Chapter 116: The Parameters Of Human Contact

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{"I'm running out of time and I'm feeling like a ghost...Got these aches in my body, feel it in my bones...I've been coughing up blood, I guess I don't need it...I've been burying myself in my feelings...Can't change the world, through the lens of glass ceilings...All these worries in my head...When the sky falls new horizons...Been coming up short all my life...",Viktor "Arcane Rap" DPS/Golden EMP}

The Sitting Room, The Snape Residence, Spinner's End, Cokeworth, England, Muggle World...

Unable to keep himself from falling apart, Severus Snape found himself draped over a bucket vomiting profusely as a concerned Narcissa Malfoy stood by terrified of what was happening to her oldest and dearest friend in the wake of his killing of the headmaster of Hogwarts in place of her only son. He had lived up to his vow and as a result fulfilled it in true fashion but the ramifications had been what they were. She didn't need to ask him what occurred, Draco and Bellatrix had given a fine report to The Despot in record time. Snape rolled onto his back drenched in sweat and half naked due to Narcissa spelling off his coat and shirt in a bid to help him breathe better. His obsidian eyes seemed lifeless as he lay on his back his gaze a thousand miles away as his body seemed to be wrecked with a small measure of pain. Narcissa had not known how to help him, as she'd known all too well the broken look that filed across his sallow pale face even in the semi-darkness of the sitting room.

Lucius had more or less the same far off look and blank expression when he'd been tortured and forced to serve time in Azkaban Prison for his most recent failure. The report from Bellatrix had been sufficient enough for The Dark Lord to arrange his release and he'd been brought home although noticeably broken and rather uncharacteristically silent despite stalking the halls of his birthplace.

"Severus," said Narcissa softly as he kneeled down to the floor wishing for a remedy to aid her dear friend.

"L-Leave me." said Snape in something of a broken tone.

"You shouldn't be alone, not now." said Narcissa in a soft and sympathetic tone.

"I SAID LEAVE!" hissed Snape glaring at Narcissa with rage behind his dark eyes.

The elegant witch sighed before planting a kiss on Severus Snape's pale cheek before getting back to her feet and taking her leave of him and Spinner's End. It had pained her to see him so low but she had been grateful if nothing else that he'd taken all of the agony away from Draco and she made up her mind to see him through whatever ailed him no matter how angry he got about it.

A crack of thunder and she was gone but a second resounding crack of thunder had echoed signaling the arrival of none other than Hermione Granger in disguise. Slowly she made her way inside, the wards immediately recognizing the wife of the occupant as she slipped inside the old dilapidated brick house beyond the heavy black door. It didn't take her long to find her husband bruised and broken as he lay on the floor his eyes far away and his expression blank.

He made no move to look upon her as she stepped rather gingerly into the darkened room unsure of what to expect from him or herself for that matter.

"So you've come at last, foolish girl." said Snape his voice surprisingly deeper and more dark than ever before. "No doubt you are driven by your pathetic romanticized notions of course."

"S-Severus." she said with a look of absolute anguish filed across her face.

Snape did his best to ignore her voice in his ear the images of the bodies he'd been forced to accumulate in the wake of both wizarding wars had him unable to even want her voice near him.

"Leave." growled Snape feeling the tumultuous inner struggle worsen.

Hermione ignored him choosing instead to approach the ailing man. With a wave of her wand she put him at ease and proceeded to use a spell to see into his memories leading up to Dumbledore's death. Snape struggled some attempting to kick her out of his mind but he'd been much to weak from the emotional event and couldn't seal it away in his consciousness before she'd gotten to see the truth.

Hermione gasped in shock as she turned her attention back to the ailing man who had tears streaming down his sallow pale cheeks.

"Why?" he asked still reeling from the memory.

Hermione had tears streaming down her cheeks as well and kneeled beside him.

"I had to know." she replied. "He didn't give you any choice."

"N-Neither did you." replied Snape in a rather broken tone. "I can't let you leave here knowing."

"I know." replied Hermione sadly as she wiped away the tears from his sallow pale cheeks.

She found herself unable to resist as she leaned down and captured his harsh pale lips in a heated kiss. Despite his anguish over the death of the former Headmaster, Severus Snape returned his wife's kiss knowing all too how well precious little time he might have had with her once he'd been a hunted man in the eyes of The Ministry and The Order Of Phoenix. The Death Eaters were also bound to be aiming for him in a bid to take down the wizard whom had finally killed Dumbledore for glory of their own.

No longer of the mind to hold back, Snape slowly pulled his young wife into his trembling arms holding her tight as she slowly moved to straddled his waist. The series of kisses after the fact continued and before either of them had known it, Hermione found her attire discarded as they maneuvered about on the sitting room floor. The Potions Master's focused had shifted from his misery onto the very person who seemed to make all of his unstated suffering worth while in the form of his young wife. Of all the decisions that Albus Dumbledore had made in terms of running the former Slytherin's life he was more than grateful to have been forced into his marriage with Hermione Granger with it being the old man's greatest measure of manipulation.

The yellow-red orange glow of the fireplace had been the only light amid the darkness that surrounded the two of them as Severus Snape took a few moments to discard his own attire until he'd been as naked as his young wife amid the old rug he'd casually placed in the sitting room on a whim during the summer. Their silhouettes were likely quite the sight along the far wall amid the faint glow of the crackling fireplace, oddly an ideal scene for what they had in mind despite the manner in which they had gotten there.

Hermione gasped aloud as she clung to her husband, who had taken a moment to kiss the sensitive flesh of her neck while towering above her as she rested her body against the rug on the floor. The crackling of the fire had been the only other sound aside from their mutual breaths in the wake of Snape fitting himself between his young wife's thighs. Just as before whenever they'd been together this way, Severus Snape let out a low hiss at the sensation of his massive cock easing past the soft folds of his young wife's sodden entrance and he thrust forward filling her as he always had as she closed her eyes tight and bit down on his shoulder taking him in as he proceeded to allow her to adjust to him.

Thoughts of what it truly meant to be at war entered her weary young mind and more tears began to flow down her supple cheeks as Snape gently kissed them away despite his own aching sorrow and the impending doom he sensed once this night had come to an end.

"I-I love you Severus." said Hermione meeting his eyes after opening hers once more.

"You shouldn't." replied Snape as he focused on allowing his young wife to adjust to him before proceeding with adhering to their mutual lust.

Truth be told, he had simply wished to prolong the inevitable, seeking to take her nice and slow with the expectation that this, would more than likely be the last time he'd have her in this way and that his death in accordance with his own morbid thoughts had not been that much further away with Albus dead and The Dark Lord's coupe on The Ministry assured.