Chicago Blues II
Challenge Eight: An Evening With Severus Snape
Title: Chicago Blues II
Author: redvelvetcanopy
Main wizard: Severus Snape
Characters: Narcissa Malfoy
Rating/Warnings: P-13/R
Genre: Romance/Despair
Word count: Exactly 500
Prompt: Here, drink this.
It may be helpful to read Chicago Blues I first. Look here.
Narcissa shakily closed the door to her paltry excuse for a bedchamber. She’d calmed restless, bored Draco and convinced him to write a missive to his Pansy, rather than roam the streets, looking for hapless Muggles to hex.
Narcissa leaned against the door. Within two years, she’d soared from thinking that Purebloods would finally assume their rightful place in the wizarding world only to plummet, disappointed, into utter loneliness and despair.
Then, Severus Snape rescued her hope.
Severus. Powerful, gifted wizard that he was, he had not failed her. Indeed, his skill, power, and prestige made her head swim with desire.
As Narcissa transfigured her pale blue silk robe, raising the hem and altering the sleeves into wispy straps, she thought that since fleeing London and coming to the safe house in Chicago, Severus had seduced her mind. But no, perhaps it started that night at Spinner’s End. Drawn to him, dreams plagued her at night…Severus, her savior, throwing her down, loving her passionately…the spare sinew of his back against her fingertips…the feel of him thrusting deeply, roughly, into her. Narcissa, on fire, would awaken and repress the urge to invade his bed to fulfill her physical needs.
Leaving the magically cooled house, the steamy night wilted her. She walked quickly, glowing like a delicate, pale ghost in the streetlamps’ pools of light, trying not to imagine Severus parting her thighs with his warm hands.
Soon her skin glowed with perspiration. I feel as though I’ve just awakened from one of those dreams. Merciful Hades! I need to cool off! Across the street, a neon sign promised Blue Chicago and Narcissa headed over for relief.
Once inside, Narcissa sat at the bar and ordered a glass of wine, listening to the throb of music pulsing through the bar. Suddenly, a sweaty hand grabbed her wand arm and jerked her around. A sloppy, bearded Muggle swayed in her face.
“Hey baby, give me a try tonight!” the man said, grabbing his crotch and chuckling, alcohol and spittle issuing from his mouth.
“Let go of me, you filthy Muggle,” Narcissa hissed, trying without avail to free her arm.
“You like it rough and dirty, eh?” he responded, insinuating himself between her knees.
“Remove your hands from the lady,” growled a voice from behind the drunk.
Narcissa looked around the man to see Severus. Just as the oaf whirled on Snape, a barely perceptible flash of light flickered and the drunk fell backward with a thud.
Narcissa felt sick as she brushed her hair back with a shaky hand. Severus sat down next to her and offered her a tumbler of whisky. “Here, drink this.”
Narcissa gulped down the liquor. ”You petrified him, then?”
Severus quickly glanced around the room, then nodded.
Narcissa reached over and grasped his hand, her watery blue eyes looking into his. “Thank you. It seems that I need your assistance at every turn, Severus.”
As she picked up his hand and kissed it, Severus felt his resolve melting.
Author’s Notes: There will be more.
Thank you to mercurysmaiden for accepting my random phone calls about Greek mythology.
Title: Chicago Blues II
Author: redvelvetcanopy
Main wizard: Severus Snape
Characters: Narcissa Malfoy
Rating/Warnings: P-13/R
Genre: Romance/Despair
Word count: Exactly 500
Prompt: Here, drink this.
It may be helpful to read Chicago Blues I first. Look here.
Narcissa shakily closed the door to her paltry excuse for a bedchamber. She’d calmed restless, bored Draco and convinced him to write a missive to his Pansy, rather than roam the streets, looking for hapless Muggles to hex.
Narcissa leaned against the door. Within two years, she’d soared from thinking that Purebloods would finally assume their rightful place in the wizarding world only to plummet, disappointed, into utter loneliness and despair.
Then, Severus Snape rescued her hope.
Severus. Powerful, gifted wizard that he was, he had not failed her. Indeed, his skill, power, and prestige made her head swim with desire.
As Narcissa transfigured her pale blue silk robe, raising the hem and altering the sleeves into wispy straps, she thought that since fleeing London and coming to the safe house in Chicago, Severus had seduced her mind. But no, perhaps it started that night at Spinner’s End. Drawn to him, dreams plagued her at night…Severus, her savior, throwing her down, loving her passionately…the spare sinew of his back against her fingertips…the feel of him thrusting deeply, roughly, into her. Narcissa, on fire, would awaken and repress the urge to invade his bed to fulfill her physical needs.
Leaving the magically cooled house, the steamy night wilted her. She walked quickly, glowing like a delicate, pale ghost in the streetlamps’ pools of light, trying not to imagine Severus parting her thighs with his warm hands.
Soon her skin glowed with perspiration. I feel as though I’ve just awakened from one of those dreams. Merciful Hades! I need to cool off! Across the street, a neon sign promised Blue Chicago and Narcissa headed over for relief.
Once inside, Narcissa sat at the bar and ordered a glass of wine, listening to the throb of music pulsing through the bar. Suddenly, a sweaty hand grabbed her wand arm and jerked her around. A sloppy, bearded Muggle swayed in her face.
“Hey baby, give me a try tonight!” the man said, grabbing his crotch and chuckling, alcohol and spittle issuing from his mouth.
“Let go of me, you filthy Muggle,” Narcissa hissed, trying without avail to free her arm.
“You like it rough and dirty, eh?” he responded, insinuating himself between her knees.
“Remove your hands from the lady,” growled a voice from behind the drunk.
Narcissa looked around the man to see Severus. Just as the oaf whirled on Snape, a barely perceptible flash of light flickered and the drunk fell backward with a thud.
Narcissa felt sick as she brushed her hair back with a shaky hand. Severus sat down next to her and offered her a tumbler of whisky. “Here, drink this.”
Narcissa gulped down the liquor. ”You petrified him, then?”
Severus quickly glanced around the room, then nodded.
Narcissa reached over and grasped his hand, her watery blue eyes looking into his. “Thank you. It seems that I need your assistance at every turn, Severus.”
As she picked up his hand and kissed it, Severus felt his resolve melting.
Author’s Notes: There will be more.
Thank you to mercurysmaiden for accepting my random phone calls about Greek mythology.