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het, pwp, snape, tonks

Fic: ~A Wizard's Tale, Part 1~ NC-17
Title: A Wizard's Tale, Part 1
Pairing: Snape/Tonks
Chapters: One through Five
Summary: Snape and Tonks in a romp.

This is the first story I wrote - full of errors and clichés, no doubt. It was a

at Occlumency for August 2005.

My thanks to the Marvelous Moaning Myrtle, Beta Mistress Extraordinaire.

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Chapter 1:

~~The Beginning~~

The school year was almost over. The Potions Master, Professor Severus Snape, stood at the window of an empty fourth floor classroom and stared out the open casement. He had come into the room thinking he heard the voices of students in a room that was supposed to be empty, but it was merely voices coming in the open window from the Quidditch pitch. He stood in the light spring breeze and scowled across the lawn. A scowl was the usual expression on the Potions Master’s face, and many years of it had etched deep lines in his features. Other than the frown and the rather beaked nose, it wasn’t a bad looking face: high cheekbones, sharp angles and a pair of startling black eyes under expressive brows.

His body was tall and thin and covered in layers of black wool. It appeared a bit unprepossessing but the clothing hid long thin muscles that covered a wiry frame. He was strong, quick, agile, and moved in complete silence. His hair was long, black and oily; his cloak was full and loose. It billowed about him when he stalked the halls looking for students to terrorize and more than a few of those students swore he would transfigure into a bat at night and flit silently around the grounds. He did not.

Most of his students and not a few of the staff wondered why he taught at all as he seemed to hate it and the students. He was never very pleasant, though he was usually courteous to the rest of the staff while he unrelentingly terrorized the students. Even the students of his own house, Slytherin, whom he favored outrageously, walked softly around the tall wizard. He belittled, criticized and humiliated the students in his classes and outside of them.

What no one knew, except Headmaster Dumbledore whom most people were convinced knew everything, was that the Potions Master did care about at least some of his students. Or rather, he cared about how they did. The stupid and the lazy drove him to distraction. The clever, obedient ones bored him. But the bright ones who could think for themselves, who had spirit and talent; those he liked. Though of course he was careful to hide it. And ‘like’ was probably too strong a word. Enjoyed, perhaps. He drove his students mercilessly and the ones who didn’t drop out actually did rather well.

“Education by intimidation,” he liked to think. He had one of the highest percentages of students pass their OWLs and any student he took for advanced potions and who lasted the two years was assured at least an E on their NEWTs, as no student of his had ever gotten a lower grade. They wouldn’t dare.

His mood, never very good, was particularly black at the moment. The Dark Lord was becoming stronger and it was increasingly difficult for Snape to maintain his status, not to mention his life, as a double agent. Rigid self control at all times, he knew to be the key to walking the thin line he had chosen to tread. And this was the source of his current anger: Harry Potter! That blasted little twerp had made him lose his temper. Dumbledore had asked Snape to give Harry lessons in Occlumency. Snape had argued vehemently against it but Dumbledore stood firm. There were only the two of them who could teach it and Dumbledore had his reasons for not doing it himself. But damn Potter! Snape struck the flat of his fist against the window frame. When Snape had come back to his office to find Potter in the Pensieve poking around in Snape’s memories, the Potions Master had lost his temper, thrown Harry out of his office and refused to give him any more lessons.

A bird flying by the open window saw Snape’s expression and veered off with a startled squawk. As well he might for there was pure murder in the man’s face.

When he had found Potter and dragged him away from the Pensieve, Harry hadn’t offered too many protests. The brat had been looking at one of Snape’s worse memories: Snape’s humiliation in front of other students by Harry’s father James. Had Snape seen anything remotely like pity or smug satisfaction on Harry’s face, he might have killed him then and there. What he saw instead was something akin to empathy. In a rage, he had thrown Harry out but he had mulled over the incident since.

At first, he had hated Harry just because he was James’ son. He assumed Harry would be bright, clever, athletic, handsome, popular and arrogant, just like his father. What he saw instead was a small child, rather average in looks, brains and athletic ability (except for being an outstanding Seeker). He appeared shy and not immensely popular. In fact, the kid had gone from hero to goat and back again several times, with only his two friends, Granger and Weasley, sticking by him. But Harry had ability. Huge ability and untapped power. Power he had gotten from the Dark Lord when Voldemort and tried and failed to kill Harry as a child. And he had arrogance. Not the kind James had had but it was there none the less. He suspected Harry and been bullied and abused before he came to Hogwarts. Perhaps not as badly as Snape had been but enough to empathize with Snape’s memories.

There had been something else in Harry’s eyes when he’d pulled him out of the Pensieve. Snape could best describe it as horror and betrayal. Horror perhaps at the boy his father had been, and betrayal because his father wasn’t the perfect person Harry wanted him to be. While Snape hated Harry for seeing inside him, he also liked him the better for being appalled at his father’s behavior. Yes, Snape was finally having to admit Harry was not his father and, as such, couldn’t be hated in the same way. And then, </i>then</i>, the little basted had gone and blamed Snape for Black’s death! Harry had blurted out some gibberish in Umbridge’s office about ‘Padfoot being held where it was hidden,’ and Snape of course had to ignore him. With Umbridge standing right there and in a rage, there was nothing he could do to acknowledge Harry. He knew what Harry was getting at but also was sure he was wrong. He had made certain of it before following Harry and friends into the Forbidden Forest. As soon as he realized that Harry was going to try to rescue Black, who didn’t need rescuing, he had sent a message to headquarters. Black, of course, had then gone haring off with the others (bloody lot of Gryffindor hero-wanna-be’s!) to rescue Harry and had gotten himself killed. And while it was all Potter’s fault, Harry was blaming Snape! He didn’t know why this should bother him in the least, but it did, and that made him angrier.

‘I wonder,’ a little voice in the back of his mind whispered, ‘what it is like to have some one love you so much they are willing to die for you?’

“Silence!” he roared to the sky and a flock of pigeons flew from the roof. He slammed the window, turned and leaned against the sill, folding his arms and grinding his teeth.
Control. Total control over his every thought and emotion was the only way he was going to stay alive.

‘Hell,’ he thought striding toward the door, ‘I’m going to die anyway!’ And with that, he went out and took great satisfaction in slamming the door.

~~

He was down in his office putting things to right before the start of the summer holidays and his mind was wandering again as he sorted through the refuse of the school year. There were a number of broken items to be mended. He preferred not to mend things in front of the students, letting them think something was irrevocably destroyed instead. There had been an impossibly clumsy Hufflepuff first year who had gone through, among other things, three cauldrons. His mind wandered idly and landed on another clumsy student of several years ago: Nymphadora Tonks. He allowed himself a small smile. Impossible name. No wonder she preferred to go by just Tonks. She was an Auror now. The smile vanished. An Auror in the hospital after the battle at the Ministry a few days ago. Damn Potter for the trouble he caused!

Tonks had been an interesting student. Unbelievably clumsy but with a lot of talent for potions. When she could keep from dropping or destroying something, her potions invariably received full marks. Not that he didn’t try to find something wrong with them. She was a Gryffindor, after all. But his real interest in her had started at the end of her fifth year. He had spotted a student going into the Forbidden Forest and set out to catch the culprit. He had been looking just a few minutes when he’d heard an animal whimper. It turned out to be a small dog caught in a poacher’s snare. It wasn’t badly hurt and probably hadn’t been there long, but he knew if it wasn’t out of the forest by dusk, something would probably make a meal of it. He had realized as he approached the dog that the student was close by. He could smell the sudden onset of fear when he walked in view of the dog. He debated the wisdom of letting a student see him do anything that could be termed ‘kind’ but the little dog looked at him with trusting eyes and wagged its tail. With a snort of disgust at himself, he had set the animal free and turned to where the student was hiding. He stared at the hiding place long enough to leave no doubt that he knew someone was there and then walked away. He could catch the student long before the miscreant got back to the school so he might as well have a little fun and maybe teach the student a thing or two in the bargain. As soon as he was out of sight, he doubled back and waited. Sure enough, in a couple of minutes someone broke from the bushes and ran. They didn’t get very far before falling, and on rising, fell again. He let out a snort. It was Tonks. This wouldn’t be much fun. On rising the second time, she headed off in the wrong direction and he followed at a leisurely pace. After one particularly hard fall she lay still. He frowned, wondering if she had inconveniently hurt herself. He watched and when she rose a moment later, he blinked. It was almost as if she were a different person. She did not charge off in a panic, but took her time to check her direction, then headed off carefully, wand at the ready. His eyebrows rose in wonder and she moved noiselessly through the woods, not snapping a twig or stirring a leaf.

‘Maybe,’ he thought, ‘I might have some fun after all.’

For over an hour he trailed her, letting her catch an occasional glimpse of him; guiding her steps. Sometimes he steered her deeper into the forest; once, he guided her away from a place he knew was inhabited by giant spiders. No sense having to explain how she had gotten killed under his nose. She seemed to have a sixth sense for danger and recognized and avoided the traps he laid for her as well as the ones that occurred naturally in the forest. Once he came upon her unexpectedly and she transmorphed into an old women almost before his eyes. It was an excellent job - not perfect (she’d missed the hair on the back of her head), but extraordinary given the pressure she was under. When he saw she was nearing the end of her strength, he relented and let her proceed to the forest edge. There he couldn’t resist one more test and appeared to her in one of his Animagi forms. Most teenage witches when faced with a seemingly tame wild animal would come running up to him gushing about how “cute” he was, something any adult witch with half a brain would never dream of doing. Tonks did no such thing. As soon as she saw him her wand was up and she was on the defensive. The little witch was even sure it was him! After throwing a sound behind her, he vanished and let her by. With safety in sight, she had gotten careless and he dropped a hand on her collar. She panicked again and bolted for the main steps, leaving her cloak in his hand. He sent a spell rocketing overhead but it wasn’t necessary. She realized her mistake and dove under the bolt. Then picking herself up, she ran a low and swerving path to the school. He had returned her cloak via a house elf and was purposely late for dinner to see what she’d do.

He didn’t report her. She had performed extremely well under serious pressure and he could admire that in any witch, let alone a fifteen year old one. When she did see him, he sent her a small salute. He could see panic in her eyes. She didn’t see his gesture as a salute; probably more as a threat. He’d had to turn aside and speak to another staff member to keep from smiling.

A few weeks later, after career counseling, the staff had their meeting to discuss the students and their ambitions. He was surprised and somewhat pleased to hear that Tonks wanted to be an Auror. Most of the other teachers shook their heads and sighted Tonks’ lack of coordination while admitting her intelligence and perseverance. McGonagall supported her of course, but even she had reservations. Snape stunned them all when he spoke in her favor. Even Dumbledore looked surprised. Of course, Snape hardly ever supported a student publicly, and never one from another house.

“Anything you’d like to add, Severus?” The Headmaster asked mildly.

“No,” was the short answer. The group shifted uneasily. They were used to Snape never explaining himself but it could still catch them unawares.

After the meeting Dumbledore had walked beside him down the hall.

“Would this have anything to do with the walk you took in the Forbidden Forest the other day?” he asked gently.

Snape couldn’t help smiling. “Do you miss anything?” The question was conversational.

“Oh, occasionally, but not too often.” The headmaster smiled back.

Snape sighed. “I saw her go into the Forest and followed. I guess I couldn’t resist a little game of cat and mouse.” The Headmaster shook his head and Snape continued. “After she realized I was stalking her, she had a few minutes of panic, then,” he paused, searching for words. “It was amazing, Albus. She became another person altogether. Canny, quick, silent. Extraordinary. If she can learn to tap into that at will, she’ll be a top field agent.” He sighed. “If, that is, she can learn to be a little less trusting.”

“Ah, yes. She does seem to take people and things at face value and that could be very dangerous to her. However, it can also be a great advantage to be able to trust absolutely.”

Snape frowned. Trust of anyone or anything was not high on his list.

“Perhaps, Headmaster.”

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Tonks had gone on to excel at all the courses she needed to enter Auror training and Snape had even written her a letter of recommendation. Not that anyone knew, of course, except Dumbledore. He had asked the Headmaster if he thought a letter of recommendation from an ex-Death Eater - and one many still considered to be active - might not do her more harm than good, but Dumbledore encouraged him to write it. She had completed training and was now working for the Ministry of Magic as an Auror and was a member of the Order of the Phoenix.

And she was lying in the hospital, thanks to Potter!

Why should he care? Why indeed. He sighed and locking his office, went to his rooms for the night. Pouring a glass of wine, he lit a fire and sat on the couch stretching his feet to the warmth. Letting his mind wander, his thoughts went back to last summer and 12 Grimmauld Place.

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Chapter 2:

~~After the Meeting~~

The meeting of the Order was finally over and it seemed, from Snape’s point of view, to have gone remarkably well. Probably due to the fact that the hated Sirius Black was away for several days on the Continent doing something for the Order. Snape had consulted with Dumbledore about staying at 12 Grimmauld Place overnight as he had errands to do in London and elsewhere for the Order the next day. There were also a few things he needed to procure in Knockturn Alley but the Headmaster didn’t need to know that. He had debated staying at the Leaky Cauldron for the night but decided it was a waste when the house was handy and empty and Dumbledore had readily agreed. Everyone had gone and Snape was in the library looking for something with which to while away the brief time before bed when there was a knock on the front door. It was quite soft and he only heard it due to the fact that he was in the room just off the front hall. More importantly, the portrait of Mrs. Black did not hear it. He headed for the door quickly to prevent the caller from knocking more loudly and possibly waking the portrait. Looking out the window beside the door, he saw Tonks standing on the doorstep with her arms wrapped around her torso. Opening the door he stepped aside to allow her to enter.

“Forget your coat?” He inquired in a bored tone.

“No, just talking to Dumbledore.”

She tripped over the umbrella stand and he caught it before it could crash to the floor. Silently he secured the door and headed back to the library and the unprepossessing collection of books therein. Tonks trotted along behind like a puppy.

“What are you doing in here?” She waved her hand to take in the room and knocked a lamp over in the process, just managing to catch it before it crashed to the floor.

Snape turned away to hide his smile. Tonks was hopelessly clumsy but it seemed she had gotten quicker at catching the objects she knocked over.

“I am looking for a book.” He whirled around to face her. “Why are you still here?”

She shuffled her feet and stuffed her hands in the back pockets of her jeans.

“I’m staying the night,” she mumbled to the floor.

Snape’s eyebrows rose slowly. “The night? Here?”

Tonks waved a hand airily, narrowly missing another lamp, “Yeah, Dumbledore said it was OK.”

“Did he.” It was a statement more than a question and, closing the book he had been looking at, Snape stuffed it under his arm and left the room. Again Tonks followed as he descended the steps to the kitchen which was considerably cleaner and warmer than the rest of the house. The Weasleys and Hermione Granger had all been staying in the house and cleaning it up to make it fit for the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix but tonight they were all staying at the Leaky Cauldron in anticipation of spending the next day in Diagon Alley purchasing needed supplies. Another reason for Snape to choose the house over the Leaky Cauldron. He’d see enough of students pretty soon without starting early. Pulling a chair out sideways from the table he sat down and propped his feet up on the neighboring chair.

Tonks rounded the table and fell into a chair on the other side. She ran her hand over the surface of the table, upending a salt shaker and just catching it before it rolled off the edge onto the floor. “So, you want to do something?”

Snape slowly turned his head and glowered at her. “I beg your pardon?”

“You know, “ Tonks fidgeted, “Go out for a drink, play chess, a game of cards, something....” Her voice trailed off as Snape stared at her with unblinking eyes.

“No.” He turned back to his book.

“I’m not afraid of you any more you know.” Tonks fiddled with the salt shaker and the top came off, spilling the salt.

“I’m delighted to hear it.” Snape didn’t look up.

“I used to be. The whole first five years of school.” Tonks’ hands became still on the table top. “Why do you do that?”

“Do what?” Snape’s voice was getting lower and quieter. Never a good sign.

“Scare your students so much?” Tonks’ left knee began to bounce up and down.

Snape looked at her for a moment. “Frightened children are easier to control.”

Tonks gave a nervous laugh. “I can’t imagine you ever having trouble controlling a class.”

“I rest my case.” He went back to his book.

“Want a butterbeer?” Tonks lifted her wand.

“No, thank you,” Snape spoke with a sigh.

Tonks fetched herself one and popped the cork, dropping it on the floor.

“I know you recommended me for Auror training.” Her voice was so soft he almost didn’t hear it. But he did and turned his head slowly to scowl at her.

“How do you know that? It’s supposed to be kept confidential.”

“When I was in for the interview, the Auror interviewing me was called out of the room for a few minutes. Your letter was lying on the desk.” Tonks dove under the table and retrieved the cork.

“You snooped.” It was a statement.

Tonks shrugged and grinned sheepishly. “Aurors are supposed to find stuff out, right?”

Snape snorted and went back to his book.

“You said some pretty nice things about me.”

“I assure you, Tonks,” Snape said with a sigh, “it was not my intention to be nice.”

“You said that ‘despite her usual abysmal lack of coordination, Miss Tonks, can, when her need is great enough, move with exceptional silence and stealth.’” Tonks gave him a puzzled frown. “Why did you say that?”

A frown tugged at the corners of Snape’s mouth. “You have a remarkable memory.”

“You also said you thought that, in your opinion, my biggest problem would be that I’m too trusting.”

Snape lowered the book to his lap and glowered at Tonks. “And I feel that is still the case. Now, since we both know what was in my letter of recommendation, is there any reason for continuing to discuss it?”

“I just... well... I appreciate that you’re doing that for me, that’s all.”

Snape went back to his book. “Duly noted.” His voice was dry.

Tonks played with the cork for awhile, trying to balance it on its edge and thinking about her conversation with Dumbledore on the street. She had asked him for permission to stay the night and his face had become concerned.

“Severus will be here, you know.”
Tonks had shuffled her feet and looked at the ground. “I know.”
“He’s not an easy man. Not with others and not with himself.”
“I know.” Tonks looked up at a lamppost.
Dumbledore studied her for a moment. “You can trust Severus with your life, but I’m not at all sure it’s wise to trust him with your well-being.”
Tonks stopped fidgeting and looked Dumbledore in the eyes. “Please?”
He sighed and looked sad. “You’re old enough to do as you wish, Tonks.” He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. “But please, be careful. For both your sakes.”
“I will!” Tonks had assured him with a happy smile.

Now she wondered a bit about just what he had meant. But she had come this far..........

“Do you ever get lonely?” She started drawing designs in the spilled salt.

For a moment Snape was perfectly still. Then in a rather dangerous tone he asked, “Is there a reason for your continuous chattering or do you just like the sound of your own voice? Which, in case you are wondering, I, do not.”

Tonks went on as if she hadn’t heard him. “I do sometimes. Sure, I’d like to get married some day, have kids, the whole domestic thing, but not now. I mean, things are so unsettled now, I couldn’t get involved with anyone.” Her voice trailed off for a moment. “But sometimes I just want to, you know, hold someone; hide away from the world for awhile. Don’t you ever feel that way?” Now both her knees were bouncing up and down.

Snape went on reading as if she weren’t there.

“The last two years at school, I had the hots for you,” Tonks mumbled at the table top.

She missed seeing Snape’s eyes snap wide open and his jaw clamp shut.

“What did you say?” The question was snarled from under a dangerously low brow.

Tonks took a deep breath and raised her round blue eyes to look unblinkingly into Snape’s narrowed, glittering, black ones.

“I said,” she spoke clearly and unwaveringly, “that the last two years of school, I had the hots for you.” She held his gaze unblinking for several seconds. “I still do.”

Snape’s body gave a jerk and in one smooth motion he had slapped the book shut, slammed it down on the table, stood, pivoted toward the stairs and strode off. Tonks was right behind him in a move of singular grace and speed, totally unlike her usual self.

“Where are you going?” She was balling and unballing her fists in a fit of nerves.

He froze with his foot on the first step and spit through clenched teeth. “I’m going to take a shower and go to bed.”

With a fleeting prayer that she wouldn’t be blasted into a million pieces, Tonks stepped forward pressing herself gently against Snape’s back and halting his progress up the stairs. Taking a deep breath and putting an innocent grin on her face and in her voice, she asked lightly, “Can I wash your back?”

For an instant, neither so much as breathed, then a deep shudder ran the length of Snape’s body as he pulled away from Tonks and stormed up the stairs. She listened for the sound of his steps but heard nothing for several minutes. Then the sound of running water gurgled through the pipes.

For a few seconds she bounced up and down on the balls of her feet, then muttering, “No guts, no glory,” she sprinted up the stairs two at a time. Slipping into her room, she shed her clothes and pulled on her fuzzy pink robe. Padding down the hall bare-foot she stopped in front of the bathroom door and suddenly wondered what she would do if it were locked. Hesitantly, she reached for the knob and to her relief it turned easily. She squeezed into the steamy bathroom, dropped her robe and, taking a deep breath, stepped into the tub. Snape had his back to her rinsing shampoo out of his long hair. Now that she was there, she had no idea what to do next.

“You know,” Snape spoke casually as he reached around the curtain and picked up the wand he had left on a shelf by the tub, “you should never sneak up on a wizard.”

Tonks laughed nervously, “But obviously, I didn’t sneak up on you.” Realization suddenly dawned. “You left the door unlocked for me!”

He turned to face her, the wand in his hand. “Come here.” His voice was low and silky.

Tonks promptly stepped forward until she was so close she could feel the heat from his body.

“You also know,“ his voice purred, “that this is a very, bad, idea.”

Tonks met his narrowed, glittering eyes with a wide open gaze. “I’m not afraid.”

“Then you are very foolish,” he snapped back. He leaned over her, his breath brushing her cheek. “I am not a nice man.”

Tonks swallowed hard. Dear Merlin, what had she gotten herself into? But she held his gaze unwaveringly and repeated, “I am not afraid.” She was pleased that her voice was steadier than her knees.

“If,” his voice was low and dangerous, “you are still in this room when I finish speaking, I will promise you that you will not die by my hand, but I will not promise that you won’t want to. If you stay, you will be agreeing to do as I say until such time as I choose to release you. And,” a slow cruel smile spread over his craggy features. “If you are relying on my better nature to spare you in any way, I assure you,” his voice dropped to a whisper, “I haven’t got one.” He raised his wand and his eyebrows. “Last chance --”

A shiver passed through Tonks but she managed to stand her ground in spite of the fact that her whole body was trembling. “Aren’t you being a bit melodramatic?” She asked with a nervous giggle.

He leaned closer, bringing his face within an inch of hers. “No.” It was said very quietly. With effort, Tonks continued to stand her ground.

He lifted his wand and for a moment she almost cringed until she realized he was pointing it at the door and murmuring a sealing charm.

“You are too trusting, Tonks. You need to learn.” His tone was conversational but his smile was not at all pleasant. Slowly and gently, he laid the wand back on the shelf and turned to face her again.

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Chapter 3:

~~A Slippery Situation~~

Tonks’ throat and mouth were so dry they hurt. It took a moment before she realized that Snape was holding out his hand, the bar of soap on his open palm. She looked at it in confusion.

“Well,” Snape’s voice was perfectly friendly, “it was your idea.”

With a start, Tonks took the soap and Snape turned his back to her. She felt a moment of lightheadedness then raised her hands and began working the soap into a lather over his shoulders. Working steadily with her strong hands, she massaged the back of his neck and shoulders and then started working down his spine. She had never noticed under all the layers of black wool that he wore just how broad his shoulders were and how very thin he was. He had the kind of muscles that were long and flat and hugged the bone and they felt like steel bands under her fingers. She worked slowly over his entire back, kneading the tense muscles until her hands ached. She was working the small of his back with her thumbs when, without warning he turned.

“That’s enough.” His smile was not entirely pleasant. “For now.” He took the soap from her. “Turn around.” She did and felt his hands slide up her arms to her shoulders and then to the back of her neck where they abruptly stopped and fell away.

“What?” She looked over her shoulder to see him scowling at her.

“Your hair.”

Tonks giggled nervously. Today, her hair was very short and a remarkable shade of blue. The hair between her legs matched.

“What is its natural color?”

“Kinda brownish.”

“Then kindly return it to a ‘kinda brownish’ color. And make is a bit ‘longish’ as well.”

“All right,” Tonks screwed up her face and her hair changed color and grew past her shoulders. “That do? I can change other things, too, you know. If you’d like.” She added shyly.

“I assure you that your body is perfectly adequate for my needs as it is.” He spoke dryly. “And don’t forget your other hair as well.”

“Gee, you sure are romantic, aren’t you?” Tonks gave a nervous laugh then gasped as his hand swept up under her chin tilting her head back and pulling her snuggly against his body.

His mouth was very close to her ear as he whispered, “No. I am not.”

She shivered but was otherwise still until he released her and moved back a step.

He allowed the water to cascade over her back for a few seconds before stepping into the stream again himself and starting to soap her back. He moved her now long hair to the front and began systematically moving his strong hands over her back. Tonks sighed and let her head droop forward as his long fingers methodically worked her muscles into a relaxed mass. She was nearly dozing in contentment when the feel of the water on her back told her Snape had moved. She started to turn but his hands on her hips stopped her and she realized he had dropped to one knee behind her. His hands worked the muscles of her buttocks for a couple of minutes before dropping and gently stroking the backs of her thighs and calves. She spread her legs willingly at a gentle nudge from his hand and moaned softly as his fingers brushed up and down the inside of her thighs, coming close but never touching her aching slit. His soapy fingers ran up and down the crack between her buttocks and when they came to rest and gently massage her anus, she shifted a bit in discomfort and started to move forward. Immediately his left hand came around and his long fingers splayed over her lower abdomen, holding her in place. The pressure of his finger on her behind increased and she murmured a protest. He stood abruptly and keeping both hands in place, leaned forward while pulling her hips back against him. She bent at the waist, leaning into him for balance and felt his large, hard erection pressing against her butt. The pressure of his finger increased and she clamped her buttocks together on his hand. His mouth was very close to her ear when he spoke softly and teasingly.

“If you don’t relax, Tonks, it will likely be a very long and painful night. I will do as I wish with you so it might be more tolerable for you if you tried to relax and enjoy yourself a little.” With that, he slipped his finger inside her.

Tonks gasped and straightened up. He laughed softly and wrapped his left arm completely around her. She stood frozen for a moment before her body pointed out the she was not, after all, in pain and in fact the gentle probing and circling of his fingers felt rather good. She moaned softly and leaned back against him. She thought she heard him chuckle as he removed his hand and bringing both to her shoulders, turned her around.

He let the warm water wash over her a few seconds before starting again with the soap. He stroked up and down her throat then moved to her shoulders. As his hands stroked down her arms he leaned in and started to nuzzle her neck. She tipped her head back to allow him better access and he obliged by licking, nibbling and kissing his way from under her jaw down the column of her neck to the hollow above her collar bone. His tongue swirled in the hollow at the base of her neck as his hands moved in and his palms swirled over her nipples. She took a long shuddering breath and her hands came up to stroke his back.

His lips trailed kisses down to her left nipple where they closed greedily over the sensitive nub. His hands kneaded her flesh and his mouth nibbled and sucked. After visiting the same attention on her other breast, he sank slowly to one knee, burning a trail down her abdomen with his lips and tongue.

Tonks felt positively dizzy as he sat back on his heel and began spreading lather over her hips and belly. He worked his way slowly down one leg and when he got to her ankle he pulled forward slightly on her knee with one hand and raised her foot a few inches with the other. Momentarily unsteadied, she reached out a hand for the wall.

“No.” His growl stopped her. Puzzled, she looked down into his expressionless face. “If you need to hang on to something, hang on to me.”

She willingly shifted her grip to his shoulders though she had to bend forward to do it. He slowly washed her foot, kneading and flexing it and washing carefully between each of her toes. She giggled and squirmed as it tickled. Finished at last, he carefully rinsed the soap off the bottom before putting it down and lifting the other foot. He treated this foot to the same careful bath but when he was done, instead of setting it down, he lifted it and placed it on the side of the tub. Tonks wavered a moment trying to keep her balance and he shifted the foot of his bent leg forward past hers so she could brace her knee against the inside of his thigh. This put his face very close to her thatch of brown curls. His fingers trailed lightly up the insides of her legs and she moaned when his hand finally settled between her legs. He pressed the heel of his hand over her clit and rubbed slowly in a circle while his fingers teased open her lips and gently stroked her soaking slit. She moaned again and her fingers twined in his hair. He stroked back and forth until she was quivering, then slowly reached forward with his tongue and found her clit. He circled the trembling nub with his tongue then closed his lips over it and sucked. At the same time, the thumb of his right hand slipped into her pussy and the index finger into her ass. She came at once, crying out and gripping handfuls of his hair. He continued with what he was doing as if nothing had happened and Tonks was soon moaning softly again. His mouth moved back and forth, licking, sucking, teasing. His long fingers stroked inside her. Her hands gripped convulsively in his hair and he reached up his left hand to loosen her fingers. She leaned forward and transferred her grip to his shoulders. Trailing his fingers up her belly he cupped and squeezed her breast. She hardly noticed when he slipped a second finger in her behind. His fingers pinched and pulled her nipple and she felt another orgasm building. He seemed to know just when it was about to peak and gave a hard pinch to her nipple while biting down on her clit. She screamed as her body jerked with the force of her orgasm and he had to stand and wrap an arm around her to keep her from collapsing. As the shudders died away, he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her deeply. She tasted herself on his tongue and sucked greedily. Then he was pulling back, once again holding out the soap.

“Your turn,” he said casually.

She started at his neck and worked down his arms then up and over his chest. She took her time, stroking and massaging. She ran her nails over his nipples and smiled as she felt him shudder. Her hands lowered to his belly and she licked and kissed first one nipple then the other. A soft growl of pleasure rewarded her and she sank to her knees in front of him. Working around his large erection she spent as much time and gave as much care to washing his legs and feet as he had given to hers.

Finally, there was only one thing left and with a sigh of pleasure, she wrapped one hand around his cock and the other around his balls. She soaped and stroked and teased and tickled until she felt the heavy muscles of his thighs begin to tremble. Turning him slightly so the water cascaded over the front of him she wiped the suds away. Then with the water still flowing full over his groin she moved forward and slid his cock into her mouth. Down her throat it slipped until it was buried all the way inside her. She drew back slowly, cupping his balls with her hand. Then methodically and steadily she began licking, biting and sucking. Now swirling her tongue around the end of his cock, now licking the underside from root to tip, now drawing him into her mouth, nipping his shaft with her teeth. Turning her attention to his balls she reached as far behind them as she could and drew her tongue firmly forward along the sensitive area behind the scrotum. Running her tongue along the seam on his balls she then gently drew first one then the other into her mouth, rolling them on her tongue. A deep moan escaped him and he reached for her wrists pulling her upright. Her arms wound around his neck and his around her waist as he kissed her deeply once more.

As she reeled from the kiss she was barely aware that the flow of water had stopped. Snape then set her away from him and handed her a large fluffy towel. He wrapped another around his waist and reached for his wand. A flick of the wrist and Tonks felt a warm tingling sensation all over and looking down saw that her skin and hair were dry. She saw that Snape was likewise dry and smiled. With a hand on the small of her back he guided her down the hall to his bedroom and unlocked the door. Once inside, he locked it and walked to the side of the bed. When he turned Tonks was surprised to see a scowl on his face.

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Chapter 4:

~~Out of the Frying Pan...~~

“Come here.” He pointed with his wand to the floor at his side.

Raising her eyebrows at his tone, Tonks nonetheless walked forward and stopped beside him facing the back wall of the room. Turning sideways, he gripped the towel and stripped it off her. He lifted his wand and placed the tip against the back of her neck. She felt a slight pricking sensation and pulled away.

“What was that?”

He smiled unpleasantly. “Just a spell to keep you from transmorfing again.” Then standing back, he motioned toward the bed. “Get on the bed and lie face down.”

Tonks frowned as she moved to obey. “Is that tone necessary?” She asked lightly, placing a knee on the bed.

A loud crack sounded and she found herself sprawling forward onto her face, her butt stinging from the vicious slap.

“Hey!” She protested, rolling over and sitting up to face Snape. In a flash, he was on the bed pushing her back and jerking her wrists over her head. Pinning her legs with one of his own, he gripped both her wrists in his wand hand and grabbed her chin with his other. His lips were a fraction of an inch from hers and his voice was soft. “Do not back talk me.” His mouth came down to claim hers in a kiss totally alien to the ones in the shower. Dominating and rough, it took much but gave nothing. A small chill went down Tonks’ spine.

He sat up releasing her hands, but when she went to lower them she found they were tied with a soft rope that was attached to the headboard. Snape smirked at her surprise and with a flick of his wand she was flopped over onto her stomach. When she tried to move, she found that her ankles were also tied to each corner of the bed spreading her legs.

Snape knelt between her knees and set his wand on the bed table close by. Gently, one hand massaged her sore bum.

“Such a pretty color,” he murmured. “But you don’t match.”

The fraction of a second warning was enough for Tonks to grab a mouthful of the bedclothes below her face so she didn’t cry out when his hand came down hard on her other cheek. He slapped her three more times before stopping and rubbing his hand over the burning flesh. He stroked and kneaded her tender butt for several minutes occasionally throwing in another slap. Tears were running down her face but she kept them hidden from him. She never remembered spankings hurting like this when she was a child but then, she thought ruefully, they probably weren’t supposed to.

Suddenly he leaned forward and placed his hands on her shoulders. She tensed, but his touch was feather light. His finger tips circled lightly for a moment then, just as she started to relax, he curved his fingers into claws he raked his fingernails down her back. A strangled cry escaped around the mouthful of sheet and blanket. He sat back for a moment surveying the effect.

“Yes,” he murmured softly, “I do think the stripes go well with the spots.” Moving swiftly, he reached forward and raked her back again. “Much better,” his voice was filled with satisfaction. Once again, his fingers danced lightly over her back, stroking and teasing as they moved from her hips to her shoulders. Fearing what was coming, Tonks braced herself and sure enough, when those long fingers got to her shoulders, they again turned into weapons. This time he didn’t stop at her hips but dragged his nails over the tender flesh of her butt and on down the backs of her legs. With a huge effort Tonks kept from crying out.

His fingers trailed gently up the insides of her thighs and his right hand came to rest between her legs. She tensed with fear but his touch was light as he began stroking her. After a moment or two, she drew a deep breath and relaxed a bit. Immediately, his fingers dipped inside her slit, still stroking back and forth. Unable to help herself, Tonks groaned into the pillow. Snape’s finger slipped inside her and began to gently circle and stroke. Tonks moaned again and she started moving her hips against the bed. Moving back a bit, Snape grabbed her hips and lifted her up and back onto her knees. She gasped as the rope holding her wrists drew tight, then stifled a cry of surprise as it lengthened to accommodate her new position. She managed to pull her elbows under herself a bit so her weight was not resting on her face and neck. Once again his hands caressed her and she shivered when she felt his tongue slip inside her. He licked and sucked her, moving forward and back until she thought she would go out of her mind. And then she felt the pressure of his thumb against her anus. She whimpered and moved away a bit, but couldn’t bring herself to get too far from the magical fingers and tongue. He circled her anus pressing gently and when her muscles relaxed a bit, dipped his thumb in her dripping pussy to wet it well and then slipped it inside her butt. She moaned aloud and pressed back into his hand.

Instantly, his hands were gone and his hard cock was sliding inside her pussy. He rocked her hips back onto his cock then drove her forward where she pushed herself back again. Reaching forward, he grasped her breasts and played with her rock hard nipples. Tonks was panting with desire by the time he pulled his cock out of her wet pussy and pressed it firmly against her other hole. Leaning steadily into her, the head slipped in before she had a chance to realize what was going on. At that point, however, her eyes opened wide as a white hot pain ripped into her. With a cry she lunged forward but Snape went with her, then promptly pulled her back to her head down - butt up position. She fought him, crying out in protest, but he remained where he was, hands firmly grasping her hips. After a few moments when she realized nothing more was happening, she stopped fighting. He immediately leaned into her again, pushing an inch or so more of his cock inside her. Again the white-hot pain seared through her and she struggled against him. With a crack, his hand came down on the butt. She gasped and froze for a moment. He took advantage of her distraction to withdraw his cock to the head then smoothly press in again, adding another inch or two inside her.

“Nooooo,” she screamed, “please, noooo!”

Snape suddenly leaned forward and winding his fingers in the hair on the back of her head, jerked her cruelly upright on her knees pulling her body against his. She fought him franticly until her gave her a shake and spat, “Be still!” in her ear. She froze instantly.

“Now you listen to me,” he hissed in her ear. “This is going to happen whether you want it to or not so you might as well dispense with the theatrics.” He waited for a response but the only one he got was a single tear sliding down Tonks’ cheek. “Try and relax,” his voice was soft with sarcasm. “You might even enjoy it.”

With that, he shoved her face back down into the bed, drew his cock back to the head and drove it hard all the way inside her. Again she struggled as the pain burned through her but he dragged her back by her hips and proceeded to pump in and out of her in a steady rhythm. Tonks struggled a bit longer to no avail and then gave up. When she stopped fighting, she relaxed and when she relaxed, the pain went away. Her eyes opened in surprise and she stayed perfectly still. All the pain had disappeared and her body shivered as new sensations began to clamor for attention. She found herself tentatively leaning into his strokes and heard his soft chuckle. His grip loosened on her hips and he started stroking her back, hips and thighs. Then his hand came around and stroked her belly and breasts. She shuddered and moved more urgently against him. His hands came up to her hips again and stilled their sway. For a moment he paused deep inside her, then began to slowly pull back. She gasped at the sensation. When he had pulled all the way back to the head he started in again, slowly and steadily. Her body convulsed and she cried out. It was the most exquisite feeling she had ever known but she couldn’t figure if it was exquisitely painful or exquisitely wonderful. So many signals were firing through her body she didn’t know what she felt. Slowly he stroked inside her and she cried out again. It was an animal cry of wanting, but she didn’t know what she wanted except that she couldn’t stand much more of this. She tried in vain to pick up the pace and end the slow smooth torture but he held her firm.

“Pleeease!” She wailed.

“Please, what?” His voice was slightly breathless.

“Oh, God, I can’t stand it! Harder, please, harder!”

His fingers dug into her hips as he maintained the slow, steady stroking. “I will fuck you any way I want. You know that, don’t you?” It came out a growl.

“Yes, yes anything, please, just fuck me harder, please!” She was almost incoherent with her begging.

He stopped, all the way inside her. “You’re not telling me what to do, are you?”

Tonks wailed and tried to move her hips against him. Reaching forward he again grabbed her hair and pulled her upright against his chest once more. His other hand came around and brushed over her breast then stroked down her belly and rubbed gently between her legs.

“Do you want me to stop?” His tone was conversational.

Her body was shivering and tears were running down her cheeks. “No,” she whimpered.

“No, what?” His tone was light.

“No, please don’t stop. Please!”

“That’s better.” His voice was soft. He then pushed her gently back down on the bed and suddenly thrust into her as hard as he could. He continued to pound her savagely for several seconds as she writhed and cried out in pleasure. He then slowed his pace to a steady rhythm and his hand slipped across her belly, his fingers finding her clit. His fingers worked in rhythm with his hips and in seconds Tonks’ orgasm hit. She screamed into the bed and her body bucked violently against Snape. The orgasm seemed to go on forever until she finally collapsed forward in exhaustion. He fell with her, catching himself on his hands. Ever so gently and slowly, he slid himself out of her and she cried out as he left her.

“Stay still.” The command was whispered in her ear. Tonks didn’t have the strength to answer, let alone go anywhere and she lay trembling and panting where she had fallen. She heard the door click behind him and in no time click again as he came back. The side of the bed sank as he sat on it and she turned her face away, even though her eyes were closed. She felt one of his hands smooth over her very sore butt and start to ease her cheeks apart. She groaned in protest and started to tense but his growl stopped her and she lay still. A warm, moist cloth settled gently on her very tender anus and gently wiped and stroked. She sighed and relaxed. The feelings and emotions that whirled around inside her defied definition. She stopped trying to sort them out and gave herself up to the gentle warmth. The warm washcloth went away and she found herself being brushed with a soft towel. That stopped and she heard what sounded like a jar opening. A moment later she started slightly as Snape’s hand found her anus and gently rubbed in a sharp smelling ointment. When his finger slipped inside her and smoothed the cream gently, she felt the pain and soreness melt away. She sighed when he stopped. Next she heard the sound of another bottle opening and smelled a fresh herbal smell. He rubbed his hands together and then began to smooth them over her back, buttocks and legs. The burning and stinging from her abused skin subsided and was replaced by a pleasant coolness. He rubbed her body lightly for several minutes before wiping his hands on the towel and recapping the bottle and jar.

“Are you feeling better?” He asked gently.

“Much, thank you.” She murmured settling into the bed, hardly minding that her hands were still tied over her head.

“That’s good.” His voice was brisk and he bent close to her. Suddenly alarmed, she opened her eyes to find his face inches from hers. His smile was rather nasty. “Because I’m not finished!”

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Chapter 5:

~~...into the Fire~~

Standing, he grabbed his wand. He gave it a casual wave and Tonks found herself on her back, the ropes snug and her legs spread once more. With an unpleasant smile, Snape got on the bed and made himself comfortable on his knees between her legs.

“Now then.” He reached up with his wand and placed it gently under her ear. Her eyes grew large with fear but she didn’t look away from him. Noting her look, he sat back again with a look of exaggerated surprise.

“Fear, Tonks? Are you finally catching on?” He lunged forward, his hands landing on either side of her head and his face stopping an inch from hers.

“HAVE YOU FINALLY FIGURED OUT HOW INCREDABLY STUPID IT IS TO APROACH A WIZARD UNINVITED? YOU DIDN’T EVEN HAVE YOUR WAND!” He yelled in her face. Tonks froze. He was right about her wand. It was in her bedroom in the back pocket of her jeans.

“But,” she croaked out between dry lips, “it’s you! I trust you.” The last words were whispered.

His hand gripped her throat and squeezed. Once again he spoke in her face. “You must trust no one! You don’t know who are in league with the Dark Lord and believe me, they will not hesitate to kill you. They revel in torturing the innocent and the weak and are completely without mercy or pity.”

Tonks’ vision started to blur. He finally released her and sat back up. “You know there are those who say I am still one of the Dark Lord’s?” She nodded but couldn’t speak through her bruised throat. She tried to swallow and managed to croak out, “I don’t believe it.”

He gave a sharp bark of laughter. “Not yet, anyway.”

Again he placed the wand under her ear and drew it slowly along the line of her jaw. It left a warm and tingling trail on her skin that was rather pleasant. Slowly, it dipped down her throat and along her collar bone. Tonks grunted slightly as the tingle became a sharp prickle for a moment before subsiding again.

Languidly, he drew the wand over her body tracing lazy circles and swirls. Mostly the sensation was pleasant, but sometimes the sharp prickle was back. As the seconds ticked by, the prickling became more common than the tingling and she shifted in discomfort. Her nipples were stiff in protest and as the wand slid toward her pussy she tensed. The warm tingle was back however as he traced the wand along her pussy lips and gently inserted it into her. He drew it up and circled her clit and she moaned with pleasure. Suddenly the prickle was back and she yelped in pain as it attacked her tender clit. Keeping the wand moving, he traced down her legs and up the insides of her thighs. The skin there was tender and the pricks made her jump. Still the wand continued on, moving back toward her shoulders. Suddenly she jumped as there came a sharp jabbing sensation from the wand; rather like the sting of a bee. The discomfort was much greater now, the pleasant sensations all gone. Now the mild part was the prickling and the jabs were coming more often. She looked down and saw that her skin was covered with trails of tiny red dots and there were angry looking wheals from the jabs. The wand headed toward her pussy again and she couldn’t help but struggle. There was a harder jolt, like an electrical shock.

“Why are you doing this?” It came out as a scream.

He lifted the wand and looked at her in great surprise as though the answer should be obvious. “Because I want to.”

Tonks stopped struggling and turned her head away. Tears flowed over her cheeks and she tried to hide them.

Snape calmly went back to drawing painful pictures on her skin. The wand approached her pussy again and she tensed in spite of herself. But when it moved over her most tender part, it was as if the power had been turned down and the sensation was once again light, warm and pleasant. Slowly he circled her clit with the wand and her body responded eagerly. With a moan of pleasure she lifted her hips to him. He continued to circle her clit oh, so slowly and she was soon panting in passion and frustration. Snape continued in the same rhythm until her body arched and she cried out with her orgasm. But still he didn’t stop, never breaking the slow stroking of the wand. She tried to move her over- sensitive clit away from him but he followed her movements and before long she was starting to moan with pleasure again.

Three more times he slowly and unrelentingly brought her to climax until she was exhausted and trembling. Then with a sardonic smile, he waved the ropes away, set his wand down and gently covered her body with his own. Supporting his upper body on his elbows he slid his upper arms under her shoulders and cradled her face in his hands. His kiss was long and gentle and deep and she sucked hungrily at his tongue. He then kissed her face and neck and shoulders, taking his time and moving slowly. Her hands came down and wound in his hair as his lips nibbled a path to her right nipple. Involuntarily she flinched as his mouth closed over the raw skin.

Abruptly, he rose up on his knees and she gave a small mewl of longing. He reached to the bedside table again and this time the scent of almonds came to her as he rubbed some oil between his hands. Ever so gently he smoothed the oil over her tortured skin and she sighed as it soothed and comforted. In a few minutes he was done and after wiping his hands on the towel, he stretched out beside her, sliding one arm under her neck and drawing her close. He continued where he’d left off at her breast and slid his hand down between her legs. She whimpered in vague protest of more stimulation to her swollen and sore parts. He covered her with his hand and rubbed gently with the heel of his hand while his long fingers teased her open and slipped inside. He stroked slowly while transferring his lips to her other breast. Her hips arched up as she pressed into his hand and a small animal sound came from deep in her throat.

He moved quickly to cover her body with his own and in one smooth motion thrust his cock deep inside her. She gave a cry of pleasure and wrapped her legs around his waist. They moved together as one and her nails raked his back and she fought to meet his thrusts with equal ones of her own. Ever in control, Snape varied the pace of the loving and Tonks followed willingly until he was thrusting ever harder and faster. She felt a long slow orgasm break and flung her head back, crying out with abandon. Her pussy spasmed around his cock and with a final drive into her he came as well.

Slowly, he sank down on top of her burying his face in her neck. Their heavy breathing was the only sound in the room and it was a few minutes before it slowed and they both stirred. Raising his head, he kissed her deeply before sliding out of her and lowering himself to the bed beside her where he flopped over on his back. His hand rested on her thigh as though he was not quite willing to break all contact yet.

Tonks’ hand came up and rubbed her face. “Shit!”

Snape couldn’t repress a chuckle. “How elegant.”

“No, listen..... say, can I call you Severus?”

“No!”

“Really? I mean, not even after..”

“NO!”

“All right, all right!”

Snape rolled over and pushed her gently onto her side facing away from him. He mumbled something and the covers came up to cover then and the light in the lamp went low. Firmly, he pulled her against him, curving her body to fit into his. She gave a deep sigh and nestled against him, then drew breath to speak.

He preempted her. “Go to sleep, Tonks.”

“Mmmmm,” her reply was fuzzy and she was asleep when he continued softly, “Tonight you can hide away from the world.”

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To be continued in Part 2.