Christmas 1996

A/N: Thanks again to my beta, not_london and all the great admins here who put up with my dyslexic self! Hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it! Hope you enjoy the "fairy godmother" portion. Sometimes a girl needs a little help! Please review!

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A ravishing beauty came down the stairs to meet her Death Eater escort to the Malfoys' Christmas Gala at the Manor. She was an exquisite sight. Her gown was of emerald silk, strapless, and designed to accentuate her lovely bosom. Her black hair was plied high inlaid with luxurious ringlets and accentuated with sparkling emeralds. Her eyes were heavy laden with black liner and the slightest shimmer of sparkling green dusting around the sides of her eyes. Her pouting lips were of the most crimson red. She was the image of Slytherin beauty. Her presence next to the Potions master was striking. They were both black-haired, pale, and tall, (although, Severus still rose just a couple inches over her while she wore open-toed, green satin heels) and one in purpose and dedication.

Genevieve was overwhelmed with desire. He looked still so much like she remembered as a child, so dashing in his black dress robes. Now, she would on his arm, glide across the floor in his arms, instead of swaying while her feet rested on his boots. She was determined to have his hands on her tonight in a close embrace, to hold her and move her as effortlessly as he had moved those other women across the floor. He helped her put on her wrap across her shoulders before they left for the Apparition point.

They arrived and to Snape's calculations, the shock was upon all as they saw the dark-haired beauty's hand resting on the arm of the scowling Potions master. Whispering began immediately, and the Dark Lord rose from his throne to assess the situation. It was obvious that this woman was indeed Karkaroff's daughter. Her face could not hide her Slavic blood. He had been waiting...

Snape immediately strode to the Dark Lord with his date in tow. She majestically removed her wrap and stood boldly at Snape's side.

"My Lord," he said as he bowed deeply. "May I introduce my mistress, Miss Genevieve Toussaint or, as she rightfully is, Karkaroff."

The crowd gasped and the room fell silent. Voldemort beckoned the young woman nearer.

"Why have you willingly come into my presence?" he inquired. "Surely, you would want to stay far away from me and my Death Eaters?"

Genevieve curtsied low before the Dark Lord. He smirked in approval.

"Why, my Lord, would I desire to be anywhere else? My father was nothing but a traitor...a weak fool who spurned his friends and turned his back on his duties. He never really loved me; I was a pet he wanted to train in the Dark Arts. I learnt early on that my place is among you all...unfortunately, since my mother forbade my involvement, I have been absent far too long! I have no designs of revenge, except only to succeed where my father failed. I'm rather glad to be disposed of him." Her voice was so perfectly cold and detached, Snape inwardly smiled with pride at his Slytherin beauty.

Lucius, standing nearby, whispered to his wife, "She could rival Bellatrix, that one. Cold as ice."

Voldemort spared no time in using Legilimency on the young woman. She eagerly gave over her lustful fantasies during masturbation. Images of various sexual acts with Severus rose feverishly in her mind. Voldemort smiled.

"Severus, this girl wants you badly. Why have you not taken her? She is positively in pain with yearning!"

A wave of laughter floated through the hall.

Genevieve glanced over her shoulder to see Severus' face. He stepped up to her side. "My Lord, these things take time, especially with an innocent."

Voldemort sneered. He bore again into her mind. "Indeed, a virgin!" he exclaimed. "Congratulations, Severus. Such a conquest! Lucius, come forward!" he called.

Lucius Malfoy stepped forward and bowed low before Voldemort.

"Lucius, please keep Miss Karkaroff company while Severus and I have a word."

"As you wish my Lord," he replied silkily.

"Miss?" he asked as he offered her his arm. Genevieve nodded courteously and took his arm as he led her to the floor. She wanted badly to watch Severus and Voldemort converse, but knew it would not be wise to do so. Instead, she allowed the platinum blond wizard sweep her across the floor. He was a charming dancer and, just as Severus had predicted, extremely flirty and seductive in his tone. It was obvious he wanted very much to ravish her.

"Genevieve...such a lovely name, however did you acquire such a name from a man as Igor?"

"My mother's name was Sabine," she answered coolly. "She was French."

"Ah, so you attended Beauxbatons?"

"Oui," she flirted back.

"Was your mother a witch or was she a Muggle?" he asked derisively.

Genevieve was taken by surprise by such an icy change of mood. Basic human nature, she reminded herself.

"A witch of course! I would not dare venture into your home unless I was a pure-blood!" she laughed heartily.

Round and around the couple swirled and dipped to the waltz. At the close, Lucius took Genevieve to meet his wife.

"Narcissa! Please allow me to introduce Genevieve Karkaroff."

Narcissa was a tall, blonde woman, extremely thin, and angular. Her aristocratic nose sniffed at the sight of the dark haired woman. She obviously thought Genevieve beneath her. Well, another point for you, Severus! Genevieve thought.

Severus materialized from nowhere to take the young woman for a dance.

"Please excuse us, Lucius, Narcissa. I have neglected my date for far too long this evening." Both husband and wife nodded in a formal dismissal, and the two swept away.

The music started to play and immediately, Genevieve went rigid with surprise. The song!

It always ends up to one thing honey

And I can't think of the right words to say...

She looked up into the smoldering eyes of the man who had danced with her to this song all those years ago. Now, she was one of the beautiful women enjoying the close proximity to Severus Snape, of how the Death Eater held her curvy frame to his hardened one. Her cheeks were hot; her breasts were crushed against his chest, their cheeks finally coming together.

"Did you do this?" she whispered.

"Do what?"

"This song...don't you remember?" she asked as she looked at his eyes hopefully.

He just smiled and caught her lips in passionate kiss. Genevieve gasped and he filled her mouth with his tongue. They swam and glided in perfect grace. His hard, lean, body felt so good to the young woman. He whirled her around the floor with his mouth caressing hers. As the music ended, he withdrew his mouth from hers. She was in a haze, drunk on passion and fulfilled dreams.

After the dance, Genevieve excused herself from Snape to go to the powder room. She felt as if she were walking on air. The bathroom was gorgeous! It was so rich looking in silver and green marble. The mirrors were surrounded by breathtaking candelabras.

As she gazed at her reflection, she noticed how unbecoming her lips looked. She looked kissed and her lipstick was smeared. She took a cloth and washed the remainder off. What am I going to do now? How could I be so stupid and forget lipstick? At that moment, Narcissa Malfoy walked in and smirked at the young woman.

"Ah!" she laughed. "Have you been caught without your magical lipstick?" she sneered.

"My what?" Genevieve asked.

"My dear, did your mother not give you your own unique lipstick?" she asked, wide-eyed in unbelief.

Genevieve was uncomfortable. Her mother had always been far too engrossed with her relationship with her father to teach her any real useful information she may need as a woman.

"No, my mother left everything up to my professors at Beauxbatons."

"Oh, pity!" she exclaimed, dripping with falseness. "Well, here, use mine. What it does is when you put it on, first tap it with your wand and say the color of your dress, and when you put it on, it will color your lips with the precise shade that will compliment your ensemble!"

Genevieve's eyes widened with interest. She followed the instructions and was unaware that a group of women were now watching intently at her. She swiped it on her lips and all that came out was a horrid whitish cream. No color at all. She looked as if she had rubbed slime on her lips.

The women standing around her broke out into peals of laughter. Genevieve was confused and embarrassed. She tried to wipe the gunk off her lips, but it refused to budge.

Narcissa was nearly bent over in laughter. "Silly little girl!" she spat. "It only works for real women, not virgins! And I assure you that is what Severus is used to, real women, not children trying desperately to live out their girlish fantasies."

"What is this?" Genevieve demanded.

An elderly voice came out from behind the women.

"It is dark magic. Narcissa, how could you?" the older woman reprimanded.

"Oh, Auntie Prudence, it was just a joke!" she said maliciously as she took her lipstick and swept from the room, her entourage following at her heels.

Genevieve was close to tears. She had her hand covering her mouth.

"Come now, dear, let me fix it," said the older woman softly. In a flash, the mess was gone.

"What was that?" the young woman cried out.

"Oh, just an old glamour jinx, my dear. Although, Narcissa was right; if a virgin tries to use it, the effect will be well, to put it delicately...as if her lips were coated in a man's... you know."

Genevieve was horrified. The older lady patted her back and said, "There now, look at the mirror, all fixed. She placed her wand over the girl's mouth and whispered an incantation.

"Now look. You are perfect."

Genevieve smiled at her now luscious red lips. "Thank you, Mrs..." She was puzzled.

"Prudence Malfoy. I am Lucius' great aunt. Don't mind my grand niece. She is jealous of your beauty and your potential standing with the Dark Lord. Don't mind her, but never trust her. Understand?"

Basic human nature, Genevieve recalled.

"Certainly, Mrs. Malfoy. And thank you for everything."

"Not at all my dear, not at all." She waved the young woman off.

Genevieve rejoined Snape where he was speaking with the Malfoys. He slipped into her hand a champagne flute. She cocked an eyebrow, and slightly raised her glass to the tight-lipped Narcissa, who was staring at the young woman's mouth.

After polite conversation, Snape led her back onto the dance floor. He whispered in her ear compliments on her beauty and how desirous he found her. Then he said, "I cannot discuss business here. We can later, but for now, let me show the world how I intend to seduce you."

Genevieve sighed into his ear. "Severus," she purred. "Isn't your seduction of me business as well?"

Snape looked at the young woman, her eyes blazing a brilliant blue. "No, my seduction of you is my pleasure."

They danced the evening away, Genevieve made sure she allowed a respectable number of Death Eaters a dance. Severus, likewise, took their wives and lovers for dances as well. It was torture for Snape to see his Slytherin beauty in the arms of fiends, blackguards, and murderers. But she held her own. She was witty, charming, and allowed Lucius his due: a kiss on the cheek and a kiss on the hand.

As they left to Apparate back to the castle, she told him the trick Narcissa hadplayed on her in the bathroom. Severus bent over in howling laughter.

Genevieve's eyes flashed. "So, that's funny, you think?"

"Oh, it just so very Slytherin. Narcissa, she can be a dirty piece of baggage when she wants to be. "But", he drawled slowly, "the thought is very stimulating," he said deeply as he bent to kiss her neck.

Genevieve bit her lower lip. Indeed, she thought as she gave her neck over to him.

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They Apparated back to the school and entered the darkened gates. Once inside the dark concrete walls, Snape seized Genevieve and pulled her to him in a crushing embrace. She could barely breathe, his kiss was so demanding. He pushed her against the cold stonewall and released her mouth.

"My God," he said huskily, "I want you now!"

Genevieve was panting. "Me too, but not here, not like this."

"I agree," he said as he enveloped her again. "But first...I must..." He stopped talking as he tore down the top of her gown and released her breasts. He attacked them with his mouth. Genevieve's eyes rolled back into her head, moaning and thrusting her chest into his mouth.

"Oh yes, Severus, please!" she begged.

He grabbed the front of her long, full, skirt, lifting it and wedged his leg between her legs. He reached down and ripped apart her knickers and began to place the pressure of his thigh against her sex, wondering if she would know what to do. He continued his assault on her nipples and nuzzled her cleavage. After a couple minutes of whimpering, she began to cry in earnest, tears pouring down her face in frustration. He placed his hand behind her neck and whispered seductively in her ear,

"Move against me."

She nodded as he felt back to her breasts. She began to squirm and writhe. He grabbed her hand and placed it on his swollen bulge. She cried out in surprise at the heat that came from it. She allowed him to move her hand how he wanted it as she ground herself against his leg.

"God, witch, you're going to make me come!" he moaned heatedly.

He repositioned himself and lifted her up by the backs of her thighs. The texture of his masculine hands gripping her naked thighs sent shock waves throughout her entire body. She could feel his cock through his pants, rubbing against her soaking wet sex. She rocked and squirmed against him. She felt it coming, building, and she was floating and screaming his name. He watched her in her release, eyes closed, and mouth open as she screamed; her arms above her head against stonewall in submission to him. Her abandon was so pure to him, so shameless...she could be his undoing!

She arched and squeezed her thighs together on his hips as he slammed her repeatedly against the hard stonewall. He moaned and shouted against her shoulder. Then they were trembling, shaking. He couldn't hold her up. He released her, and she almost slipped to the floor. He grabbed her, and they started laughing. Then they sat on the cold stone floor, panting and gasping for air. Genevieve repaired her torn dress and covered her breasts. After a minute, they looked at each other and laughed anew.

"I-I didn't expect that," she gasped.

"Nor I," he panted. "God, I'm too old, I think I almost had a heart attack."

He looked at the woman who had just given him such pleasure and saw the hurt look on her face.

" No...it's a compliment, my dear," he gasped as he patted her hand. "Not a bad way to go. If I had my choice, I'd rather die pleasuring myself with you, or just pleasuring you." He smiled and winked at her blushing face.

He was intrigued. "Ah, now she blushes! Shy?"

"No," she whispered. "I just...it was so animal like. I don't feel very lady-like."

"Genevieve, you are so beautiful, and I have waited so long to have you, I'm sorry if I was too rough with you, or pushed you too hard," he apologized.

"No, on the contrary, I loved it...that's why I don't feel so lady-like," she muttered, unable to face him. "I'm sorry, I don't do well with strong emotions...I have a hard time expressing myself appropriately."

He turned her face to his. "Believe me, Genevieve, you are a lady...a very wanton and sexy lady. I cannot wait to get you, my lady, in my bed. But I'll wait for you."

"Okay." She smiled. "I just need to process everything." Severus helped her up from the floor. She fumbled at her hair, which was tumbling down. She was embarrassed at her disheveled sight.

Severus smiled. She has no idea how sexy she looks like this, ravished and flushed.

She took off her heels, grabbed her skirt and dashed off, unable to face him anymore. She had seen how much her appearance pleased him. Either she ran away now, or she would end up naked and shagged right good and proper on the stone floor. And she would have made him do it too!