Of Slytherin Descent (Snape/reader)

Chapter 28: Picking Sides

I blink as if I'm in some sort of lucid trance, wrapped up in a fiction of my own creation. I see Irma, sitting by her fireplace, tracing her finger tips thoughtlessly. Her room is different from the rest of the castle. Much of it is black, the only color coming from dark red roses in vases around the room and from the gold trim of her walls.
The windows are tall and arched like the rest, but here are made of stained glass that depicts gothic stories. Old vampire novels like 'Dracula', or 'Carmilla'.
She was strung across her couch in a captivating manner, her skin white from the light laminating her figure. She seemed so utterly distracted. 
Perhaps she looked different from her everyday wear.  Without the extra accessories and makeup, she looked as if she could be a sister of the Black family.
The whole scene was serene.  When she finally made eye contact with me, her irises were blood red.   It felt as if I were there, and her gaze sent a shock right through me.  As if I was witnessing something I wasn't supposed to.
By vision began to slowly fade away as she made her way over to me.  She fingertips gently danced over my collarbone, and I began to fade away, it felt as if I was floating.

Her fingers traced down my shoulder, gingerly brushing off the small strap that sat there. I didn't remember when I ended up in a night gown, but it was awfully...scandalous.  I subconsciously pulled down the lace hem in hopes it would cover more than just my upper thighs. When I looked deep in her eyes, it felt as though our heartbeats were in sync, like we were the only things in the world that were alive.

As I watched her, I realized It was the same seduction she'd used in me when we met last. It was like some unspeakable force pulled me to her, like she was a thirst that I couldn't cleanse.

Unlike Severus, there weren't strings attached, just pure carnal desire.

As if sensing it, she pulls my hand to her lips, inhaling my perfume. She places a kiss into my palm, her red lipstick leaving a small stain against my skin.

She picks me up with unnatural ease, sitting me on her black marble counter top. I shiver at the cold marble against my bare thigh thanks to the short gown.

And for a second I think she's gonna kiss me. But she doesn't.

She traces a finger down my jaw and leans in to whisper,"You really should work on those dreams of yours my dear, they could be quite useful to you."

I couldn't help but notice the ruby ring on her finger, she followed my eyes,"Is it so selfish that I want to keep you for eternity instead?" Her voice was an echo of a whisper, she was inches away. My legs were parted around her body.

All of a sudden her hair shortened, and her shoulders broadened. The room transformed into the potions classroom and I was seated on Snape's desk, in the same position as I had been on the counter.

Her dark curls turned into Snape's shoulder-length waves. Bright red eyes dimmed to black, as if red-hot coals had met water. This time I felt something in my gut lurch, this felt more personal, this was Severus. My breath hitched.

Severus' eyes weren't filled with raw sexual passion, but rather a deep caring emotion. Something I never thought I'd see in him. It stopped whatever thoughts I'd had, I was just as wrapped up in him as he was in me. 

He pulled me to his chest, locking my legs around his waist, burying his face in my curls. He clung to me as if he feared that I would turn to ash and be gone with the wind.

"Tell me you're mine," he said, throat raw with emotion," tell me I won't lose you too."

There's was passion, but it wasn't the kind that wanted something physical. His passion was abundant and loving. It was a deep-felt connection, pulling me to him like a magnet.  It felt like I never wanted to leave his side, like we were meant to cross paths and never be the same.  We were something that shouldn't have been, because we would always be drawn to each other, both knowing one of us would inevitably burn up. You know, they say even shooting stars collide every once in a while. 

Even if our time together wasn't forever, I'd have a crater where he struck me.

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I shoot up from my spot on Severus' couch, grasping the blanket I was now wrapped in. I was shivering in a cold sweat and my heart threatened to burst from its fast pace. I laid back and placed my hand in the middle of my collarbones, hoping to slow my heart down some. It was like something had come over me in the midst of my dream. Disturbed fright, carnal desire, perhaps both.
After a few moments, I brought my mind elsewhere.
Severus was gone again, to teach his afternoon classes I presumed.
His voice was as deep and sultry as I had imagined when he read. But my face now burned for reasons other than that.
In some desperate attempt to deny these new and conflicting emotions, I labeled it as one of those random dreams that you got when you think about someone before sleeping. Or rather I tried.
However, I also believed that there was a little truth to everything, and these pieces of truth eventually made up the secrets and reality of the universe. As childish as it sounds.
I knew that ring anywhere, it was a piece of me, I had almost felt it pulsing on her finger.
Deep down I knew Lily's ring, my Horcrux, was likely taken. However, I doubted it to be Irma. She was too kind, and a free spirit. Nevertheless, I knew I had to keep searching, and also figure out what these dreams mean.  Because, the Irma I dreamt was not like the Irma I'd been with, except for that one night by the fire we shared.
Unfortunately, my mind was full to the brim with more than the thought of my task at hand.

Irma had looked entirely different, she looked hauntingly beautiful, in a way that was beyond human comparison. She was a desirable woman, I couldn't deny it, but Severus was desirable all the same. Severus was a tall brooding shadow of a man, full of profound secrets.
It was almost too much to think of them both. She was sweetly seductive, with a mischievous nature, and in a way that told you she was always in control. Meanwhile Severus was an unyielding force of dark magic, taunting my every thought without so much as a glance, yet it was as he casted a spell on me with his dark eyes full of hidden fervor.

Deep down I didn't know what about me made them so attracted to me, more so what I should even do. Reality had taken it's tole on me when I realized I'd spent too much time focusing on things that may not even work out. Furthermore, I had a job to do to finally rest as I should've a long time ago, with the rest of my family.

But how does one part with someone who they're so irrevocably in love with? 

Irma was impassioned, but Severus was everything.  I knew I'd never be the same.

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A/N: In the beginning (a year ago soon) I believed that anything I published wouldn't reach more than a few reads, that it wouldn't necessarily be successful, but more-so just another fan fiction amidst many. I'm genuinely happy that so many have read this, it's my first effort to write. Thank you all, 1.25k reads is astonishing to me:)