The Return Of Snape [Voldemort X Severus Snape]

chapter 3

Severus shut the front doors of the school with a loud, but all the same comfortable thud. He rested his head against it, and let out a deep long sigh. What a year it had been, and he was glad it was now over for two months. The last of the students had just left, and he would no longer have to be cursed with Gryfindor's, Hufflepuff's, Ravenclaw's and… Slytherin's.

He was still cursed with the Slytherin's, he thought, about his Master; the heir of Slytherin. And, he supposed it was hardly a curse to be with the Dark Lord, more of a blessing that he was indeed still alive and kicking. Severus smirked to himself, walked away from the doors and towards the dungeons to pack his bags and escape, when he heard his name being called from the Marble Staircase. Dumbledore. Now he'd be stuck here for hours…

"Where are you going this holiday, then Severus?" the old man asked upon reaching his Potions Master.

Severus smiled slightly, he really was glad to be going and though Dumbledore was holding him up, he didn't mind as much as he should. He was going to be sleeping in the Dark Lord's bed for the next two months. "I am going first to my home in Scotland and then I will probably be forced to stay at the Dark Lord's abode for the rest of the holidays, if I can call it that."

Dumbledore nodded gravely. "You know the location of the Order's Headquarters', Severus, and I beg you to be civil to Sirius for all of our sakes."

Severus bowed his head slightly. "As long as he is civil to me, I will be. I will report to you as often as I can, do not write to me, I don't want to be caught out." He smiled once more at Dumbledore, who nodded in return.

"Then I will wish you good luck." Dumbledore turned and went into the Great Hall, his footsteps tapping along the floor. The doors shut, and Severus couldn't help himself. He ran down to the dungeons to pack his clothes.

x-x

When Snape appeared at Voldemort's Manor, the entire house was in darkness, and was quiet and still. He mounted the stairs, and wandered along the unusually soundless corridors until he reached his Master's rooms. He wasn't sure whether to knock, what if he had company with him? But then he realised, Severus was the only one that had been in there, apart from perhaps Lucius or the Lestrange's. He boldly pushed on the door, and there, standing in front of him was the Dark Lord, clad in his long, thick black cloak. He had his back to Severus, and was looking out of the window.

"I saw you arrive," Voldemort said, and turned around. Severus realised that there wasn't anything underneath the cloak Voldemort had gathered around his body.

"The Order has been reborn," said Severus, dumping his bag next to the bed. He turned around, surprised at the Dark Lord's lack of angry comment.

"I haven't seen you for three weeks, Snape, I do not care about the fact the Order has been reborn at this moment." Voldemort seemed to glide across the room towards Severus, and with one flick of the Dark Lord's wand, Severus's clothes removed themselves from his body and folded themselves neatly on the chair in the corner.

"I am sorry for not coming sooner," Severus replied, as though pretending he wasn't standing there naked in front of the Dark Lord. Voldemort grunted, and pushed Severus backwards onto the bed, removing his cloak. Severus realised he had been very right at his previous assumption, there was nothing underneath the cloak. "You're very horny, aren't you," Severus muttered unexpectedly.

Voldemort hid his smirk, and reached out, and slapped Severus lightly on the cheek. "My Lord," he chided, his eyes somewhat flashing. Severus looked up, not at all sure if Voldemort was as serious as he looked.

He replied cautiously. "My love," he said very quietly, though Voldemort still heard him.

The Dark Lord wasn't in the mood for Severus's wit. He rarely was, and Severus had to learn to treasure those bliss-filled moments while they lasted. "These are the moments when I want to kill you, you impudent brat," Voldemort growled into his lovers ear, the sound vibrating around his temple and neck. He moaned slightly.