1 Chapter 3
Reunited
The rest of the feast had been uneventful. The first day of classes had gone on without a hitch. Mia and Severus just "happened" to be working in classes directly across from each other. According to Dumbledoor there "simply were no other available classrooms." The same went for personal chambers.
"A little ironic, don't you think," Mia asked that evening as the pair of them sat sipping tea in her room. "I think that Albus is trying to reunite us."
"Reunite? You imply that we were more than just friends."
"Friends? Is that all that I was to you? A friend? Well let me tell you, Severus, that you were much more to me than a friend. You were the reason I learned to use make up. You were the reason I bought dress robes. It was thanks to you that I gave up comfort in an attempt to be attractive. Of course, now I know that my attempts to catch your eye were all in vain."
"Not in vain, Mia. I noticed."
"You just weren't interested."
"Damn it, Mia, of course I was interested. But what was I going to do? How was I supposed to know it was me that you were trying to win over? I was so terrified of asking you for a date. What if you had said no? What if you had laughed in my face? What then? I would have been out a best friend, a girlfriend, and my own self esteem. Why did you never ask me if you were so interested?"
"For the same reasons I suppose." A tense silence passed between the two. When Mia raised her eyes from her cup of tea she saw that Snape was watching her intently. "If you had feelings for me then why did you cast me away that night in the western woods?"
"And put you at risk? None of us under Voldemort had friends outside the circle. If we did we signed their death warrants. Ours as well."
"And so here we sit. We could have been more than just friends years ago if it hadn't been for our own self consciousness. And then the blame shifted to Voldemort."
Snape and Mia had been leaning closer and closer to one another as the conversation had progressed. Both had placed their tea on the mahogany tables at their sides long ago and were now gazing, inches from each other, into each other's eyes.
"Who holds the blame now," Mia asked hungrily.
"Mia?" Snape asked in a deepening voice.
"Yes," Mia answered as she felt his lips brush lightly against hers.
"Shut up," he whispered as he pressed his lips fully against hers. She returned his kiss with vitality. The pair stood up as they broke apart, breathless. Snape put his arm around Mia's small waist and looked down into her electric eyes. She laid her head on his shoulder and placed her delicate hand on his neck, her fingers curling around the back of his head.
"I've waited so long," she said, her breath hot against his neck. He cradled her head in his free palm, merely enjoying the feeling of her breath on his bare skin. He felt her lips brush his neck, his ear, his cheek. He knew where this was going. He knew it was wrong. He didn't care. It had been too long since he had felt warmth in his heart, and he wasn't ready to give it up yet.
Snape slid his hand down from her head and took her face in both of his hands. She looked willingly into his black eyes. Nothing needed to be said. Need and permission shone in both of their eyes.
Slowly, Mia's hand slid from Snape's shoulder to the hook on the front of his robe. He allowed her to release it from it's eye and slide the robe silently off his shoulders and onto the floor. He mimicked her actions on her robe, letting it fall in a crumpled heap at her feet. He stood pressed against her wearing a pair of black pants. She felt him harden against her as he beheld her smooth skin, covered only by a muggle bra and panty set. He smiled when he saw that it was comprised of white cotton and bore the images of small green flower petals. "You always loved flowers," he observed aloud.
Mia took Snape's rough hands in her own and moved them to the clasp on the back of the bra. He took it off with a hint of effort and dropped it beside their feet. He pulled her towards him in an attempt at an embrace, but she pulled away and took his hands in hers once again. She walked backwards toward the bed, leading him. When she felt the warm fur comforter against her bare legs she sat down and backed herself up, placing her head on the pillows at the head of the bed. Snape followed, crawling up the bed on all fours with a serious look of devotion across his face. He leaned close to her and she leaned up, meeting him halfway in a passionate kiss. She rolled onto her side, as did he. Mia wrapped her leg around Snape's waist as they finished their kiss. When the next kiss followed Mia felt Snape's hand brush apprehensively against her breast. She placed her hand on his hip, sliding his pants effortlessly off of his frame. She felt him press himself against her panties and placed his hand on her hip, telling him to take them off. He did, slowly, and then ran his hand up her smooth leg. She felt her breath become ragged as he ran his hand between her thighs, opening them.
He placed a hand against her, feeling her warm flesh moisten at his touch. When Mia felt herself respond to his touch she put her hand on his shaft and began to stroke it, slowly at first. Her grip grew firmer as she went. He was now separating the folds of her skin and placing his middle finger between them. She gasped at his strength and quickly rolled onto her back to make it easier for him to reach her. His breath was becoming husky as he slid another finger into her. She heard a needy moan escape her lips as Snape kissed down her neck and took her erect nipple into his mouth. He ran his tongue around it evasively, making her moan harder and louder in desire. Finally he began to suck her nipple impatiently. His fingers were eliciting numerous moans as they caressed her. Her hips began to buck against his hand and she realized that if he didn't stop she would have an orgasm before they had even had a chance to be together. Snape seemed to realize this as well because he slid his fingers out of her and began to kneed her unattended breast. She was still stroking him when he released her nipple from his mouth and kissed her hard on the lips.
"Please, Severus," Mia whimpered breathily. Slowly, Snape straddled her, reaching down and placing himself inside her. Mia sighed with pleasure as he began to pump slowly in and out of her. She held him tight to her as her breathing became more and more irregular. He placed kisses around her neck and collarbone as he thrust himself in and out of her. She could feel his shaft brushing against the most sensitive part of her as he made love to her, and she became unable to control herself. She hooked her legs around his waist as she felt herself becoming tighter and tighter in anticipation of the orgasm which was close at hand. Her moans of pleasure became louder and louder as she felt herself coming closer and closer to climax. She didn't hear Snape following her lead. She didn't hear his moans as he reached his own orgasm, but she felt him stop driving into her and she felt the spasms in his shaft as he released himself in her. She felt her muscles contract in one final amazing ripple. She pulled her face up towards his shoulder and buried her face in his collar bone as she screamed with pleasure. He collapsed on top of her, breathless and covered in sweat. When he had recovered, he rolled onto his back beside her and she pulled herself toward him, her head on his heaving chest. "I love you," he said as he placed a hand on her silky hair.
Reunited
The rest of the feast had been uneventful. The first day of classes had gone on without a hitch. Mia and Severus just "happened" to be working in classes directly across from each other. According to Dumbledoor there "simply were no other available classrooms." The same went for personal chambers.
"A little ironic, don't you think," Mia asked that evening as the pair of them sat sipping tea in her room. "I think that Albus is trying to reunite us."
"Reunite? You imply that we were more than just friends."
"Friends? Is that all that I was to you? A friend? Well let me tell you, Severus, that you were much more to me than a friend. You were the reason I learned to use make up. You were the reason I bought dress robes. It was thanks to you that I gave up comfort in an attempt to be attractive. Of course, now I know that my attempts to catch your eye were all in vain."
"Not in vain, Mia. I noticed."
"You just weren't interested."
"Damn it, Mia, of course I was interested. But what was I going to do? How was I supposed to know it was me that you were trying to win over? I was so terrified of asking you for a date. What if you had said no? What if you had laughed in my face? What then? I would have been out a best friend, a girlfriend, and my own self esteem. Why did you never ask me if you were so interested?"
"For the same reasons I suppose." A tense silence passed between the two. When Mia raised her eyes from her cup of tea she saw that Snape was watching her intently. "If you had feelings for me then why did you cast me away that night in the western woods?"
"And put you at risk? None of us under Voldemort had friends outside the circle. If we did we signed their death warrants. Ours as well."
"And so here we sit. We could have been more than just friends years ago if it hadn't been for our own self consciousness. And then the blame shifted to Voldemort."
Snape and Mia had been leaning closer and closer to one another as the conversation had progressed. Both had placed their tea on the mahogany tables at their sides long ago and were now gazing, inches from each other, into each other's eyes.
"Who holds the blame now," Mia asked hungrily.
"Mia?" Snape asked in a deepening voice.
"Yes," Mia answered as she felt his lips brush lightly against hers.
"Shut up," he whispered as he pressed his lips fully against hers. She returned his kiss with vitality. The pair stood up as they broke apart, breathless. Snape put his arm around Mia's small waist and looked down into her electric eyes. She laid her head on his shoulder and placed her delicate hand on his neck, her fingers curling around the back of his head.
"I've waited so long," she said, her breath hot against his neck. He cradled her head in his free palm, merely enjoying the feeling of her breath on his bare skin. He felt her lips brush his neck, his ear, his cheek. He knew where this was going. He knew it was wrong. He didn't care. It had been too long since he had felt warmth in his heart, and he wasn't ready to give it up yet.
Snape slid his hand down from her head and took her face in both of his hands. She looked willingly into his black eyes. Nothing needed to be said. Need and permission shone in both of their eyes.
Slowly, Mia's hand slid from Snape's shoulder to the hook on the front of his robe. He allowed her to release it from it's eye and slide the robe silently off his shoulders and onto the floor. He mimicked her actions on her robe, letting it fall in a crumpled heap at her feet. He stood pressed against her wearing a pair of black pants. She felt him harden against her as he beheld her smooth skin, covered only by a muggle bra and panty set. He smiled when he saw that it was comprised of white cotton and bore the images of small green flower petals. "You always loved flowers," he observed aloud.
Mia took Snape's rough hands in her own and moved them to the clasp on the back of the bra. He took it off with a hint of effort and dropped it beside their feet. He pulled her towards him in an attempt at an embrace, but she pulled away and took his hands in hers once again. She walked backwards toward the bed, leading him. When she felt the warm fur comforter against her bare legs she sat down and backed herself up, placing her head on the pillows at the head of the bed. Snape followed, crawling up the bed on all fours with a serious look of devotion across his face. He leaned close to her and she leaned up, meeting him halfway in a passionate kiss. She rolled onto her side, as did he. Mia wrapped her leg around Snape's waist as they finished their kiss. When the next kiss followed Mia felt Snape's hand brush apprehensively against her breast. She placed her hand on his hip, sliding his pants effortlessly off of his frame. She felt him press himself against her panties and placed his hand on her hip, telling him to take them off. He did, slowly, and then ran his hand up her smooth leg. She felt her breath become ragged as he ran his hand between her thighs, opening them.
He placed a hand against her, feeling her warm flesh moisten at his touch. When Mia felt herself respond to his touch she put her hand on his shaft and began to stroke it, slowly at first. Her grip grew firmer as she went. He was now separating the folds of her skin and placing his middle finger between them. She gasped at his strength and quickly rolled onto her back to make it easier for him to reach her. His breath was becoming husky as he slid another finger into her. She heard a needy moan escape her lips as Snape kissed down her neck and took her erect nipple into his mouth. He ran his tongue around it evasively, making her moan harder and louder in desire. Finally he began to suck her nipple impatiently. His fingers were eliciting numerous moans as they caressed her. Her hips began to buck against his hand and she realized that if he didn't stop she would have an orgasm before they had even had a chance to be together. Snape seemed to realize this as well because he slid his fingers out of her and began to kneed her unattended breast. She was still stroking him when he released her nipple from his mouth and kissed her hard on the lips.
"Please, Severus," Mia whimpered breathily. Slowly, Snape straddled her, reaching down and placing himself inside her. Mia sighed with pleasure as he began to pump slowly in and out of her. She held him tight to her as her breathing became more and more irregular. He placed kisses around her neck and collarbone as he thrust himself in and out of her. She could feel his shaft brushing against the most sensitive part of her as he made love to her, and she became unable to control herself. She hooked her legs around his waist as she felt herself becoming tighter and tighter in anticipation of the orgasm which was close at hand. Her moans of pleasure became louder and louder as she felt herself coming closer and closer to climax. She didn't hear Snape following her lead. She didn't hear his moans as he reached his own orgasm, but she felt him stop driving into her and she felt the spasms in his shaft as he released himself in her. She felt her muscles contract in one final amazing ripple. She pulled her face up towards his shoulder and buried her face in his collar bone as she screamed with pleasure. He collapsed on top of her, breathless and covered in sweat. When he had recovered, he rolled onto his back beside her and she pulled herself toward him, her head on his heaving chest. "I love you," he said as he placed a hand on her silky hair.