Antlia woke up to a pounding head. I really should have drank at least some water. She thought to herself as she slowly sat up in bed. It was moments like these that she was glad the Slytherin dorms were underground and backed up to the lake. It meant no windows and therefore no morning light seeping into her room when she was hungover. She blinked groggily and glanced around the room before her eyes fell on the arm chair. That's weird. She thought before rubbing her eyes. Did I decide to rearrange my room last night? This whole place is off. She sighed to herself at her lack of memories. Dear Merlin, why is my bed so warm? Did I cuddle up with all my pillows as well? Annoyed, she shifted herself on the mattress to push out the extra pieces but went rigid when she realized that they weren't pillows but a person. A dark haired Slytherin boy to be more precise.
"What the hell, Severus?!" She shouted, roughly shoving him out of the bed.
He groaned as he hit the ground with a loud thud. "Well, good morning to you too," he mumbled after he had regained his composure.
She glared down at him, holding the comforter bundled up close to her. It really wasn't necessary, seeing as how she was still dressed in her outfit that she wore to the party, but still, she felt uncomfortable waking up to Severus in bed with her. Antlia desperately wracked her brain as he stood up, trying to remember inviting Severus back to her dorm and if she had done or said anything regrettable. She had been in a bit of a sensitive state, even though she had begun to feel at least a little more at peace with things. The last thing she could remember though was snogging Yaxley in the hallway and someone holding her hair back as she threw up into an empty cauldron. Everything in between and after seemed to allude her.
"Why are you in my room?" She finally asked, staying stiffly in place.
His eyes narrowed for a moment before he realized she really didn't seem to know or remember. "Antlia, this is my room."
The blonde's eyes widened in shock as it sank in. "Your room? Why am I in your dorm?"
Severus sighed and rubbed his shoulder he had landed on. "You really don't remember, do you?
"What don't I remember?"
He looked up, meeting her worried, emerald gaze. "Nothing happened, Antlia. I just promised Regulus I would look after you."
"Oh," she said quietly, dropping her gaze and her hands back to her lap, blanket still in tow. "Sorry to be a bother then."
He leaned closer, placing his own hands in the edge of the bed. "Antlia Dubios. You are never a bother. I've just been," he broke off, hesitating. "an ass. " Another pause. "I'm sorry."
The teen took a moment, staring quietly at her hands. In all honestly, she wasn't sure how she felt. One one hand, the boy in front of her had been her best friend, rivaled only by Narcissa. He had been the first to be genuine with her, completely honest about what was going on behind the scenes at Hogwarts. He always seemed to always have advice to give her and never hesitated to tell her the truth. He had even helped her with the task Tom had given her and provided her with an alibi. He risked his own skin just to protect her. She had trusted him and cared about him enough to tell, even show him what she was. Antlia could count on one hand the number of people she had chosen to share that secret with. On the other hand though, he was right. The word ass couldn't really begin to describe the level of jerk he had been to her. Sure, it was fine that he had turned her down. It wasn't pleasant, but she had been able to mostly move past it. What really hurt was the fact that he had all together abandoned her in every sense of the word. That had taken much more time to grapple with and even then she hadn't come to terms with it completely. She didn't want to lose her best friend. So why did the previous night have him willing to speak with her once more?
"That really hurt, Severus," Antlia finally whispered, fidgeting with the comforter.
A pained expression quickly passed across his features, seeming to have long forgotten his own pain. "I know. After what I did, I just didn't know how to face you. It's not an excuse, but there was nothing I could say, nothing I could do-"
"You could have done anything, Severus! Said anything to me." She lifted her gaze, her pleading eyes meeting his once more. "I would have gladly taken award conversations or uncomfortable silence. What I couldn't bear was my best friend refusing to acknowledge my existence."
Her words very clearly struck a cord with him. Carefully, he reached his hand out to her, encasing one of her fumbling hands. "I know. I'm sorry. I know how much I hurt you and I don't expect forgiveness. I'm just sorry. Fending off Yaxley was the absolute least I can do to try and show you that."
Antlia's face turned bright red. "How bad was it?"
"I just caught you kissing him in the hall. You asked me not to leave you so I brought you back here since my room was closer. I would have slept on the chair, I swear, but you kept throwing up and wouldn't let go of me."
Her ears quickly warmed to match her face. "I guess I just didn't want to lose you again."
Severus gently brushed back a few loose strands of her hair stuck to her face before he placed a gentle kiss on her temple. "I'll tell you the same thing I told you last night; I'm not going anywhere again."
Antlia sharply pulled away from him. "Severus, you don't have to pity me. I'm still your friend even if you don't like me. It's-" She broke off to his lips crashing into hers. This time, his kiss was hungry, holding nothing back. It seemed driven, like he desperately wanted her to understand his thoughts and feelings. It was nothing like the first kiss they had shared. Back then, she was convinced that he had only acted in such a way because of her true form. Now, however, it felt like something entirely new. He wanted to kiss her, completely of his own accord. She didn't doubt that for a second; it wasn't like she was radiating beauty after a night full of throwing up. Even Lily didn't seem to be a problem anymore. Why would he be kissing her if he had the other girl? Severus definitely didn't seem the type to share his affections so freely. Either way, she wasn't about to bring up the mudblood again. She was so close to having him return to him, she'd do anything to insure he stayed.
"Antlia," he breathed, slowly pulling back. "I don't pity you. I took care of you because I wanted to. Being away from you proved to me just how I feel about you, and it sure as hell isn't any form of pity."
There it was, his unbridled honestly that made her always believe his every word. She knew he wasn't going to lie to her, it simply wasn't his character. Suddenly, she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his chest as she pulled him closer. "Severus, I've missed you so much," she whispered, holding him tightly.
He carefully crawled onto the bed, snaking an arm around her waist. He needed her as close to him as possible. He had been given a second chance and he wasn't going to let it slip through his fingers. He wanted Antlia, his best friend back. No, he needed her just as much as she seemed to need him. "I've miss you too, Antlia. I was a fool. I should have-"
"Shh," she whispered, her arms moving to his neck, pulling his face in towards her's. "I forgive you. You're here now, that's what matters, so learn to forgive yourself."
He kissed her passionately, closing the gap between them as his own eyes shut. It felt so pleasant to have him in her arms, she was struggling to keep her thoughts rational. All she knew was that she wanted him. She desperately need to feel his skin against hers, and more than that, she craved him.
Spending so much time away from him proved to her just how much she adored him. When she would catch a glimpse of him in the halls before he quickly disappeared, her body and heart ached at the thought of him. She couldn't really help it when she'd lay down in her bed wide awake, and try to imagine all the ways she could capture his attention and feel his dark-eyed gaze rest on her once more She had played each scenario out a million times till exhaustion finally took hold of her, but the end result was always the same-her lying naked in his arms, love and sex filling the air.
"I need you," his voice came low and gravelly against her lips, sending shivers down her spine.
Antlia lifted her hand to his head, grabbing a gentle fist full of his long, dark hair. "I'm here, aren't I?" She returned playfully, pulling back so she could look up into his eyes. "Don't leave me again and I'll say that I'm yours."
A lustful gaze swept across his features. The next thing Antlia knew, he had pressed her down into the mattress, his legs straddling her own. "How many times must I tell you witch? I'm not going anywhere."
Antlia could feel him grinning against her lips as she brought him in for another kiss. This time, she was the passionate one. She kissed him feverishly, her tongue vying for dominance behind his lips. She could feel her own desire growing as her headache she had once had was long forgotten from his touch. She kept her right hand tangled up in the roots of his hair, but her left started sinking lower and lower ever so steadily. She felt the bare skin of his neck as her hand moved and then she found the fabric of his shirt.
It was firmly pressed, showing no wrinkles even after the night in bed. It was just a simple white button up, but it was just like him, simple in the best of ways. She couldn't help but to smile in the middle of their kiss as her hand continued to sink, finally finding his lower half. He didn't have much of an ass but exploring it delighted her beyond measure. It was firm, ever so slightly round, feeling perfect beneath his slacks. His features excited her because they were his. Never before had she gotten the opportunity to explore him like her mind had often imagined, and oh how reality was so much sweeter than fiction.
Antlia gasped with delight as she felt pressure on one of her breast, absolutely revealing in his touch. She broke their kiss for a moment to watch the boy on top of her. He had his eyes locked on her as his fingers rubbed against the bump in her shirt where her nipple had already hardened. each time she arched ever so slightly at his touch, a shimmer of satisfaction would cross his face before a look of concentration took him once more. He seemed to be focusing on her like one of his potion books.
She squeezed his ass quickly and watched-felt-as he jumped in surprise. The concentrating look on his face melted away, only to be replaced by a devilish grin.
"You're playing a dangerous game, miss," he breathed, suddenly giving her chest a light squeeze.
"Oh?" she replied with her own sly smile after letting out a small gasp. "Show me then."
Antlia felt herself momentarily lift off the bed as her sequined shirt came off, revealing a plain black bra. She watched in pure bliss as his eyes roamed her porcelain body. Ever so carefully, he unfastened the clasp and began kissing her again, his hand massaging her breast after the bra was tossed carelessly to the side.
She lifted up one of her legs, reaching where her hands couldn't quite comfortably get to, and quickly found his member. She brushed against it ever so slightly, feeling it already hard and at attention. His grip on her suddenly tightened, sending a ripe of pleasure through her body.
"Antlia," he moaned into her skin. "It's really not polite to tease."
"Well if you'd take off these trousers, I wouldn't have to tease, would I?"
Instantly, he pulled back and slipped out of his pants and underwear, but he was back on top of her before she was able to catch a glimpse of what lay ahead of her. He smirked down at her, sinking lower once more. "Well now it's simply not fair."
"I guess you'll just have to remedy that, won't you?" She whispered, trying as hard as she could to keep her own voice low and suggestive. It wasn't her strong suit, but her words were still dripping with desire and that's all it took.
He stopped his head, placing gentle kisses on her collarbone and made his way down, kissing every inch of her skint hat he could touch. As he reached her breast, he took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking lightly and listening to her delighted whimpers. With his hands, he trailed down to her waist, quickly hooking his fingers into the top of her skirt and underwear, slipping them both off in one fluid motion. Antlia couldn't help but to giggle softly as he continued his line of kisses down her body.
"Merlin, Antlia," he breathed over her hips. "You're perfect. Absolutely stunning."
She felt her blush spread from her head down to her toes from his compliment. She had always gotten compliments, like most BellaSeras before her. They were often compared to enchantresses after all. But to receive a compliment while laying nearly completely naked under the boy who held all of her affections, that was an entirely different experience. It wasn't her first intimate moment, but her first time being with someone who talked with her throughout it. Words hadn't been necessary when a bond was shared like the one she had shared with her first partner. Words were nice though, she had to admit.
"You alright?" Severus asked softly.
She hadn't noticed at first that he had paused and was staring down at her, seemingly concerned. She realized she had gotten distracted by her thoughts. Sheepishly, she smiled up at him. "Just peachy."
He ever so slightly rolled his eyes but she caught sight of the smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Just stop me if you change your mind. Stop me at any point, Antlia."
She smiled thankfully up at him knowing she was perfectly safe in his arms. "Well, it's not polite to tease, is it?" She whispered cheekily, throwing his words back at him.
Severus' smile quickly turned to a smirk before he crawled forward, carefully positioning himself at her entrance. He glanced to her face one last time for approval before he let himself slip into her.
Antlia immediately arched her back, absolutely melting at the feeling of him moving inside of her. As his thrusts slowly began to pick up speed and move deeper within her, she found herself moaning along with Severus. "Oh fuck, Antlia! He cried the moment she forced herself to clench around him.
"If you keep going like this, I'm afraid I won't last long," she cried breathily, sounding almost strained every time he seemed to hit a sweet spot.
"Good," he began just as shakily as beads of sweat began to form on his pale skin. "Let's cum together then."
She let her head tilt back and eyes close as his hand latched back onto her breast. He continued his rhythmic trusting steadily as he squeezed her tit, clearly enjoying the moment as much as she was. It only took a few more moments together for her to feel her walls contracting around him quickly over and over again as her tensions all started to ebb away. Almost simultaneously, she heard Severus groan loudly before he released himself within her, feeling her very core.
For a moment, they both stood still, both absolutely breathless form climaxing together. With a small, relieved sigh, he carefully slipped out of her and rolled over, wrapping her in his arms possessively. "You're amazing, you know that, Dubios?"
She smiled softly at him, looking deep into his eyes before planting a gentle kiss on his crooked nose. "Thank you, Snape."