Severus
They visited the Dursley household, at Holly's request. She wanted to 'pick up a few things'. He did not ask questions since he'd made a wilful decision to trust her. Besides that, being away from Spinner's End was a welcome change. He did however insist that she wear the Invisibility Cloak outside at all times.
Privet Drive was framed by large square houses with perfectly manicured lawns. The flora of house number four consisted of little multicoloured flowers and a few shaped hedges. Petunia's touch was evident; in that it was neat as a pin.
'Are you certain they will not be home?' Severus asked, uncomfortable with the idea of setting foot in Petunia's home.
'Yeah. I got them tickets to an appliance expo.'
'I do not understand.'
'There's a raffle. Some big prizes. I entered them.'
'Prizes?' He quirked a brow as he scoured the quiet neighbourhood.
'Ovens, kettles, toasters, and such. Everything's Smeg. Which is a big deal for Muggles like Aunt Petunia.'
'Well… Making do without magic is though,' his eyes slid to the Dursley's door. 'They must need this Smeg's help,' he said, almost pityingly.
He wasn't sure why Holly snickered underneath the cloak as she passed him on her way to the house.
'Alohamora' he heard her whisper, the tip of her wand protruding from the nothingness of her cloak and settling against the keyhole. The smell of ammonia and laundry detergent welcomed them as they rushed inside.
'Right,' she said, slipping out of the cloak. 'Let's get going.'
'Of course,' Severus said, aiming to mount the stairs two at a time.
'No. My stuff's down here,' Holly said, grabbing the edge of his sleeve and pulling him toward a guest bathroom. Halfway toward it, she stopped and opened a set of sliding locks on a tiny door that had previously escaped his notice.
'What's this?' He asked, frowning when she disappeared inside.
'My room,' she answered, her voice muffled in the small space. 'Ignore the mess. I haven't been here for ages.'
He ducked inside, confused. The cupboard had been partially removed and in its place was a permanent-looking camping cot, a few books, clothes, and other trinkets discarded on top. It was a stark contrast to the rest of the immaculately manicured house. Petunia's reign didn't extend to this cupboard under the stairs.
'I'll be quick,' she said, stuffing a comb and a bra into her satchel.
This really is her room. His disbelief turned into deep, red-hot anger.
Why would Dumbledore have her raised like this? Surely he knew the nature of these Muggles. An idea struck him like a bolt of lightning; Dumbledore, you shrewd bastard. He wanted to humble her. James was an arrogant prat, everyone knew that. Have her raised Muggle, and bring out her mother instead. Besides that, saving her from this family would make her indebted to the magical world. She would always see them as saviour, perhaps motivating her to save them when the time came.
Severus folded his arms and leaned against the doorframe.
We are the same. Raised in cold homes. Our very existence a nuisance to our kin.
I could have done something. Could have helped her.
Could've. Should've. Would've. A coward's reasoning.
'The Dursleys treat you badly,' he stated simply, watching her bunch her unruly shock of hair into a knot on top of her head.
'I bet you'd know what that's like?' She asked, throwing him a look over her shoulder.
'Yes,' he looked down, the abuse was hard to admit even after all these years.
'Twinsies,' she shrugged, pushing past him. He followed sullenly, up the stairs and down the hall.
Severus found her in the master bedroom, catching a glimpse of her perfectly shaped backside as she inched underneath a sleigh bed decorated with carved flowers. More flowers graced the duvet. She wriggled back out, a shiny object in her hand.
'Is that a gun?' He asked, stupefied.
'Yeah. Uncle Vernon's. Got a box of bullets too,' she stuck the weapon into her overflowing satchel.
'Be careful with that thing, Holly,' he warned.
'It's safer than a wand, Sev. I just figured that if I can't beat HIM with magic. I should have other options.' She shrugged and pushed past him. 'Let's get some supplies from the kitchen.'
'I doubt a Muggle weapon would succeed in harming the Dark Lord,' he said, following her. 'And Princess,' he added. 'I'll buy you anything you need. You don't have to—'
'Steal? From the Dursleys? They'll be alright,' she laughed, reminding him too much of Bellatrix.
This was a petty sort of vengeance, he realised. A tiny way to get back at them for treating her like a dog.
I know the feeling.
So he shut his trap, watching as Holly raided Petunia's impossibly clean kitchen for canned foods, a pan, and candy pushing it into her bursting satchel.
Well, if you can't beat them…
'Allow me,' he said, taking out his wand and approaching. 'Capacious extremis,' he tapped her bag with the tip of his wand. The bulge immediately subsided and the strain on her shoulder lessened.
'You're the best,' she said, peeking inside before kissing him on the mouth for a beautiful heartbeat.
He gripped her hips, pulling her closer, but she broke away.
'Stay,' he protested, pinching her chin and deliberately running the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip, making her mouth part with a pop. 'Kiss me again.'
She stared at him before leaning closer and biting his lip softly. She trailed her teeth along his lips before she slipped her tongue into his mouth.
'Get on your knees,' he said, pulling away.
Her eyes widened, 'Here?'
'The Dursleys will be alright,' he repeated her earlier statement back to her in a low voice.
She smiled and lowered herself to the floor at his feet, unbuckling his belt. He let her do the work, hands hanging limply beside his body. With a confident motion, she released his half mast cock.
She reached around his hips and pulled him toward her, trailing her fingers down his length. 'Punish me,' she said in a husky voice.
His heart burst with love for her, 'Does the princess wish to be treated like a whore?'
She grabbed the base of his cock and kissed the tip.
'Yes Professor Snape,' she breathed.
'Open your mouth' he ordered, running his fingers through her hair and pressing a thumb into her open mouth. She sucked greedily on his finger as he toyed with her tongue.
'Suck,' he pulled his thumb away and replaced it with his cock.
She opened her mouth and slid him inside, attempting to reach the base but gagging an inch away. The witch looked up at him as she continued worshipping him. The angle was glorious to behold.
He tightened his grip on her head. 'Deeper.'
Holly obeyed, moaning as he shoved himself into her throat. He moved faster and harder, momentarily choking her before pulling out again. She sucked his cock fast and hard until he had to grab her by the hair and pull her away. She glanced at him, eyes lidded with lust.
'Enough.'
Severus grabbed her by the arms, standing her up, and slipping his hand under her belly, tossing her over his shoulder. She surrendered with a giggle. He carried her to the living room and threw her on Petunia's favourite lavender L-couch.
'Take off your clothes.'
She obediently pulled her dress over her head and took off her bra.
'Turn around and bend over.'
She clambered to her knees and turned, holding onto the back of the couch.
'Show me that beautiful hole of yours,' he breathed into her ear, killing the space between them with his body. She was on her knees, her arse in the air, and her torso still against the couch.
She curved her back and tilted her hips upward in a gesture of submission.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her higher.
He slapped her high on the leg. She let out a yelp. He repeated the action, this time on across her buttocks. Then, he gently slid a finger into her tight cunt. Making her moan with satisfaction.
He stroked her steadily, adding his thumb to slowly push into her anus.
She mewled, drunk with lust.
'So tight,' he breathed.
'Gods,' she wailed, eyes rolling back in her head.
Severus picked up his pace, feeling her resistance relax. He leaned over her proffered backside and brushed his cock against her thighs, his fingers still moving inside her, drawing wild moans from her.
'I will fuck you now.'
She spread her legs wider, nodding fervently.
He slowly pushed himself against her forbidden opening. She tensed. He pushed harder.
'Relax Princess,' he breathed, finding her clit with one hand and rubbing circles around the little nub of nerves. Her body bloomed under his touch and soon he was able to push inside her tightness. Severus started moving, pulling out and pushing in again while rubbing her front. She was overwhelmed with his ministrations, practically drooling where her cheek was pressed into the couch.
After a while he increased the pace, now sliding his free fingers into her empty cunt too. He loved being everywhere at once, filling her so completely.
'Mine,' he growled, inspired by the perfectness of her writhing beneath him. He could not understand how she was smooth, soft, firm, strong, and delicate all at once.
She screamed his name, her body contracting in ecstasy.
'Beautiful,' he murmured, his movements becoming lazy before he spilled himself deep inside her. His body flushed and cooled. He pulled out of her and collapsed against her back, wet cock dripping over her thighs.
'We should've put down a towel,' Holly panted, glancing at the come staining her aunt's favourite purple couch.
He grunted and reached for his wand in his sleeve, thankful that he was still mostly dressed. Severus offered her a hand after cleaning them up. She took it, her legs shaking like a newborn doe.
'Ready to go?' He asked, Accioing their discarded clothes.
'Where to?'
'I have an idea,' he said, taking her hand.
'Let's do it,' she smiled at him.
Once outside, he apparated them to a field dotted with a few windblown trees. It was well and truly the middle of nowhere.
Finally, they were free from a stifling society.
'I will set up a tent,' he murmured, looking about for a level spot of landscape. 'You know how to ward, yes?'
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