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Yay for more oneshots :D Thanks to my dear friend Hero for being my beta; you're amazing. This is just something I came up with the other day. Enjoy, all, and let me know what you think!
WARNING: MATURE CONTENT. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Also, Snape is very OOC in this. Don't get me wrong, I am absolutely in love with Snarky Snape. But I just figured what the heck, something different. Hee hee.
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters belong to JKR and Warner Brothers.
Smile Like You're Actually Happy
Hermione Granger was not easily surprised.
This was the emotion, however, that she chose as she sat in her little cubicle at the Ministry of Magic in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office, nearly open-mouthed at her boss, who was blathering on about how he finally found an assistant for her. She had worked for the Ministry for five years since leaving Hogwarts, and it was only now that she had received some help in the office. Her dear friend Harry Potter had at last thwarted Lord Voldemort in his final year, allowing her to pursue her ambitions to make the world a better place following the aftermath. Nodding slightly and not paying attention to her employer's words, her eyes were fixated on the outside of her cubicle, the topmost portion of a person's head just barely brushing over the top. She had only known one person in her life who had hair that dark, apart from Harry of course, though she instantly brushed the thought out of her mind.
No…it couldn't be…
"Miss Granger?" The familiar address jolted Hermione out of her state as she glared at her boss, completely transfixed. He rolled his eyes and motioned for the figure to enter the cubicle. Hermione nearly swallowed her tongue in an effort to keep from screaming wildly.
The figure entered her office alongside her boss, his tall, thin frame amusing in comparison to the short and pudgy one of her employer, who was grinning from ear to ear, clapping the man on the shoulder excitedly. Neither of his two staff seemed to mimic the expression, though he attempted to keep the aura about the room bright nevertheless.
"Miss Granger, I do believe you know Severus Snape?" her boss questioned, purposely taking note of the rush of blood to her face. "Ah, it appears that you do?"
"We've met," Snape said rather coldly, his dark eyes piercing Hermione's heart like daggers. She wanted to shiver in her seat, but it would plainly give away the rush of emotions plaguing her mind, and instead chose to straighten her pencil skirt in an effort to hide it. To her dismay, it did not go unnoticed.
"Excellent, excellent!" her boss chortled. "I will just leave you both to organize the tasks that you withhold, Miss Granger. Be sure to give her your full assistance, Mr. Snape, and have fun!" He departed the room, whistling to himself and ignoring the fact that the two employees were glaring at each other in a destructive manner. Hermione snorted at her boss' words as he left, hardly thinking that the word "fun" would describe the actions between the two of them.
"Pardon me," Hermione said sweetly, but her words were thick like honey, "but what is your purpose here, Professor? You do not seem the type to be working at the Ministry, much less in this department."
Snape blinked once, showing no signs of emotion whatsoever. "Since the Dark Lord has been vanquished, I have decided to seek a new alternative for a job, since I no longer wish to teach at Hogwarts. However, this was the only position open at the moment until I find a better one…though I daresay, I did not have the slightest implication that I would be working with one of my former students. Nevertheless, you are no longer my student and are not required to call me Professor any longer." In Hermione's ears, the words held little meaning to them, but unbeknownst to the young witch, Snape was picking his phrases carefully, not wanting to reveal the true reason why he had come.
Hermione fidgeted in her seat restlessly, tremors running throughout her body. It had been five years since she looked upon her former Potions master, though he had not altered much, on the outside at least. His robes were still one dark shade of black, though his cloak was distinctly a darker green. The hooked nose and blackened hair she had been accustomed to was the same as well, and he still stood haughtily, crossing his arms in a protective manner. She took in his appearance with regret, as the mere sight of him was more than she could possibly handle. Throughout the years at Hogwarts, and even now, she was purely terrified of him, though he had a less foreboding nature about him. There was certainly something different about this wizard, and not just in the way he looked. Still, it was difficult to penetrate those darkened eyes of his and find the truth, so she let it be…for now.
Her thoughts were interrupted as Snape continued. "I am willing, however, to put the past behind us, to leave all grudges of Slytherin and Gryffindor behind the walls of Hogwarts, and focus completely upon this work, as it is clearly important to both of us. Am I correct?"
She nodded. "Yes. It reminds me of my childhood, even before Hogwarts began…" Hermione ended up smiling slightly at the end of the sentence, the memories of growing up in a Muggle house still clear in her mind. Snape paid no attention to her reminiscing, but instead proceeded to the doorway of the cubicle. He paused before exiting, turning his head to face the smiling witch.
"Let this be the beginning of our…new acquaintance. I shall return tomorrow, in preparation for working as your assistant. For now, I must depart and send in my official resignation at Hogwarts." His silky voice hit the young woman like an explosive, and the smile slid off her face instantly, her heart doubling in tempo. Before she could say another word, Snape had already departed the cubicle, and it was right then that Hermione decided that she wouldn't, or couldn't, let him go, let him disappear from her life once more. Not again.
"S-Severus?" she questioned timidly, testing his first name and poking her head out of the doorframe. His receding back paused, foot in mid-step. She half expected him to continue, but to her astonishment, he turned around in place, his cloak billowing behind him. "Hold on a moment…" She paused when she reached him, attempting to get the words through. "Since this is the start of…a new beginning, I was wondering if you would like to join me for a drink later. I could educate you in the aspects of this job, if you like." She was sure that her words were shaking with every syllable, praying that he would not become aware of it.
Snape nodded once, and very curtly, though with hesitation. "I shall await your arrival at the fountain," he said quietly. He knew the risks of being with the witch in a confined place, hoping that he could subside his wishes for the duration. He left again and departed with Floo Powder from a fireplace, to which Hermione watched with curiosity. The moment he was gone from her sight, she nearly ran back to her cubicle like a child and sat in her chair, knees pulled to her chest. Immersed in her thoughts, she was nearly ready to break down right then and there.
What were the odds of Professor Severus Snape entering her life for the second time, years after Voldemort had once and for all been defeated, Hogwarts had been reopened, and peace had been restored to humanity? Perhaps, she thought, he wanted to make a new start in his life away from the darkness that had once concealed him and had hidden his true self from the world. Still, his return to her had been completely unsuspected, just as she was beginning to forget…
Shivering slightly, Hermione straightened her body properly on the chair, forcing herself to concentrate on the sneezing clock in front of her. She attempted to cast the correct silencing charm upon it, but her efforts were rebutted. Her mind lingered on her new assistant who so happened to be the object of her desire throughout her schooling years. He was a brilliant wizard, no doubt, and an exceptional potion-maker. Despite her friends' accusations since first year, she had never considered him to be the antagonist in the situations that arose. Constantly in his defense, she had discovered which side he was truly for, being loyal to the resistance, and had been right the entire time. Nevertheless, that was then, and this was now. It was clear that he was seeing things in a newer perspective, perhaps a kinder one than what she had known before. Either way, he was the only thing she thought about for the remainder of the day.
She found it impossible to focus until mid-afternoon, when it was time to depart. The blood flowed through Hermione's veins with such pressure that she felt she would pop a vessel. The more she tried to calm her nerves, the more excited her brain became. Breathing slowly and deeply, she made her way to the center of the Ministry, towards the elegant fountain. Each footstep she made pounded the same mantra into her head, clouding her mind excessively.
It's just to redeem our friendship…nothing more…just to have a small drink and that's it…
The part of Hermione's brain that knew the difference between right and wrong was fighting for control over the other portion, the one which knew the truth and would stop at nothing to uncover it. It forcefully corrupted the lying part of her mind and emerged the truth from it, forcing her to succumb to those deep, inner feelings she possessed, the very same ones that she had held in for far too long.
Are you sure?
"Would you like a cup of tea?" Hermione asked kindly, doing her best to keep the atmosphere light. "Or something else…I've got butterbeer, scotch if you would like something stronger—"
"Tea would be fine," Snape said calmly, and the witch nodded, flicking her wand at the teapot upon the stove. It boiled and whistled instantly, hovering over to the teacups on the small table, pouring the honey-colored liquid in each one. The two of them were sitting across from each other at a small table in Hermione's quaint little house on the outskirts of London. A silver candelabrum hung from the ceiling, flames dancing upon the walls. Neither one of them were looking at the other, and Snape's heart simply would not be able to handle it if he did so, for she was quite a stunning young witch, one that had been unreachable for so many long years now that it was almost unbearable. And yet, here they sat in each other's presence, resentment slowly fading away and being replaced by its opposite.
Hermione then proceeded to pour cream and add two scoops of sugar into her drink, but Snape swallowed it instantly, inhaling the sweet scent of herbs and feeling the scalding liquid burn his throat slightly. His black eyes peered over the cup for a quick moment, watching intently as the young woman brought the fine china to her smooth lips, taking a small sip and setting it down again, but not before noticing his gaze.
"Why, Severus, I do believe you are staring at me," Hermione noted, the slight blush creeping to her face. The flush resembled that of holly berries at Christmastime, and Snape could not help but keep his eyes locked on them. The color was glorious, unlike any other that he had ever seen. Never had there been a time when a woman flushed in his presence, highly unlikely even when he was glancing at them with such an intriguing nature, and even less so when they were the slightest bit attractive, which she happened to be…though, in his eyes, it was more than slightly. His pasty skin would have changed color as well, were it not for the sound that was suddenly emitted from her vocal chords.
Hermione had cleared her throat; in an instance Snape blinked quickly, his fingers wrapped around the handle of the teacup with a firmness to them. Her head was inclined to the side in question of his actions, lips curled into a slight smile. Shiny brown curls graced her shoulders as they did so, gleaming by the light of the candles in the kitchen. A chuckle came from her, and he muttered an apology, finally finding the nerve to avert his eyes.
"It's quite all right," she mused, as though she were reading his mind. The room was silent for a moment, though not awkwardly, but more relaxing and comfortable, hanging in the air with a warm feeling to it. The two were both at a loss for words, sipping their tea thoughtfully, eyes wandering to anything but each other. Amber ones traveled yet again to their solace, the mahogany bookshelves, while the darker ones found a brick fireplace, contents blackened with the remains of previous flames. Snape sighed, his chest tugging at him as the log snapped cleanly in two, dropping to the floor. Looking away from the embers, he focused on the remains of the kitchen, with several doorways leading to a variety of rooms. A hallway, perhaps, or a dining room could be concealed behind one, with the possibility of a bedroom behind another. The house, though small, was elegant in all its simplicity.
"You've changed."
The words were out of Snape's mouth before he could control them, penetrating the silence with redemption. Hermione's eyes snapped back, looking at him with curiosity, a fire he had never noticed. "How do you mean?"
Snape instantly lamented saying anything, coming to the witch's house, implanting himself in her life once more. There was absolutely no way it could solve any of his problems. As his palms turned clammy around the cup, they shook slightly, words struggling in his throat. New phrases were sketched out in his mind, none of which would suit the situation, though he could not leave her question lingering for long. "You just aren't the same as you were five years ago…Hermione." He addressed her without her surname or the proper title for the first time, rolling off his tongue smoothly. Surprise was impressed upon both of their faces, and Snape did not have the heart to look away, pouring himself in her soul. Since the Dark Lord had been vanquished, he felt alive, he felt free, knowing he could say whatever he desired. "You are successful now, with a job at the Ministry of Magic. You have your own place to reflect your personality and your achievements."
Hermione nodded. "Yes, I suppose that's true. I've come a long way now from Hogwarts, haven't I?" She smiled fully now, showing straight white teeth, none of which were out of proportion as they had been before, when she was his clever student. She was still clever in all her endeavors, growing from the small eleven year old to the young woman she was now. The wizard shivered, yet another reaction he had never received in his life, a smile. Hardly realizing it, the words became a murmur now, a finger tracing the edge of the white saucer upon which the teacup sat. Hermione reached for a scone and nibbled on it thoughtfully as he continued, clinging to his every word.
"Your physical features are different as well," he commented, daring to venture to acknowledge her appearance aloud, voice low and husky. Snape's gaze remained upon her smiling lips, taking it in while it was still available for him to perceive. "I see you have certainly done something with those brown curls of yours—" Hermione chuckled at this, "—and overall, you've just grown up…" His voice trailed off, silencing himself before he revealed any more. He forced himself to avoid looking at anything below her slender neck, which curved off nicely into supple breasts and hips, long legs poking out from underneath her skirt. She was certainly very pretty now, as she had always been, though it had been easier to ignore the fact during Hogwarts, as he had to resume the role of professor. However, the characters had changed; she was no longer his Potions student, and therefore just another…friend.
The witch drank her tea once more, studying him carefully. She took note of his position as he sat, the target of his eyes, the way his body was angled as though protective of himself. His fingers drummed soundlessly on a silk-covered crossed arm, and it was then that she spoke up, addressing their proximity, how it had altered from student and teacher in five years. But now, it was equal: simply a witch and wizard with concealed truths hidden beneath the shadows of their lives not knowing where they were headed, but wanting nothing more than for this moment to last.
"You want to kiss me, don't you?"
Snape shot out of his trance the moment she spoke, colorless cheeks now becoming the opposite. "I—I don't…" he stammered, internally smacking himself for his behavior. This was purely tea, a reunion of two acquaintances from school, and nothing greater than that. Severus Snape would not, by any means, kiss this young witch, feel her warmth against his and aid in the joining of their spirits, focusing on nothing but each other's presence in newly explored territory…
But he wanted to. Oh, Merlin, did he want to.
"Don't fret about it," Hermione reassured softly. "I understand. It was merely a thought, since you came here, after all, it would be…" She stopped speaking almost as soon as she had begun, flicking the silver spoon in her teacup idly as she peered at its contents and finishing her scone, not daring to look at her former teacher. She paused, however, actions subsided as his larger, cool fingers encircled hers in a light grasp, the teaspoon plinking against the china as it was released. Her lower lip trembled at his touch, something that she had never experienced yet longed for over the course of many years.
"Yes." Snape's voice was down to a whisper. The hand that was upon hers let go, to Hermione's disappointment, but felt the heat in her body rush quickly as soon as his fingers brushed the warm skin of her cheek, to which she blushed deeper and closed her eyes with emotions wracking her brain. She kept her head cast downward, completely frightened of being captured in his eyes, though it ached inside with the want to do so. His voice was soft as he spoke, almost in a pleading tone, yet comforting at the same time.
"Look at me."
Hermione tilted her head upwards to see that Snape had leaned across the small table, her face still cupped carefully in his palm, eyes glistening with desire. Her own ones widened as he brought himself closer, almost hesitant. Hermione's heart controlled her body as she met him the rest of the way, closing her lids as soon as contact of lips was made. Though his were larger, they were gentle and soft, the kiss light. Snape's fingers caressed her cheek with feathery gentleness, causing a thrill to shoot down her spine like a firework, exploding in the pit of her stomach. It felt different, it felt right, and she almost unknowingly found herself pressing deeper against his mouth, adjusting to the sweetness of his kiss. The moment she regained command of her actions, he pulled away, leaving Hermione with a sense of thirst for that wonderful sentiment again.
It was clear that Snape thought the same, for as he pulled away, the fingers that had been upon her cheek were now brought to her lips, running over their warm tenderness. His eyes were no longer black, but full of life and light, dancing along with the candle flames. Hermione quavered in her seat, his touch like fire upon her mouth, wanting so deeply for her lips to be reunited with his. Snape stood up completely, secretly wishing the same, though he assumed his actions had gone too far already. Hermione's eyes closed as his fingers left, still feeling him there. A sigh was released from her lungs without him hearing, for he was too engrossed in buttoning up his cloak, not once looking at the young witch.
"I should go," he murmured. "I'm sorry."
Snape was moments away from Apparating straight out of the room when he paused, forcing himself to look at Hermione curiously. He could have sworn she had spoken, or perhaps it had been the wood floor creaking under his shoes. She was still glancing downward, chestnut curls shielding her shimmering eyes from view. Once again he readied himself, but froze for a second time, absolutely positive that she had spoken.
The word came cleanly and purely from her lips, reaching his ears with such a forgiving, aspirating tone behind it, and it was at this moment that Snape refused to turn back into his past and accept the future as it came, which he certainly intended on sharing with her. Hermione rose to her feet, each step shaking as she strode over to him, slowly anticipating each step. His eyes were fixated upon her once more with such dire infatuation that he felt as though he would burst. She faced him, lifting her head to see his face, and her heart melted into a puddle in the pit of her stomach. Fighting the tears with every ounce of power she could muster, she knew she had lost as one trickled down her cheek swiftly. For so many years she had depended on him for success, and here she stood now, even after he had disappeared from her life, and she still wanted him. She still needed him.
Lifting one trembling hand, Hermione placed it lightly on his chest, feeling his recklessly beating heart underneath her palm. Snape shivered, trying to hide it from the younger witch, but it did not go unnoticed. An exhilarating breath came as she wriggled into his arms, taking in his sweet scent, sending her brain into a wild frenzy. He pressed her warm body against his, securing her in his hold. The last thing Snape wanted to do was let go; she was the first one to care, the first to desire him for who he truly was. His arms were strongly wrapped around Hermione's petite body, so small and delicate, but sturdy at the same time, muscles tense.
"Hermione," he murmured, burying his face into her wavy locks, mirroring her previous action. Her name was breathless as he spoke, finding it difficult to express himself with words. Eyes shooting open at his tone, Hermione pulled away almost instantly, divulging the secret behind his mask. His eyes were filled with emotions unlike any others that he had ever expressed, overflowing with passion, longing, and pure lust.
"Tell me what you want," she whispered, the fire igniting in her lower stomach as his fingers trailed down her spine, rightfully claiming what was his.
"I want you."
In one smooth motion, Hermione was lifted off of the floor in Snape's arms, a hiss of revelation coming from deep within. His lips locked with hers powerfully as he carried her, somewhat blindly, towards an open door to the kitchen. Opening one eye quickly but not distracting himself from the kiss, his assumptions were correct, as he had entered her bedroom. Her fingers clutched at his black strands as she wrestled him for entry into his mouth, still trusting him as he held her in the air.
Snape set her down on the bed gently, breaking apart from her reluctantly to glance around the room. At least two more bookcases were pushed up against the walls, filled to capacity. The walls were painted pale gold in tribute to her Gryffindor homage with white curtains adorning the windows. The large four-poster bed she sat upon was also dressed in white linen, matching the curtains perfectly. Two small night tables were on either side of it, one of which had a book splayed out upside down, which Hermione was obviously in mid-read. It was a pretty little room, no doubt about it, and certainly reflected its owner.
"Severus…" The whisper came from Hermione pleadingly, snapping him out of his gaze. His attention turned back to the sitting witch, who was twirling a strand of hair around her finger and biting the corner of her lip in anticipation. Hermione's eyes were livid, not angrily, but more with the want to satisfy the blissful pain she had endured for many years. He looked at her, and she at him, and it was unanimously yet silently decided to ease the ache inside the both of them that so desperately needed to be fulfilled.
He sat down on the bed at once, taking her face carefully but firmly in both of his hands and joining their lips together once more in a tangled frenzy for domination. Hermione responded with equal enthusiasm, ensuring that she put every ounce of desire she had suppressed into the kiss. His tongue ran along her plump lips, begging to enter inside of them, and she granted it to him, swirling her own tongue around his in an effort to gain control. Hermione had wanted this for far too long, and unknowingly, so had he, both of whom wanted this more than anything. Fingers twisted in hair, caressed each other's bodies, moved to unknown places. Snape pulled away from their kiss to look at her, to take in her entire body. Amber eyes smiled and gleamed with lust as they stared into the glittering ones of her target, never before seeing this expression upon his face. His cheeks were flushed, lips curling up into a smirk. Oh, how she loved that smirk upon him and how much power it had over her.
Snape tenderly grasped her shoulders and pushed her backwards onto the bed, her head hitting the feather pillow lightly. Hermione looked up at him, chest heaving slightly with adrenaline, His chest tightened, knowing that the release of his ache would come quite soon, and it would be completely satisfying to do so. One trembling hand reached down as he leaned over, sweeping a brown curl out of her eye. She sighed at the contact, lids closing.
"Gods, you are so beautiful," he murmured, tracing his index finger from her forehead down to her cheek and across her lower lip. She kissed it gently, and he felt the breath hitch in his throat with contentment, dragging it down to the sensitive skin of her neck. Snape fingered her collarbone absentmindedly, teasing her ever so slightly. She sighed in pleasure as he leaned forwards, his body completely above hers, and pressed his lips to her neck, kissing her mischievously. Hermione's pulse sped up as he did so and Snape's smirk widened, knowing that he was indeed beginning to accomplish what she had always wanted.
Hermione's head tilted back, allowing him to access a larger range of skin, and as she did so, he sat up, straddling her upon the bed. She whimpered in eagerness as he fingered the buttons on her magenta blouse, wanting to rip it open but knowing it would be worth the wait. She allowed him to remove her shirt and expose her ample breasts, encased in red silk and lace. Hermione smiled at him and tugged on the bottom of his shirt as well, to which he quickly understood her implication and drew it over his head, exposing his bare chest to her. He was paler than most, but the muscles were still well defined, and he sited as she wrapped one hand around his neck and ran the other down his chest slowly.
"You don't know how long I've waited for you," he whispered, leaning down to brush the hair away from her face, kissing her forehead.
Confused, Hermione entangled her fingers in his black locks and gazed deeply into his eyes, looking for an answer. "I'm not sure I understand," she said. "Why me?"
Snape sighed and brushed her cheek gently with the back of his fingers. "Because you are the only one to see me for who I truly am, and have done so since our first encounter…seeing me as not a Death Eater, nor a traitor, but an honest man in search of his place in the world. And now, after the fall of darkness, I'm free…I've found it."
Hermione nearly wanted to cry at his words, for every bit of it was true; not once had she completely believed he had despicable intentions for any of his past actions. He was loyal, brilliant, put his life in danger in order to protect those he cared about, and it had worked in the end. His opposition thwarted, the shackles of guilt and death no longer held him back, and with desire running through every inch of his body, he had to find a way to fill the holes left behind his spirit. Snape's eyes were pleading as he watched her intently, the breath coming more and more restrained with fervor, and she would let him. Hermione needed to let him, needed to resolve the ache in both of their souls.
"Please…" she begged him, heart racing wildly. Snape nodded, locking lips with her again as she allowed him to open up her heart without fear. His hand ran along her smooth stomach and to her back, where he skillfully unhooked her bra and tossed it aside, never once breaking their connection. She kissed him passionately and with no regret as his hand moved once more to her front and over her firm breasts, causing her to gasp in his mouth ever so slightly. He knew well enough that she had never been treated this civilly with a man, and paused before going further, releasing both hands and lips from her skin.
"We don't have to do this, you know," he said softly, ensuring that this was still what she sought after. "You already know how I feel."
Hermione quickly shook her head, curls bouncing around her face and neck. "No…I want to, I need to do this. I need you."
Snape smirked once more. She needed him…this was certainly a change of events. His smirk sent shivers down her spine, which was not overlooked, and he taunted her by rolling one of her nipples between his fingers, sending her into a feral whirl of emotion.
"Your wish is my command," he said.
Hermione's hips lifted into the air as Snape's hands slid along them and to her lower back, where he quickly yanked down the zipper of her skirt and slid it down her finely toned legs, leaving her in only a pair of complementary red underwear that left little to the imagination. He tossed it next to her bra, reaching down to unbuckle his own trousers. However, her hands had already beaten him to it, and were working on releasing the silver buckle from its bindings. She quickly ripped the two portions apart and undid his own zipper, blushing fiercely when she pulled down the trousers and noticed his erection tenting his boxers. Snape sat up properly, peeling them off his legs completely. He could not help but chuckle slightly as she averted her eyes, cheeks rivaling the color of her undergarments.
His hand ran along the inside of her smooth thigh, brushing the thin fabric of her underwear several times. Leaning down, his erection pressed against her abdomen through his boxers and she gasped lightly, the need to be satisfied growing immensely. He brought his lips to her ear, feeling pleased when he heard the breath catch in her throat, making certain for the final time that she would not be repentant for this. "Are you afraid?"
Hermione's answer was firm this time. "No," she said.
This was the only answer he needed to continue, and Snape nodded, sitting back up again. His fingers gripped the elastic band of her underwear and pulled them down swiftly, revealing her dripping arousal. She was certainly in no position to turn back, nor wait any longer, and she had every intention of fulfilling her deepest wishes. Snape growled lowly as she brought his own boxers down to the blanket upon the bed, fingers accidentally brushing his pulsating tool nonchalantly. Hermione saw the gleam in his eyes, the lust brightening and dominating every part of darkness they once held. He positioned himself at her entrance, finding reassurance upon her face that she would not lament it at a later time.
"Do it," she hissed seductively, the craving almost becoming unbearable. Snape's hands grasped her hips firmly, spreading her legs apart with one knee. With one swift movement, he plunged directly into her, joining their bodies, minds, and hearts in a redeeming connection that had taken many years to create, putting the final brick in its glorious place.
Hermione screeched in pain and pleasure, arching her back as small tears spilled from her eyes yet again. Snape stayed perfectly still, not wanting to cause her any more emotional or physical pain that she was already in. Positioning himself above her without disrupting his place, he brought his lips to her cheek, kissing away her salty tears.
"Don't cry, just relax, don't cry…" he murmured, the silkiness to his voice washing over her with a sense of calmness to it, and her muscles loosened. Snape's lips trailed down her cheeks and pressed once more to her lips before removing them from her skin altogether.
Growing anxious, Hermione's hips swiveled to a more comfortable place, eyes begging for him to continue. The pain had mostly disappeared and was being replaced by a rather temperamental feeling, the hunger increasing within. He grunted softly as he penetrated further inside, feeling her internal temperature rise as he did so. She was extremely tight, and had most likely never been with a wizard of his age or ability, though he suspected some experimentation and minor exploration had occurred of her own accord. Hermione's head threw backwards as he slid himself almost completely out of her and back in again, sending an electrical shock up her spinal column.
"Oh gods, yes…" she groaned as he quickened his pace, mewling in satisfaction as he fulfilled the deep intense yearning she had kept secret for so many years. And now, as Severus Snape was ceasing the ache by joining his body with hers, she had never felt so alive in her entire life. His sighs in pleasure mixed with her cries of gratification as he thrust into her again and again, feeling her body quake under his. She clawed at his strong back, clutching tight to him in persuasion for him to continue. Their eyes connected, the undeniable lust bringing them both close to the pinnacle. Each breath that was released from their lips was deliciously sweet, the sweat clinging to their bodies like a beloved sweater.
"Hermione." Snape uttered her name as he drove himself into her wetness, feeling her wrapped around him like a hot sleeve. This, he realized, was better than any emotion he had ever felt, more rewarding than being ordered to rape innocent Muggles under the power of Voldemort, bringing him that rare happiness he coveted so deeply. She was purely everything he could ever desire, breasts bouncing voluptuously as he reached his climax, feeling his juices spill into that of the young witch, knowing that shortly she would as well. Hermione shrieked his name while doing so, nearly digging her nails into him as she released every bit of her that had wanted this, every part that had needed him. Snape's lips pressed against her own in a fierce kiss as he collapsed by her side, running his hands across her waist and back. Their tongues battled quickly, liberating every last bit of energy they had with each other before pulling away, breath coming in short pants.
"Severus…" she whimpered, her breathing calming down slowly. Her hair was matted with sweat, as was his, yet she ran her fingers through it absentmindedly. He kissed her forehead again, pulling her close to his chest. He needed her, and she him, and there was absolutely no force in the world that would change it. Snape had been deprived of someone to comprehend where he truly wanted to belong, the place his heart was set upon. His innocence had been overlooked by far too many, nearly destroying all hopes of him finding his position in life, and had it not been for the young witch in his arms, the likeliness that he would have continued to live in that manner was irrefutable.
She leaned her head against his chest, sighing in ecstasy as she felt his beating heart. His arms were wrapped securely around her body, the place that she had sought after for so long, and it was at last hers for the taking. The lids closed over her amber eyes, feeling exhaustion wash over her. Before drifting off, however, she spoke the phrase that Snape had longed to hear his entire life.
"Thank you."
And it was at this moment, with her in his arms and after the happiest feeling to ever come across him in a great many years, Severus Snape fell asleep with a smile on his face.


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Driven by despair and an unwillingness to forgive, William Woodville fled England, his title, and his duty. In the American wilderness he finds the best revenge: a woman. She was a captive handed from tribe to tribe in an odyssey of despair until William purchased the untamed innocent on the auction block. He married her, bedded her and defiantly presented her to his father in England then abruptly left. Abandoned by William, Margery blossomed into a magnificent lady of the ton. And by the time he returned to the wife and twin sons hed left behind, the tables had turned . . .
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Good afternoon everybody. I'm writing you from the Toronto airport, where I just went through easily the worst customs process I've ever dealt with (and that's having gone to a dozen countries). No, I didn't get any Midnight Express treatment, it just took way longer, and had more steps, than any process before it).
I definitely won't hold this against the fine city of Toronto, which I have been looking forward to visiting for some time. My hopes of catching the Champions League semifinal between Chelsea and Liverpool at a local pub look dim. I still have to check into my hotel and I think I'll just do a running commentary before meeting up with some friends in this fine city.
Thanks to all of you who gave me some suggestions on places to visit while in Toronto. I will definitely be checking out some of those spots.
I will check back in for the Chelsea-Liverpool game so look out for that running commentary, eh.
David Martinez
Ives – no joke – last year i went to Toronto and nearly missed my flight thanks to homeland security.
best of luck pal.
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I went to the game last year and Toronto is a great city with some awesome fans. I went into the distillery district and enjoyed myself. The Mill Street Brewery was very good. Lots of beer to sample and the food was excellent. Of course CN tower was cool but I was only there 24 hours so soccer and beer were the most important things. Enjoy!!
Welcome to Toronto and I hope you take us up on our invites. And to echo some of the sentiments in the other thread, don't sit in the press box tomorrow Ives, get down to the south end or the northwest end @ BMO and stand with the supporters groups. That way you will be able to go back home and be able to accurately explain what our matches are truly like to experience.
Ives is international ballin' once again and I took off from work just to watch a soccer game… not looking like I'm on the fast road to success
Let's hope you won't be doing any driving up there, Ives. It's almost $5 dollars a gallon.
Fortunately, you missed the public transportation strike.
I need some Crouch in this game! He's big, he's red, his feet stick out the bed, he's Peter Crouch!!! Pretty decent 15 min in I think, I'm pulling for Liverpool but not a huge deal to me either way
Last time I was in Toronto was in 2003 to see Metallica! Great City, great time, and what a concert.
Hey Ives, I travel to Toronto a few times a year and it is always a nightmare going in for business. I am always asked if there is nobody in Canada who can do what I do??? Once I even got called into the immigration line and was grilled for 40 minutes on what it is I go there for.. along with having my bags gone through with a fine tooth comb looking for tools and sales materials!!! Glad you made it through and looking forward to your entries after the game.
andy b.
Oh, Canada. Last year going into Calgary was no better– lots of grilling, extensive wait, pulled out of line with no explanation, a two-hour wait… and I was only there for vacation in Banff…
Trust me the customs process for Canadians going into the States is just as bad. . . probably worse.
Ruben Terrazas
Weird…..I was in Toronto last year and customs was not something that bothered me….It was just like: "Where you coming from? What's the reason for your visit? Welcome to Canada". Great town. Great times.
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Good to hear that youre right downtown.
Means easy access to most places.
You can go to La Palette in Kensington Markey (hope on the street car north on Spadina and get out on College) for some good reasonably priced french food, then go for a pint down the street at the embassy.
If you go further north on spadina get out on harbord, youll find an amazing area filled with restaurants (its an up and coming food area), there is a great middle eastern/north african place called 93 Harbord, also im a fan of Tati Bistro.
Whoever suggested Rosebud at queen and bathurst is also right.
If you want some cheap pho and other vietnamese go to Pho Hung at Spadina and Dundas.
Got plenty more where that came from…
Ossington Mental Youth
my buddy does that night at the social, defo dope but dunno if its your style.
Another good place just for pints is the rhino in parkdale and you can also go to cowbell for dinner before hand.
Ossington Mental Youth
just go north on spadina then get out on queen and take the street car west until you pass dufferin.
I drive across to Vancouver at least once a year, and it's never a hassle going north (as long as you have a USA passport)…
coming back I worry that they will get my Cubans…
Customs department from heck?
Just wait until you go back, you won't be able to walk straight for a week.
But I have to say it is pretty bad both ways. It's not like it used to be, that's for sure.
places to visit … all depends what you're looking for. There's a little bit of everything.
Welcome man, u'll have a great time here make sure you can get down into the supporters section tonight your going to see something to write about for sure. Its going to be moderately cold for sure soo make sure u dress work cause the lake makes it pretty cool on game days. enjoy the city and take in all it has to offer.
i can believe you had problems with canadian customs. we were on our way to a small town in ontario and crossed the border at niagra falls and they pulled over van and ripped it apart. we spent at least 2 hours waiting to get across. crazy!
toronto is a really nice city. we went to a raptors game a few years ago and really enjoyed it. great arena and nice downtown area. i also enjoyed the section of town along ontario lake.
Hey Ives,
As a Torontonian and a Canadian Citizen, I can honestly say that customs does not surprise me. Driving through with a canadian passport is easy, but flying back in from (insert any country in the world here) is a nightmare. I have been a Canadian Citizen for close to 20 years and they still make me feel like a threat as though I've broken the law for just travelling somewhere. But the city is fantastic – wouldn't want to live anywhere else. TFC!!!!!!
Welcome Ives! Hope you have a great time tonight…the weather calls from rain so dress warm…should be a great game. Start time calls for 7 (i hate espn)..anyways people get to the game early…its a damn shame this is not a weekend game!


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Dean shoved his hands deep inside his pockets causing him to slouch like a moody teenager He hated Christmas shopping. Always had. His younger brother Sammy really wanted to celebrate this year. Still Dean said no. However, when Cas, his precious angel boyfriend had begged him to celebrate he couldn't help but say yes.
"It's out first Christmas together Dean, let's do it right." Cas had said.
And that's why he was in this stupid little store, because he can't say no to his angel with those stunning blue eyes.
"We need a theme for the tree." Sam said, looking over all the magical colours glittering in the light.
"Green." Cas answered.
"Dude, the tree is green. And Sam… Could you sound any more gay?" Dean sighed.
"Green is my favourite colour. Like your eyes Dean." Cas said glumly.
Dean felt himself blushing red. It was a manly blush, bear that in mind.
"Why don't we go green and blue?" Dean decided.
"I'm cool with that!" Sam said as he pulled out some tinsel.
They spent the next two or three hours going around the store. Sam and Cas were making most of the decisions.
"What do you think Dean?" Cas asked, holding up two reindeer decorations.
"I don't mind." Dean shrugged.
"Please Dean, I really want your opinion." Cas sighed.
"That one." Dean grunted, pointing at the gold glittering reindeer.
"Dean." Cas snapped, unhappy with his lack of interest.
Dean was bored, tired and slightly hungry. The pie from the cafe was making his stomach rumble. He was fast losing patience.
"You know what. You two do the shopping! I'm going to wait in the Impala." Dean yelled.
"It's best to leave him when he gets like that." Sam advised as he watched his brother storm off.
Cas sighed. He just wanted to make Dean happy, but whatever he tried he just made him angry.
Dean was about to leave the store when he noticed something.
He felt bad about his outburst and knew just how to make it up to Cas.
"So if you can meet us outside the store?" Sam asked down the phone.
"Sure." Dean agreed before hanging up.
He turned the ignition and his baby roared into life. He rolled her out if the car park and found Sam and Cas outside the shop loaded with bags and a decent sized tree. The three loaded the stuff into the car and attached the tree to the roof. Dean said nothing to Cas. Sam shook his head, hating how stubborn his older brother was.
Cas slumped down in the passengers seat beside Dean. Still not saying anything Dean reached into his pocket and pulled out the mistletoe. He tied it to the rear view mirror above their heads. He heard Sam chuckle in the back seat.
"Keep it clean you two." Sam said.
He really didn't want to have to go back outside into the cold snow.
Cas cocked his head to one side, not understanding.
"It's a Christmas tradition to kiss under the mistletoe. Don't ask me why." Dean explained.
Cas smiled and leant forward.
"Wait. I want to apologise for earlier. You have my full cooperation when it comes to decorating the tree." Dean babbled.
Cas smiled.
"Thank you. Now please." Cas said, nodding to the mistletoe.
"Gladly." Dean said, kissing his angel.


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Rodriguez was fined an undisclosed amount, and Rizzo was disciplined, though the league office would not provide specifics.
After first base umpire Phil Cuzzi called Jayson Werth out at first base in the ninth inning of the game, Werth and manager Jim Riggleman argued with Cuzzi, and Riggleman took his case to home plate umpire Manny Gonzalez. Replays showed Cuzzi missed the call, but Werth was called out on his would-be infield single, and the game ended an at-bat later.
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From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Itteren (50°54′N 5°42′E / 50.900°N 5.700°E) (Limburgish: Ittere) is a town in the Dutch province of Limburg. It is a part of the municipality of Maastricht, and lies about 6 km north of Maastricht.
Itteren was a separate municipality until 1970, when it was merged with Maastricht.[1]
In 2001, Itteren had 977 inhabitants. The built-up area of the town was 0.25 km², and contained 396 residences.[2]
- ^ Ad van der Meer and Onno Boonstra, Repertorium van Nederlandse gemeenten, KNAW, 2006.
- ^ Statistics Netherlands (CBS), Bevolkingskernen in Nederland 2001 "Archived copy". Archived from the original on 2006-03-19. Retrieved 2007-01-24.. Statistics are for the continuous built-up area.
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- J. Kuyper, Gemeente Atlas van Nederland, 1865-1870, "Itteren". Map of the former municipality, around 1868.
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"The screams of the children still echo through my ears," he said as he cupped his hands over his ears. "I can still see the terror in their eyes."
Lialla rushed over to him and put her arm around him as he sat down heavily on the fountain. Tears were streaming down his face uncontrollably now, and she fought desperately to find something he could use to wipe them away.
"It was only a dream," she told him.
"No!" he cried and moved away from her. "They're not just dreams. They're real. I had dreams like this before when I was young. They were dreams of my master before I met him. They are prophetic dreams."
"They?" she asked. "There's more?"
"Yes," he said as he turned his back to her. "Yes," he repeated as he began to calm down. "I've seen other things with these dreams, and it scares me." He then turned back to face her, and the look on his face turned her as white as a ghost. "Lialla. I killed my own master in my dreams. I killed him."
"Not you," she assured. "Bher Nagg Rugge."
"Yes, but I was him," he explained. "I knew how it felt to kill him, and I liked it. I liked killing him. I liked plunging my lightsaber into his chest. I liked kicking his lightsaber into the vat of carbonite. I liked it, and I'd do it again. Can't you see? I'm becoming Bher Nagg Rugge. I'm becoming him!"
Lialla stood to her feet. "Calm down, Satchal. Please! You're not turning into him." She tried to touch him to comfort him, but he shoved her hand away.
"Don't touch me," he snapped. "I don't want to hurt you."
But then he saw the tear roll down her cheek, and his heart suddenly shattered into a thousand pieces. What kind of jerk am I? he wondered. She never did anything to me. Why am I acting like this? She doesn't deserve this. "I'm sorry," he told her as he turned to face her. "I...I didn't mean to..."
She nodded. "I know." She lowered her gaze to her feet. "I'm sorry I prodded you into telling me what you were really thinking and feeling. I promise I won't tell anyone."
"She doesn't have to," came a voice that suddenly interrupted their conversation. Turning, Satchal and Lialla were both surprised to find Tarrsk standing there with a blaster rifle in his hand. "I already know."
Satchal's eyes widened with anger. "You were spying on me?" he bellowed. "How dare you?"
"One can't be too careful you know," said Tarrsk as he pointed his rifle at Satchal's head, "and I'm glad I did. Now I know everything."
"What?" Satchal asked, a little confused.
"Don't play stupid with me," Tarrsk replied. "I saw what you were going to do to her, and I overheard everything you said about your dreams. You think I don't know what you're really saying, Satchal? Or wait. Maybe Satchal isn't the name I should call you."
Satchal's eyes ignited with rage. "What are you insinuating?" he asked as his hand slipped to his lightsaber.
"What do you think I'm saying, Bher Nagg Rugge?" Tarrsk spat heatedly, and in a flash of motion Satchal sprang at Tarrsk with his lightsaber flaring out. He swung at Tarrsk who dodged to the side at the last moment, and fired defensively just before Satchal could recover. The blaster bolt grazed Satchal's shoulder, but that didn't stop him. He dove forward once more and slashed out to take Tarrsk's head off.
Tarrsk dodged the second swing just barely and rolled away from the Jedi. However, as he came to his feet to fire once more at Satchal, Lialla jumped in the way. Tarrsk, not realizing what she was doing, fired and shot Lialla in the shoulder. She spun around and fell to the ground much to the shocked horror of both the Trandoshan and the Jedi.
"Lialla!" cried Satchal as he ran over to her. Oh no! What have I done? Crouching down, he rolled her onto her back and checked her pulse. As he did, Tarrsk contacted base with his comlink, and asked them to send a speeder right away.


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Death by TechMature
Police cars surrounded the house on Cherry Parkway, their red and blue lights flashing, but their sirens turned off. The crowd buzzed with chatter, pushing against the yellow tape to get a closer look at the house. News staff made islands in the sea of people, trying in vain to get some space for their camera equipment.
Dustin opened the car door and got out, dumbfounded. Didn't the cop say that it was open to 'grieving family members', not the whole damn town? He thought as Tracy swore and got out as well. Dustin stood there for a moment, but a low-flying helicopter swooped by and startled him back.
"... The hell happened here?" Tracy asked to no one in particular. An obese, white t-shirt wearing man from the crowd took it upon himself and pushed his way through the crowd to get to Tracy.
"-Teh cops said some bastard's killed by his phone! He-"
"-What? Pfft, right..." Dustin interrupted.
"No! Itz true! They said! Hu-manatee's doomed unlez they-"
Dustin pulled out his phone to check the police statement, there was no way they really said that...
The sweaty man smacked Dustin's phone to the ground. "-Stahp! You can't do that! It'll kill ya-!"
"-You're out of your mind!" Dustin snapped back.
"Fiiiine, if you want to be part'v hu-manatee's down fall..." He turned and ran back into the crowd, preaching his message.
"... Is you're phone ok?" Tracy asked once the lunitic was out of earshot.
"... I think so... But-" Dustin picked it up and hit play on the video of the statement.
"-We are in the process of investigating the incident... Foul play is almost certain." A stressed police officer on the video said. He had a thin face, tan and wrinkled from years of smoking, but he stood tall and straight, probably in his mid-fourties. His uniform's top button was undone, a stained white t-shirt under it. Dustin recognized his voice as the one from the phone yesterday.
He continued. "... The victim wasn't known to be depressed or suicidal. There are no suspects we are pursuing at this time, we don't have enough evidence for a warrant. I'll turn it over to sheriff McKlowski..." He turned and walked away from the podium, putting an unlit cigarette in his mouth.
A cleaner looking officer stepped up. He was younger, probably around his thirties. He was sweating profusely, and was incredibly nervous. There was no way this wreak was the sheriff, Dustin thought.
He spoke. "... L-Ladies and gentlemen of the press... We have no further infomation to- to give. Our f-forensics team hasn't found any prints at this time, and- and we're not pursuing any suspects at this time- Thank you."
Reporters from the crowd all spoke up at once, asking questions. Sheriff McKlowski nervously pointed to one of them off screen, and Dustin heard an undistiguishable question.
"-I'm -I'm sorry, we have no other info r- right now..."
Another reporter, another question. Same respose. Three or four questions went by, all with the same answer.
"I'm sorry, we- we have no other info right n- now..."
The reporters asked fewer and fewer questions. They couldn't get anything out of him. No weapon, no cause of death, no circumstances, nothing. The press grew quiet. It was useless. McKlowski nervously glanced about the group, and no one asked any questions.
"A- Alright, thank you all for-"
"-One moment sir." A reporter asked, barely audible in the video.
"Y- Yes?"
"A contact of mine just informed me--" the voice went quiet on the video. "-- and the victim sustained massive facial trauma--" "-- use of a smartphone device?"
McKlowski visibly gulped. "... Y- Y- Yes. A-All of that is t- true." He glanced about like a caged animal. "I- I can't say my personal s- suspicions in a conference..."
The media grew vigorous once more, hounding him with questions in a dull roar.
McKlowski snapped. "Al- Alright! My personal belief is that his device killed him! Th- There was no prints, no ballistics, no indication of a struggle, n- no nothing! All evidence points to his phone blowing his face off! Th- Thank you!" He grabbed his hat and darted from the podium. The video ended.
"... What the hell?" Tracy said. Dustin stood there, staring at his phone.
"B- Battle Era..." Dustin whispered.
"Battle Era. That fucking app, Tracy. That fuckin' app... No, it couldn't have..."
"-You fuckin' agree with this lunitic?! Dustin, it's an app! A - GOD - DAMN - APP!"
"Shut up! I never told you about the text I got last night! It- Just..."
The crowd erupted into a histerical roar suddenly. Dustin and Tracy forgot their argument and turned to look.
A stretcher was being wheeled from the house by two paramedics, a body bag situated on top. Dustin dashed forward without thinking, pushing his way through the crowd.
"Dustin! Get- goddammit..." Tracy tried uselessly to call to him.
Dustin weaved through the crowd, one destination in mind. The face... He had to see the face. That sheriff could've been crazy, but Dustin had to know. This wasn't all a figment of his imagination, he was sure, but Dustin needed the validation.
He wasn't crazy. This had to be real.
Dustin shoved people aside as he leapt from the crowd, breaking the police line. He tripped, falling to his knees on the pavement of the driveway, and the paramedics stopped in their tracks.
No one moved, time stood still for a moment. Dustin could only hear his heavy breathing and his heart beating out of his chest. A drop of sweat fell from his forehead.
He wasn't crazy, he told himself. Him and the sheriff had to be right.
He stood up and ran towards the body bag. The paramedics rushed after him, trying to hold his arms back. Dustin yelled, and reached for all of his might for the zipper of the body bag. He couldn't be wrong.
He wreched the zipper loose.
He flicked the bag open.
He was right.
But he wished he hadn't have been.
The skin of the corpse was a sickly white-yellow color, caked with blood. But that didn't catch Dustin's eye. The area where the face occupied simply didn't exist, a massive gore-ridden crater in it's place. Bits of shattered skull dotted the organ-red, horrific mess. He was sure the brain had splattered out of the crater, but the mass of indistiguishable body matter made it impossible to tell. The rotting stench of blood and organs shot through the air.
Dustin choked. That- That used to be a human being... The shock and horror shook him as even the paramedics tackling him disappeared into the background. A human being... With a normal life. And it was taken away from her(?) in the most... disgusting and horrific ways imaginable... Dustin couldn't breathe.
Everything started fading into blackness as he felt himself being lifted away from the nightmarish corpse. But he couldn't take his eyes off of it till the very end.
Why wasn't I wrong? He thought.


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Anna didn't know how long she had been walking, time, space, and everything else seemed to have blurred at that point, but eventually she felt the rough grit of concrete beneath her feet. She was in a town. The streets were empty and it was so late that even the street lights were off; the only real light was the glow of the single traffic light. She was going to have to stop walking soon. The tops of her toes were scraped from where she had dragged her bare feet on sidewalk, but she really didn't notice. She couldn't seem to get out of her head; couldn't seem to stop reliving the moment when she had first smelled the smoke, when she had run to her parents room to find them too still to just be asleep, when she had seen her sister sprawled face down halfway down the stairs. She was so immersed in these images so freshly and so deeply ingrained into her mind that she didn't notice that there was someone standing in front of her until she ran into him.
Hitting another human body shocked her back into reality and she stepped back. She found that she was shaking; her nerves were on edge to say the least. Without thinking about her actions, she instinctively held her hands out in front of her. Her palms tingled for a split second and then her hands were engulfed with fire. She could feel the energy being sapped out of her. With the help of the streetlight and its pulsing green, yellow, red glow and the illumination of the fire. Anna could just make out the face of a man. Thick ringlets of blond curls hung around his too-good-looking face, his eyes were shadowed from Anna's view by long eyelashes, and he had full, slightly feminine lips. He was entrancingly, stunningly beautiful. Weak and suddenly calm, Anna closed her hands and the fire vanished. She swayed a little bit, her head spinning.
"Hello, Anna." His voice was warm.
Anna didn't know who he was, or how he had known her name, but she instantly, inexplicably trusted the man.
"I'm tired." The words were slurred and came without any conscious thought.
"I know."
The man reached out and took Anna's hand in his. His hands were large, warm, and surprisingly soft. Anna started to feel her knees give away. Right as she started to topple the man caught her, lifted her up, and as Anna started to slip into unconsciousness she realized that the man was walking as he carried her like a baby in his arms.


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Hello readers, my name is Billy Crash, an unfortunate name I know, but our own names never sound very right in another's ears anyway.
I was born and still live, right here in Luton town and have walked the earth for thirty-five years, I am unmarried and single, not by choice, but by happenstance and fate.
I went to Hart Hill junior school and Ashcroft high school, both of which I never fitted into, not as a misfit of class, or of intelligence, but because I was fundamentally different from all of the children I walked among the swings and bike sheds with.
I'm not like you, or at least, most of you, I have seen and been through things that have ultimately changed the course of my life, my ka, my purpose.
You are probably now thinking that I am crazy, and you may be right, you may be saying to your self, that I am full of shit, and in that you are wrong, I am almost always right.
I do not have many friends, well one really good friend to be exact…his name I shan't reveal without first getting permission, so I shall use the pseudonym Jack Green, he is a man of strange talents, a man who has benefited me greatly in moments of dire need, a man of fortuitous grace's and opportunity. Basically a living walking commodity that is very much respected and misunderstood.
I guess I should describe myself, something I find hard to do as mirrors in my opinion, are shiny lies. I am only 5ft 5" smallish for a man I know but fuck it! I can't make myself grow can I? My hair is a dark brown/blackish color and is very curly, a color I have inherited from my predictably absent father, a man I have never known but none the less heard an incredible deal about. My face is one that is mutable, that is I am unnoticeable, I blend into the background, no matter what texture that it has. I am unremarkable to behold, and bear no grudge against this; it is a blessing that disguises me.
I have decided to tell you my story, as it continues on, it haunt's me and barricades all reason, in a web of misunderstanding and ill grace and unrest.
I must have someone know what it is that I see I must spew forth the poison of my ever reaching future so that the boil of confusion and loneliness can be lanced.
You must understand, even in disbelief, and then shall my tale be told.
I shall be free in the anonymity of the web, these little electric letters a cathartic fuelled by wine and the spare time to indiscriminately divulge in secrets you would perhaps better not know, whether you believe what I say or not.
You know, I long for the security of a secular life… a soft faced wife with aqua eyes and becalming graces, a body that smells velveteen when I rest a weary work hardened cheek against its warm midnight invites. The comforting, lucid awareness of the beauty of a sleeping well adjusted child.
Regular Sunday dinners, always with gravy soaked Yorkshire pudding.
But these things are not mine, and in my opinion will never be.
And I am stilled and saddened and subjugated by my duties to you!
I am your unseen protector, a guardian of lies, a master of invisibility standing alone and aloft. Ultimately I am cumbersome in my own disgust of my solitude and standing, in my irrevocably unbelievable and pompous tales and attitude towards life.
I do not ask you to believe what I shall share with you.
I do not need you to believe….I only need to know that someone has possibly read my wine and Hennessey fuelled confessions, my gorge of lonely experience, my insomniacs ravings.
For if you see the things I have, your sleep will become stolen and never returned; an invaluable jewel stolen and hidden and never resold.
So what am I getting at and to? What plagues my dreams when sleep finally slips into me like a blue and liquid rapist?
What is it that haunts me like a beautiful and intelligent but ultimately spurned and psycho lover?
It is this; I have seen the things that squirm and blindly seek in the depths of twilight, I have scratched at the surface of the seedy underbelly of this town and found it rotting and fetid and irrevocably integrated into our own mode of being.
There are things that walk amongst us that you cannot often see, and when you do, you do not know you are seeing them.
They walk amongst us with a certain and often egotistical, knowledgeable stealth.
Reaching out and capturing with an insistent and invisible whisper.
They fracture all reason without you even knowing it.
They disguise themselves, they hide and they also flaunt themselves in our world, and we accept them without suspicion because we do not know their truths or their lies.
But I do.
This is what I share with you, my invisible reader, and my catharsis.
Alcohol is the liquid that loosens my lips and you are the mouths with which I kiss them with.
I am damaged, and I am ungrateful and bitter.
This is not what I wanted, but this is what I have…a tale that will never end, until that is, when I am dead.
So for now, I take my prescribed sedatives, and I will sleep the sleep of the chemically balanced.
And I will dream of the atrocities that have been and will be to come.
And you shall sleep soundly until you know my tale a little more.
Then you shall share in the dread that I carry and bear for always.
My dear reader, my world is not yours, it is all yours dreams made tangible.
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Taylor let go of her breath. She'd been holding it in since she told Stefan about her hurt shoulder. She looked up at her boyfriend, at his dark hair, a bit messy from the wind, and his eyes shinning under the lights. He was one of the most wanted boys here. Girls were always trying to come between them.
Ian kissed the top of Taylor's head and then winked at a passing cheerleader. It was no secret that Ian wasn't the perfect boyfriend, but Taylor loved him and that wasn't going to change. They stood outside Taylor's marketing class. Ian handed Taylor her books, careful not to put any weight on her shoulder.
"I'm sorry about last night," Ian said, looking down at her.
"It's okay. It was just a misunderstanding," Taylor said, looking over his shoulder.
He hugged her softly. "I love you," he said into her hair.
"I love you too," she said, planting a kiss on his cheek, leaving little red lip prints on his cheek.
"Alright you two, get to class," Mr. Tucker, the band teacher, said to them.
Ian walked towards the gym and Taylor took her seat at a computer. Since she was dating the most wanted boy in school, a lot of the girls didn't talk to her. She popped her gum waiting for Josh, another football player, to come sit at the computer next to her. Josh had been a brother to Taylor ever since she moved here.
"Hey Josh," she said with a smile.
He didn't akwnowledge her at all.
"Josh?" she said, louder this time.