Chapter Seven

The Ball

It was the night of the Ball.

Snape watched Florence walk out of the girls' dormitory. She was gorgeous. She walked towards him with a soft smile on her pink painted lips. She stopped in front of him and waited for him to say something.

He just looked at her face, noticing the deep green of her eyes, her lips... she is so close to me. - that's all he could think of. She was gorgeous and too close. His eyes traveled again and again from her beautiful eyes to her rosy lips. So close.

Florence read his thoughts and tipped her head up. Their lips were now a hair's breadth apart. And then he closed the distance, kissing her, softly caressing her lips with his own. He held her bottom lip between his, suckling on it, tasting her cinnamon lipstick. Her right hand went to his neck, her fingertips on his hair.

But the sound of the common room door opening broke their moment.

"We'd better go." she breathed.

He just nodded in agreement.


In the beautifully decorated Great Hall...

They sat with Lily and Remus.

James Potter sat at another table, stealing glances at Lily every few minutes.

Snape and Florence were alone right now; their friends dancing on the dance floor.

"Where were you yesterday morning?" Snape asked.

"At my house in Hogsmeade."

"You have a house in Hogsmeade but were studying in Durmstrang?"

"Yes… I went home to get my things for the Ball." she told him the half-truth. "And also get some things ready with Tiffany. We're going to travel this summer."

"Tiffany?" he asked.

"My house elf."

"Where are you going to?"

"My godmother's house." she said smiling.

He looked at her for a moment, a lopsided smile forming on his face.

"You'll spend summer at my house?" he asked her, his heart jumping in excitement.

"Yes! Last night your mom sent me a letter asking me to join you for the summer. I accepted, of course."

He just stared at her. His eyes showing how happy he was with the news.

"I'll go get us something to drink." he said before kissing her lips and getting up.


Less than a minute after Snape had left their table, James Potter, visibly drunk, sat beside Florence.

"What do you see in him?" he asked.

"If you came here to annoy me, Potter, you'd better go back to your table."

"No. I mean it." James said gravely. "I don't understand what you see in him." he paused and checked if Lily was still dancing with Remus, she was, then he resumed talking: "What did you do to make him fall in love with you so fast?"

Florence just stared at James, thinking about his words. Could Severus really be already in love with me? She knew she was in love with him. It would be amazing if he loved her back.

"So?" Potter asked, breaking her thoughts.

"I don't know what to say to you, Potter. When I first saw him I knew right then that he would be important to me."

"I know how that is…" he murmured, letting his head fall on the table with a loud 'THUD'.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked getting worried about him.

"I'm in love with Lily since the first time I saw her. But she hates me." James murmured without raising his head.

"Lily Evans? Wow, you're doomed. It looks like she really hates you."

"That's why I wanted to know how did you do it. How did you make Snape open up to you? He was always so unreachable; no one was ever able to make him laugh or talk for a long time. But you… near you he changes, he looks nicer."

"I didn't do anything." Florence said, noticing the enchanted firewhisky bottle James had in his hand. "How much have you drunk already, Potter?"

"A bit." he answered, propping his chin on the table, looking at Florence.

"Why didn't you invite Lily to come to the Ball with you?"

"I did, but she said no. So I asked Remus to invite her so I knew no one else would." answered James almost crying now. He looked over her shoulder and saw Snape. "Well, your boyfriend is coming I'd better leave." and he got up, almost falling, but somehow managing to reach his previous table. And he sat there, alone.

"What did he want?" Snape asked as he sat down.

"He asked me what I have done to make you fall in love with me so fast." she said, staring at the glass he had given her.

"Why would he want to know that?"

Florence suddenly looked at him.

"So he's right, you're in love with me?" she asked, smiling.

Snape got even closer to her, his nose touching hers. He looked into her eyes, answering:

"Obviously."

He captured her bottom lip and nipped at it, softly. She sighed. His mouth teased her jaw, leaving a trail of sweet kisses from her lips to her ear. He bit her neck lightly and whispered in her ear:

"Let's go somewhere else?"

All she could do was nod in agreement. She needed more of his touches and kisses.

They got up and walked out of the Great Hall.


Snape took Florence to the Astronomy Tower.

"It's beautiful here." she said, walking around the Tower and looking at everything. "I haven't had Astronomy lessons, it's not something that interests me. Do they have classes here during the night?"

"Yes." he walked close to her and embraced her from behind. His hands on her waist, going up to her stomach, stopping just beneath her breasts. Her soft curvaceous body against his. Florence shivered in his arms.

"Flor…" he whispered softly. "That's how I'm calling you. You call me Sev, I'll call you Flor."

She turned around to face him, smiling.

"I like it." she murmured against his lips.

"You're so beautiful." he said, before pulling her closer and kissing her. "And you're mine."

"Who said that I'm yours?" she jokingly whispered after the kiss.

"Do you accept to be mine?" he asked. "My girlfriend."

"Yes." she answered closing her eyes and trying to stop the tears of joy from rolling down her face.

Snape pushed her against the wall, trapping her body with his. His lips on hers, his hands all over her body. He touched her lips with his tongue and she opened up her mouth, welcoming him in.

His touched burned her skin, she felt her heart beating madly, her body responding to his touches eagerly, wanting more and more. She couldn't resist him. The chilly wind blowing through the Tower wasn't enough to cool down her skin.

That was when she felt; her magic calling to his, their energies mingling together.

Snape felt it two and took a step back.

"What was that?" he asked, panting.

Florence looked at him, gasping for air.

"The Enchantment…" she whispered, touching his face. "My mother, she believed that our magic is able to identify other people's magic. As if our inner magic dictated who we are to be friends with or… even lovers. She wanted it to happen to me, she said that it was a blessing to find someone whose magic called yours. She had that with my father, she was his Enchanted, his soul mate. She knew when he was hurt or happy or when he was near home. They had a mental link too. At least they had it for a while before he… let himself be corrupted by dark magic."

"Why are you telling me all this? Do you think we…?" he sounded confused by her words,

"Yes. Didn't you feel it? And now, look…" she put her hand on his chest, over his heart, and there it was. "Your heart is beating in the same rhythm as mine."

"So that could explain why we've been inseparable since we met." he whispered. "Although I disliked you at first." he smiled, pulling their bodies tightly together once more. "And that means that you, gorgeous, clever, amazing girl is indeed all mine." he looked at her and gave her a lopsided smile again.

She shivered.

"You look so sexy with that smile on your lips." she whispered.

And he kissed her, possessively.

"You feel so hot like this, in my arms. I can't control myself." he whispered, pulling her closer.

"That's the Veela part of my blood. It affects you more probably because of the Enchantment." she closed her eyes, his hands were touching her all over, going under her dress, caressing her thighs while his lips and tongue teased the skin of her jaw and neck, making her moan. "You can do whatever you wish to do with me, Mr. Snape. I'm all yours." she breathed.

He growled and pushed her fiercely against the wall again, driving his body against hers; his mouth capturing hers in a possessive kiss. Florence's hands fought against his shirt buttons, his tie was already lying on the floor. His hands kept on exploring her body, going under her dress, making her arch her back, gasping. He nipped at her neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses from her jaw to her breasts.

"Sev, we'd better stop." she panted.

"I agree." he reluctantly agreed. "The scent of your skin is driving me crazy." he said as he smelled her neck.

"I know... now that our magics have recognize each other, they'll make everything and anything to ensure that we stay together." Florence explained. "Our bodies" she touched his chest. "will change too; they'll smell and taste in a way that pleases the other."

He took two steps back, his dark eyes heavy with desire.

"We should go now." he said hoarsely.


When they got to the Slytherin common room, many couples could be seen there, all over the couches, near the fireplace, in the corners.

Snape found a spot in the wall that was not being used and pushed Florence against the wall once again. He kissed her lips, their tongues dancing together almost aggressively. Her hands on his chest, neck, pulling his hair. Her gasped moans turning the pressure inside his pants almost too painful.

"Sev, please, stop." she pleaded.

"It seems harder to let you go now than it was before." he panted.

"It's how I've said before…the Enchantment will make us wish to never be apart." Florence whispered, touching their lips softly with each word she spoke. "It'll get worse and worse, until we… give in and then this... fire... will calm down but won't ever cease."

He took a deep breath and took some steps back.

"Tomorrow, after breakfast, we're going to my house, right?" he asked.

"Yes. My things are packed and Tiffany is already at your house helping your mom." she looked at him. "Good night, Sev."

"Good night, Flor."

And they both went to their respective dormitories.


Author's note: it's getting hot in here, don't you agree?