Drugs are bad.

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Title: Forgiveness
Pairing: Snape/Lily
Rating: PG-13 (or R? I'm not really sure.)
Word Count: 542
Prompt: Polyjuice Potion
Kink: Dream sex
Author's note: T____T


In a haze, he saw her appear before him. Her dark red hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her white dress flowed out from her like water.

'Severus,' she whispered, her mouth perfect, her beautiful emerald eyes shining. 'Severus, I'm here...'

A fog surrounded her, wisps of it interweaving with the flow of her hair, her dress. He knew he was dreaming. He didn't care.

'Lily, I... Lily...' he couldn't make the words come, even in a dream. 'I'm... I'm sorry...'

She was above him suddenly, leaning over his armchair and pressing a finger to his lips. 'Shhhh,' she told him gently. 'I forgive you.' Her hand caressed his face, and he felt warm and loved. Warm, so warm, as she climbed on top of him in the armchair, the wisps of fog that were hair and dress enveloping him, holding him. She kissed him and he melted, savouring every instant of her body touching his, her lips on his lips, her hands working their way inside his robes, down, down...

The touch of her hand between his legs made him gasp and brought him to his senses. Hard edges returned to the world, and suddenly he knew that he wasn't dreaming at all.

The fog twisted and swirled around him, her hands and lips still caressed him, but his head swung around wildly, examining the small room. Something was wrong. His mind was dimmed by the fog, his reactions slow, his thoughts hazy.

The wine. There was a strange residue in his wine glass. A potion. Trying to gather his wits, he pushed her off of him, and she fell to the floor, crying out as she fell.

'Drugged... I've been... you...' His eyes turned cold, his voice hard. 'You're not her.'

She looked at him and sighed. There was a shift in her posture, and her face took on an annoyed expression, one that was all too familiar.

'...Narcissa. You... dare...'
She rolled her eyes and scoffed.

'Come on, Severus, I was only trying to give you what you want. You had her brush in your room, and I just --'

'What I want? What I WANT?' He wanted to stand, but the fog still had him. Uselessly, he flopped back in the chair, but his hand found his wand, and he trained it on the woman. Lily's face looked back at him with Narcissa Malfoy's scowl.

'Out!' he said, as loudly as he could manage. 'Get out of my sight.' Her scowl turned to a pout, and her stolen eyes showed something like concern.

'Severus... I really just wanted...' She sighed in defeat. 'Thank you. For being so kind to me.' Narcissa rose and floated on waves of mist to the door. She paused a moment and turned to say, 'Sorry. You deserve better.' Then she was swallowed by the fog.

Severus let his wand drop and sank into the armchair, the anger seeping out of him. She hadn't come for him, not even in a dream. She would never warm him with her touch, would never hold his eyes in hers... and she could not forgive him. In his drug-induced haze, Severus pulled his feet up into the armchair, covered his face with his hands, and cried.

Comments

[bonfoi.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's painful. To have a dream subverted in the misguided interest of 'thanking him'.

[katekintail.livejournal.com]

Oh, so tragic! Poor Severus. Even a fantasy can't work its way through the way it should.

I love the way he melts at Lily's touch.