Chapter One: The Grand Passion
Her lips were on his with great intensity, in a sense it was bruising and passionate, a feeling of being so possessed by another human being to the extent of madness. It had been so long since he felt another woman's touch -the fragile scent of her sexuality, the beads of sweat between two bodies in friction as they move in an erotic dance of love. To realize that the beautiful creature before you is tangible and in wanton for you.
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It was only a dream - a beautiful and erotic dream - one which in real life he would never have the pleasure of experiencing for real. It had been years of gazing in her direction with nothing but hunger in his eyes. The jealousy, which grew and grew of her husbands luck at finding such an excellent partner for life. It had been his dream to make love to such a gentle flower; he had heard from her husband that she was a tigress in the marital bed - that she was as deep as the darkened depths of the ocean and her skin as sweet as the flowers that once grew in the Hanging Gardens of Babylon.
He had never spoken of his passions to anyone else; he wrote about it in his diary all the time - the erotic dreams, which made him, cry out in ecstasy during the night. If someone were to find this diary, he would not know what to do. Hours upon hours he spent contemplating on what to do about his insatiable lusts. The only woman who he knew could fill this empty void in his life was Narcissa Malfoy, the wife of his closest friend - Lucius Malfoy.
From childhood he remembered visiting Narcissa's family when she was just a small girl and he was just a small boy. He remembered her lying under the trees of her childhood manor and pouring over endless books. He would keep her company by reading poetry to her, he knew she saw him as her childhood friend - not as a future lover or husband...just the boy who came to visit her on ocassions.
He remembered both their families sitting around the fireplace and discussing politics and their hatred of Mudbloods. The poison, which lurked behind closed doors, was unimaginable - most of the Pureblood families of great wealth in England were great supporters of the Dark Lord, they worshiped his new ideas and purifying tactics. Those were dark times - but the happiest times, when he could be around her, free of Lucius.
It had broken him when he found out she was to be married to Lucius. All his dreams vanished before his eyes in a bloody and horrible mess. He didn't think Lucius deserved her, just to be close to Narcissa he joined the Death Eaters, just to keep in contact with Lucius he joined the Death Eaters...he would kill for her - and he did.
There would be a day that she would no longer be in his dreams - a day where she would surrender herself body and soul. It was his only chance to prove to himself that joining the Death Eaters was not in vain.
She was worth every sacrifice he had to make in life.
Chapter Two: A Welcomed Invitation
December darkness rises from the grave, seeming as limitless as the sky above us. In this darkness our faces are a pale white, like shining discs. Surrounding us are clusters of trees - we are in the cemetery saying goodbye to Lord Lachlan Malfoy - a distant relative of the Malfoy's, but still one of the greatest money holes for Lucius. I was once again jealous of him, jealous that he would be receiving a handsome amount of money from the Lord and that he had the most beautiful creature standing by his side.
Her timeless face, the creamy white complexion of an angel. She stood there tall, it stunned me how in the saddest of times she maintained a strong composure, she still lifted her head high - looking towards the endless heavens of the sky. My eyes lingered down, looking at the fine materials she wore and how they were rapped so beautifully around her slim body. She had an elegant sense of fashion, always exposing a little of her skin - letting the mind imagine what is beneath her clothing. To no avail she was exposing her full bosom - surprising how a woman as slim and gentle as her could have such ample breasts - and Lucius would remind me on occasions.
We paid our respects to the deceased and watched his coffin being buried into the snow. To my joy, Narcissa came towards me - she had a mischievous smile on her magnificent face and came by my side to whisper these words to me - "Once again I am here paying my respects to a grumpy old man." I smiled at her comment.
"At least they have supplied your husband with generous amounts of money." I whispered in reply - admiring her beauty.
"You always speak wisdom Severus Snape," she chuckled. "Oh, will you be available Christmas Eve? I have a few interesting guests who will be showing up - I'd love you to come." I was thanking Merlin for her words - the thought of spending Christmas Eve with her and a few other intellectuals sounded like a dream. I didn't want to sound too joyous though.
"I'm afraid I will have to spend Christmas Eve at Hogwarts, Narcissa - I don't think I will be able to make it." On the outside my face was stern and rigid, but within I was intoxicated at the idea.
"Oh come one! That old bag will let you off the hook." She retorted. Glad with her persistence I accepted the offer.
"Very well - but I make no promises." I eyed her for a moment, waiting to see her reply.
"Good boy," She giggled. "Hope to see you then Severus." I watched as she edged away from me and back to stand next to Lucius who was trying desperately to look as though he were crying. I loathed him in the back of my mind. He was a decadent man who I knew enjoyed the company of other woman in his bed besides his beautiful goddess of a wife.
I couldn't understand sometimes the way he treated her. If she were mine she would be the only one I'd love and have - no other woman would count but her alone. After the funeral I walked away - watching her when suddenly she turned to look at me - our eyes locked. I couldn't tell what she was thinking when she looked at me - the look was unreadable. A combination of wonder and perhaps even desire.
Our time together would come soon - I'd make sure of it. I prayed the look on her face was partly desire - I held onto my dreams and hoped that our naked skin would touch one day in a passionate embrace. All I could do now was hope.
Chapter Three: Christmas Eve
Came Christmas Eve I stood at the front door with a gift in hand - it was for her. I had no trouble convincing the Headmaster that I really needed to visit the Malfoy's for Christmas Eve - I just informed him that I could collect information about the Dark Lord while being there. There was a gleam in the old man's eyes when I spoke of my reason. He knew something - does he know of my feelings for her
I heard the sound of a door being unlocked - here comes the elf, I thought to myself. None of the Malfoy's ever answered the door, except one time when Draco was testing his new toys in the entrance hall, as a little boy of seven. I wanted her to answer the door - I wanted to see her smile, her blue eyes look into my own and reassure me that I am welcomed. Tonight I was going to spend as much possible time around her - I didn't care what Lucius would think, I knew he would be flirting with a new employee from the Ministry.
"Master Snape," the elf bowed hesitantly. "The Mistress is expecting you in the dining area." Inwardly I was glad, I hadn't eaten in hours and this came to me as good news. The Malfoy's hired only the best chefs money could buy. Walking in I pulled my hood back - the snow from outside tumbled down onto the floor - turning into small puddles, (the rooms were always overheated in the manor).
I followed the house elf through the endless rooms until we reached large oak doors. This was the infamous dining room of the Malfoy's, where Lucius always entertained his guests. I pushed the door open; the house elf still huddled by my side. All the faces in the room turned to me - some I hadn't recognized were seated around Narcissa as she looked up at me with a satsified expression. "Severus, you made it!" She cried with glee.
"Master Snape." The elf grinned - then backed away into the hallway where he took a runner.
"I managed to convince the Headmaster to let me go this Christmas Eve." I spoke in my usual silky tone, admiring her beauty. Tonight she was wearing a revealing, elegant black dress. She looked sensational - I couldn't help but stare.
"Ah, Severus ... you made it." Lucius entered the room and came forwards to pat me on the shoulder. On the inside I wanted to murder him - I wanted to rip him into pieces, the confident look of a bastard, I thought to myself.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world." I exclaimed as my eyes wandered over to Narcissa - taking in her beauty - the gentle way her breasts heaved in her dress with every breath. It was too much for me to take; nonetheless I had to keep myself composed. It was going to be a difficult task for me this evening, to be in the presence of someone so beautiful and tempting, and not to touch.
The evening went on without a glitch. The food as usual was delicious - the wine was exceptional and the conversation interesting. I kept to myself mostly - occasionally a stranger came by to introduce themselves, (mostly women). Mostly I was looking at Narcissa - she was interacting with a German Governor, I crossed my fingers and hoped that he would not attract too much of her affections.
Just as I was becoming hesitant to speak with her - she made it easier for me and crossed the entire room just to stand in front of me, making me almost tear at her clothing - I had to hold back. She could tell that something was the matter - she did something, which almost made me jump. She stroked my arm and spoke these very welcomed words - "You look tense Severus, everything alright?" I was speechless with her gentleness.
"No - I'm alright." Looking into her eyes I tried to elicit a response from her, one that I would die for.
"Come for a walk with me if you would like?" She smiled - her bare hand still on my arm - oh she was so warm, it drove me mad. I couldn't believe my luck; she actually wanted to walk with me - alone! Now it was my chance to consummate my lusts and love.
"I'd love that." I replied. Taking her hand in mine, we left the crowded area and walked through the endless rooms, through the front doors and right into the gardens. The sky was a navy blue, the stars glittered in the sky as the moon shone down upon us. While she walked with me we remained silent. I looked at her hand in my own - her nails were perfectly shaped and the moonlight glowed onto her white skin and made it look as though she were translucent. She looked like an angel - I longed for her to be my angel, my lover or even my wife. I had one obstacle - Lucius.
"Lovely night isn't it?" She asked, taking her hand away from mine - I felt as though my blood stopped circulating.
"Indeed it is." I replied.
"I brought you here for a reason, I wanted to ask you something - something very important." She looked serious now - my heart completely stopped. What was she going to ask? What was she going to say to me? Within I hoped it was a confession of love - or asking me if I loved her perhaps.
"And exactly what would that be, Narcissa?" I looked at her questioningly. A fierce desire within me wanted to take her into my arms and shower her with kisses. I knew exactly what I would do to her if she let me. I could see it now, just like in my dreams ... her naked skin against mine - our tangled bodies in a violently pleasurable embrace ... within her was the only place I truly wanted to be.
Chapter Four: Something Else in Mind
I stood there - waiting for her answer. Her expression changed from serious to a light-hearted smile. I watched her eyes gleam with happiness for a split second - it was as though I also was filled with complete happiness. "Severus ... would you help me host Lucius' birthday party?" She was still smiling - but my insides were falling into pieces. Suddenly I felt the cold around me; I was no longer filled with warmth. Looking up to meet her gaze - I did something, which I know I will never regret.
Moving closer to her I bent over and whispered into her ear - "I had something else in mind..." The animal within me took over, I was transformed from the rigid man I was into a hungry beast - I pushed her to the manor's stone-cold castle wall. The look of fright was evident on her angelic face. Like a shadow I blocked the moonlight from her beautiful face, thrusting my hands forward - blocking her way of escape, I molded by body into hers - pressing her against my hard throbbing organ. Blood was pounding in my ears - I didn't even hear her cries as I buried my face into her neck.
"Severus! Severus please! Get off me!" I heard her voice finally as I returned from bliss. I looked up for a moment, she was looking into my own eyes - something was there, something unreadable, was it pleasure? My breathing quickened, she cried out again - moving forward again, I silenced her with my lips. Pressing even more so into her I deepened the kiss - the passion once again was alight in me. I took one hand away from the wall and slid it down - past her blonde locks, down her collarbone and onto her bosom. I closed my eyes and began to shudder violently - her skin was so warm and soft it drove me mad.
She pushed me off her and fell to the snow. I almost fell backwards when I steadied myself. She began to crawl in the snow and soon enough she pushed herself up against the stonewall. Her breathing was ragged - she began to trudge along in the snow and looking back towards me I saw that tears filled in her eyes. I felt terrible for a moment - but the feeling went away easily when I remembered the feel of her soft breast in my hand. My eyes narrowed - she would not reject me! I too trudged through the snow - I soon caught up with her and jumping forwards, I wrapped my arms around her and fell forwards, bringing both her and myself down once again into the snow. She cried out again. "Severus, please, let go of me!" I resisted and continued to hold her down.
I pulled her around to face me. I looked at her, my eyes strayed down to her breasts heaving in her corset and once again I hardened. She stopped struggling and continued to breath heavily. "I will not let go of you Narcissa." I hissed to her - my ragged breathing matching her own. She did not say anything, she just watched me, like an animal so frightened of its predator. I moved my hand up to her cheek and stroked the rosy skin for a moment - I never meant to cause such terror in her.
"Please let go of me..." She whimpered again, trying to push me off her and only managing to move just the slightest.
"Never." I whispered back to her.
"Oh god Severus ... please don't make this any harder than it already is for me." An icy tear rolled down her cheek. What did she mean? I thought to myself. Harder than it already is?
"What do you mean?" I said, trying my hardest to sound sympathetic - fighting away the urges to fill her up on the spot.
"Some things cannot be said," She murmured to me. Looking baffled I loosened my grip on her. "I must go back, please Severus, I don't want to ever see you again - if I do ... I - I ... I'll probably loose myself in idle fantasies." I stared at her, my eyes boring into her own - what she had said to me was terrible, in yet something she said made me feel that I was not alone in my feelings for her.
Wordlessly I let her go. I watched her walk back inside - she turned once to look at me, her face was full of so many emotions I could not even pinpoint. I sat there in the snow for some time; I looked towards the light filled windows of the manor. In there was the woman I loved - the woman who hid something from me - the woman I would die for. Getting up from the snow, which was slowly melting away all my lust - I was suddenly filled with hatred. A hatred towards Lucius - he was preventing me from having her, what she had said to me made it clearer than ever.
I would make a point of seeing her again - and this time I would use Lucius to my benefit.
Chapter Five: The Eve of Truth - I
The winter wind howled outside as snow beat down across my glass windows. I sat in my work chair and gazed at my numerous poisons - their sickly colours glinting through the glass bottles viciously. I concocted all of them, I am brilliant, amazing and spectacular, I was the Potion's Master - with my careful hands. This was no comfort in the cold nights ahead. The one thing I needed was a woman's company - a woman's flaxen hair hanging softly down white shoulders, and finishing at the tips of her breasts. That was spectacular.
As the eve approached I began to think about Narcissa again. What was she doing? Who was she with? Is she happy? I had to see her again, regardless of her request. She wouldn't dare tell Lucius what had happened and so this meant in Lucius' eyes, I was still quite welcomed at the manor.
Dear Lucius
Have you arranged the evening of chess yet?
I would like to partake in the event this time.
How is your son, does he need his tuition again?
Wednesday evening as usual I'm guessing.
Waiting for reply,
Severus
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You seem eager to visit, my silky friend.
Chess? Are you mad - you hate it from what I recall.
There will be no chess I'm afraid.
Draco won't need help with the assignment you set for him.
Wednesday as usual, I have other matters to discuss with you.
Oh and bring a poison of yours - I have a
rather annoying pest from the Ministry coming around.
P.S. Where the hell were you when we smoked cigars on Christmas Eve?
Lucius, your slippery friend.
I read the letter over again; he was inviting me to spend Wednesday evening at his manor. I was sure to see Narcissa - that's if she doesn't lock herself up in the library, (a usual habit of hers). Pocketing one of my potion's I was mentally preparing to see her again - this time she would not refuse me.
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I rode my horse to the manor, it was a far ride, but worth it in the end. Snow was falling once again from the sky; it came on and off and rarely stopped for a break. Through the gates I rode up to the front door of the manor - an elf answered. "Follow me, Master Snape." The little creature skipped before me, (I was surprised the Malfoy's hadn't beaten the life out of the elf yet). Slipping my traveling cloak off and handing it to the elf I entered the lounge where I came face to face with Lucius.
"Ah, Severus - meet Ivan McKeller, investigator from the Ministry" A tall dark man came forward - his breath was ragged and his eyes narrowed as he looked upon me. Something was frightening about this menace. One look told me he was here once again to investigate the Malfoy manor for any signs of corruption. The sweat from Lucius' temples looked as though he left a mess in his basement behind - the look was also pleading, pleading for me to help him. "Severus, why don't you go and err, get comfortable downstairs." That was enough for me to understand what he had meant. I had to clean up the dirty work for him while he spoke with the investigator. I wasn't going to lend the helping hand - yet again. Inwardly I was glad - I wanted Lucius to be caught, that way Narcissa would be mine, all mine.
I went upstairs to the library - to my surprise the doors were wide open. I stood there in the doorway when my gaze fell upon her. Her hair was up in a delicate bun, and her porcelain white skin glowed in the candlelight as she sat in a low armchair reading. I watched her beauty for a few moments until she turned quickly around to face me. I swallowed hard as my gaze fell to her clothing. She was wearing nothing but a gentle nightgown with a white robe. Her corset did not confine her breasts and I could see the fullness of them through the thin material. Her beautiful blue eyes widened at the sight of me. "Severus! What are you doing here?" She asked below a whisper. I stared at her, unable to reply, I was completely immobile.
"I could not stay away," I admitted finding my tongue. "I could not just walk away from you." My voice was quivering a little - I began finding it hard to breath.
"Why could you not stay away?" She asked me, placing her book down on the desk beside her.
"I have other things to say to you," I began to approach her. I noticed her breath quicken as I came closer, she was feeling uneasy, I could tell. Lust intoxicated the air around us - I had no doubt she could feel it too. She said nothing, she just sat in her armchair and watched me, and my eyes fixed on hers the entire time. I reached her finally and placed my hands on either side of the armchair's back. Her body was half facing mine as she sat. In her eyes I could see anticipation, burning hot lava beneath her icy surface. Tilting my head down, my lips mirrored with hers as I lightly brushed my lips against her own. I could now take in her perfume - the floral seductive scent that intoxicated me as a boy. One of my hands moved forward and found the front of her nightgown. Gently I slipped it a fraction down one of her shoulders, exposing more creamy white flesh. "I have other things to do to you." I murmured against her soft lips. Her body quivered at my touch - my lips met hers again; harder this time, fully capturing her lips in my mouth. I tasted victory when she whimpered softly. I knew of course, that most of the victory belonged to her. Kissing her was like kissing fire. My lips burned ... burned with hot desire as the kiss intensified.
My hand slipped away from her shoulder - with an expert hand I pulled undone the robe, so it slid down her back and onto the armchair. She pulled away suddenly, falling onto the wooden floor - her lips were full and red as she breathed raggedly. Her chest was heaving with every breath. I stood there watching her as I hardened. "Oh gods Severus ... what have we done?" She whispered. I strode over to the doors and closed them with a loud snap.
"It is only a sin when other's find out." I said smoothly as I saw my reflection in the polished wood of the doors.
continued in Chapters 6- (not yet received)
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