Chapter Eleven

The Tower & a Quidditch Match

For two days they couldn't find the time and place to be alone. It had been almost a week since they had last gone to the Astronomy Tower. Now, 6 p.m., Florence was walking out of the shower stall. She put on a comfortable dress and went to the common room to meet her boyfriend. He was there already.

"Your look beautiful." Snape whispered over her lips, kissing her.

"It's all for you."

"I want to say that I'm sorry…" he began.

"You've been forgiven, Sev. This time." Florence interrupted. "Let's go."

They went for a walk by the lake. Touches and kisses were exchanged, neck, mouth, ear, collarbone, everywhere.

After having dinner in the Great Hall they went to the Astronomy Tower.

"Abaffiato." cast Snape as soon as they got to the Tower.

And within seconds he had Florence against the wall; he took her lips in a scorching kiss. His hands quickly found the soft skin of her breasts under her blouse. She hadn't put on a bra. How convenient. His touches were gentle at first, but then he caught her nipples between his fingers and pinched them. She moaned in his mouth. He looked at her, her head thrown back, eyes closed, her lips parted, gasping for hair. She was the image of desire, pleasure, and all things forbidden. And he needed her. He brought their bodies tightly together. She could feel his hard member through the material of their clothing. He started to rub himself between her legs. Florence nearly screamed, she was so turned on she felt like her body was burning underneath that dress.

"We'd better stop." she moaned.

"I don't want to stop..." he growled against her neck, biting and then licking after to soothe the pain.

"Neither do I... but we must." she whispered.

"You're right." his voice sounded rough. "I'm not made of stone… a few more touches and I won't be the master of my actions." and he took many steps backwards.

Florence shivered in pleasure at the images those words brought to her mind.

They fixed their clothes, hairs and once they were looking presentable again, they walked back to the common room.

November 1976

Today was the day of the first Quidditch match of the term.

The noise in the Great Hall was unbelievable. The students from the Gryffindor and Slytherin houses shouted at each other. Even the newest weirdest group of friends were insulting one another today.

"Ready to lose, Potter?" asked Regulus Black, Slytherin's Seeker.

"Have you already forgotten what happened to you last year, Black?" asked James.

"I think you're the one forgetting something here, James." said Florence.

"Yeah, and what is it?" James asked.

"This year I am here. And you can be certain that I know exactly who my Bludger will be aiming to."

"You don't stand a chance, Potter." laughed Regulus.

"We'll see." growled Sirius.

"Do you want to bet?" asked Snape.

"What? You're talking about Quidditch now?" asked James, surprised.

"All because I know my girlfriend will open up your head with a Bludger, Potter." Snape sneered. "When we win The Quidditch Cup, you and Black will have to put on the Slytherin uniform and deliver the Cup to us."

"This is ridiculous." said Lily.

"If, by chance, you win." continued Snape. "I'll deliver you the Cup myself."

"With the Gryffindor uniform on." added Sirius.

"Deal." said Snape.

Quidditch pitch

The Ravenclaw student Ian York was doing the commentary for the match, closely watched by Prof. McGonagall.

"GOOD MORNING Y'ALL! HERE'S IAN YORK! GET READY 'CAUSE TODAY'S GAME IS GOING TO SET THIS FIELD ON FIRE! AND ACCORDING TO WHAT I'VE HEARD EARLIER AT BREAKFAST, NOT EVEN THE WEIRD NEW FRIENDSHIP BETWEEN DELACOUR, SNAPE, POTTER AND THE TWO BLACKS WILL BE ENOUGH TO AVOID A BLOODBATH!"

"York!" screamed McGonagall. "Stop inciting violence!"

"OKAAY! A CLEAN GAME IS ALL THE MATTERS. SO ARE YOU READY?!" the students at the stands went crazy! Screaming and shouting. "OK. SO LET'S WELCOME TO THE FIELD THE GRYFFINDOR TEAM! THE NEW CAPTAIN AND SEEKER JAMES POTTER! THE BEATERS, SIRIUS BLACK AND CARTER BONES. THE TRIPLE T CHASERS DAVE THURMAN, MAX TRENTINI AND ASHLEE THOMPSON! AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST THE KEEPER FRANK LONGBOTTOM!"

The Gryffindor stands cheered and screamed.

"THE GRYFFINDOR TEAM REMAINS THE SAME FROM LAST YEAR. DISCREDITING THOSE RUMORS THAT SAID POTTER WOULD PUT EVANS ON THE TEAM EVEN THOUGH SHE CAN'T DISTIGUISH THE QUAFFLE FROM THE BLUDGER." McGonagall tried to take the microphone from York who avoided it. "AND NOW LET'S WELCOME THOSE NOT KNOWN FOR THEIR FAIR GAME…"

"York, stop insulting the players!" shouted McGonagall.

"OK, OK. MAY THE SLYTHERINS GET INTO THE FIELD. THEIR CAPTAIN REMAINS THE SAME, THE KEEPER, JAY CARTER! THE BEATERS, TAYLOR TRAVERS AND, FROM DURMSTRANG, GOURGEOUS AND WITH QUESTIONABLE TASTE IN MEN, FLORENCE DELACOUR! THE CHASERS JOHN SIAN, ANNE BARTON AND WILLIAM CROW! AND THEIR SEEKER, THE SHORT AND DANGEROUS, REGULUS BLACK!"

Madam Hooch was refereeing. She called both captains to greet each other.

"I expect a clean and fair game here today, boys and girls."

Carter and James shook hands. Hooch threw the Quaffle up in the air and the game began.

"SLYTHERIN IN POSSESSION – SIAN WITH THE QUAFFLE, FLYING LIKE A HIPOGRIFF – PASSES TRENTINI, DODGES A BLUDGER AND… SLYTHERIN SCORE! 10 TO ZERO! AND POTTER DODGES A DANGEROUS BLUDGER SENT BY DELACOUR STRAIGHT INTO HIM. AND SIRIUS BLACK TRIES TO HIT HIS BROTHER IN RETALIATION. BUT MISSED. AND DELACOUR GOES FOR POTTER'S HEAD AGAIN. SHE'S AWESOME. NEVER TOUGHT I'D ENVY SNAPE."

"York!"

"OK. BACK TO THE GAME. GRYFFINDOR HAVE TAKEN THE QUAFFLE AND THURMAN'S SPEEDING OFF TOWARDS THE GOALPOSTS… BUT HE'S BLOCKED BY TRAVERS' BLUDGER. AND SLYTHERIN HAVE TAKEN THE QUAFFLE. AGAIN. ANYONE'S SEEN THE SNITCH? BLUDGERS ARE FLYING LIKE CRAZY TODAY IN POTTER'S DIRECTION. THOMPSON TRIES TO SCORE BUT CARTER CATCHES IT! AND THE SNITCH? EACH SEEKER IS ON A DIFFERENT SIDE OF THE FIELD. BUT… WAIT! THERE GOES POTTER! AND BLACK! BOTH SEEKERS SAW THE SNITCH! IT'S IN THE MIDDLE OF THE PITCH! WHAT?! NOOO! POTTER IS FALLING! DELACOUR'S BLUDGER HIT HIM! OH, NO! REGULUS BLACK'S GOT THE SNITCH. SLYTHERIN WINS THE FIRST MATCH OF THE SEASON." York ended the comment in a fake cheerful voice.

Florence ran towards the stands, hugging and kissing her boyfriend. Many 'ews' could be heard but they didn't mind. After the kiss, she went back to the field to see how James was. After all, he was her friend.

"How're you feeling, James?" she asked kneeling down beside him.

"You're persistent…" James chuckled, one hand on the side of his head. "And strong, damn, that hurt… and Lily?" he asked in a hopeful voice.

"Oh, she's crying her eyes out with worry." said Florence, smiling.

The party in the Slytherin common room was unbelievable. Not only they'd beaten the Gryffindors, but the annoying James Potter was in the Hospital Wing with his head bleeding.

James stayed 4 days in the Hospital Wing. A potion helped his bones to mend and another one to lessen his pain. A certain red-haired girl never left his bedside. Not even for a moment.