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Chapter Fourteen

Abby lay there next to Snape, her breathing rough and rapid, same as his. She smiled and placed her hand on top of his which lay flat against her stomach. She felt sated and complete and just – ready for round two.

A few minutes later…

Abby sat there on the bed watching Severus storm off into the bathroom. He had suddenly stiffened, jerked his hand away from her skin and left.

Never had she felt more awkward, she thought as she fell back against the sheets. Not even when she had walked in on her boyfriend and his best friend, who thankfully was a woman.

She took a deep breath and realized Severus' scent was all she smelt. It will never leave her and she knew this deep down. He might think what they had just done was a mistake but she didn't.

Scratching her palm she got up.

Snape looked at himself in the mirror and wondered what Abigail saw when she looked at him. What he saw was a murderer, an evil being and a coward. What is it she could possibly see in him?

What happened between them was a mistake. It will never happen again, he will stay with her for the duration of this trip but as soon as they get back to their homes he was Dissapparating back to Hogwarts.

He heard the door knob click and turned to watch Abigail saunter into the bathroom naked. His eyes, of their own accord strayed to the sway of her hips and the caramel cream of her skin. Without so much as looking at him she stepped into the shower and turned on the facet.

This shower was generously made with a glass sliding door allowing him full view of her torturous body as water cascaded down her breasts and back. She had her face raised into the spray of water and her long blond hair was now slick against her back, arms and chest.

Abby could feel Severus' hot gaze on her skin and turned to see him take a deep gulp, his eyes swiftly rising to her own. She smiled at him and he turned to the mirror and looked at himself. Feeling childish, Abby drew on the glass door which was now frosted because of the steam.

Snape raised his gaze as he heard the distinct rubbery sound of wet skin rubbing against glass. Abby had drawn a smiley face on the door and had an enticing breast pressed up against the glass. He was close to joining her, so close - but the shrill sound of the room's phone filled the room.

He could have sworn he heard Abigail sigh as he headed into the adjacent room.

"Yes?" he barked as he lifted the receiver to his face. He still couldn't understand why some wizards found muggle forms of communication rather fascinating.

"Severus Snape?" came a feminine whisper from the other end of the line.

Not sure who it was he asked, "Who am I speaking to?"

"This is Annabel. Look, I can't talk long. Don't come back to see me today, I will not be at my home. Take Abigail and head back to your home, it isn't safe right now. There are terrible conspiracies being formed." There came a sharp intake of breath, a child's cry and a few muttered words from the background.

Snape was about to ask what was going on when she continued, "It isn't safe for us, right now, especially Abigail. I will find the both of you when I can, just promise to take care of my cousin."

"What- " Snape began but she cut in again more hurried this time.

"Please, I hadn't known but she has been chosen to-"

But the line went dead.

Snape stood there befuddled. It wasn't safe? What conspiracy? What was Abigail chosen for?

All Snape could tell was that it didn't sound good. None of it did. He was contemplating heading over to Annabel's home anyway just to check what was going on.

Snape had just relayed what Annabel had told him to Abigail and was watching her intently. At first she looked like she didn't believe him, she just gaped at him and shook her head. But she must have changed her mind when she asked if they should just go and check up on Annabel and her family.

"I believe that they are already far away by now." He told her.

She was silent for a while, "What do you think is going on here?"

"I can't really say. I hadn't even known werewolves were still plentiful. They were believed to be near extinction a couple of years back but apparently they have just been in hiding." He looked over at her, she looked worried.

Seeing that she needed to be comforted Snape cleared his throat awkwardly, "I'm sure she and her family know how to protect themselves if the situation becomes dangerous."

She smiled but didn't look at him, "Oh, I know. It just feels weird knowing they could be in danger and here I am heading back home like nothing is wrong."

"I'm sure her husband can manage himself and she said that she'll find us when everything is right again."

"Alright." Abigail said, but Snape could see that she still felt sick about leaving so soon. "But what could I have to do with any of this?" she whispered to herself, and Snape pretended to not have heard.

Two weeks had passed and Abigail was starting to feel as if the entire rendezvous hadn't been real.

As soon as they had arrived Snape had locked himself into his home for a couple of hours to 'talk' to a few people. How? Abigail didn't know, because he didn't own a phone or a computer, so he must be using magic to connect with everyone.

Why not? She thought. He could do everything else imaginable with magic.

She enjoyed their days but after awhile Severus was really starting to get on her nerves, after Dumbledore, who he spoke fondly yet with annoyance of, didn't respond back to him, he refused to stop stalking her. She liked spending time with him but he was becoming very anal, he wasn't spending time with her he was protecting her, and what annoyed the hell out of her most was that he never gave up the opportunity to point this out. He insisted on sleeping on her couch, which also didn't bother her but he acted as if they had never slept together – he was even trying to stop talking to her. He was acting like a strict bodyguard more than anything else towards her now.

"What are you doing out there?" Abby yelled through her window down at Severus who was stalking back and forth in her garden.

He looked up, met her eye and then looked back at the scenery. He was driving her mad.

Snape sighed and continued walking around in circles looking at and for nothing in particular. He had been ignoring Abigail as best as he could even if sleeping in the same house as she was. But she wasn't one you could ignore very easily.

He could tell that she was getting mad at him for acting as he was, but better mad than alternatives.

Dumbledore still hadn't gotten back to him as yet and this was annoying Snape. He had conveyed everything that he had learnt to Dumbledore the moment they had arrived but Dumbledore hadn't said much in the meeting. He had just nodded and listened intently, then murmured something about meeting with an old friend, but not having any idea how to reach this person.

Snape heard Abigail let out an unpleasant frustrated sound as she slammed her window shut. He smiled, she was trying harder then ever to get his attention, he couldn't even imagine what she thought his problem was.

He looked up at the thunder clouds forming and rumbling over the trees of the forest on every side of him.

This past weekend had been hectic, it was Fred and Johnny's last time staying with Abby since their mother was coming back and like the weekend before that, he had had to stay in his own home. He had been up all throughout the night watching her premises for intruders, whether wizard or werewolf. Sometimes he would sit on her windowsill and just stare at her through the glass.

He knew that if he had asked her if he could stay, she would have let him. He knew that if he had entered her room she would have welcomed him. He knew that every time he left her standing at her front door she wanted to ask him to stay.

These were the exact reasons why he stayed away – well as far as him protecting her would allow him.

She didn't know him; she was naive to think that he was worth anything. Perhaps she was just grateful that he was watching over her.

"Will you stop sneaking around my yard and come inside! I don't need protecting, you ghoul, I need a friend!"

Snape sighed as he watched Abby walk across the fresh green grass towards him with a scowl on her face - so much for making excuses for her.