Tempora Mutantur, Nos et Mutamur in Illis
Chapter 13 Blood Magic
Nymphadora seemed a little bit perplexed as he broke the kiss all of a sudden, and then it just took one glance at his face that she realized the reason.
With one hand still at the nape of his neck, she withdrew the one holding the cuff to her mouth and licked it with her still bleeding tongue till one half was covered with dark red. Then she lifted it to him. "Your turn." There was no fear or aversion in her voice, which made him astonished.
"I am no stranger to dark arks, maybe not as skilled as you are, but I enjoyed the resonance in my blood as much as you did." She looked into his eyes with knowing and acceptance in her own, "And in case you didn't notice, I'm not the one who broke it in fear."
"Blood magic is a taboo in most wizardry communities." Snape murmured in amazement. He still vividly remembered Lily's disgust at his fondness for dark arts, which inevitably led to the termination of their friendship."And given what happened, I'd say it's for good reasons." I reacted like a thirsty vampire intending to consume you.
"As far as I am concerned, what just happened is you trying to protect me with blood magic." Now she sounded a little bit offended. As if reading his mind, she continued wryly, "I might have fought FOR the light, but not completely WITH it. Severus, you don't know me well enough, and I'm sorry if I somehow misled you into thinking me as a white lily."
Was that jealous he detected? It would be a lie if Snape denied that he was glad that Nymphadora was also an insecure and jealous type, just like himself. Maybe they did have more in common than he thought. "Don't take it wrong, but I really can't associate you with any flower." He retorted, while took the cuff from her hand. He pulled her into his arms again, hold her tight, and rested his head on her shoulder. He just didn't want her to spot the joy in his eyes, cause he wasn't ready for this, to have a woman who could understand him more than he ever dreamed of.
"Good, cause I am not, and never will be." She breathed into his ear, "I also insist on having your blood on the jewelry so that the alarming spell can work both directions." Feeling the slight flinch of his body, she purred softly, "Told you. I'm no stranger."
The wicked witch didn't even bother to hide her complacency, and Snape felt obliged to give her credit for her competent knowledge on ancient runes since he had deliberately inscribed that spell as inconspicuous as possible, which enabled him to know the accurate location if Nymphadora was in danger again.
He signed, "I wouldn't think otherwise." This time, he didn't try to hide his admiration."Care to join me together to finish the ritual?" He let go of her and drew his wander.
"Gladly." She smirked, using his exact word.
Snape cast a nonverbal spell to cut a tiny incision in his ring finger and dribbled blood over the cuff until it was all covered. On the count of three, they muttered the paternoster in unison, and golden lights ejected from their crossed wander tips directly to the jewelry in his palm. Illuminated by the lights, the cuff absorbed the blood covering it. In a few seconds, there was no trace of any blood, only a shiny silver ear cuff left.
"Allow me." He tucked the locks behind her left ear and gently placed the cuff on her auricle. It fitted just perfectly.
Once the jewelry settled, Nymphadora felt a warm sensation rushed all over her, and an intangible rhythm indicating the very existence of the man whose blood now mingled with hers. Now she could understand Remus more, for if his bonding ritual had a similar effect on him as Snape's blood magic on her, it was hard to resist. It felt like an anchor, which made a drifter stable.
"I was planning to buy you a present in Rome, yet nothing could compare..."
"I'd prefer your presence to your present." He cut off bluntly.
"What's your plan for New Year's? I'll be back then." She supplied hopefully.
Hesitantly, he replied, "Headmistress always invites me over to Hogwarts for the New Year's Gala."
"And you are not going to invite me? They always encourage guests to bring a plus-one and welcome muggles. At least they did the last time I attended." Nymphadora inquired with an arched eyebrow.
With an equally arched eyebrow, he challenged her, "Given the attendees, I doubt you will go with me even if I invited." I don't think you want to be in the same room with the resident Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, and you know he will be there for sure. But oddly enough, he had never brought his mate after you left. Out of respect or guilty? More like the latter.
"Are you asking?"
"Are you going?
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