Chapter 6
An owl at the window in Severus' bedroom is what wakes you. He has fled the bed and you have smothered yourself in the sheets that smell heavenly. You stiffly sit up when the owl taps the window with its beak again. You stand, feel your head beginning to pound, and stumble to the window. You push it open and you see what looks like a roll of paper attached to its leg. You notice how pretty the creature is - it’s dark gray with bright blue eyes. Carefully, you pull the paper from it. It flies away quickly after, prompting you to shut the window from the cold. You look down to the paper, seeing it sealed shut with a wax seal - an M with dragons wrapped around it. You can’t open it without Severus knowing you did, so you have to refrain.
You rub your temples for a few moments, then go to the closet. You find a plain white dress shirt and pull it on. Carrying the letter in your hand, you wander out of the bedroom and into the bathroom across the hall.
After urinating for what seems like an eternity, you wash your hands and splash water on your face. You open up the medicine cabinet and quickly snoop around. You’re almost disappointed to find only a simple hair brush, a stick of deodorant, a toothbrush, and toothpaste. You shut it quietly and open the shower curtain, seeing a couple of bottles of soap and shampoo, nothing more. The bathroom passes in terms of other women being not here.
You make your way downstairs and find the living room empty. Where is Severus? You need to go home for medicine for this outrageous headache. You wander into the empty kitchen and open the refrigerator. You snatch two water bottles out and begin to chug them. You leave the bottles on the countertop, in case he recycles, and settle into the old leather loveseat. You grab a throw pillow and put it over your face to keep the light from them.
You vaguely hear the front door open and shut. You’re nearly asleep again. You don’t come to your senses until Severus sits beside you. He takes the pillow off your face and you hear him elatedly sigh.
“Good morning,” he murmurs. You force your eyes open and offer him a small smile. He holds up a bag of takeaway.
“Oh, you’re a saint,” you exhale. You grab the bag from him and begin to dig through it, pulling out a breakfast sandwich. You unwrap it and begin to eat it. Severus helps himself to the other one.
“I need to go home,” you say after swallowing. “Need some Tylenol. Have to see my nan today,” you explain.
Severus nods, eating quietly. Once you both finish, you go to stand, but he gently grabs your arm.
“Can we talk?” he inquires.
You pull away from him, feeling the sick rush of anxiety go through you. His dark eyes demand the attention of your own eyes. You open your mouth to speak, but when no words come out, you close it. Severus sighs, clearly disappointed, but stands.
“I will take you home,” he agrees. You nod towards the letter on the table near the fireplace. His brows raise as he looks at it. He takes no care to open the letter carefully. He forces the wax seal off and rolls it open harshly. His dark eyes read through it once, then again. After, he tosses it into the fireplace and then snaps his fingers and the logs ignite.
“Anything important?” you wonder. He shakes his head, gathering his cloak to don.
“Dinner invitation from a friend,” he informs, boredly. He offers his arm to you. You take it and disappear.
When you enter your grandmother's facility, you walk down the hallways filled with dread until you get to her suite. You knock politely, then push the door open. The suite is a generous size - your granddad made sure she would be spoiled here. The kitchen is on your right, and opens into the dining room. She isn’t here, so you walk through the dining room and into the living room. She’s sitting on the couch with a nurse.
“Oh, good, you’re here,” the nurse says, tiredly. There’s a tray with food and medicine on it in front of your grandmother. “She barely ate yesterday, won’t take her medicine, spits it at me.”
You sit down your purse and walk to them. You touch your grandmother's shoulder - she’s in a simple shirt with comfortable linen pants. “I can do it,” you inform. “Go take a break,” you insist.
The nurse sighs and stands, stretching. “She asked for you yesterday. And Louis,” she murmurs.
Nan looks up at you and her eyes soften. “[First name],” she sighs, happily.
Your brows raise and you quickly sit down next to her. She embraces you, kissing your head. “Hi, nan,” you breathe.
She doesn’t have many good days. You hope this is one. “Hi, baby,” she replies, smiling.
“Why won’t you be easy on your nurses? Take your medicine,” you say, handing her the cup of pills and water. She grabs them and takes the pills without a fuss.
“I wanted to see you,” she explains. “I thought if I didn’t listen…you would come and here you are,” she says, smiling mischievously. You laugh lightly.
“Nan, that is not how this works. Jeez,” you smile.
She looks around. “Where’s Louis?”
When you don’t reply, she looks at you, raising her brows. “He’s at home, not feeling well,” you quickly say.
She frowns, concern flashing over her face. “Well I hope he isn’t too sick! You’re helping him, aren’t you?”
You nod, feeling tears well up into your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, of course. He just has a cold, that’s all,” you assure. A cold that turned into cancer, you think to yourself.
Nan sighs and smiles relievingly. She grabs the sandwich from her food tray and offers it to you. You shake your head, wanting her to eat. She bites into it.
“Hey, Nan, I brought you some strudel. You can eat it for dessert,” you say.
You stand and go to your purse, pulling out a Tupperware container. You open it and sit it down on the tray. She smiles, reaching for it, but you slap her hand away. “Eat your meal first!”
She scoffs playfully. “I let you eat dessert first all the time!”
Your laugh again, wondering just where in her life her mind thinks she is. You sit with her while she finishes. When she bites into her dessert, her eyes light up. “Louis always makes these so wonderful,” she praises.
You feel your chest tighten. At least you can make your grandmother happy in this way. She sits her fork down when she finishes, then merely stares out the large window.
You nudge her and she looks at you. She brings her hand up to rub her head. “My mind isn’t what is use to be…I’m really confused right now,” she explains.
You nod, understandingly. “Hey, Nan, guess what? I met someone,” you say, trying to talk to her before she goes mute again for god knows how long.
“You did? What’s his name? What’s he like?” she asks, smiling widely.
“Severus. Weird name, I know,” you inform. “He’s kind… but he’s a dick too. Sarcastic,” you slowly say.
Your grandmother hums. “Louis was a dick sometimes when we were dating,” she says, which makes you laugh out loud. “If this Severus man really likes you he will learn not to be one. What does he do for work?”
“He’s the headmaster of a boarding school,” you reply.
She raises her eyebrows in surprise. “Wow, he sounds successful,” she says, approvingly. “I want to meet him.”
You laugh. “He came last time with me to see you. He didn’t come in, but he waited the entire time in the lobby.”
“Sounds polite. I hope it works out,” she says, extending her arms. You lean into her, embracing her. She rubs your back for a moment, then let you go. She looks into her lap, rubbing her head again.
“I’m here again…because my memory is bad, is that right?”
You nod, rubbing her back. “Yeah. You were driving grandad crazy. You kept getting in the car and leaving. He’d chase after you,” you say, shrugging. “And you’d do other things…”
She nods slowly. You don’t tell her she started getting combative with your grandad. It would make her sad. She offers to turn on a movie for you both. You agree, getting close to her, holding her hand. The movie eventually ends and you turn to your grandmother, whose head is back against the couch, sleeping. You quietly stand and cover her up, clean up her dishes, and slip out the door of her suite. That was the nicest time you’ve spent with your grandmother in almost a decade.
You take a cab and return home with no issues. Ever since the Death Eater’s attacked you, you’re constantly looking over your shoulder and more anxious than usual when you’re out and about. You drop your purse by the door and kick your shoes off, then walk into the kitchen. You open the refrigerator and pull out what you plan on making for dinner, then turn to the counter. You drop the contents from your hands when Severus suddenly is across from you, standing there in his black garb.
“Fucking Christ!” you shriek, startled. He offers you a small smile. You sigh, kneeling and picking up the fallen ingredients from the floor.
“Apologies,” he murmurs, coming around the island and kneeling beside you. He helps you pick up the things, then sits them on the countertop.
“Use the door like a normal human, please,” you request. He doesn’t reply, but takes a seat at the barstool.
“Is this for dinner?” he inquires. You nod, begin to run water in the sink, planning on throwing the vegetables beneath. Severus reaches across and turns the faucet off. Your brows knit together and you turn it back on, eyeing him. His dark eyes stare at you for a moment with an amused look. Then, he shuts the sink off again.
“What-“ you begin.
“Come to dinner with me,” he requests. You cock your head.
“To your dinner invitation?”
He nods. “Yes, my friend Narcissa invited me over tonight,” he begins. “She’s a witch. Always has quite the meal.”
You purse your lips together and think. A woman inviting him over for dinner? This makes you wonder how close they are, if they’ve ever been romantically involved.
“I don’t know, Severus…”
He offers you a soft, almost pleading expression, one you’ve never seen. “I’ve known her since I was a child. Her husband, unfortunately for her, is rotting in prison for war crimes. She’s lonely. I believe you two would get along,” he explains.
You gawk at him. “War crimes? So she’s a criminal?”
Severus shrugs, waving his hand back and forth. “No, but her husband was a Death Eater, committed a few heinous crimes-“
You begin to laugh, which shuts him up. “I don’t want to be associated with anyone related to the man that attacked me,” you state.
Severus leans back, pressing his lips together. “Shall I leave then?”
You shake your head, pointing a finger at him. “No, you said you gave up those beliefs when you were twenty one! The rest of the time… you were a spy,” you remind.
He shrugs. “I still was one,” he states simply.
You exhale dramatically. “Fine,” you say, irritatedly. “I’ll go to dinner with you.”
You grab the ingredients and kick the refrigerator open, putting the food back inside. When you shut it, Severus is beside you, reaching for you. He pulls you into him and leans down to kiss you. His lips are warm, welcoming. They take their fill of yours. His hands grip your hips, run up your back. You cling onto his cloak, returning the passion. He pulls away from your lips and presses against the column of your neck now. You croon, letting out a breath of pleasure.
“Severus…” you sigh. He presses against you, making you step back until you're against the island. He grabs your waist and lifts you up onto it.
“Say you’ll be mine,” he breathes against your skin. His tongue runs down your throat to your collarbone. He pushes your legs apart and steps between them, one hand coming up to grab your breast.
“I can’t…” you murmur. He groans, then shoves you down to your back. Before you can protest, he unbuttons your jeans and pulls them down your legs. “Severus!”
“Shut up,” he commands. He pulls your underwear down now, then presses his mouth into you. You moan at the first touch of him, arch your back when his tongue begins to tease your folds. He hums against you, clearly beginning to enjoy himself. His hooked nose bumps and brushes against your swollen nub, making your hips jerk.
“Look at me,” he orders, moving briefly away from your womanhood. You lift your head up from the counter, face flushed, your lips parted. You look down your body to where Severus is leaned over between your legs. He places his mouth back on you, but doesn’t take his glittering eyes from your face.
He begins to, with great motivation, pleasure you again. It’s almost too intimate - his mouth on you, his eyes piercing into your hazy ones. You moan, your hips jerking again. He groans, sending a vibration through you. He removes a hand from your thigh and runs it up your torso. He grabs yours, intertwines your fingers. You squeeze his hand, moaning out loud again, feeling the rush of an orgasm coming on. He murmurs something into you when you come around his mouth, but you can’t hear it. Only when you stop moaning and are left on the countertop catching your breath does Severus remove himself from you.
He runs a hand through his hair, then goes to the sink to splash his face with water. Once he dries his hands, he slides your underwear up your legs, followed by your pants. You get down from the countertop and readjust yourself.
“Alright,” you breathe, leaning against the island. He turns his head to you, stares at you with his dark eyes.
“Say it,” he requests. You roll your eyes at him, exhaling.
“I’ll…be yours,” you whisper. His lips turn upwards slightly and he wraps his arms around you, pulls you to him, lifts you up from the floor. You gasp, then he puts his lips on yours.
“Mine,” he says into your mouth. You smile too, feeling anxious at this new development with Severus - you’ve only known each other a couple of weeks. You pull back from him, fidget your fingers.
“We need to set some ground rules first!” you inform, playfully. He sits you down. You grab his hand and lead him from the kitchen and into the living room. Passing the loveseat, you sit down on the couch, patting the space next to you with your hand.
“Firstly, on days we do not see each other, we must talk on the phone,” you inform.
Severus nods once, shrugging, like it won’t be an issue for him.
“Secondly… no secrets. I know you’re good at keeping them,” you begin, eyeing him closely. “But I don’t want to be lied to. We always tell each other the truth.”
He nods again. You open your mouth for the last thing you want to make clear, and he sighs dramatically when you do. You gape at him, swat at his arm. He chuckles lowly, raising his brows, waiting for you to speak.
“I want a kiss every time we see each other,” you finish, grinning.
He stares at you without moving, without talking. Then he leans forward and grabs you with his spidery fingers, pulling you into his lips. You grin, kissing him back quickly.
“Like this?” he asks, coyly, against your lips. You nod, humming approvingly into him. He kisses you one more time, then pulls away. “We ought to leave soon,” he points out.
You stand, grabbing his sleeve as you do. “Come tell me what to wear,” you murmur. “I don’t want to dress too casually.”
Severus sits on your bed, his hands behind him, his legs slightly apart. His dark eyes stare at you - you’ve tried on three dresses so far and he just keeps telling you to show him another.
“You said we have to leave soon, just pick one?” you ask, getting anxious. He runs his tongue over his lips and nods to the closet. You sigh, grabbing out two more dresses.
“Try them on,” he says, slowly. You turn around and he magically unzips your dress for you as he’s done the other two times. You slip out of it and grab a dress off the hanger, pulling it back on. When you turn around, you see a small smirk on his lips.
“Why are you smiling?” you ask. He shrugs a shoulder, but can’t wipe the grin off his lips. You gasp when you figure out why. “You just want to see me keep getting undressed, don’t you?”
He chuckles out loud once. “So what if I did? You’re very easy to look at,” he explains. You roll your eyes and gesture to yourself.
“Which one?”
“I liked the emerald one,” he murmurs. You gasp, snatching up the first dress you tried on.
“You dick,” you say, trying not to smile. After redressing in the emerald dress and finding heels, you quickly put makeup on and style your hair. After finishing yourself off with red lipstick, you exit your bathroom. Severus is leaning against the doorframe, waiting.
You stride to him and he glances down at you. He examines you like he’s reading his favorite book or looking at a delicious meal.
“You look…ravishing,” Severus says, a tone lower than his normal. You smile, eyeing him up and down. He’s somehow changed from his many buttoned frock coat into a fitting black turtleneck. He’s still sporting black slacks, shiny dress shoes, and his cloak.
“You’re sexy,” you reply. “No matter what you wear…” You reach up and pull at his collar, revealing his reddened raised scar. He slightly tenses, but allows you to continue. You stand on your toes - even in heels he towers over you - and press your lips to the column of his throat. He seems to relax now, and you feel his hand grip onto the fabric of your dress by your hip. You kiss it again, with an open mouth, and he kisses through his teeth. You immediately pull back, looking at him with concern.
“Does it still hurt you?”
He places a hand on your face and his black eyes dart back and forth between yours. You wish in this moment you knew what he was thinking. He shakes his head, denying that his scar still hurts, then kisses your forehead. He holds out an arm. You take it and he disappears with you.
You land quite successfully on a cobblestone road. You quickly take in your surroundings. The path is lined with tall rose bushes, too cold to be in bloom. Ahead of you is a gate, and past that is possibly the most beautiful yet ominous mansion you’ve laid eyes upon. Severus’ hand is on your back, urging you forward with him.
“Your friend lives here?” you ask, in awe. He chuckles lightly.
“She comes from money, married into more money. Her family was like…royalty in our society,” he explains.
You grow nervous and your mind begins to race. You aren’t sure how you’re going to make conversation with this woman - she’s a witch and wealthy. You’re barely educated and middle class. She’s probably older too, around Severus’ age.
“Settle your mind,” he comments. You halt, glaring up at him. He stops, then turns to face you. You raise a finger at him, which he eyes for a moment before returning his gaze to you.
“You don’t get to listen to my thoughts! That’s a hard limit,” you assert. Severus lips twists up and he reaches out to snatch your wrist from the air. He tugs you to him and you fall into his chest. He squeezes your wrist tightly, raising it up, making you stand on your toes. He leans nose to nose with you.
“What other hard limits do you have, baker girl?” he toys. You try to twist out of his grasp to no avail.
“I’m serious!” you say through gritted teeth. He lets you go and you massage your wrist.
“Consider it done,” he says, almost sweetly. You begin to walk with him again. You find his hand and interlock your fingers with his. He glances at the gesture, then to you. When you come to the gate, he merely withdraws his wand and flicks it at it. He begins to walk with you, closer, closer. You slow down when you get too close, it hasn’t opened, is he playing a trick on you?
“It’s just a ward. There isn’t really a gate here,” he murmurs. He steps through it, then pulls you through too. You gape, looking at him with a stunned look.
“And a ward is…for security,” you confirm. He nods once. He leads you up a wide set of stone stairs to the massive double doors of the estate. He politely presses the doorbell and exhales. His fingers tighten against yours.
“What’s wrong?”
He tilts his head towards the window, watching for movement. “I haven’t seen her since…well, since the war,” he murmurs. Your brows pop up. That was over two years ago now.
“Severus, you should really tell me these things…” you whisper, shaking your head. He huffs out a half chuckle.
“It makes no difference,” he murmurs. “She’ll be happy I finally responded to one of her invitations.”
Before you can reply, the door opens and you get your first glimpse inside the grand manor. The floors are beautiful - dark colored marble. The walls are papered in a dark wash. It’s all very gothic.
“Good evening, Elby,” Severus murmurs. Behind the door peaks a pale little creature with pointy ears.
“Master Snape, welcome,” he greets, gesturing to come in. Severus pulls you inside and you stare at the little thing as you walk by him. Odd.
“A house elf,” Severus informs. You raise your brows in response. You’re still unsure of what exactly that means, but the little creature is an elf. You let Severus lead you into a large hall with a absurdly long table. Only the end of it is decorated in beautiful, dark china and wine goblets. He pulls a chair out and gestures for you to sit down. When you do, he pushes you in and then takes a seat next to you. You look around, mesmerized by the beautiful paintings hung on the walls, the soft rug beneath your seats, and everything else. If you didn’t know where you were, you’d guess it would be some sort of home of the royal family.
“Severus,” a woman’s voice speaks into the hall. You look at the doorway and see a rather beautiful yet older woman.
Half of her hair is blonde, while the other half black. She wears a fitting black dress with a white fur coat. As she approaches the table, Severus stands to greet her and you follow his lead.
“Narcissa. You look well,” Severus states. She wraps her arms around him and kisses his cheek. You force your mind to be calm - it is just a greeting.
“You do as well,” she murmurs, pulling away. She peaks at your from over his shoulder. He steps to the side and place a hand on your back.
“This is [first name],” Severus introduces. You extend a hand out to her. She shakes it firmly and smiles. “My partner,” he finishes.
You feel heat rush to your cheeks. “Oh, how wonderful,” Narcissa says. She sits down at the head of the table and you and Severus both retake your seats.
“Wine?”
You and Severus nod. She waves her hand and a wine bottle appears in front of you, making you flinch. She laughs lightly, looking at Severus.
“Severus, she’s muggle?” she asks, shocked. You almost hear a tone of disgust in her voice.
As your wine pours, Severus grabs at your hand beneath the table. “She is,” Severus says, almost boastfully. “It’s one of the things I adore about her.”
Your cheeks grow red again - he’s never told you this. You’re so….unspecial. You can’t control magic like he can. You’re just a regular person. How could you be something he adores?
“Well, that makes me happy for you,” Narcissa states. She waves her hand again and salad and bread appear onto your plates. You notice a plate across from you, missing a host in its seat.
“Is Draco joining us?” Severus inquires. You politely fold your napkin over your thigh, listening to them conversate.
“He said he’d be here, but you already arrived fashionably late, so we started without him,” Narcissa comments.
Severus takes his hand out of yours and places it on your thigh. His fingers gently knead you over your dress.
“He is well?”
Narcissa scoffs, biting into her salad. “Ever since the Head Auror rejected his application, he keeps mainly to the Leaky Cauldron. Entertained by women and drinking.”
You pick up your goblet, admiring the craftsmanship of it, but fully listening to the conversation. You don’t feel as if this is your business, but you’re always down for hearing new drama.
“The boy has more potential than that of an Auror,” Severus murmurs, biting into his salad. He takes a drink from his goblet - you notice the length of his neck, the way his Adam’s Apple moves as he swallow, and you recall him giving you wonderful cunnilingus - then he begins to speak again. “Why did he think he’d fancy a job like that anyway?”
Narcissa rolls her eyes. “Potter,” she says, dreadfully. This instantly peaks your interest - Potter is the boy Severus spent most of his adult life protecting. Why is Narcissa’s son wanting to do a job because of him?
“Potter…?” Severus asks, his voice laced in disgust. Narcissa holds her hand out.
“Must I spell it out for you?” she asks, like Severus is daft. You elbow him and his eyes look at you, but his head remains facing the hostess.
“It’s Draco, is it?” you ask. Narcissa nods. “Draco likes Harry Potter. Draco…doesn’t fancy whatever job an Auror is, he fancies Harry Potter.”
Severus makes a choking noise within his throat. “I see…” is all he manages to say at first. After a moment, he adds in, “Of all of the other men to choose, he chooses Potter. Poor taste.”
Narcissa sighs, almost remorseful. “Astoria Greengrass was a perfect match for him. I don’t know why he’s being this way,” she murmurs.
“Perhaps it’s for the best. It is said she is to have the Greengrass blood curse,” Severus comments. You don’t speak again but make sure you commit this to memory. You’ve learned so much about Severus’ world just from this conversation.
After your salads, you’re served a mouth watering meal. There isn’t much conversation during the main course, which you’re thankful for because the food is wonderful, like Severus said it would be. Elby comes in when you’re wiping your mouth with the napkin. He places a sealed letter on the table beside Narcissa and slowly backs away.
“That’s surely Draco with his letter of absence,” Severus states. She opens it and reads it. Almost delicately, she sits it down and proceeds to stand.
“I hate to do this, Severus, but something has come up. Enjoy dessert and leave at your leisure,” she speaks, tiredly. She turns to leave, but then stops. She offers you a kind smile. “It was a pleasure to meet you, [first name]. I hope to see you again.”
You nod in agreement and thank her for dinner. Once she’s out of the grand hall, Severus leans forward and takes the letter from the table. You gape and grab his arm, shaking your head.
“If she didn’t want me to read it, she’d have burned it,” Severus assures. He opens it and you lean into him, reading it too.
Mrs. Malfoy,
Your son, Draco Malfoy, has been taken into custody and is being held inside the jail at the Ministry of Magic. He has been charged with unruly behavior and vandalism in Diagon Alley. If you wish for him to leave custody of the Magical Law Enforcement, bond must be paid and his wand will be confiscated until his hearing.
Best, A. Easton.
“That sounds serious!”
Severus scoffs and tosses the letter down. You notice your dessert has appeared on your plate and you begin to eat it. Severus pushes his plate away and begins to tap his fingers against the table.
“That stupid boy. After everything…” Severus begins. He shuts his eyes tightly.
“It’ll be alright. Lots of young people go to jail. It’s almost like a right of passage,” you say, smiling. He looks at you now and raises a brow.
“Have you been arrested?”
You nod, laughing. “Yes, twice actually,” you inform. Severus begins to laugh lightly. He leans back in his chair and watches you eat. He gazes at you like he could watch you all day. Maybe he actually would watch you all day. You’d let him.
“Well, for what?” he asks. You sit your spoon down and turn to him with a dead serious look in your eyes.
“I killed someone,” you say, seriously. For the first time, you hear him laugh out loud - it’s brief, just a few moments, but it’s very pleasant to hear from him.
“You?” he says, grinning. “You kill someone?”
You take your hand and hit his arm, laughing. “Is that unbelievable?”
He nods. “Very, darling.”
You roll your eyes and take a drink of wine. “The first time I was arrested, I was caught using a fake ID,” you murmur.
He purses his lips. “Not bad,” he says, almost impressed. “Trying to get into a pub?”
You nod. “The guy I got it from wasn’t good at anything and was always doing drugs, I should have known.”
He hums pleasantly. “Are you enjoying this?”
He nods immediately. “Oh, this is the most fun I’ve had in ages,” he teases. You finish your wine and sit your cup down clumsily, feeling a slight buzz coming on.
“The other time I was arrested…” you widen your eyes like it’s something terrible. Severus leans forward, intrigued.
“I was of age, I wasn’t driving. I was pretty wasted. It was my birthday and I was having a good time…”
He nods, wanting you to go on. “My friends were telling me to behave. We were at a traffic light and the police pulled up next to us. They looked inside our car. I was singing poorly and loudly,” you explain. You reach up and grab the straps of your dress, which makes Severus’ cock his head. “I leaned out the window and showed them my tits,” you laugh. You pull your straps down and your breasts become exposed. Severus’ eyes immediately dart down to your chest but you quickly redress.
“They arrested me. And my granddad made me spend the night in jail for it!” you remember, laughing. He grins now, only a half grin, but still. His crooked teeth leak out at you.
“Wait…show me the part again…show me what you did,” he whispers. You shake your head, smirking.
“No! We’re in someone’s home,” you remind. “Once is enough.”
He reaches out and grabs the straps of your dress and pulls them down. You gasp when the cold air hits your breasts again, this time causing goosebumps over your skin. You feel your face and neck redden under his gaze. His warm hands cup each of your breasts now.
“I would have arrested you too…such a tease you were. Those poor men, left without their fill of you,” he toys.
You knee his thigh, growing anxious. You don’t want the house elf to come back. Or Narcissa. Or anyone to just barge in.
“Severus…” you complain. He squeezes now and you whimper. A moment passes and he pulls the straps of your dress up, but doesn’t lean back into his chair. Instead his hands run down the sides of your body and stop at your hips. He pulls you up and onto the top of the table - he really has to stop doing that without a warning - and quickly gets between your legs.
“Sever-“ you begin, but are silenced by his mouth consuming your own. You melt into him immediately. He grasps your thighs roughly and you wrap your legs around his waist. He pulls you tightly against him and you feel his erection bulging through his trousers.
“I need you to do something for me…” he begins, voice heavy in lust. “Well, actually two things. The first is to be quiet…”
You nod, shutting your eyes as his lips begin to ravage your throat. He kisses down the column of your neck, sucking on the bony prominences of your collar bone. One of his hands trace up the skirt of your dress and, magically, you feel your thong disappear. You gasp and he places his other hand over your mouth.
“Be quiet and be a good girl,” he breathes. Two fingers thrust into your core. It is not gentle, nor polite. It is sloppy and hurried - he wants you wet, ready for him. You pant beneath his hand, it takes you by surprise when he shoves a finger into your mouth. Instantly, you suck on it and his mouth opens slightly. He breathes sharply in through closed teeth. His fingers pump into you three more times, then vanish. You hear his belt become undone and he leans slightly more overtop of you. He thrusts his cock into you, pushing his length entirely inside of your core in one motion. It jolts you, makes you tense, makes you react by trying to push him away. Before you can, he gathers your wrists with one hand and pins them above your head. He smirks at the position he has you in - he is in control of you. He pulls your dress down so your breasts are in his view. He sighs, running his tongue over his lower lip.
“You remember the safe words?” he asks, deadly quiet. You swallow and manage a slight nod. A split second later, he’s pulling out of you and pushing back in with such force the table rocks beneath you. He’s thrusting as fast as he possibly can, as hard as he can. You whine beneath him and your hips jerk up, making him grunt.
“Gods, you’re so tight…” he groans. Continuing to ruin you, the candlesticks on the table fall and you watch them roll off, and you giggle. The hand not holding your wrists grabs your jaw and it brings your focus back to Severus.
“I prefer you look at me when I’m fucking you,” he informs, moving his hips a bit harsher now. You cry out when he hits the depths of your core and he squeezes your wrists tightly.
“Quiet,” he commands. He still thrusts unrelentingly, and your hips jerk again. His eyes drift from yours to your breasts, he groans at the sight of them moving up and down from his ministrations. Your legs grow weak around him and you feel pleasure blooming in your lower stomach. You haven’t come so fast with him - or any man for the matter.
“Severus…” you quietly sigh. He sighs deeply and leans over you fully now, still pounding with incomprehensible strength. You will be sore tomorrow - you look forward to it. “Fuck, Severus, it’s so good,” you whisper.
He reaches between your bodies with his free hand and viciously grabs one of your breasts. His hand squeezes the soft skin and your back arches up from the table. It gives you a different angle, where his cock slides more deliciously in and out if you. He must feel it too because he shoves the hand that was holding your breast under the small of your back, keeping you in that position.
It doesn’t take much longer to cum around him. He keeps thrusting inside you, even through the tense clenching of your cunt and your uncontrollable writhing. Once you’ve finished, he frees your wrists so he can hold your hips - he continues to slam into you. You watch him - his black hair swaying, his dark eyes running over your body, his breathing growing unsteady and erratic. He looks like an angel. Perhaps more of a fallen angel. He’s lost in you. His movements falter, then come to abrupt halt. He heaves, leaning over you now, resting his full weight against you. You feel his warm release begin to fill you. His mouth finds your ear, breathing heavily over it. His lips nip at the lobe of it and you vaguely hear him moan. His eyes find yours and they’re so real - not the hardened eyes he wears so often.
“Mistress, welcome back! And Lord Draco!” the house elf greets from the foyer.
You both immediately scramble to your feet. Before you can even begin to dress yourself, Severus waves his wand over you both. Your dress slides up your body, the straps tightening over your shoulders. His pants rise and his belt fastens. You begin to fix your hair and scramble back into your seat. Severus mimics you, running his fingers through the locks of his thick, black hair, sitting beside you.
“Oh, Severus, the candles!” you whisper.
Severus flicks his wand and they fly back into the holder on the table. He snaps his fingers at the same moment Narcissa returns with her son.
“Severus, I’m thrilled you’re still here,” Narcissa greets. Severus stands, placing a hand on your back. You follow his lead.
“We thank you for the lovely dinner, Narcissa, but I have business to attend in the morning,” Severus informs, completely put together.
You, on the other hand, are not together. You know your face and neck are read, your lipstick is surely smudged, and now you feel Severus’ cum beginning to run down your inner thighs. You need to get out of here.
“Of course, yes. It was lovely to meet you, [first name],” she says, touching your arm. You nod, swallowing.
“You as well,” you reply. Severus pulls on your arm, tugging you away from her. Once you slip out the doors, the cold air generously begins to cool you off. Severus pulls at you and begins to walk. You struggle to keep up with him, but you do. You walk through the warded gates and he glances at you, warning you that you are about apparate. You grip onto his sleeve and spin.
After showering, you find yourself lying in bed, waiting for Severus to finish his shower. You shouldn’t be falling for this man so quickly. You know a lot about him, but you don’t know him completely yet. You suppose that’s how most relationships start. Severus comes into the bedroom now, rubbing his hair dry with a towel.
“We were almost caught,” you murmur as he sits down onto the bed. He’s just in boxers, no shirt. You admire his fit back as he chuckles lowly.
“That’s what makes it fun,” he muses, tossing the towel into the laundry basket. He yawns, then lies down onto his back beside you. You turn off the bedside table and pull the covers over you - the moonlight seeps in through the frost covered windows.
“We used to have gatherings in that very room,” he says after a moment. “The Dark Lord…Lord Voldemort used to sit at the very table.”
You watch him closely. He places a hand over his eyes and begins to laugh quietly. “It’s been nearly two years. I never would have dreamt of fucking such a beautiful woman on top of it,” he informs.
You smile at the derogatory comment coming from his mouth. You don’t hear that from him often. Is this his true self, or is he letting his orgasm talk? He turns on his side to face you. His pallored skin has blue undertones in the lighting from the moon. He presses his lips to your forehead, then shuts his eyes. You nestle your head against his chest, getting comfortable against him.
“When’s your birthday?” you ask, curiously. If you’re dating the man, you should at least know that.
“Tomorrow,” he murmurs. It makes you laugh. He’s playing a joke on you.
“No, really,” you insist.
After a moment, he doesn’t reply. You look up at him and see one of his brows arched. “It is January ninth,” he simply states.
Your eyes widen and you curse under your breath. You want to bake him a cake, but you must get up early tomorrow for the delivery truck. It comes on Sunday mornings.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” you demand, getting upset. He places a hand on your back and begins to rub it up and down.
“I do not typically celebrate. I’m older. I’ve had plenty of birthdays,” he informs, clearly making up excuses. You groan and get comfortable again.
“Are you upset?” he asks after a few moments pass. You shake your head.
“No. Goodnight,” you murmur. Your brain is working faster than it has all week. How can you make his day special for him? Forty is a birthday to definitely celebrate. Your mind runs and runs until it can’t anymore. You fall asleep breathing in his delicious scent of paper, smoke, and lavender.