An Unforgettable Love Story

Chapter 5

Professor Harven was instructing a lesson to a class of third years, when she suddenly could not write anymore. In fact, she hardly could hold her wand up.

"Professor, are you alright?" asked Laura, a Gryffindor in the front row. "Would you like me to call for Madam Pomfrey?"

Professor Harven glanced at the student. She did not wish for everyone to know. She refused to be like all the others, to just last one year. She was here to stay. She hoped.

"No, Laura, however thank you. Christopher, would you please come copy these notes onto the board for me? I need to discuss something with another professor. It is rather vital."

Christopher, a Hufflepuff who was more often than not rather unruly and arrogant, promptly consented, and commenced doing as he had been told.

Meanwhile, Professor Harven headed at once to the dungeon. She did not understand precisely why she was going there, but something was telling her Severus might be able to relieve her pain. She did not know what hurt more, the Mark smoldering ruthlessly on her shoulder, or the thought of seeing Severus again.

She tried to stand upright, so she would not attract attention to herself, but it was hard. She had never had the Mark burn like this. Was Severus in this much pain? Why did she care?

When she got to the dungeon, she did not know what to do. She continued gazing at his the entrance to his office, feeling that this was a mistake. But something made her knock. Some power, some magic, was causing her do things she would never normally do.

The door, little by little, opened. With every creak and groan it made, she would tremble a little more. When she saw Severus, she did the only thing she could. She collapsed in his arms.

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Clytemnestra came around up something like an hour later, resting on a pallet on Snape's office floor. He was placing ice on her shoulder and a cool rag on her brow, but his frosty caress was sufficient enough to cool her down. She glanced up. There were no words shared; there weren't any to be said.

Severus placed his icy fingers on her bare chest. She only just realized that she was unclothed. But, with as odd as it felt to have Severus touching her in such a way, she didn't stop him. Why, she didn't know. Severus began to kiss her, more passionately than ever before. That passion soon changed.

It soon became rough, and without any care of how desperate she may seem, she began to remove his robes. She couldn't believe she was doing this, that she was allowing him to touch her thigh with his sub-zero hands. She wanted it. She wanted him to take her, and he did.

Soon, he was as naked as she, and without and foreplay, he gave her everything he had. She screamed with pain. True, she was not a virgin, but never had she been taken with such force. Never had she wanted to be, either.

Climax came easy for both of them. In no time at all, Severus began to moan and gasp, and was still giving her more. She no longer just laid there either. She found her hands reaching for something, anything, even herself.

Clytemnestra began to scream and cry all at the same time. In the heat of the moment, she cried out, "Lucius!"

Severus stopped.