Blackwood. (A Severus Snape Love Story)

19.

I re-appeared in front of Hogwarts, tears silently streaming down my face.
My whole life has been a lie.
Who, and what am I?

I needed answers.
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I wiped my eyes on the back of my sleeve, as I took a deep breath.
I was standing outside his door, contemplating if I really wanted to seek out answers with him.
With a resolute sigh, I knocked on the door.
A moment later, it opened, to reveal Severus Snape.
Nothing was spoken. He just moved aside to allow me into his private quarters.
After he closed, locked, and silenced the room, he turned to face me.
There was a moment of silence before I spoke.
"Where is she?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.
Severus cleared his throat. "Azkaban."
"Why?"
After asking that question, I sat down on the couch, making myself comfortable.
Severus pinched the bridge of his nose. "Your mother...is a horrible woman. She is completely off her rocker. Keeping you from her, from knowing of her, was all a matter of protection."
I sighed, frustrated. "I am more than capable of protecting myself! And anyway, how the hell do you know all of this?!"
Snape stiffened, going quiet.
I looked up at him with pleading eyes.
"Please. Be honest with me...for once.." I whispered.
Despite the conflict swimming in his onyx eyes, he sat down in the armchair, and faced me.
He pulled up his left sleeve, and bared his forearm to me.
I stared at it, as he spoke.
"Your mother and I...we once worshipped the same master."
I tore my eyes away from the Dark Mark, and met Snape's.
"What do you mean, 'once'?" I asked.
"Your mother is still a DeathEater, immensely loyal to the Dark Lord. I, myself, am no longer. I'm in fact, a double agent, Lena." Severus explained, rolling his sleeve back down.
"Dumbledore trusts you, doesn't he?" I asked, after a second of thought.
The Potions Professor nodded. "I've played my part so well, I've deceived one of the darkest wizards of all time. And at Dumbledore's wishes, I will continue doing as such."
I bit my lip, silence filling the room.
"I am truly sorry, Lena. It was never my intention to lie to you, nor hurt you in any way."
I gazed up at him, as he continued.
"My..feelings for you..are entirely genuine. I hope you can believe me."
I smiled softly. "How long?"
Severus looked at me, a gentle touch in his eyes.
"From the first moment I saw you."
I tried to keep a smile down, but I failed miserably.
I glared at him then. "Then why the hell did you make my life miserable all year long?!"
"I must keep up appearances, Miss Blackwood."
I chuckled. "You were really good at it."
"I've had years of practice."
I smiled, observing him for a second, which caused him to arch an eyebrow.
"What on earth are you staring at?"
"A dream." I muttered, glancing at his lips.
He noticed, taking my face in his hands gently.
He kissed me.
I smiled against the kiss, as he grabbed me by the waist, and pulled me on to his lap. I straddled him, the couch long forgotten.
His hands tangled in my hair, urging me to his lips some more. My arms wrapped around his neck lightly.
His hands started to trail down the length of my body, situating on my thighs.
His lips found my neck, burning their way down, with each fiery kiss.
I pulled back suddenly, breathless.
"If we're going to continue, I would like you to take me to your bedroom."
Slight shock filled his eyes for a moment, before amusement replaced it.
"Someone's a little eager, are we?" He asked, the huskiness in his voice causing me to shiver.
I rolled my eyes, trying not to smile. "You know as well as I do, that I am not your student, so therefore no rules are being broken, mister."
Sev's eyebrow rose attractively, and before he could respond, I gave him some incentive, by kissing him again.
He received it, standing up from the chair, my legs instinctively wrapping around his torso. He carried me in one strong arm, while opening a door with the other.

We approached his black silk bed, and he gently deposited me on top of it.
I shook out my hair, biting my bottom lip, as I unbuttoned my blouse.
His eyes watched me intently, hovering above me.
I shrugged my shirt off, revealing my black lace bra, smirking as I did so. I stood up, looking him right in the eye.
"Like what you see?" I asked, playful glint in my eye.
Desire laced his. "Immensely."
His hand found the back of my neck, urging me to his lips.
I started to unbutton his cape, unfortunately very slowly, and unsatisfactory.
"Oh, screw it.." I muttered against his lips, waving my hand, the cloak disappearing.
I heard Snape chuckle, as his lips found mine again.
I let him take the lead, and in a matter of minutes, we were tangled in the sheets of his bed.
It was as though our bodies were meant to move together, our moans the only sound to echo off of his bedroom walls.
It felt like a dream, and I closed my eyes in ecstasy.
I hoped I would never wake up.
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"Would you be so kind as to bring my cape back from the abyss?"
His low timbre shook through my body, as I laid on his chest gently, hours later.
His arm was loosely wrapped around my waist, our naked bodies hidden beneath the messy sheets.
I smirked, waving my hand, his cape re-appearing, folded neatly at the end of his bed.
"Happy?" I teased.
"Very."
I rolled my eyes playfully, knowing he couldn't see it. I lifted my head up, just looking at him.
"It's very impolite to stare, Miss Blackwood."
"Well, Professor Snape, I beg to differ. I am simply capturing the moment in my mind, so I will cease to forget it."
Sev rose an eyebrow, dark amusement enveloping his eyes. "Is that so?"
I smiled softly, glancing at his lips, than back to his gaze.
"Absolutely."
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A/N: So, this scene particularly was my favorite love scene to write out of all of my other Snape fics. Don't worry, their story is most definitely far from over! :)
A side note: I'm updating today, Saturday, and it was extra long for you guys. This is because I may not be able to update tomorrow. I will try my best, but if I don't, it will come, I promise!
-Hannah x