"Goodbye, Severus," she said as she brushed away a wayward hair and kissed him on his forehead. He pretended to be asleep.
He heard the small shift of the front door closing and he looked out his window, into the dark night. The hooded figure of Bellatrix glowed in the moonlight and he watched her until she disappeared into the horizon. His head fell back against his pillow and he fell asleep.
Slytherin vs. Gryffindor. The classic rival match. The score was 20-10, Gryffindor. Snape never was one for sport, so instead he stood behind the Gryffindor stands, smoking a cigarette with Avery, Wilkes and Rosier.
"Only good thing the muggles ever invented," Wilkes said while taking a drag of the waning cigarette. The grey smoke rose through the crisp fall air. Snape envied Wilkes. He was one of those guys who could be handsome and cool without even trying, and at the same time, knew how the girls felt about him. Wilkes passed the cigarette to Snape. Severus knew how much Bellatrix hated the smell of tobacco on his lips, but he didn't care.
"…and Potter catches the snitch!" the voice boomed over the loudspeaker. Gryffindor erupted in cheers for their valued seeker, captain and head boy, James Potter.
"What else is new?" Avery said sarcastically.
"Good, the stupid match is over," Rosier said smoothly, taking the last drag of the cigarette, threw it to the ground. Snape watched as his expensive leather loafers snuffed the cigarette butt on the red autumn leaves.
"I don't know why Rodolphus plays this game," Avery said, "He's the only one of us who enjoys it."
The foursome walked towards the quidditch pitch to collect the fifth member of their gang. Snape felt out of place in this group of good looking, popular friends. After all, he was just "Snivellus," he remembered as he leaned over a bit to eavesdrop on the Marauders conversation. James arms were wrapped around Lily's waist. They've been inseparable for the past few months. It made Severus sick.
"…congratulations, James," Lily said, giggling. He smirked and kissed her on the lips. She pushed him away, complaining they were in public.
"Hey guys, you know what would be kind of fun," Wormtail said guardedly.
"What?" Sirius responded hastily when no one else did.
"To be death eaters," he said. Lily, James, Sirius and Remus all exchanged looks and began walking away. Wormtail ran after them, yelling, "Hey! Wait up guys, I was only joking! I swear!" he finally gave up when he tripped and stumbled over a rock, falling flat on his face. Severus laughed at him and all the Slytherins around joined in. Even James, Sirius and Remus were laughing, but Lily walked over to him, extended her arm and helped him up.
Severus smiled as he watched Bellatrix dismount from her broom, heated and sweaty. She was his secret love, and he was hers, but he didn't know why Bellatrix wanted to keep it a hidden.
Severus was having an especially bad day. Not only had he not heard from Bellatrix in a few days, today was September 1; Hogwarts. He groaned as he squeezed the Bubotuber pus onto his fingertip. He had done this every morning since he was thirteen. He loathed it, because it made him feel like one of his students.
He pushed a comb through his greasy hair, in hope of it looking somewhat better, but the hair fell into its normal place. He put on his nicest robes, which were probably the same as Draco Malfoy's cheapest robes and sat down and ate a breakfast of cornflakes. He wiped the corners of his mouth and gulped down a glass of orange juice. He grabbed his suit case and left his house.
Whilst sitting on the curb, waiting for the Knight Bus, Severus watched young children in the neighborhood. A young father was teaching his little girl how to ride a bike, and Severus felt a strange longing to settle down and have a family of his own. Time was running out, but he thought it would never happen.
The Knight Bus pulled up and Severus got in. He wanted to avoid the students, so he took the bus straight to Hogsmeade.
As he was walking towards The Three Broomsticks, he felt something heat in his pocket. He took out the two way mirror he shared with Bellatrix. He was relieved as her face appeared in the glass.
She looked hard and emotionless. "Severus," she began hastily, "I am pregnant."
He just looked into the glass, not sure if she was bluffing.
"Well aren't you going to say something?" she demanded.
He was shocked. "Erm…are you sure it isn't Rodolphus's?"
"Of course I'm sure," she snapped. "Where are you?" she asked.
"Hogsmeade," he answered.
"I'll be there in a moment," she said. "Meet me in The Hog's Head."
Severus sat at the bar in The Hog's Head. He sipped his ale whisky patiently as he waited for her to arrive. A hooded figure walked swiftly past him and he followed her musky, familiar smell into room 3.
She removed her cloak and sat down on the bed. "Hello Severus," she said.
"Hi Bella." They sat there in silence.
"I'm just going to hide it," Bellatrix broke the silence.
"Do you know how? It's very complicated magic," he observed.
"Shut up you half-wit, I'm going to find out how," she shouted at him.
There was silence again. "I think it's a boy," Bellatrix said quickly, "No, actually I know it is a boy, I'm sure." Severus was disappointed, but he didn't show it. He had wanted a daughter.
"Just fuck me, Severus," Bellatrix said. She removed her clothes and his and they went on the bed and made love. When they finished, Bellatrix got up quickly and left.
"I can't believe I'm to marry him!" she shrieked, holding the letter. She got down on the floor and banged her fists.
"Shut up, Bella, it could be worse, it could be Sirius Black," he said.
"True," she answered. Since her birth, she had been arranged to marry her cousin, Sirius, but the engagement was broken when Sirius was sorted into Gryffindor.
"Severus- he's twelve years my senior!" she cried.
"At least he was a Slytherin," he responded.
"I didn't even go to Hogwarts while he was there!" she said scathingly.
"He has money, doesn't he?" Snape asked.
"Loads- but he's disgusting," she paused. "Have you ever seen him? He walks around all proud-and-pompous. It makes me sick; it makes me want to retch."
Snape remained silent. "And he smokes!" she cried. Snape looked down at his feet. "I have never seen him without that bloody pipe in his mouth! Ugh! I want to scream!" and she did.
She ran up to Severus and grabbed his shirt. "Oh Severus- take me away! Take me away and marry me!" she cried desperately.
He pushed her away and said coolly, hiding his rage and jealousy, "Bellatrix, nothing can be done and you know it."
"Severus- whose side are you even on?" she called after him.
As he walked away from her, she was left in the middle of the corridor. She was stomping her feet and she screamed, "I DON'T WANT TO MARRY RABASTAN LESTRANGE!" Classes were beginning to let out and they walked past her as if she was crazy.
Severus was too upset to be anything but idle. He bottled up his jealousy and resentment and cursed himself.
Severus ate nothing at dinner. He was distracted during his Defense against the Dark Arts lessons all day. He could only think about Bellatrix and the baby growing inside of her. Despite unkind words and disagreements, Snape loved Bellatrix with his whole heart, or something a lot like love. He doubted he was capable of love.
He remembered the day when Bellatrix told him she was no longer marrying Rabastan. His heart lifted, but dropped when she said it was Rodolphus instead.
Severus clutched his program tightly in his fist as he watched her. Dressed in white- she looked like a fairy. Her beautiful face was covered in a thick veil of tulle trimmed with lace. She walked gracefully, unnaturally down the aisle. At the altar, the bridegroom pushed back her veil and looked at his young bride. They said their vows and put the rings on. Severus watched as he lifted her face up towards him and swiftly kissed her lips. Everyone applauded.
Bellatrix made eye contact with Severus. Her look was fierce, he knew what she wanted. He felt his groins growing excited at the prospect of having the bride before her husband did.
As the guests walked towards the reception, Bellatrix went the other way and Snape followed like a doting dog. She led him to the drawing room in the Lestrange house. No words were needed. He lifted up her heavy, flowing skirts and slid in her from behind. She pressed her hands against the wall and he held her waist tightly. She bit her lip as she reached her climax, so no sound would come out but a faint, muffled moan and sigh.
They were new at this. They had only started doing it a few weeks ago, right before they graduated Hogwarts. But whenever they did do it, Severus hands always trembled from nervousness.
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