With the events that happened the day before Severus couldn't wrap his head around it. To say he slept on it would have been a lie. He stayed up the whole night making the hand cream for Juliet in the potions lab. Being an apprentice meant he had access to places and things other students did not. At least down there in the labs.

He was angrily grinding ingredients into a paste, chopping things roughly and stirring with force. The day's events kept replaying in his mind about Remus wanting his girlfriend. He couldn't believe she accepted his gift. Then the jerk invited her to Hogsmeade, and that's when he lost his temper. Would she have said yes? The thought of her possibly saying yes wasn't the cause if his state of mind.

It was how he had treated her. He'd seen that look she had on his mother's face for years. It wasn't hate; it was sadness that she upset him. He wasn't upset with her; he was upset with the situation. That was a lie; he was upset with her until she proved her virginity.

He was an ass. Plain and simple. He jumped to all the worst conclusions about her, and she still loved him. He was no better than his father! After all the hurt he's seen his father cause his mother, he had stooped as low as the man he swore he'd never become. He had to make it up to her, no matter the cost.

It was part of the reason he was in the potions lab at 2 in the morning making the best damn pain relief cream in the world. Most of his time was actually spent researching a new cream especially catered for her. It would have all the soothing properties with none of the numbing or tingling. For its scent, he used things that reminded him of her. Vanilla bean for her sweetness, rainwater for the cozy days they spent watching it and just a hint of new parchment for their times in the library. He couldn't stop the Slytherin in him for adding a bit of his own soap that he made for himself to it as well. Making sure that she smelled a bit like him too.

When he finished making the paste turned cream, he found the nicest jar he could in the potion's lab instead of the cheap plastic one Remus gave her. He called it 'Carpe Diem' or "Seize the Day," it was a play on words since its purpose was to soothe the aches and release tension. He took in a deep breath of it before tightening the lid on the jar; it really did smell like her. He was proud of the fact that he had succeeded in creating the cream for her as well as essentially recreating her scent by memory. He made a jar for himself as well, what he'd do with it was his own business.

After he conjured a Slytherin green ribbon and a little black box, he packed the present and sat on a stool staring at it. It wasn't enough. After everything, he'd put her through with his sharp tongue and brute actions he knew she deserved better. He had told her father that she made him want to be a better person and it wasn't a lie. He wanted to give her the world, but he couldn't afford it. The least he could do now was spoil her with what he was able to. So instead of cleaning up the lab, he got to work on making her other things.

She had proven to him that another boy wasn't going to steal her, but he would be damned if it was himself that pushed her away. All he ever wanted was to be lost in her, not be lost without her. The Carpe Diem cream was a start for her aching hands but what of a lotion? Shampoo and conditioner for her hair? A new perfume? Soaps for her to bath in? For a bubble bath? He wasn't getting any sleep tonight, but he didn't mind one bit. When he told her that he would provide her with all she ever needed he had to back it up.

She found him outside of her common room the next morning, looking tired but fresh for the new day. He had a Quidditch match against Gryffindor that afternoon and decided to skip out on breakfast in the Great Hall to be with her before the game. He was holding something behind his back with one hand and a flower in the one she could see. The green dahlia-like the one he gave her over the summer. He tilted his head and gave her lopsided smile in greeting.

She rushed up to him and accepted the flower before kissing him. She always had to stand on the very tips of her toes and reach as high as she could to kiss him when he was standing. He would wait until she was at the extent of her reach before he finally bent down to kiss her.

'It's not fair. I swear you get taller every time I see you!' she smiled brightly at him.

"I have a gift for you." He said softly and kissed her again.

Her eyes lit up. "Really?" she mouthed and bounced on the balls of her feet trying to peek behind him.

He hummed in agreement and tucked her bangs behind her ear. "Yes, but to get it you have to come with me to the fourth floor." She smiled and nodded immediately and grabbed his free hand to hurry him along.

When they got to the tapestry of the muggle version of a mermaid holding a pitcher of water he stopped her. "Age of Aquarius." He rolled his eyes at the password, but the way was opened for them.

He pushed her forward to step in and followed closely behind her. That morning he threatened the password out of a Hufflepuff Prefect to get access to the Prefect bathroom on this side of the castle. This was one of the smaller ones that's why it was less popular. Instead of the pool style layout, it was more of a hot tub. The taps were still plenty in number, and there weren't any creepy stain glass creatures judging you. It was built into the floor, and you have to step down to get into it.

"Wow." He heard her whisper as she looked around.

"I thought you would like a private spa day." He was standing behind her, bent down and speaking into her ear. He brought the gift basket he ended up making for her and brought it around to her front, circling her with his arms.

'You got this for me?' she signed before taking the basket and picking up one of the jars.

"I made them for you. You said your hands were hurting… I made cream specifically for you." He said softly in her ear.

"Soaps and lotions too!" she whispered with excitement.

"Mmm Hmm…." He wrapped his arms around her from behind and buried his nose in her hair. "Some shampoo and conditioner, bubble bath and perfume… everything you need."

She put the basket on the bench next to them and twisted in his arms to kiss him. "Thank you."

"I need to apologize for yesterday. I shouldn't have accused you like that or yelled at you." He rested his forehead against hers and spoke softly.

"You don't have to-"

"Yes, I do. My biggest fear is someone stealing you away from me. After everything I fought through to finally have you for myself I was foolish in thinking that you would want someone else. Shh… let me finish." He put his thumb to her lips and caressed the bottom one. "It took a long time for me to realize that you chose me out of all the other arseholes. You've more than proven to me that you want me just as much as I want you. My fear isn't that someone will steal you away anymore… it's that I'll be the one to push you away. I need to be better- do better for you."

She watched him with concerned eyes that softened the more and more he spoke. She ran her fingertips across his cheeks, pushing his hair away from his face and behind his ears.

"I need to apologize for yesterday… when I lost my…" he paused to search for the words.

"Temper?" she suggested.

"Sanity. When I lost my sanity and now… I'm here to clean the mess I've made. I am sorry for taking my temper out on you and raising my voice. It wasn't right." He finished and waited for her to either accept his apology or tell him to fuck off.

"Oh, Demon…" was all that she said before tangling her fingers in his hair and kissing him deeply. "Now the spa day…" she smiled and started to untuck his shirt.

He smirked at her and lifted his arms for her to take his shirt off. "I knew you wouldn't be able to resist me."

He ran the hot water, put in the right amount of bubble bath and watched her undress before him. He'd seen her naked many times not but not all at once. It was either just her bottoms or just her top and watching her peel off her clothes slowly for him was so much more erotic. He stood before her just as bare with his erection pointed right at her. She bit her lip as she looked down at him, then took a step away and jumped into the tub before him, splashing some water out of the sides.

He followed her right in and dunked his head. When he came up and pushed his hair back, she was on him with her lips and hands. He was happy that she accepted his apology and even more thrilled that she liked the things he made her. The boost to his confidence was very much needed. He needed to know that she loved what he provided for her and she was doing just that.

She pushed him back until his legs hit the built-in seat of the tub. He sat down and put his arms up on its edges and let her take the lead. She straddled him, and he tilted his head back and moaned. This was the first time their bodies were pressed together with no clothing. His cock was pointed up and pressed between both of them, twitching madly for attention from her.

Her lips were all over his chest, and her hands were rubbing his shoulders. She grabbed the shampoo and started to lather it in his hair first, then the conditioner and soaps. 'It smells so good! Thank you, Demon. I love it.'

When it was his turn to wash and bathe her, she turned around and sat in his lap facing away from him. He spun her back around for the soap part; he would be damned if he wouldn't watch the bubbles on her chest as he scrubbed them. Thoroughly. He had to make sure they were clean. From germs.

After several minutes of him lathering her breasts and staring at them, she finally laughed and swatted his hands away. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him after whispering her love for him. He cupped her bottom and pulled her closer to him, wrapping her legs tighter around him. When she ground against him, he bit down on her neck firm yet didn't break the skin. As if warning her to stop before he snaps.

"Please…" she begged.

She knew exactly what she was doing to him, and he smirked at the fact. She wanted him as much as he wanted her but if he was going to ask for her hand, he needed to keep her intact. The sights and sounds of her begging for him was a major turn on for him.

"You know I won't do that until you are truly mine," he asked with a husky voice.

The water was the perfect temperature for them, the steam almost like smoke as it hovered over the water. The bubbles surrounding them and sticking to her skin, the scent of her in the soaps that he made.

She bit her lip and nodded sadly, pouting down at him from her spot in his lap. 'But I want you now.'

He reached his right hand down between them and spread her lips with his index and ring finger, using his middle to tease her. Her mouth opened, her breath hitched, and her eyes closed tight. "Don't you want to be mine?"

She hissed "Yesssss." Then dug her fingers into his shoulders.

"Then you will wait for me. Do you understand?" he loved the way she reacted to his voice, especially when he told her what to do. He knew she liked for him to take control and he loved doing it.

"Yes."

"Yes what?" he stopped to wait for her to answer.

"Yes, Demon." She whined and wiggled to keep touching her.

He slipped his fingers down a bit more and teased her opening. "Good girl." His middle finger curled in her as his thumb rubbed circles where it used to be.

She was winding up tighter and tighter, and he knew how easy it was to send her over the edge. His voice was always just the thing that she needed, and he was happy to oblige. "I will make you mine. You will carry my last name. Juliet Snape…. Then everyone will know who you belong to." He was growling as he kissed her chest, using his free hand to pinch her nipples.

She gripped the back of his neck with one hand and braced herself on his chest with the other. Bringing his mouth to hers and sucking on his tongue. He pulled back and let her bury her face in his neck. "Then I will take you. Bend you over the first surface I can find and have my way with you. Over and over again until you're crippled and broken. So that I can build you back up again… I will tear you apart."

She tensed up suddenly, her legs squeezing him tightly and his fingers getting clenched tightly as he moved them in and out quickly for her. "Severus…" his name whispered on her lips as she came. Her muscles finally released their tight hold on him, and she went limp in his arms.

"Good girl." He rumbled. He knew she liked it when he praised her, she needed to know when she did good and bad, and he was sure to let her know. He held her close with one arm and the other hand now petting her hair and rocking her back and forth.

"I love you, Severus." She sighed into his neck and started to place light kisses.

"I love you, Juliet."

She finally recovered somewhat from her orgasm and reached her hands between them and gripped him tightly. She pumped up and down slowly at first, and he leaned his head back against the edge of the tub, his hands cupping her breasts. After a few minutes of teasing him, he stood up and sat her in his spot. He stood tall in front of her, his cock bounced twice in front of her as it twitched for attention.

He looked down at her and smirked while tilting his head like he usually did when he wanted attention. She moved forward and gripped him again, using both hands to hold him yet were still too small to wrap entirely around him. She told him it was his length and girth that was too large and not her little hands. Another boost to his ego that he greatly needed.

He reached down and palmed her breasts, bringing them up and closed around his length. She moved her hands away from him and replaced his on her chest to tighten them around him. He moved his hips back and forth, pumping into them and letting the soapy water lubricate them.

"Like this?" She whispered up to him. Wanting to make sure he was pleased with her.

"Yes. Oh yes. Good girl." He moaned back to her. His hair was wet and stringy, hanging in a curtain around his face as he watched the tip of his cock poke in and out of the valley of her chest. Her big eyes and lips looking up at him causing him to moan and increase the speed of his thrusts.

"So good… I can't wait to make you mine. To feel your tight little quim rip apart when I have you." He shuddered at the thought and felt her hand cup his sack. "Oh fuck me." He tilted his head back and put his hands on the back of her head to keep himself grounded.

He didn't expect her to take that as an order to take him in her mouth each time his cock peeked up. When he pulled back to thrust again, she released him with a small 'pop,' and he grunted each time. "Good girl… deeper. As deep as you can go. Just like that." He pulled himself away from her breasts and went straight for her mouth, using his position above her for the right angle.

They had never done it before with him standing and her on her knees or sitting. He was usually laying down with her hovering above him. In this position, she could take him deeper than before and being mute with the underdeveloped larynx meant she had no gag reflex. He pushed deeper to test her limits, and she took even more of him, making his eyes roll to the back of his head, and his knees go weak.

His head shot up to look straight ahead when he felt the slightest change in the surrounding temperature. Someone had entered the bath with them but was silent about it to not be caught. He didn't stop thrusting in and out of her mouth though, if he were to get caught, he might as well get his load off. Go big or go home.

His eyes looked around the room and he saw it near the corner. The steam in the room hung around nearly still in the air. The slight outline of someone invisible could barely be seen unless they shifted their position. He could see the outline of a head and shoulders and knew it was most likely a Marauder trying to get back at him for yesterday.

Remus had the map and the invisibility cloak from James. He saw Severus and Juliet making their way to the Prefect bathroom and ran after them to try and speak to Juliet about the day before. Hoping to deliver the payback that he thought Severus deserved and ultimately win Juliet over. Given Severus' actions, she obviously liked the show of dominance, and brute force that he always resorted to and Remus thought that if he did the same, she would be impressed.

What Remus didn't expect was seeing the girl he liked naked in a tub with his worst enemy and taking his cock in her mouth. When he rounded the corner to the main part of the room he paused at sight of them. Completely taken off guard at the sight of her in such a position and Severus with a much larger erection than one would have thought.

Severus' wand was in his hands in an instant, flicking a few quick, wordless jinxes at Remus. One freezing him in the spot he stood, the other silencing him. Juliet's eyes were closed as she applied suction while moving her head to meet his thrusts. Severus put his wand back on the edge of the tub and smirked at the invisible frozen Remus. He knew his spells hit on their intended target because his outline glowed briefly as the spells landed. He put his finger to his lips gave him a wicked smile then took one step to the right, moving her to turn with him. Giving Remus a better view of Juliet deep throating his cock.

"Good girl…" Severus said loudly knowing that Remus could hear them. Severus gripped his cock and pulled out of her mouth, outlining her lips with his tip. Her mouth followed, trying to retake him. "So eager… tell me who's cock you want."

"Yours!" she whispered and reached for him again.

Remus couldn't do anything other than stand there with his fists clenched and his teeth grit. He was frozen still and couldn't even blink as he watched the girl of his dreams beg for another man.

"Just mine? Tell me who's cock you think about at night. Tell me who's cock you want buried deep inside you." He hissed and tilted his head back when she started to lick and suck on his sack.

"Just yours, Demon. Only yours. I want it, please let me have your cock." She begged him and lapped his sack with her tongue.

"Uh-uh… You know how to ask for it." He tapped her on the cheek with it, making a small slapping noise. He could hear Remus breathing harder through his nose. This was the best day ever. Usually, Severus would have flown off the handle at someone seeing Juliet in her state of undress but seeing her like this with SEVERUS? Oh, this was the greatest thing he'd ever done for revenge.

"Please let me have your cock, Sir." She whispered, and Remus heard her loud and clear. If he could just close his eyes, he could pretend it was him she was begging for, but he was being tortured with the sight of her begging for Severus.

He didn't intend to be so rough with her, but his male territorial ego was taking over now, and he shoved his cock into her mouth as deep as she could take him. She was able to adjust quickly and used her hands to pump what her mouth couldn't reach. His pace was hard and fast, the water splashing up around them as he got closer.

"I can't wait to make you mine. Pounding away into your tight little cunt and making you mine. You'd like that wouldn't you Angel? Oh yes... I'll rip you apart with my cock-"

"Huge cock." She pulled him out to correct him then quickly put him back just as fast.

He chuckled, his deep voice echoing off the walls as he threw his head back and laughed. "Yes, my huge cock deep in you. Then making you cum for me again and again until you forget who you are. Then I will remind you every time that you are mine."

She nodded and looked up with begging eyes, he felt his sack tighten and his control slipping. "Then I will fill you with my seed. Do you want that? For me to fill your tight little womb?" His own voice and words were making him lose control.

She moved one of her hands down to play with herself, she was already close to the edge with his words. "Please fill me up!"

His hand was gripped tightly around his cock as it throbbed in front of her face. "Head up-mouth open." He ordered right before he came with a loud grunt, almost like an animalistic roar.

The first shot of his seed landed right on her tongue, dripping out of her mouth and down her chin. The next two shots were on her chest, and the last one came with such force it hit her cheek. He was breathing hard, muscles tense and his hand still pumping out the last few drops of himself on her. He'd never done that before, and it wouldn't be the last time either.

The sight of her covered in him kept him hard and ready for more. He rubbed his tip along the mess he made and smeared it around. When he went to her chin with his tip and rubbed it around her face, and she sucked his tip again, making him shiver and moan. Her hands worked in the stickiness on her chest and rubbed it all over.

"Hmm.. good girl… but now you're dirty again." He teased.

She smiled back up and him and whispered. "You'll either have to clean me again or spank me for being bad." She was challenging him, and he was going to accept.

He growled and grabbed her by the neck, picking her up and making her stand with him, giving Remus a full view of her. He kissed her hard, enjoying the taste of himself on her tongue and lips. Then he spun her around to face Remus fully and bent her over the edge of the tub.

His hand came down on her ass with a loud smack. His hand was cupped, so it was more of the noise than force. She didn't flinch, wince or cry in pain. He was proud of her so he did it again but a bit harder. Soon her bottom was bright red with his handprints and she was panting for him.

He knelt down and buried his face in her cunt, lapping his tongue roughly at her and making her squirm and push back against him. She was breathing heavily and spreading her legs farther apart for him while arching her back. This gave Remus the full frontal view of her face in ecstasy, breasts bouncing around, covered in Severus' essence and begging for Severus' cock. He could feel his heartbreaking and his own cock betraying him at the sight and smell of her so close.

"Such a good Angel… but a dirty girl…" Severus growled in between licks. He went back and forth from thrusting his tongue into her to sucking on her clit as he kept spanking her randomly. He kissed the inside of her thigh, sucking on the skin and making his mark dark red and puffy.

"Please! Please!" she begged.

"Please what?" he chuckled, knowing full well what she wanted.

"Please take me now! I need you now!" she was weeping for him now.

He stood up suddenly and rubbed his cock on her red cheeks, thinking long and hard about taking her now. What better way to rid each other of their virginity in front of the person he hated most in the world. He gripped her hips when she wiggled against him for friction.

"Unless you want me to bugger you, I won't be sticking my cock in you unless it's your mouth." He warned her and pressed the tip of himself against the tiny opening.

She gasped and pushed back against him at the pressure. That caught him off guard because he was under the impression that every female in the world was afraid of that. She was calling his bluff, and he knew it, he didn't want to hurt her and he knew that with his size that was definitely not going to end well for her. He trailed himself lower and skipped over the most tempting part of her.

He put her legs together tightly and rubbed himself against her slit, pushing in and out of her thighs that were firmly pressed together. This was the closest he'd ever get to the real her until they were married and it was already too much for him. His pace was fast and hard, his hips meeting her with loud smacks and splashes of water. Her head was tilted back far, and she was whispering his name over and over while he was stimulating her clit with each thrust. He looked down at his cock disappearing every time he pushed forward, it wasn't hard to imagine the real thing of being buried in her.

He grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled her back to meet him as he bent forward. He bit a spot on her shoulder blade, reminding her that she was his and only his, sucking on the skin hard and releasing it with a loud 'pop.' He was covering her with his bite marks and kisses as much as he could.

Then she sobbed his name and tensed. He felt the gush of hot fluid slide around him and lubricate the path between her thighs even more. A few more thrusts and he came, shooting between her thighs and the white mess sliding down them. He bent forward and lightly kissed all the bright red marks he left on her shoulders and back in his moments of passion.

He bathed both of them since she was unable to move now that she was knackered. He carried her out of the tub and dried her off with a fluffy towel, making sure she spun around several times for Remus to see his marks on her. Then he helped put the lotion all over her body, having her face Remus as he applied it from behind. He loved this control and power so much.

He loved showing Remus who she belonged to and how she was with him willingly. He showed the other boy that he took care of her, kept her without want or need for anything other than himself. He dressed her then let her tend to him like he had done. When they left Severus paused next to Remus and spoke low so Juliet couldn't hear him.

"I hope you enjoyed the show. Hearing her beg for me. Weep for me. Not you."

When the Quidditch game came Juliet was bundled up in Severus' Slytherin scarf, her new cloak he had gotten her for Christmas and a large thermos of hot chocolate he brought her from the kitchens. She was cradling the small cup with both hands and sipping every other minute or so. Severus had placed the strongest warming charm on her that he could to protect her from the cold January weather.

The spells that Severus had placed Remus under had finally worn off enough for him to move and cancel them entirely. He wiped the tears that had escaped the corners of his eyes and pulled out his wand angrily then stormed out of the Prefect bathroom to make it to the game. It was still early, and not everyone had made it down to the pitch yet. Both Gryffindor and Slytherin teams were doing laps and some warm-ups as he marched over to the Slytherin seating where Juliet was sitting by herself.

He stood in front of her blocking her view. She jumped in surprise at his sudden appearance from under the invisibility cloak. "Why him?" he asked suddenly.

'What?'

"He treats you like shit, and yet you are all over him. Is that it? You want to be talked down to and tossed around?" he clenched his fists at his side and let his wolf side out with his fangs showing.

'Remus-'

"It's Moony now. Call me Moony." He growled at her, trying to imitate the way that Severus was talking to her.

'What? Since when?' she asked with a confused look and a tilt of her head.

"Since I decided to go on instincts and stop being the nice guy. You didn't answer the question, why him?" he asked again and this time pointed his thumb behind in towards Severus.

"Damn it, Moon Moon–"

"MOONY."

"I told you I love him." She whispered angrily. "He treats me good and I want to be with him. Why can't you respect that? I know you're concerned, but you don't have to be."

"Concerned?! Of course, I'm concerned! He pushes you around and-"

"He loves me." She put her hands up to stop him.

He growled "If that's what you want. I'll show you what dominance is."

"What does that mean?" she asked quickly.

He turned and started walking back towards the stairs she came from. She whistled for him but he didn't turn to look at her, but she knew he could hear her no matter how much noise was going on.

"What the hell does that mean Moon Moon?!" she whispered as loud as she could.

A few minutes later Remus walked onto the Quidditch pit and signaled one of his friends to fly down. He was wearing full Quidditch gear and uniform. He had talked to James and Sirius into letting him play as a beater just for today's game. When they heard his plan, they agreed and pulled their starting beater after promising to make it up to him later.

Slytherin team watched as their line up changed suddenly. Laughing and saying that they still didn't have a chance to beat them with a different beater anyway.