She told herself it wouldn't happen again. Every single time she would say it. But no matter how much she meant it, and she had meant it hundreds of times it felt like, she wound up waking up next to him once again. She couldn't help herself. To be in love with a man that was half her age. To be in love with the son of a man you once loved, and the woman you were best friends with.
Eyes. Those damn eyes. They got her every single time. Green as the forest and hair to be as unkempt. Raven black hair. She looked at the boy now, because that's what he was and she smiled as her finger went to his hair, gently twirling it between her long digits. "Why do you make me so happy Potter?" She asked the sleeping man quietly, hoping not to stir him from sleep all the same. He was laying on his stomach, naked as the day he was born ,lightly snoring, his glasses own her end table.
She gently traced the scars on his back, reminiscing sadly on how he got each and every one of them. They were either from the Dursleys or Voldemort, there was no one else so bent on hurting this boy. The thought depressed and infuriated her. The thought that he never had had a real life. Had never known love. Perhaps that's why she loved him. Kindred spirits.
She smiles gently as she places her arms over his back and lays her head on his shoulder, kissing the skin lightly. She wanted her lover awake but didn't want to wake him rudely. She remembered how Lily had always had an attitude when she was awaken and had learned early on that Harry shared that character trait with his mother.
"Potter," she whispered, gently shaking him. "Potter wake up" she cooed as the wind blew right outside the tent, an article storm brewing despite their magically provided warmth. "Potter, I'm bored and you know I don't like to be bored" the woman says with a smile before it turns to a frown at the non response of her lover who continues to snore. Her frown quickly turns to a smile again as she reaches below him, grasping his limp manhood and gently caressing it. "Ohh Harry" she coos in his ear, gently blowing onto his skin.
As she increases her pace the boy gently begins to moan, his eyes opening wearily as he detects a certain….pleasurable feeling. "Uggh...Sev….Severina?" He asks curiously as he turns and sits up, taking in the naked woman in the bed. He long raven locks cascade down her back and shoulders while her large and well rounded breasts jut out proudly, her belly covered by the blanket.
She simply smiles and continues to stroke his now completely erect member under the blanket. "Good morning Potter. About time you showed up to my class" she teases, gently nipping his lips with hers as she straddles herself onto his lap, and presses her breasts into his face, her arms going around his shoulders. Harry smiles between the two mounds of flesh and looks up at his professor and girlfriend. "Good morning professor Snape. Started without me did you?" He asks teasingly as he gives her bum a quick swat, eagerly moving himself into position to enter her folds.
"I couldn't wait for you forever Potter" she says wincing as she feels his girth begin to stretch her in glorious ways. Two years of almost constant love making and yet she hadn't quite gotten used to him. She doubted their lovemaking would ever get dull, at least as long as their roleplaying could last.
Within seconds he has her on her back, moaning and giving into every primal female impulse as she wraps her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders. "Ohh gods Harry yes, right there! Faster!" She almost screams, competing with the howling winds outside their magically charmed tent. "You're so tight Severina. So tight" he responds, continuing to thrust as he edges closer and closer to climax. Severina is already there, and cums almost violently as she arches her back and Harry hits just the right spot. He follows soon after, the squeezing of her muscles sending him over the edge as his seed shoots deep into her.
She gasps, pants, and squirms under him, pressing her forehead against his as she kissed him. "I love you Harry Potter. No matter what never forget that" she says as she gently removes him from her and smirks, leaving him on the bed gasping before moving over towards her potions table. "It was a good idea of Granger's to take this tent. It's very spacious and easily stored. You and Weasley would've been lost without her in my class Potter" she says as she mixes a small concoction together.
The scarred boy simply watches his older girlfriend from their bed, admiring her form and how she never seems to be uncomfortable in the nude. She really was gorgeous, especially for her age. Not that she didn't constantly take potions to help with it, but Harry never thought she needed it.
"Come on honey you know you don't need to put on appearances for me. You're ", he says with a devilish smirk. "I like older women". In response Severina simply throws her head over her shoulder and scowls. "Shush. This requires concentration someone with your limited comprehension skills could scarcely understand" .
He smiles,used to her biting sarcasm, and makes a zipping motion across his lips with his fingers. He knew never to fight her on issues involving potions. As a matter of fact he never bothered her when she was doing anything of importance. Maybe that's why their relationship worked. They gave each other space. He just laid back and looked at the ceiling, a constellation charm moving across as he crosses his arms behind his head.
Across the room Severina continued working on her potion, mixing it just right until a poof of green smoke wafted out of the cauldron she was using. She bit her lip and poured the contents into a small mug before gulping it down, hating how vile the everlasting youth potions tasted to her. But she hated how she looked without it. Regardless of how Harry felt about it, she needed it. She hated her age and wished she was twenty again so people wouldn't look at her and Harry as if they were a carnival attraction. Not that age meant much in the magical world, she still wanted to be attractive to her much younger boyfriend.
The potion was one of her own creation and owed much assistance to the dark tomes of Lord Voldemort. Luckily though, it didn't have much of a dark aspect to it. The potion worked miracles by removing the sagging from her skin, giving it back it's paleness but also it's softness. Her hair was renewed and as raven black as ever. It also worked well for her figure, in conjunction with diet and exercise, so much so that Minerva McGonagall once quipped that she looked like she was a eight year again.
She always felt a bit woozy after ingesting the potion however , and right now she needed to lay down. She giggled, the effects of the potion working like a strong drink, as she moved back to the bed, collapsing on top of Harry. He just smiled and grasped her by the waist. "I love it when you get like this you know? You're always so much fun".
She just continued to laugh before hiccuping. "You just….like getting lucky" she says slurring her speech a bit as she leaned her head onto Harry's chest. "So do I but still Potty" she said, using the nickname she always seemed to use when she was…..not of the right mind.
Harry gently rubs her back and kisses her forehead lovingly, gently pulling the blanket over the both of them. "You know", she says again drunkenly, only slightly lifting her head to look Harry in the eye. "You really screwed me good" she says before pecking him on the cheek. "Twenty points to Gryffindor" she cheers out blowing raspberries. Harry just laughs. "Sev, I'm not in school anymore and even if I was, I don't think they give out points for that" .
Severina pouted and shook her head no. "I'll become the headmistress and I'll give you all the points" she says before Harry just rolls his eyes and smiles. "I love you too Sev. Now go to sleep babe. We have a…...well we have some sort of day ahead of us" he says before cuddling her close. The woman yawns loudly before passing out right on Harry's chest, her snores echoing throughout the tent. Harry just continued to smile and rub the back of her head and stroke her hair.
He remembered so much about the woman in his arms. She was completely different than when he first met her. Then her mouth was stuck in a permanent frown. Her appearance was unkempt and greasy. She even seemed to hate the students, especially him with a passion. But for some reason, despite this, she was always there, following his adventures and making sure he was at least patched up correctly. Things began to change in third year when he found out about how the Marauders used to terrorize her, especially his mother Lily and how she had loved his father James, even been best friends at one point.
However, James and Lily married, leaving Severina alone. The night James told her about his engagement she raged and screamed at him, cursing his very name. The things she said to him were all meant to hurt and sting. He had seen this through the memories she shared and through Dumbledore's fountain. Her father had walked away from her and never spoken to her again. Having nobody left, she turned to her friend Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, who introduced her to the dark lord. Dreaming of wilding power and prestige,despite being a half blood, appealed to her and she did whatever was necessary for Voldemort.
That was…..until she learned of the prophecy. She knew the Potters and their newborn would be targeted and she begged for their lives. She even forgave Lily for all the wrong she did on the spot. She promised Lord Voldemort anything if he would spare them. Anything. However, Voldemort made only one promise. He would spare James. Seeing that this was the best she could get she agreed and thanked her dark lord.
She was holding James' body when they found her, sobbing loudly. She had not even checked on the baby yet as she had been overcome with guilt. She turned herself in immediately to Dumbledore and in vengeance on the Dark lord she could no longer reach gave him as much information as possible. In return she was not imprisoned and was even put to work as a potions master. Happiness eluded her however and hate resurfaced in her when the Potter boy first appeared back at the school.
He was the spitting image of his father. A fact that stabbed at her heart every time she saw him, but he had the eyes and brains of his mother. Over the years he survived everything Lord Voldemort threw at him, and she provided secretive help whenever she could. At first, she hated doing it, even at the behest of the old goat Dumbledore. But over time she developed an affection for the young boy and his misadventures.
On the day of the first challenge of the tri-wizard tournament, Severina slipped a note of good luck under the tent flap. To this day she couldn't tell you why she did it, but watching Harry on that broom, it reminded her of James. After that she covertly helped him at every turn. Slipping Diggory a clew to slip to him, Longbottom finding the book on Gillyweed. This was all secretly done of course. She maintained an aloof manner when it came to his interactions in class. "Potter you fool", was so common an exclamation in her class that everyone had gotten largely used to it.
Slowly, she even found herself rooting for him in quidditch, against her own house and her own godson. She watched him grow and she liked it, mostly because he followed James' maturation path as if he was James himself. Without thinking about it, Severina found herself looking after her own appearance. She was brushing her hair and conducting more physical exercise than she had before. She caught his attention and one night, while he was serving detention, she had the misfortune to walk right behind him, tripping on the outstretched leg of his chair.
She landed directly on top of him, sending both bodies toppling to the floor, the older woman on top of the young man. They looked into each other's eyes for only a moment before their lips locked in a fiery and passionate kiss. From then on out, they had a secret relationship, careful to hide all their activities from the outside world. Due to Harry's age, they both kept from consummating their love but instead would sneak solitary kisses in dark hallways, or cuddle in Severina's bed when Harry managed to use his cloak to sneak out. She quickly fell in love with the rapidly maturing boy and she took a more hands on role in training him. She was convinced that that training was what saved his life, and cost Cedric Diggory his, when the dark lord returned.
From then on out Severina had to play a game of spy versus spy, with her occupying both parts while also trying to keep her lover safe. On the night of his eighteenth birthday the Order of the Phoenix met and celebrated his birthday. She was there as well and in a rare public display of affection, she kissed his cheek as she handed him his present . The audience, mostly the Weasleys and Dumbledore, clapped while Sirius and Remus almost fumed. Harry just blushed.
But later when all else were asleep, and Harry finally moved to his room, he found one Severina Snape laying on his bed, more than a bow over her breasts. She blushed and smiled lightly, half expecting to be rebuffed. "Happy Birthday Potter", she cooed and Harry moved towards the bed, almost as if in a trance, and wound up making passionate love to the older woman. They kept the whole thing quite quiet. It was one thing to publicly soften towards Potter, but it was another entirely to admit to being in a romantic relationship with the boy for years. So she kept her mouth shut. But every night for the next two weeks, while Harry and the rest prepared for war, she would sneak into his room at night to get his mind off of everything else.
On the last night Severina held Harry's face and begged her to trust her on everything that would happen next. "Do you trust me Harry?" She only ever used his name when she was completely serious. As a response he smiled and nodded and just like that, with very little words between them, the foundation of the battle for Hogwarts was laid. A fake duel, and a quick act of heroism saved Snape's cover and then her life, allowing for Potter to defeat Lord Voldemort.
When Severina had thought him dead, Hagrid carrying her lovers body, she collapsed in tears, barely able to console herself. It was then that many put the pieces to the puzzle together. That led to a long embarrassment after the battle with everyone confronting the two. Ron, Hermione and the Weasleys felt hurt and betrayed, and seemed to have severed all contact or link to Harry, while the staff of Hogwarts castigated Severina for irresponsible behavior. To escape this, they apparated away. Far away. Siberia mostly, in search of the last death eater of any power, which is where they were now.
As Severina drifted off to sleep Harry chuckled to himself, astounded by the path he took to get here and just how amazing the woman in his arms was. He also hoped to get some mileage out of teasing her tomorrow over the things she said while temporarily drunk. But maybe he wouldn't. Then again, Snape baiting was one of his favorite hobbies after all.