Tempora Mutantur, Nos et Mutamur in Illis
设计这个礼物花了我很久很久，所以这章更新得比较晚。
这章后半段是受到了<Beneath a Moonless Sky>这首歌的启发，也从里面引用了几句歌词，大爱这首歌，也特别喜欢这章里的SS。所以本来准备12章完结的，现在会多拖几章。
有位亲爱的（也许是唯一的）读者鼓励我写亲昵片段，所以做了尝试，请欣赏解剖学视角的描写，我尽力了。
知道这个CP很冷，不过还是期望能有更多人留言，我都会回复哒
Chapter 12 Christmas Present
Snape had to admit that Nymphadora made an excellent point. It was illegal to hunt down werewolves in the absence of good reasons after the war.
Thank you, Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures!
He couldn't provide a good reason without the exposure of an undead Auror, and he certainly wouldn't jeopardize his proud record of successfully-avoiding-Azkaban by conviction for murdering a werewolf, not to mention the werewolf in question was Lupin's mate. Entangling with death eaters sounded like a delightful recreation comparing to dealing with a vindictive dark creature.
All things considered, he settled for keeping Nymphadora safe. As long as she wouldn't encounter another attack, he could be a happy man. Being a former Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and Death Eater, Severus Snape did know his way with dark arts, as well as how to counter them. Besides, he also had a few associates who could offer whatever knowledge he lacked at a reasonable price.
A few purchases from Knockturn Alley and several owl-mail exchanges got him all he needed. The Potions Master was confident of his skills in alchemy and inscription. If Moody could benefit his protegee with an artifact after his tragic departure, Snape believed that he was capable of providing equal protection, at least. After all, he got one small advantage - still breathing.
Werewolf 's tracing magic might trump the concealing ability of Metamorphmagus, but he would be dammed if he let it trump the determination of the Double-Agent-Who-Survived.
He'd checked on Nymphadora frequently but only stayed for two nights since the full disclosure. It required lots of research and experiments for this artifact to be a Christmas present.
He stayed for the night on the day he finished it. It was five days before Christmas.
"What's your plan for Christmas?" He asked as casually as he could manage.
"A trip to Rome with Matt." Before Snape made any response, she added rapidly, "Matt Pond, Susiel's only family left. He's a troubled young man, basically lives in a private rehabilitation center. I made a pact when I took her identity. You see, Metamorphmagus cultivate our abilities by impersonating human beings, and it doesn't work when we temporarily borrow. When one lives another individual's life, one also shoulders the owner's responsibilities, and Matt is mine."
"Then I'd better give you the present now." He Apparated to his house and back with a small box, neatly wrapped in midnight blue paper decorated with silvery constellations.
She carefully opened the box and found a tiny ear cuff in it. Illustrating the symbol of Andromeda constellation, it was made of silver, covered with thickly dotted exceptional runes, and studded with three gemstones. An amethyst symbolized Alpha Andromedae, its brightest star, while for Gamma Andromedae, a colorful binary and a popular target for amateur astronomers, was a tourmaline, and a garnet resembled Beta Andromedae which was a red giant with the color visible to the naked eye.
From her Auror training, Nymphadora was fully aware of what function the jewelry had: silver for anti-werewolf, runes for concealing incantations, and three gemstones for healing, enhancement, and protection. It was a masterpiece and extremely powerful. Yet she treasured it for another reason. Snape had crafted it to the constellation that shared the same name with her mother, Andromeda, who suffered the most through her only child's tragic marriage and consequent leaving.
She held the ear cuff close to her heart and closed her eyes as if feeling the intangible connection with her dear mother. She missed her so much.
Hate to break the aura, but he always did what he must. "Still missing one ingredient to completion. Your blood is required," he said gingerly, "preferably from the tongue tip."
Bridging the distance between them, Nymphadora put her arms around his neck and pecked his cheek affectionately, "Severus, will you do the honor?"
"Gladly," he held her waist, pulling her closer, and placed a deep kiss on the lips.
She explored his mouth with her sweet tongue, soft tip brushing his teeth gently, then lingering in the space between his incisors. Tongue to tongue, chasing, entangling, and intertwining, with sensation.
Finally, he placed one hand on the back of her head to steady her, and bit the tip tenderly, just enough to taste a trace of blood. Her blood. Strangely, he was aroused by the taste, sweet, metallic, mingling with exotic magic, and full of pure energy.
He could feel that with every beat of her heart, the blood was pumped out to the artery, flowing to her whole body, and then repeated the everlasting circulation. The music of the pulse, the singing in her veins, and the resonance it trigged in his own system composed a ravishing symphony that drove him crazy. The moment felt like an eternity. He wanted more. He wanted her.
Lost in the entrancement, he deepened the bite unconsciously and sucked harder and harder. Instead of withdrawing, she held him tighter and moaned with joy. It was until he noticed a trail of blood dribbling down from the corner of her mouth that he realized what he had done.
Blood Magic. People never change. You are who you are, a Death Eater addicted to the dark arts. You always know that, don't you? Now, she knows.
The moment was gone. Snape pulled away in panic, afraid of what she might react.
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