Of Finding You

After the hustle and bustle of Sirius Black’s sighting, everyone kept a watchful eye. Though, you were glad that majority of the students had something special and exciting to distract them through a time of uncertainty… Halloween.

The day had finally come, and nothing was more nostalgic to you than celebrating holidays at Hogwarts. Throughout the day, you kept a Jacko-lantern bowl full of sweets at the entrance of your classroom, which was also intricately decorated with garlands of skeletons and moody cobwebs. You loved this day, it was so innocently gleeful and full of mischief. Despite not being as young as you once were, celebrating it surrounded by your students as an adult was an experience you didn’t expect to enjoy just as much. The way the children’s smiles lit up with laughter and menacing jokes made your heart clench a little with pure happiness and appreciation for your role within the school of witchcraft and wizardry.

“Alright you lot”, You spoke over the loud classroom of students as your lesson drew to a close. As it was the last lesson of the day, you had one of your favourite classes; the first years. The children in front of you were so ecstatic with glee and excitement for the Halloween feast within a few hours, turning to each other with shared smiles and muttering over scary stories. Smiling to yourself at the amount of time it took to get their attention, you continued with a small exhale of relief. “Okay, I hope you all retain at least some of the content about the spells today, but alas I understand you are all busy being transfixed by Halloween. You are all dismissed. Oh! And don’t forget your weekend reading! Happy Halloween!” You spoke loudly over the students as soon as you dismissed them, they scurried up out of their seats as their smiled widened. Receiving a collective but cheeky “Happy Halloween Miss L/n!” brought that small smile back to your face after the long and distracted attempt of teaching for the day. Moving calmly to tidy up your desk for the end of the day and motion with your wand for the chalkboard to wipe itself and the scattered seats of the student’s desks to return to their designated places, you made your way to lock up the classroom for the weekend. You rolled your eyes as the candy-filled Jacko-lantern bowl at the entrance of your classroom was now completely barren, unsurprised but a bit impressed by your student’s ability to not miss a single piece of teeth-rotting goodies.

Deciding to wind down a little bit with some company of your colleagues, you strolled towards the staffroom, past students chasing each other playfully as classes began to roll out for the day. Slightly exhausted from the long day of trying to get your classes to actually listen, you slipped into your mind, almost in a daze.

“BOO!” A ghost pranced in front of you as they wailed their arms about.

Stepping back with a hand on your chest, you cursed at yourself for not paying attention, of course the ghosts were trying to jump-scare people, especially since its their favourite day in the entire year.

“Gosh. Lady, you got me. Ha ha.” You laughed sarcastically whilst waving the transparent figure off when you walked through it.

As the sun was setting earlier and earlier due to the approaching coldness, the hallways were lit in blue and purple hues. Oh, how you loved the ‘blue hour’. It felt even more special tonight with the floating carved pumpkins lit with amber glowing fires inside. Finally approaching the large door of the staffroom, your eyes were instead distracted by the sight of a familiar friend turning the corner towards you.

Severus’s intuitive concerned expression lifted as his eyes met yours, his lips grinning a little as he walked closer to you as you waited by the closed door for him.

“Boo.” He said teasingly.

“Too late. I’ve already been scared by that tonight” You smiled, his eyebrows raising in response as he finally reached you. Placing a hand on your arm, he leaned in and placed a kiss on your forehead after quickly pacing his eyes around the hallway to ensure no students were around.

“Hey.” You said as he held you gently.

“Was your day just as frustrating as mine?” He said in a tired tone quietly whilst looking down at you, his lips upturned still in that lovely warm smile you loved so much.

Rolling your eyes with a huff you replied, “Mhmm. Tell me about it. Come on, let’s sit down.” You moved to open the door in front of you, Severus followed closely.

As soon as you walked into the warmly lit staffroom, your eyes met with Minerva’s comforting expression as she looked up from her conversation with Professor Sprout, Madam Pomfrey, and Professor Lupin. Remus was brewing some more tea by the sink next to where the rest of the teachers sat in jolly expression and gossip.

“Oh! Y/n, Severus! Why don’t you two join us dearies.” Madam Pomfrey welcomed you two to the table warmly, clearly a little bit buzzed from the evening’s celebrations.

Nodding as you agreed and moved to take a seat, you poured yourself and Severus a cup of piping hot tea each. Cupping the tea in your hands as you brought it to your lips to blow on the steamy liquid, you basked in the warmth.

Professor Sprout spoke in her loud jovial expression, motioning to Minerva. “So! Minerva here was just telling us about a new celebrity couple at Hogwarts!” He seemed excited and giggled a little bit, her cheeks rosy with anticipation and eyes glimmering with glee.

You looked up at the four professors eyeing you “Oh?”, not paying close attention to their gazes.

After no one spoke for a few seconds, it seemed like the room was holding their tongues except for you and Severus. Putting your cup down with a clink, you saw Pomona bite into her nails and look back between you and Severus. Still quiet.

Then the realisation hit you.

“Oh blimey, how on Earth did you know?” You raised an eyebrow in a little bit of shock and disbelief. Immediately, the professors all broke out in soft laughter and bickered about with huge smiled and teasing nods. Minerva stood up swiftly before making her way to stand between you and Severus at the table, the potions master next to you frozen a bit. She quickly wrapped you two up into a massive hug and beamed with her jolly smile, “I knew this day would come! Finally! Gosh Severus, could you have been any more slower at asking her out?!” She almost squealed, holding Severus like a proud mother. Snape’s cheeks grew rosier and rosier as he attempted to hide them with his hand as he shot you a bothered glance, causing you to laugh at his antics.

Madam Pomfrey pinched herself, “I should have known sooner! We should have figured it out quicker, right Pomona?!” The two ladies agreed with each other as they patted each other on the back. “Okay, okay you lot, calm down.” I said with a sarcastic tone.

“Oh, but I’m so relieved! I’m so glad you don’t hate him, Y/n.” Minerva sat back down, placing her chin in her hands.

“Thanks a lot Minerva.” Severus spoke with a joking tone of sarcasm as he took a sip of his tea.

“Ah Severus, you know what I mean! You aren’t exactly the brightest star out there.” She said as she looked at the man dressed in all black over her round reading glasses.

You extended your hand to Severus’s arm to reassure him, paired with your innocently sweet smile. “It’s okay Sev, I still love you.” You whispered to him, causing the ladies next to you to shriek.

“Love!” Pomona squealed.

“’Sev!’ That’s a cute nickname Severus.” Minerva toyed, earning a deathly glance from Severus.

“Alright, leave the poor bloke alone.” Remus butted in as he finished brewing his special tea, taking a seat at the table.

“I, unlike the rest of our colleagues, am an adult.” He spoke with raised eyebrows, “I am very happy for you Y/n, and Severus.” He eloquently poised himself, causing the lively ladies next to him to perk their unimpressed eyebrows at him.

Letting go of the act, he rolled his eyes playfully. “Oh, who am I kidding, I can’t believe it! Out of all the men in the world! Him ,Y/n?!” He jokingly pleaded, causing the table to go about in a ruckus again.

“Alas, I just joke again. Surprised! But happy for you two!” The scruffy professor smiled warmly to you two.

“Wow. I feel truly grateful for such wonderful colleagues.” Severus nonchalantly stated in his sarcastic tone before standing up.

“Oh ‘Sevvy’”, the ladies teased him with their new nickname, “It’s just a bit of banter. We love you! Truly!” Pomona teased once more.

Not so secretly you loved the lady’s humour, as you cheekily smiled back at the group at the table when standing up as Severus’s arm pulled you away. You even snuck in a mischievous ‘thumbs up’ to the table. “Guess we gotta go! Keep up the good gossip ladies, and Remus!” You laughed with the table as they smiled at the couple before them walking away.

Still violently blushing, Severus swiftly attempted to scatter from the staffroom. Brooding as ever, his scowl would probably frighten off any student in a millisecond if they were one walking by.
You secretly adored this expression of his and found it so adorable how he was blushing at the thought of your relationship with him.

Reaching up to place a kiss on his check as he waited for you outside the door, you embraced his hand. “Don’t worry Severus. Now that the news is out, that’s all the teasing over and done now, or at least from the professors…” You smiled up to his face of dread.

Sighing in complaint, he exhaled in that deep tone of his. “Gosh, don’t remind me that the students will find out too.” He hung his head in worry as he began walking, absentmindedly pulling you along with him as he still gripped your hand. Chuckling in response, you removed your hand from his clutch and patted his back before wrapping it around his arm again.

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Later in the evening, after a scrumptious feast of roast dinner paired with apple cider, ghoulish tales, pumpkin pie, and sneaky glances and ‘thumbs ups’ from the table of professors, you and Severus finished up some late-night marking in your separate chambers as to get work done without distraction. Surprisingly, you had less marking than you assumed, and instead opted to pick up a novel. As you sat on your comfy cushioned couch in front of your roaring fireplace, you delved into the fantastical true crime fiction at your hands, further immersed by popping crackles of the coals and toasty candle lit in your bedroom.

However, Severus could not say the same. As he sat at his desk within his quarters, he attempted to draw his focus to the parchment with scrambles of potion recipes in front of him. Nevertheless, he grew irritated by his lack of an attention-span. Nothing seemed more blatantly boring to him than the papers before him, instead his mind wondered over to the vision of you, alone, in your room. Maybe it was his frustration at the poorly worded answers staring back at him through scratchy writing, or even the sense that tonight somehow seemed different because of ‘Halloween’, but he could not rip his mind from thoughts of you. The Potions Master wandered to himself when he became so distracted and captivated, until his thoughts shifted back to you, and your stunning smile, eyes that seemed to pull him in, scent that called his name. The way your hair felt against his skin, the matter in which your body perfectly laid against his in your embrace, the plushness of your lips, the sense of disparity when you touched his body. Catching himself in a trance, he realised there was no point in attempting work right now, not as the tent in his pants seemed to grow tight and needy. Not when you were right there, on the other side of the wall he stood before.

Clearing his throat and knocking on your large wooden door, he waited for your response impatiently.

“Come in”, You stated nonchalantly as your book still gripped your mind in captivity, not breaking eye contact with the words before you.

Immediately stepping inside of your quarters and gently flicking the lock behind him, Severus instantly spotted your figure relaxed in the couch, lit by the gold fireplace before you. He could have sworn his heart skipped a beat just then. Though the two of you have been together for a while now, and he saw you every day, the sight of you still stopped him in his tracks, even when you weren’t even facing him. He wanted to dive in towards you right then, but instead he basked in the serenity of the view before him. Slowly taking steps towards the woman he loved, he lightly brushed his hand across the back of the couch as to not scare you by his presence. Running his fingertips along the leather, to eventually meet your shoulder. Gently raking his fingers through the length of your soft hair which flowed off the side of the sofa, he oh-so carefully directed it onto your shoulder, pulling it back like a curtain to reveal your neck. As his hand hang lightly on your shoulder, he moved to place soft sensual kisses on the nape of your neck, almost tickling you. As soon as you felt his familiar touch, the words in front of you liquidated, unable to be read no more.

“Severus” You whispered.

Groaning in acknowledgment of his name spoken from your mouth, he moved to kneel by the side of your figure, akin to a soul silently in worship of the god before them. His dark pit-like eyes lustfully met yours, you began to lose your thoughts to them, sacrificing any last intentions of reading. You know from his intense yet desperately inviting gaze what he wanted. As he stood to sit across from you, so closely, he reached for your hand. Whilst you laid still comfortable in your seat, he towered over you as he carefully sat, moving closer and closer as his lips finally met yours. The immediate graze of his lips against yours sparked that tingly sense of innocent and utterly desperate need. First it was soft and peppered, but it quickly evolved to breathy, heated, and deprived movements between your mouths. Moaning quietly as he placed his weight on you now, it felt like his body moulded to yours. His hooked nose grazing against yours, and his hair which began to get messy and frazzled as you ran your hand desperately through it touching and tickling your forehead and neck in such a delightful sensation. His breaths grew more and more intense, exhaling in that deep octave of his through pleasing grunts. As the kisses became more and more messy, his tongue danced along yours, biting your lip here and there. Eventually, he began to trail these desperate kisses along your jawline, down your neck, across your collarbones, and into your cleavage. Tattering soft bruises along your bust, the soft and velvety smooth skin of your decolletage felt so inviting against his now slightly swollen lips. Whilst he still gripped his left hand with yours, his eyes opened to search for a sign of consent from yours. After offering it, he drew his right hand along our figure and gripped your breast. Whilst you still wore your dress from the day, his touch made you match his sense of need for this moment. Your chest heaving with an increasing heartbeat, he loved to hear it. Looking down at the man atop you, you almost struggled to breathe with the sight of him so focused and intensely loving your body.

He began to move his right hand along your delicious curves, along your waist, and down your hips to tease his fingertips against the hem of your dress. Pausing to view you in such a moment of yearning, he relished in the sight of your concentrated eyebrows, flustered eyed, and rosy heated cheeks. After getting harder at the state of you before him, he briskly lifted your dress up, followed by hurried movements to remove your tights and underwear. Moving his kisses down the fabric of your breasts and midsection, he buried his head under your dress. Kissing the bare skin of your navel, he trailed down. Still gripping one of his hands tightly with yours, you squeezed back with breathy whimpers as he moved his right hand along your thigh, prancing his thumb closer to be closer in between your legs. As he kissed his way netherward, he finally touched between.

“So wet. Just for me.” He whispered, his voice husky and ready. The escape of his breath feeling so delightful on your warm skin. He soon planted his lips and tongue on your bud, teasing your senses and nerves into a flurry of electric responses, threatening to send you into a trance as waves of lustful rapture felt inevitable. Moaning as your brows furrowed, Severus gripped your thigh harder in response. The sound of his love caving before him sending him into bliss as he feasted on you.

“Not yet darling.” He spoke once more, the tickles of his tongue inviting you into sensory heaven despite his words. You reached your hand down to his head as he worked his magic on you, teasing as his thick raven locks as he moved fluidly against you.

Breaking his delight of basking in you, he wanted to please you more. Have more of you. Be in you.

Catching your breath as you let out a frustrated moan as he stopped, he traced his thumb against the length of your entrance. Abruptly standing up, your eyed widened as he picked you up bridal style, kissing your forehead once more whilst he carried his precious cargo. Moving to your bedroom, he placed you gently on your covers, leaving your tights and underwear behind. Promptly, he vigorously moved to hurry off his shirt. You followed suit, scooting forward to rip off his belt and unzip his trousers. Once in his underwear, he pressed his figure against yours once more, picking up the hem of your dress and pulling it up completely off your body. Left in your bra, he couldn’t wait. Pinning his body between your legs at the edge of your bed, his tongue filled your mouth once more, desperately moaning as your hand reached up to his face, met with dewy skin. Your other hand reaching with urgency to the elastic of his underwear. Pulling it down. Completely off. Now both bare, his body pressed closer to you as you felt his heated length meet the inner side of your thigh. He supported himself closely above you and reached. Steadying himself as he met your entrance. His left hand still enwrapped against yours in support, his hair curtained atop his face as his brows creased. As you felt the tip meet your entrance, he bit his lip. Slowly pushing his length inside, the crease in his brows left for a split second as he felt his first luring wave of delight. You placed your free hand against his bare chest, causing him to look back at your face. Though you two had made love many times, he had to remind himself that the aftermath between your legs could often be painful for you. Remembering, he slowed his movement down slightly before leaning down to kiss your cheek gently, offering his reassuring smile to your concentrated face. You nodded, before running your hand from his chest to the back of his neck. He pushed himself further, to the hilt. And just as he did you remembered how he filled you in every which way that you could be. Touching that sweet spot at your cervix that sent you into a sensitive spasm for a split second each time it was touched. He removed his length partly, before reinserting it yet again. Starting off slow but increasing swiftly with each thrust. His grip pinned you down, but you loved it. Thrust after thrust, you felt so sensitive and perfectly paired with him. Causing your heartrate to become light at times but speedy, your chest still heaving with small beads of sweat. “Sev” You panted, once more, your grip on the back of his neck tightening. He exhaled after each movement, now it was fast. It almost felt like he went deeper with each thrust, perhaps he did knowing his length and need to be further with you. Grunting here and there, his forehead creased increasingly, you knew he was getting closer. “Y/n.” He whispered through gritted teeth trying to catch his breath. “I love you.” He exhaled. “I love you so much.” He fastened, the sound of his skin smacking together sent you into a frenzy. The creeping up of a storm underneath your belly threatened your breath as you concentrated on breathing. As he became faster, he started looking up here and there, attempting to push himself through to his climax. The veins popping out of his grasp against your hand. His struggled breaths. “Please” you pleaded. He struggled to keep a still face, as each thrust beckoned him into the wave of orgasm. You followed suit, beginning to feel the tightening in your core as ecstatic waves of pleasure became too much to bear. Moans continued to escape from you, as did his grunts. Further. And further. He began to hit that incredible elusive place inside you so well and so wet. Hitting again. And again. Your orgasm crept up within you, causing your insides to seize up as he clutched you. Equally feeling the rapid onslaught of bliss. He felt your walls tighten, holding and squeezing him perfectly. As the storm of senses overcame him, he let out a soft and struggled ‘fuck!’. Your jaw dropped by the pleasure you continued to endure, as your breathing extended it. His frame shook as he pumped into you a few more times, slowly. Releasing inside of you. You both consumed what last bits of lust you had left, both of your chests heaving as he stayed inside for a second. Clutching you closer to ensure you were okay in his foggy mind. Slowly, he removed himself. And out poured the white substances from him and you entwined. Thumbing your entrance once more, he pushed what liquids there were back inside of you gently.

It's almost too much for you. Trying to catch your thoughts as you came down and back to Earth from your heavenly trance. Placing your hand on your forehead and breathing steadily, Severus dropped his weight beside you on your comforter. Both sweaty, both overcome with emotion and pleasure. “Y/n…” He whispered with what breath he had. “That was beautiful. My beautiful love, fuck how I needed you.” He moved to his side, still in disbelief, and kissed you once more in the crook of your neck. Grazing his fingertips softly against the small slight, purple-toned hickeys he trailed along your collarbones and breasts. The sensation of his touch so familiar.