance." "Yes Sir. I thought that may be what you would say," replied Snape. The Headmaster finished his tea and said, "I will make a few inquiries, just to see whether any plans regarding interrupting your activities are in work by Voldemort and his followers." "Thank you Sir. And please, if you think of any further precautions we should take, I would be most grateful for your help and advice." Professor Dumbledore rose from his chair and followed Professor Snape to the chamber door. "Don't worry Severus. Medina will become your wife and all of this concern will become a mere memory," said Albus warmly. "Good night Sir. And thank you for granting our request," concluded Severus as he left the Headmasters chamber to return to the dungeons and Medina.

*

The wedding was arranged for the third Saturday in October, with a small reception to be held in greenhouse three following the ceremony. Both Severus and Medina were contentedly happy as they made the final preparations for the service. All of Hogwarts, excepting a few Slytherin students, were excited about the marriage. Some because they could not believe that anyone would ever have accepted Snape's proposal, but most because they knew that Severus and Medina were terribly in love and obviously very happy together.

Professor Snape found that whenever he let his thoughts drift to those of the wedding day, and more so to those of the wedding night, he became nervous to the point of panic. This was not because he questioned or doubted the decision to marry, but mostly because he could still not believe that after so many years convinced he would never find someone to love and be loved by in return, he now had Medina. One week before the planned ceremony, Severus decided that the only way he would be able to remain calm and not fixate on the eminent activities was to submerge himself in study and potions research. As such, regardless of the hour, Professor Snape could be found in his classroom hovering over any number of cauldrons that bubbled furiously with all manner of elixir. Medina did not mind his relative seclusion and completely understood that this was her future husband's way of coping with the emotional stress of this completely new experience. Instead, she spent her time quietly preparing small gifts that she intended giving Severus each day of their honeymoon on the Mediterranean Coast. She rose early on the Sunday prior to the following Saturday's service and traveled to the North Island; she wanted to make sure that everything was prepared well in advance of their arrival six days hence.

The Sunday noon meal came and went before Professor Snape realized that he had not seen Medina in the castle since their previous evening together. Finding this somewhat unusual, he finished the test he had been working on all morning and cleaned up his potion materials. A brief return to his personal chamber was all that was necessary to discover Medina's whereabouts as she had left a note upon his desk:

Sev,

I didn't want to interrupt you this morning while you were working. I've gone to North Island for the day to collect a few herbs and make sure that everything is as it should be for our Saturday ceremony.

I'll see you for dinner if your research allows – I tentatively planned on a quiet meal in your room if you'd like.

Love,

M.

Professor Snape smiled as he put the note in a small cedar box upon his bookshelf. He had, since their very first correspondence, saved every letter Medina had sent. 'I shall surprise Medina and bring dinner to the island for her,' Severus thought as he left the chamber for the castle kitchens.

The wind had picked up since morning, and the short trip in the wooden skiff was considerably more difficult than usual as a result. Snape laughed at himself as he struggled to keep the boat heading in the correct direction; each gust pushing him back toward the shoreline. 'I should've just apparated,' he thought, 'I'd have been there ten minutes ago.' It was then that he noticed a flash of brilliant green light emanate from the center of North Island; a familiar flash that brought with it a nauseating feeling of recognition. Another gust of wind pushed the sound of high-pitched laughter into his ears. Only one person laughed in that cold, disturbing way.

Professor Snape rowed the skiff furiously toward the island; so distressed by these events that it did not occur to him to apparate there instead. Before the boat landed safely on shore, Severus leapt from its bow, splashing shin deep into the frigid, black water. The breath in his chest caught sharply as he broke through the birch trees, into the grassy meadow within which he'd spent so many happy hours in Medina's company. 'It cannot be,' he thought numbly at the first sight of Medina lying in the deep grass. Rushing to her body, Severus could not contain the yelp of pain and horror that issued from his body. Medina was dead. He knew Medina was dead. He knew Medina was dead upon seeing the green flash that heralds the Killing Curse; but, he could not believe Medina was dead because to do so would destroy him. "Did you honestly think we would not find out about this Severus?" came the condemning words of Lord Voldemort from a distance. Snape found that he was powerless to do anything other than kneel motionless and in pain at Medina's side; wondering how much of the words 'Avada Kedavra' one heard before dying. "Oh no Severus," Voldemort continued unseen, "we're not going to kill you. That would be far too kind, even for someone as benevolent as I. No, we are going to let you live. We are going to let you live and feel and grow old with the image of your dead mudblood to keep you company." Again, the Dark Lord's sickeningly cold laughter filled the air as the 'pop' of his apparition made impossible any retribution by Severus who found he could not bring himself to leave Medina's body.

*

Several months passed since the day Professor Snape's life change irrevocably, and although he continued with his duties as Hogwarts' Potions Master, he did so as an emotionless shadow of his former self. Each evening before attempting to sleep, the insomnia a permanent part of his punishment, Severus read through the parchment letters exchanged between himself and Medina; always ending with the one in which she'd described the impossibility of a happily-ever-after for herself, early in their relationship. "Yes Medina. You were indeed the most perceptive woman I will have ever known," he said respectfully. "I've now loved two women in my life...make no mistake, there will not be a third."

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