Pink Valentine
Anastasia’s eyes flutter open as a ray of sunlight touches delicately her eyelashes. Turning around, she notices the other side of the bed is empty and panics for a few seconds, sitting bolt upright trying to process what is going on. Of course, he woke up early to teach his first class, just like last week and the week before that, since the term started.
As Ana’s heart calms into a steady rhythm again, she starts to get ready for today, groaning loudly as she remembers it was Valentine’s Day. And on top of that, Dumbledore agreed to a dinner dedicated to love, which, of course, was the idea of none other than Lockhart. It was stupid in her opinion to endulge this kind of behavior amongst students, as if it wasn’t sufficient already that the staff almost every night patrol found at least one couple of older students getting caught in the heat of the moment. Ana could remember her days as a student at Ilvermony, and she had her fair share of dates as a Cromwell, but in her teenage days it was all sweet, lots of kisses and cuddles, but never more. She could swear these kids got hornier with each passing year.
Anastasia was now making her way towards the dungeons. It was a relatively long way if one considered her quarters were on the fourth floor, but that was the perfect excuse to think in peace, kind of like drinking coffee while reading the day’s news, as she did while she lived in the muggle world, and the only care in the world was letting her target slip and get lost.
"Did they upset you enough this morning or do you require my assistance to be properly irritated?" Severus turns around and glances at the beautiful witch that stays by his office door. A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as his eyes travel up and down her body.
"Since when do you wear dresses? I can count on my fingers the number of times I’ve seen you wear one. "
"Since that Lockhart prick almost invited me as his date for this evening's festivities, I just want to mess with him a little today" she says as she envelops him in a hug, one hand making its way to the back of his neck, gently slipping her fingers through his hair.
Severus couldn’t contain a mock scoff at her words. Ever since Lockhart started teaching at Hogwarts, he followed Ana like a lost puppy trying to get her attention. He remembered one episode at lunch one day when Lockhart kept pressing her to accept his invitation to go out with him.
"I already date someone whom I deeply love."
"I apologize for my intrusion, but I think you are just playing hard to get. You must know how to hide your little lies better than this. "
"What do you mean, Lockhart?"
"Well, Anastasia-"
"This is Professor Cromwell to you."
"Professor Cromwell, it is then. You barely leave the grounds, so that little apology of yours doesn’t stand, you see? "
"Look Lockhart-"
"Gilderoy, please"
"Lockhart - the thing is, I don’t date blondes. I am blonde, you are blonde. We won’t look as attractive together as you look single. "
"We will have nice, good-looking blonde children nevertheless."
"Sorry, Lockhart, I plan on making another man a father."
And even though they didn’t discuss the subject of children-they were together for barely a year, and they wanted to savor their relationship and not rush into things like other couples. For Merlin’s sake, they weren’t even an official pair-seeing Ana putting Lockhart into his place and hearing her say she wanted his-Merlin, HIS-children did something unexpected to him. That night they didn’t sleep until late, when the dark started to fade.
"And pink? Merlin, woman, you have no mercy whatsoever for that poor fellow."
"I wanted to fit today’s aesthetic. Plus, I have your favorite boots on, so let's just say I am not all girly today. " She talked about a pair of high-heeled boots that no matter how many times she wore them, they still made her feet sore.
"My favorite boots? Ana, your feet will be a mass of painful flesh by tonight. " Worry was clearly audible in his voice.
"I agree with you, but then you get to massage them and make them better with your gorgeous hands, sexy," and as she says that, she kisses him.
"Happy Valentine's Day, my love!"
"Happy Valentine’s Day to you too, my little troublemaker!" He smacks her playfully over the barely visible curve of her posterior. She had a pink baby doll dress that ended a little over her knees, the curves he loved hidden by the tulle. "And don’t go around lifting your skirt around the corridors."
"Promise I'll lift it only when you're there," she winks at him before kissing him goodbye and heading to her classroom.
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"You look exquisite, Anastasia! Though I have to point out the fact that you could have been more extravagant, it is a special occasion after all," Lockhart approaches her with his "Witch Weekly's" winning smile. Ana bites the inside of her cheek in an attempt to not storm at him in the middle of the Great Hall. Joining Pomona and Minerva turns out to be an inspired choice, as Gilderoy doesn't seem to try anything else.
But just when Ana starts to melt, locking eyes with her lover across the room, making his way towards her through the mass of dancing students, the euphoric moment crumbles when she hears on her right: "Did you like the flowers I sent to you?"
"I liked them so much I cried most of the day." Gilderoy's smug smile seems to inflate more than usual. "But from allergies. If you actually paid me attention as you claim to be doing, you would have noticed that the flowers I received on Christmas from the students were charmed to eliminate the pollen. "
"But, you never told me-"
"I am going to tell you once more. I already have someone. " She can't take her gaze away from Severus, who is only a few steps away."I want you to stop trying to pick me up because it won't work. You're not him and you could never be him." And at that, he reaches for her hand and their fingers intertwine, hidden from the rest under Severus' cloak but visible enough for Lockhart to notice.
"You can't be serious, Anastasia. You're still playing me." Lockhart's voice trembles in an attempt to control his, not a minute ago, proud attitude.
"I suggest you put all your effort into teaching the kids the real stuff and not just how to hide from pixies and run after another man's woman. If you don't, I'll know, and then you'll know too. "
At Severus's remark, Gilderoy's face loses its color, and with a shake of his head, he lowers his gaze and walks away.
"My charming prince came to the rescue," she says in a low note destined only for him. "Thank you!"
"It was my honor, my princess!" He gives her a small bow of his head, his eyes gleaming in a way that tells her he would be smiling if they weren't in public.
"I got your message. Poor owl almost went head first into the window." Severus sent her a poem during her third class.
"Did you read it?" He asks nervously.
"I more than read it, I memorized it. ' Like captured water, you hold me in your cupped hands. I flow on your palm.’ "
"Did you like it?"
"So much that I think only special physical attention to the writer could convey the amplitude of my appreciation, and even that wouldn't be enough." Severus couldn't drown more in anticipation of what was to come in mere hours.
"My quarters tonight?"
"I'll be there as soon as all the students are in bed." He squeezed her hand one last time, still hidden by the cloak, and she reciprocated with the same ardor. One last loving glance afterward, they parted ways to chaperone the students with the other professors.
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"For the love of Merlin, why did I have to wear these damn boots the whole damn day?" Ana angrily mutters to herself as she goes down the stairs leading to the dungeon. She can feel every step she makes as part of some cosmic twisted torture.
Severus excused himself earlier than her as his Slytherins proved to be the most responsible students in the school this night (he later confessed to her that he actually secretly let them host their own party in their common room as long as they didn’t sneak booze and remained inside because "I will know if someone does something stupid and then you’ll all suffer my displeasure").
She was free to go when Minerva, Pomona, and Filius sent their students to bed and all the professors took one tour of the castle to make sure there weren’t students in the corridors or abandoned classrooms.
"Honey, I’m home!" she almost sings as she enters his quarters, giggling silently as she steps carefully in an effort to attenuate the pain she’s feeling.
"Finally, the long-lost princess finds her way to her prince." He welcomes her by the door, kissing her, tongues colliding, hands searching for something to hold onto. Severus picks her up by the back of her thighs, never breaking the kiss.
His bed feels cold, but it’s a coldness Anastasia finds refreshing, like the feeling of the wind on a summer morning or the moment when one surfaces out of the water and little drops of water still cling to one's naked body.
She moans in relief when he takes her boots off and starts to rub a mix of oils on her feet.
"Better?"
Ana just nods and reaches out to grab him by his shirt.
"And now I think I promised you something."
She maneuvers him to lie on his back, and she climbs on top of him. Severus’ hands start going up under her dress as Ana licks and gently nips the skin of his neck. At the feel of a pair of lace thongs, he takes a deep breath.
"You naughty little witch! Wearing something so scandalous under your clothes all day. "
"Only your naughty little witch, baby!" she breathes and resumes the attack on his neck while grinding hard on his swollen cock.
"Better not let me wait for my reward or I might take it myself," he manages to say between whimpers.
"Don’t worry, baby! You know I don’t let my savior prince wait," she says as she slides her hand into his pants…