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works/1111875.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Lily_Evans_Potter/Severus_Snape
  Character:
      Severus_Snape, Lily_Evans_Potter
  Additional Tags:
      Rape, Non-Consensual, Het, Angst, Ficlet
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-12-31 Words: 627
****** Snape's Worst Memory ******
by torino10154
Notes
     Written for HP_DarkArts In the Shadow of the Season fest, Dec 2013.
Severus pressed his hand to the dark cherry wood, the warmth of his protective
magic heating his palm before the small clasp snicked open. A single phial
rested inside, nestled delicately in black velvet. He trailed a finger over it
from top to bottom, debating whether he wanted to relive it yet again. Unable
to deny himself, he carefully lifted the phial and poured it into the Pensieve,
gently prodding at the surface with his wand.
Lily's face floated to the surface, tears streaming down her fair cheeks.
Severus's chest tightened in pain even as his cock began to stir, flesh memory
nearly as strong as that of the mind. She'd been so beautiful beneath him, even
as she struggled. Not a day went by he didn't think of her, but occasionally
his body desired a more vivid reminder.
Severus had only wanted to talk to her once they got back home from Hogwarts,
away from the influence of Potter and Black. She came with him, finally, to
their spot in the woods, perhaps hoping if she gave in, he'd give up and leave
her alone. He tried, yet again, to explain himself. But she wouldn't listen.
She turned to leave.
Adrenaline and arousal, lust and fear bubbled to the surface, driving him past
the point of no return. He reached for her arm and yanked, spinning her around
and pushing her to the ground. She tried to get away, kicking out and pounding
her fists, but he could not allow her to escape him.
She was wearing a short summer dress—the white and yellow flowers were now
imprinted on his brain—and while one hand held her wrists, the other reached
between her thighs, easily pushing aside the soft cotton fabric of her
knickers. He used his weight to pin her legs and hastily reached inside his
trousers to free his aching cock.
Once, just once, he had to have her.
"Severus, please," she said, voice hoarse from shouting. "Don't...."
He'd begged for her forgiveness all for naught, so now it was he who was no
longer listening, her cries falling on deaf ears as he pushed inside her. She
was tight around him, his bollocks drawing up on only the third thrust, but he
didn't care. Looking down into those brilliant green eyes—eyes filled with hurt
and betrayal—he jerked his hips again and came.
He'd barely had time to pull out and tuck himself back into his pants when she
jumped up and began to run. Fortunately, even though he couldn't use it, he
never went anywhere without his wand. She'd need to pass his house on the way
back to hers.
When they were younger, she'd have been more likely to beat him, but his legs
were much longer since he'd hit puberty. He caught up to her two houses from
his own, his chest burning from running after her.
He pressed her to the neighbour's garden wall, hand over her mouth to keep her
from screaming. He looked around nervously, for the time remembering he wasn't
allowed to use magic. But he had to; there was no other choice.
Bodily holding her to the wall, he pointed the wand at her temple. "Obliviate."
The memory began to dissolve as a slightly confused Lily walked away from
Severus for the last time, though she carried a bit of him inside her.
Stepping back from the Pensieve, Severus jerked himself off roughly, his seed
wasted on the cold stone floor.
He replaced the memory into the phial carefully, locked the box, and charmed it
once more to his touch alone. No one, not the Dark Lord nor Dumbledore, would
ever be privy to that memory.
It was his most cherished of all.
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