When they both arrived at the Leaky Cauldron Snape and Freddie made their way quickly through the bar to the back entrance to Diagon Alley. The sun was setting and the street lamps were just starting to come on as they walked down the street towards the bank. Snape hadn't spoken much since they'd left the Ministry and she wondered if he were jealous.
Jealous of what? His voice asked in her head. She glanced at him and smiled, not having realized he was in her head yet again.
Jealous of Dearing calling me beautiful, she replied.
No, he scoffed. And he was talking about your cat-form anyway.
Kneazle, not cat, she insisted and the corners of his mouth twitched in amusement. She knew he was doing that on purpose, teasing her. And I am a beautiful kneazle.
You are a beautiful witch, too, he said, putting a hand on the small of her back lightly as they crossed the street to the bank. Her face grew warm and she smiled at him affectionately.
"I will wait out here for you," Snape said aloud, sitting down on a bench outside of Gringotts. "Unless you need me to come in?"
"No, it's fine," she assured him. "You're not going to leave me, are you? Or go to the Apothecary or somewhere without me?"
"I would never. Just be quick. We don't have much time before we have to return to Hogwarts."
"Yes sir," she said, lightly mocking, then hurried up the stone steps.
Freddie took care of business as quick as possible at bank. She filled her coin pouch from her vault, trying not to fret about how quickly her funds were depleting. In 7 months she would graduate Hogwarts and then she would be on her on. Her job in the brewing department of St Mungo's was pretty much guaranteed, but she would still have to find a place to rent. She'd have bills to pay, groceries to buy, and she didn't know how long it would take to start getting paid.
Maybe I should find a way to make money while I'm still at school, she thought to herself as she passed by the goblins on her way out.
You could brew potions for your classmates, said Snape's voice in her head, startling her. She hadn't meant for him to be listening to her thoughts again and she closed her mind off, not acknowledging him until she left the bank and found him waiting for her on the bench outside.
"What do you mean?" she asked, sitting on the bench next to him.
"As your Head of House I cannot condone it," he said quietly. "But when I was in school I was able to make a tidy profit brewing potions for my housemates. Invigoration Draughts, Brain Elixirs, Blemish Blitzers for those affected by acne. Even Calming Draughts, sleeping potions, and other healing brews for those – like yourself – who prefer not to go to the Hospital Wing."
"That's a good idea," she said thoughtfully. "I already brew a Contraceptive potion for Amelia, but I don't charge her for it since I'm brewing it for myself anyway. I'm sure there are other girls who could use it and wouldn't mind paying for it. Amelia could help spread the word for me."
"I didn't hear any of this," he said, pressing his leg against hers a moment before standing up. "Where would you like to have dinner? We could go to the Silver Serpent or somewhere else if you prefer."
"Actually...I'm not all that hungry," she said, looking up at him with a flirtacious smile, hoping he would take the hint. He smiled slowly and offered her a hand up. She took his hand and he pulled her up from the bench – and Disapparated with her.
She hadn't been expecting to Disapparate and when her feet hit the floor in a cold, pitch-black room she stumbled into Snape's solid chest. She heard him chuckle quietly as he snaked one arm around her. With his free hand he pulled out his wand and with a flick of his wrist a fire appeared in the hearth. They were in his room at Spinner's End and almost immediately he lowered his head to kiss her. A shiver went through her as his tongue touched hers, sending a rush of heat through her body that warmed her quicker than the fire could.
As he deepened the kiss he angled her in the direction of the bed. She let her purse fall from her shoulder onto the floor. Snape put his wand on the bedside table then buried his free hand in her hair. He tugged at the scrunchie holding her bun in place, then moved his other hand up her back, skimming over the exposed skin of her shoulders, making her shiver again. With both hands in her hair he undid the bun and her black tresses fell free around her shoulders. He let out a low, pleased humming sound as he ran his fingers through her hair, causing her scalp to tingle. He broke the kiss to look down at her, smirking slightly.
"Beautiful," he murmured and she flushed in delight. He lowered his head to kiss her again. Freddie closed her eyes in anticipation, but instead of kissing her mouth she felt his lips on her neck and she gasped. He chuckled again and she felt the vibrations through his chest. She wanted to move her hands, to unbutton his shirt, but she could hardly think straight as his mouth moved down her neck, pressing open-mouth kisses down to her collarbone. He pulled the fabric of her dress down off her shoulder slowly, kissing each inch of skin as it was exposed.
She squirmed against him, wanting him to go faster, wanting them both to be naked now. She wanted to feel him, his bare skin against hers, to feel him inside of her.
"Patience," he murmured, his mouth at the top of her breast now, still pulling the dress down as he went. She whined impatiently then let out a loud gasp as he nipped her lightly. She whimpered as he sucked on the spot, just a couple inches above her nipple, sending waves of pleasure through her. She had her arms around him and she pushed her hips against him desperately. He tugged at the velvet fabric of her dress and her breasts popped out, her nipples pebbling in the cold air. He ran his tongue along one and the heat of his mouth made her knees go weak. She tried to move onto the bed but he held her fast in place. He flicked her nipple once more with the tip of his tongue before lifting his head away.
He looked down at her with a smirk, his dark eyes glittering, pupils dilated so that they looked solid black. He sat on the edge of the bed so that he was now looking up at her. She started to move, to sink to her knees in front of him, but he caught her by the wrists and shook his head.
"Wait," he commanded softly and she froze. She bit her lower lip but didn't move as he released her. He grabbed her dress with both hands and slowly – agonizingly slowly – pulled it the rest of the way off. The dress pooled around her ankles and he leaned back with his hands palm-down on the mattress, his eyes roaming her form.
"Y-you've-" her mouth was dry and she had to swallow before continuing. "You've seen me naked a million times today."
"224 times, actually. And only briefly," he said quietly, drinking in the sight of her. Her whole body flushed, realizing that he had actually counted the number of times she'd shape-shifted today. "You are too quick with your wand, putting your clothes back on in a split second. Besides, I was trying to be professional. Even when I knew you weren't wearing underwear..."
She swallowed again as his eyes roamed downwards.
"Take off your boots," he said and she hastened to obey, nearly falling over in the process. "So eager to please, aren't you?"
"Yes sir," she said, leaning against the bedside table so she could pull off one boot and sock, then the other. His gaze was intense as he watched her. When she stood completely naked in front of him she shifted from one foot to the other anxiously, trying not to look too impatient, trying to be good, to be obedient, but she wanted him bad.
"Now 225."
"Sir?"
"225 times that I've seen you naked today."
"Were you really counting?"
"Mm. Even if it were a million, I'd still want to see it all again," he said, sitting up straight on the bed. He held his arms open to her. "Come."
She leapt into his arms eagerly, knocking him onto his back on the bed. He laughed softly and Freddie leaned forward to kiss him, her hair falling around his face. He had one hand on her hip, the other behind her head, fingers threading through her hair as he kissed her. She could feel his hard cock poking against her thigh. She tried to move down, eager to undo his pants, but he closed his hand into a fist in her hair effectively holding her in place and sending a rush of excitement through her. She tried to speak but he tightened his grip and nipped her bottom lip, almost hard enough to draw blood.
I thought we didn't have much time? She asked silently.
We have enough, he answered, but then he let out a soft growl as he flipped her over, breaking the kiss as he rolled on top of her. He kept the brunt of his weight off of her, propping himself up on one arm. The other hand skimmed its way down her body, over the swell of her breast, the flat plain on her stomach, dipping between her thighs.
"Impatient, aren't we?" he asked, teasing her wetness with one finger. She whimpered and arched her hips into his touch. He clicked his tongue disapprovingly and withdrew his hand, resting his palm flat against her thigh. It had been over two weeks since the last time they'd had sex and she didn't understand how he could stand to go so slow.
"Because I have patience," he said quietly, lowering his head to brush a kiss across her lips, then her jawline. "And self-control..." His lips skimmed from her jaw to a spot beneath her ear where he kissed her again. "And I know that some things...are worth waiting for..." His mouth moved to her neck and he kissed her there, sending a rush of desire straight through her. She squirmed beneath him, trying to get him to move his hand where she wanted it, but he gripped her thigh.
"Please," she whined. "Please, please, please..."
He grinned down at her like the cat that ate the canary.
"Please what?" he taunted, stroking her thigh with one finger.
"Touch me, please, sir, please, touch me."
"I am touching you, little girl," he teased, squeezing her thigh lightly. She whimpered, trying to arch her hips again but again his hand kept her in place.
"Please," she whimpered again and he gazed into her eyes, waiting for her to say it. "Please touch my...put your fingers inside me, sir, please. I want it so bad, please, please fuck me."
"Ah," he said and he pulled his hand away. Freddie felt a surge of disappointment – until she realized he was taking his pants off. "Well little girl, since you asked so nicely..."
"Oh thank you," she cried in relief as he positioned himself to enter her. "Thank you, sir, thank-ohhh..."
One very gratifying orgasm later, Freddie lay naked next to Snape on the bed, trying to catch her breath. He had one arm draped lazily across her chest, the other under her head. As her breathing evened out she felt exhaustion creeping back into her bones. All the transforming she'd done that day and not having slept all that well last night was finally catching up with her. She groaned as she rolled onto her side, feeling her muscles protest.
"Don't suppose you have any more of that tea?" she mumbled tiredly.
"Not with me, no," he said, sounding faintly amused. She felt a rush of sympathy and affection for her from his mind. He nuzzled the back of her neck and pressed a kiss below her ear. "You can take a nap, if you need to."
"You don't want to go again?" she asked. She knew he did, she could feel his cock twitching against her back, as well as the desire seeping through their mental link.
"I am content just to hold you," he said, tightening his arm around her, hugging her close. He wedged his leg between hers and kissed her again. "You rest."
"Mm. 'kay," she said drowsily then, using his arm as a pillow, she let herself drift off.