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Chapter 80*

That night, you use your portkey to get into Severus's chambers. As you start getting ready for bed, you turn to Severus and ask, "How would you feel about me giving Lucius an enchanted journal to communicate with him about these new memories, like I did with Harry?"

Severus looks up from his book, his expression thoughtful. "What sort of things would you ask Lucius?"

You sit down on the edge of the bed, brushing your hair. "For starters, I would ask him if he knows anything about the hiding spot. And I would ask him to fill in pieces of my childhood, questions that weren't answered."

Severus puts his book down, watching you intently. "And what are you feeling about Lucius now that you know how he used to be?"

You sigh, setting the brush down and turning to face him. "He's still as frustrating as ever," you admit. "And I'm trying to understand why I was so upset about Draco. It's like... it feels like there's something more, something I can't quite put my finger on."

Severus moves to sit beside you, his presence grounding. "It's natural to feel conflicted. Your memories of Lucius and Draco are intertwined with your past experiences. The emotions you felt then are resurfacing now, mixed with the present. It can be difficult to separate them."

You nod, leaning into his comforting touch. "I just... I want to understand everything. To make sense of my past and how it connects to now."

Severus gently tilts your chin up, making you look into his eyes. "We will. Together, we'll unravel these memories and find the answers you're seeking. But be cautious with Lucius. His motives are complex, and he may not always be forthcoming."

"I know," you say softly. "But I need to try. I need to know."

Severus kisses your forehead, his lips lingering. "Then do what you must. But remember, you have me by your side, always."

You smile, feeling a sense of reassurance. "Thank you, Severus. For everything."

As you get into bed, Severus starts kissing you, his lips trailing down your neck. But your mind drifts elsewhere, lost in thoughts of the memories and the unanswered questions. Severus senses your distraction and pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours.

"Please, look at me. I want your attention," he says, his voice low and needy. "We're going to be separated all day tomorrow, and I need you here with me now."

You blink, focusing on him and feeling a pang of guilt. "I'm sorry," you whisper, cupping his face in your hands. "I'm here, Severus. I'm with you."

He kisses you again, deeper this time, his need palpable. His hands roam your body, grounding you in the present moment. You respond to his touch, your own hands exploring his familiar form, feeling the connection between you strengthen.

Severus's kisses become more urgent, his desire evident. He whispers your name against your skin, his breath hot and his touch possessive. "I need you," he murmurs, his voice filled with longing. "I need to feel you, to know that you're mine."

You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer. "I'm yours, Severus," you reply, your voice trembling with emotion. "Take what you want."

His eyes darken with desire, and he wastes no time, his hands gripping your hips firmly. "Don't worry," he growls, his voice low and commanding. "I intend to."

He pushes you back onto the bed, his body covering yours as he kisses you with a fierce intensity. His hands roam over your body, possessive and demanding, sending shivers down your spine. You can feel his need, his desperation, and it fuels your own desire.

Severus tears at your clothes, his touch rough and urgent. You moan into his mouth, your body arching towards him, craving more. "Please," you whisper, your voice breathless. "I need you."