Snape In Love

Chapter 13

I have never felt like this
For once I'm lost for words
Your smile has really thrown me
This is not like me at all
I never thought I'd know
The kind of love you've shown me

Now, no matter where I am
No matter what I do
I see your face appearing
Like an unexpected song
An unexpected song
That only we are hearing

I don't know what is going on
Can't work it out at all
Whatever made you choose me
I just can't believe my eyes
You look at me as though
You couldn't bear to lose me

Now, no matter where I am
No matter what I do
I see your face appearing
Like an unexpected song
An unexpected song
That only we are hearing

(Don Black, Song And Dance)

On the day that Severus decided to discharge himself from Madam Pomfrey´s care I was helping Sirius in the Potions classroom as he taught a seventh year class. The lesson was nearly over when the classroom door swung open with a bang, and we were surprised to see Severus stride in. One pointed look from his black eyes told me that I was not to greet him in any obvious way in front of the students, so I simply raised an eyebrow and continued putting ingredients away with Hermione.

"Ah, Professor Snape, how nice to see you up and about!" Sirius greeted him, in a tone rather too obsequious to be sincere. I rolled my eyes at Hermione, and we tried not to giggle. Shooting a dark glance at us both, Severus said acidly,

"Would you be so kind as to tell me what you have been doing, Black? This is still my classroom, I believe?"

"Just keeping it warm for you, Professor Snape. Isn´t that right, Ella?" Sirius replied cheerily, winking at me ostentatiously. Severus bristled, and I shook my head, wondering why he always had to rise to the bait that Sirius delighted in laying.

Mercifully, the bell rang to signal the end of the lesson, and Severus decided to take out his wrath on the students instead, barking

"Well, why are you all still sitting here? Get out of my classroom! Except for you, Potter and Weasley. And you too, Granger."

Severus stood uncomfortably next to his desk as the three students approached it.

"Mr Weasley, Miss Granger, I- er- just wanted to- thank you for all your hard work in trying to find the counter spell for Voldemort´s curse. I appreciate your efforts."

Ron looked amazed to hear such a gracious apology from his irascible Potions master. Hermione looked very smug, and said, smiling,

"Being an insufferable know-it-all can have its uses, Professor!"

Severus looked at her inscrutably, but not unkindly, and said,

"Indeed."

Then, turning, he said, "Thank you, Harry. I appreciate what you did. I believe I owe you my life," and he stretched out his hand to Harry and shook hands formally. Harry beamed at him and said,

"You´re welcome, Professor Snape!" earning a small stiff smile in return. I hugged Harry hard, and his godfather Sirius clapped him on the back with a "Well done, Harry!" as they left the classroom.

Severus and I were alone at last. He came up behind me and brushed his lips against my hair, whispering "Ella...I want to- make love to you. Now." as his arms snaked around my waist. I sank back against him, no longer trusting my legs to support me. He shivered and sighed, his breath hot in my hair. I leant my head against his chest, my cheek rubbing on the heavy fabric of his robes as I lifted my head to look at him. His eyes were darker than black, hooded with desire, and his hands reached up to cup my breasts through my robes, which had become too thick, too constricting. Nevertheless, I could feel his touch, and my nipples hardened as I felt the familiar tug deep inside that called to him whenever I was near him.

He bent his head to kiss my lips, too briefly. Then with one fluid motion he had picked me up in his arms and was carrying me purposefully towards his office. He shut and locked the door behind us with a muttered locking charm, and, without breaking his stride, took me directly into his bedroom.

He set me down and, with a wild look in his eyes that no doubt shone back at him from my own, he began to undress me. He slipped my robes from my shoulders and tossed them to one side. Then, he began to untie my blouse, greedily kissing every inch of bare flesh as he exposed it. I fumbled with the buttons on his clothing until I grew impatient at last and ripped them off, my reward being a deep chuckle from Severus and the sight of his bare, muscular shoulders, which I kissed and bit as he did mine.

My desire for him was white-hot, and I gasped as he ran his hands, fingers splayed, slowly up and down my spine and over the contours of my body. His arousal strained against the fabric of his trousers and boxers, and he uttered a deep groan as I released it. As I leaned against one of the bedposts at the foot of the bed, he lifted me so that my arms were around his neck, and I wound my legs round his waist, desperate to be filled. I cried out his name, arching my back as my body accommodated him, as he held me tightly, sweating, breathing my name. Sweet release would be such a relief for us both.

The white heat of our passion had been a flame for so long that its incandescence consumed us quickly. I screamed out his name, waves of sensation overwhelming me, heat spreading outwards from my core, my internal muscles spasming, massaging Severus as he too reached his climax, as we clung together mindlessly as our bodies found their release at last.

Sweating and trembling, Severus carried me round to the side of the bed and lay me gently on the green counterpane. I felt hollow, empty without him inside me, and when he lay down next to me we wrapped ourselves around one another, unable to get close enough.

As I lay nestled in his arms, my face against his chest, breathing him in, he kissed the top of my head, stroking my sweat-dampened hair. After a while I pulled away from him slightly in order to look up at him. I needed to see his face, to be sure he wasn´t preparing to cast me aside as he had done all those months before. All the answer I needed was in his eyes, limpid black pools of endless longing, hoping, and love.

"I could drown in your eyes," I murmured, smiling at myself for using such an old cliché. He closed his eyes, the frown line deepening between them. "I know, too soppy. Mmmm. Forget I spoke," I said, pulling him closer, running my foot up and down his leg. He looked at me intently.

"It isn´t that," he answered softly. "I just- I´m not accustomed to this." He sighed, gently tracing my jaw line with his fingers as I gazed into his eyes. "I still don´t know what you see in me."

I stretched luxuriantly as I smiled,

"Apart from your intelligence, your strength, your wit, your undeniable physical charms? Can´t imagine..." and I was silenced by his kiss.

We kissed for a very long time, until our lips were sore and swollen and our heads were drunk on one another. Eventually his muscular arms, which had been enfolding me so tenderly, crushed me to him, and his hips shifted to press closer to mine so that I could feel his arousal growing against my thighs. My tongue continued to caress his, exploring his mouth and his teeth, retreating to allow his to do the same, his hands running all long my spine sending a tingling anticipation from the small of my back to my every nerve ending. I shivered, reaching to his head, my hand at the nape of his neck, his hair between my fingers, pulling him closer all the time. He moaned softly and moved on top of me, his knee pushing my legs further apart, his mouth now leaving mine to kiss his way down my neck, and further down, until one of my aching nipples was in his mouth. I gasped, my fingers still entangled in his hair, looking down as he sucked and licked it until the pulling between my legs was so intense I thought I wouldn´t be able to hold back any longer. I pulled his head back by his hair and pushed him off me forcefully, the surprise in his black eyes quickly replaced by a smouldering look, lips parted, as he realised what I was about to do.

I straddled him, leaning over him so my long hair brushed his chest, gasping "Ah!" as he filled me completely. His hands on my hips, he let out a cry and held me there, motionless, for a long moment, as we drank in the passion in each other´s eyes. He was sweating, his hair plastered to his face, breathing in heavy, ragged gasps through moist, parted lips. Slowly I pushed myself up, until I was kneeling astride him. I tensed the muscles inside myself once, twice, three times, and each time he arched his back and moaned, pushing up against me.

I slapped him across his face, sharply and hard. He cried out,

"Ow! What was that for?...Aaah!", his indignant complaint turning to another groan of pleasure as I gripped him inside me once more.

"That´s for making me wait a whole year for this," I hissed, and his lips curled back in an exultant grin.

"Show me how annoyed you are!"

"You want me to hit you again?"

"No, I want you to do what you do after hitting me!"

"Well then, I´m annoyed. I´m very annoyed," I said huskily, watching his chest heave and his face contort with pleasure, feeling his stiffness massage me inside as we thrust against each other, slippery with sweat and lust.

And then we could hold back no longer, and I felt the seed of pleasure inside me begin to bloom, then blossom, spreading and growing until my whole body was alight with a sweet agony so intense, so exquisite, that I could hardly bear it, and I was rocked up and down by his hands, still on my hips, as he too reached his climax, groaning and calling my name as I cried out in joy.

When it was over, I collapsed on to him, feeling him subside inside me as his heartbeat, pounding in my ear, slowed to a steadier rhythm. At last he rolled us over until he was looking down at me, and said in a low voice,

"Next time, I´m in charge! I´ll make you pay for this," pointing to his reddened cheek, "in ways so sweet your screams will echo through the castle!"

Smiling widely, we kissed once more.