Chapter 1

"It's just empty words…" hissed the hoarse, mocking voice of Bellatrix Lestrange as she started to slink across the room towards Severus Snape.

"He'll give it his best… effort…" she continued in that grating whisper, walking around him. She paused by his shoulder, her lips close to his ear and her voice both disdainful and seductive. "But when it matters most…he'll just slither back…into his hole."

She had always roused in him a curious mixture of disgust and desire. He couldn't decide whether he wanted to curse her until she begged for mercy or ravish her until she couldn't stand up.

"Coward" she said dismissively as she started to walk away…undisguised derision in her raspy voice. Cold fury blazed in his eyes as he watched her retreating back.

"Take out your wand" he said slowly, clearly and harshly. Something like astonishment flickered over Bellatrix's lovely features. Hope flickered over the face of her sister.

Snape linked hands with Narcissa Malfoy as Bellatrix walked up beside them and withdrew her wand. She touched it to their hands. Thin tongues of flames shot out of it…entwining round their linked hands.

"Will you, Severus Snape, watch over Draco Malfoy, as he attempts to fulfill the Dark Lord's wishes?" Bellatrix said slowly, her voice a low, husky purr. "I will" he replied firmly.

"And will you, to the best of your ability, protect him from harm?" she continued, peering at him seductively over her sister's shoulder. "I will" he said again.

She walked around her sister to stand at his shoulder and purr in his ear. "And, if Draco should fail, will you yourself carry out the deed… the Dark Lord has ordered Draco… to perform?" He hesitated for just a moment. "I will" he said resolutely.

As the light from the fiery strands faded away a look of wicked triumph spread over Bellatrix's face. He knew that even though she hadn't agreed with her sister coming to see him she enjoyed having him right where she wanted him. She always enjoyed being a manipulative bitch.

A look a relief had spread over Narcissa's pale face. "Thank you" she breathed, smoothing her long green jacket. The gratitude she felt was clear in her voice. "You're welcome Narcissa" Snape said coolly.

"Shall we go Bella?" Narcissa asked her sister. "You go on ahead Cissy…" Bellatrix said silkily. "I want a word with Severus." He frowned. Coming from Bellatrix's lips his name sounded like an insult.

A curious look spread over Narcissa's face and for a moment she looked like she wanted to say something. He couldn't help wondering what she wanted to say. Before he could ask Narcissa disapparated; leaving Spinners End in a wisp of black smoke.

Bellatrix's eyes locked onto his, a predatory smile spreading over her face as she slid off the long black coat she was wearing and tossed it on a chair.

"What do you want…Bellatrix" he said slowly, a sneer on his face. "What do I want…" she said in a rather amused voice. "What could I possibly want…" Her tone and posture were seductive and teasing.

"What indeed…" he said in a slow dry voice. He was beginning to see what she wanted from him. The question was…would he give it to her?

"You don't need to play coy with me Severus" she said in the hoarse seductive tone, taking a few steps closer to him. Her face was inches from his and the look in her dark eyes was decidedly lascivious.

"I don't think…" he said slowly, "…it would be a good idea." "Why not?" she asked in that hoarse seductive whisper…leaning in so her lips were inches from his ear. He took a step backwards.

"Because…Bellatrix" he hissed, drawing out the x in her name, "I don't trust you." She laughed in her usual high cackle. "I don't trust you either…Severus…" she said in a flippant, disdainful voice. Her voice lowered to a husky purr as she continued, looking at him through sooty eyelashes "…But I still want to fuck you."

"You never change do you?" he said drolly, a half-smile on his face. "Never" she said in a raspy chuckle. "Still nothing but a little…slut" he said slowly and wickedly. A scowl darkened her face and he could hear her sharp intake of breath.

He anticipated what she was going to do a split second before she did it. He was able to grab her wrist before her fist hit his face. A smirk broke over his face. He must have really gotten her riled up to make her strike with her fist rather than magic. Her dark eyes glittered furiously as he held her wrist, his fingers curled over her Dark Mark.

Surprise flickered over her face went he took her wrist to his lips and placed a kiss on it. Her body relaxed and an almost indiscernible sigh of pleasure escaped her lips when his lips started to move down her arm, inching along her Dark Mark.

A smug smile spread over her face as his mouth travelled slowly up her arm. She had never doubted he would give in. She always got what she wanted. Always.

He brushed her hair away from her shoulder and pulled the strap of her dress down. His lips travelled over her shoulder. His hand wound in her long dark hair as his lips went up the side of her neck. She let out another soft sigh.

Severus took his mouth away from her neck and used his hand in her hair to tilt her head until her dark brown eyes met his. Then he leaned in and kissed her fiercely, almost bruisingly on the mouth. For a moment she seemed surprised…then she started to kiss him back just as hungrily.

He had intended to tease her and leave without actually giving her what she wanted. However he couldn't see how he was going to stop now. She had teased him for so long…tormented him for so long…she'd been a vixen even back at Hogwarts. Now he could either punish her for all the times she had teased him…or finally have her.

Her lips parted his and her tongue slid inside his mouth. Just kissing her like this was making him get semi-hard in anticipation. He pushed her backwards till he had her pressed against the large bookcase…her tongue still in his mouth and her arms sliding round his neck.

His hand released itself from her hair to slide down her back while the other one slid round her waist. Her arms unwound from around his neck and her hands ran slowly down his chest. She started to deftly undo the buttons of his robes.

Soon she had the top part off, leaving him in just trousers. Her high mad cackle echoed around the small room as he fumbled with his belt. She stopped laughing when he finally got the belt undone and let his trousers fall around his ankles.

Before she could even react he had her pinned back against the bookcase, kissing her forcefully. The feeling of him pressed against her belly through the fabric of her dress made her moan very softly into his mouth.

He couldn't stand it any longer. He yanked up the skirt of her dress so it was bunched up around her waist and lifted her up so her hips were parallel with his. Her dark eyes were daring him to do it…to go that bit further. The heat in her eyes was making the throbbing in his cock increase till it was damn near unbearable.

The tip of him brushed her warm wetness, sending a shudder of pleasure up her spine. God he had already gotten her so wet, so ready for him. She didn't think she could wait any longer to have him. "Now" she whispered huskily in his ear.

His hands gripped her hips firmly and he pushed himself inside her in one smooth motion, pinning her against the bookcase with his hips. The sensation arched her back and tore a gasp of pleasure from her lips.

He started to thrust, his hips slamming into her as he drove his body into hers, making her gasp softly. The edge of the bookcase shelf was digging slightly into her ass but she didn't care. It felt so very good to have him deep inside her. She had wanted this for so long. There had sexual tension between them for years.

She moaned her pleasure as his body moved in and out of hers, gripping his shoulders tightly with her hands, her nails digging into his flesh. Her grip was almost tight enough to bruise but it didn't hurt. He could tell it would probably hurt later though. Not that he cared when he finally had her right where he wanted her…wrapped around his cock.

She started to move against him, rocking her hips in a way that made him groan in pleasure, his eyes rolling back in his head. He couldn't remember the last time he had done this with a beautiful woman. Either he'd forgotten how amazing it felt or he hadn't had anyone quite like her before.

Her eyes were heavy-lidded, her lips were parted as his body went in and out of hers. Her head was tilted back, unruly dark waves of hair spilling down her back Both of them were breathing heavily and their skin was slick with sweat.

She wrapped her legs around his waist pulling him even deeper into her. Both of them moaned at the delicious sensation.

Suddenly the last of his self control was gone. She gasped as he started to thrust as hard and fast as he could, each stroke hitting that spot inside her. "Oh god…." she breathed. She loved been taken so deeply and roughly.

His moans and gasps intermingled with hers and her nails dug harder into his shoulder as their bodies ground together. She could feel the warm build up of pleasure that told her she was close…so very close. Her body writhed against and spasmed around his as she approached her climax.

He gasped in pain and pleasure when her nails contracted, leaving scarlet crescents in his flesh. Her spine bowed and her mouth was open in a silent scream as the orgasm ripped through her body.

The combination of the pain and her orgasm brought him as he thrust deep into her one more time, his body stiff, his deep groans of pleasure echoing through the small room.

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They lay exhausted in the tangled sheets of Severus's bed. Bellatrix was lying on her side facing away form Severus, her body not completely covered by the sheet. He couldn't help admiring the smooth pale skin and the spill of dark curls on the pillow.

He sat up, the sheet falling over his upper half. She sat up, pulling the sheet over her and glancing at the clock. Her dark eyes went wide when she saw she had been there several hours.

She slipped out of bed and walked over the chair her dress was flung over, giving him a great view from behind. She winked when she saw him checking her out. "Would you like to take a picture?" she said teasingly. He chuckled.

He got out of bed and found a pair of trousers. By the time she had got her dress on he was also clothed.

"There's one thing I want to know…" he said in an uncharacteristically curious voice. "Why have you never seduced me before…you could have…back at school…"

Irritation flickered over her lovely features. "Isn't it obvious?" she said disdainfully "I wasn't about to be a consolation prize." "Ah" he said in his usual dry tone. He understood now.

She went over to the mirror and ran her hands through her long hair. He guessed she didn't want anyone to know what…or rather who…she'd been doing. "Everyone knew you were in love with that filthy mudblood Evans…" she said with undisguised contempt.

Fury boiled up in him at her arrogant dismissal of Lily Evans…the woman he had loved since he was 11…the woman he'd lost twice…firstly to that arrogant toe rag James Potter…and secondly to death at the hands of his own master…on information he himself had given him. Not a day went by when he didn't miss her…didn't regret giving Voldemort the prophecy that had made him hunt Lily's son.

"Don't you dare call her that!" he yelled at Bellatrix, grabbing his wand off the table and holding it at his side. A malicious grin spread over her face as she realized she'd hit on a sore subject.

"I can call her whatever I want…" she said arrogantly "she's dead." Even though he knew she was goading him he couldn't help rising to her bait. He snarled at her and whipped his wand upwards, presenting the tip of it at her throat.

"Go ahead…" she hissed venomously. "Kill me…kill me like you killed Lily Evans…" A look of fury and deep sorrow passed over his face and for a moment she felt almost sorry for him.

"Bitch" he spat at her, lowering his wand. "Coward" she shot back at him.