Severus groaned softly, pulling out of Emilia before rolling to his side of their bed. He chuckled, seeing the woman beside him panting. Her hair was mussed messily and her face was all pink with the healthiest glow.

Her nightdress was gone, thrown off somewhere to the floor and she was beautifully nude. She didn't attempt to cover herself with the sheets just yet. Severus liked that perfectly fine for he could see evidence of his seduction.

His saliva on her nipples where he suckled them into his mouth. A little love bite just above her collarbone when he bit down and soothed with his tongue. Streaks of his cum smeared on her inner thighs when he had quite nicely sunk into her quim. She was tight and wet, and Merlin he had enjoyed fucking her till his dear wife came around his cock, arching into him and whimpering his name in needy whines. He gave in to her then, thrusting and filling her to the hilt before shuddering his release.

Severus was quite sure he growled when he came inside her but was too lost in his pleasure to care. He didn't care either that somewhere in a locked cabinet in the ministry, their consummation was recorded. He could live this way for the rest of his life, married.

"You're staring, Severus," Emilia chided.

Severus snorted a breath, "apologies."

"Are you sorry, though?"

He contemplated before answering, "no."

Emilia laughed.

They had fallen into a teasing banter, as if they had known each other from a different lifetime and not because they were in this predicament brought upon by the Ministry's orchestration.

"Do you wish to clean up?" Severus asked.

"I want that but my legs say no," she quipped with a lazy smirk.

Severus shrugged. "That's fine."

He stood up, bare arse, pulling on his sleeping trousers he found on the floor and walked into the bathroom. He came back minutes later with a small washbasin and a cloth. He sat by Emilia's side to wipe off the residue of his release, removed the towel he laid underneath her and conjured a glass of warm water for her to drink as he cleaned her up.

Severus made it seem that it was entirely normal for him to take care of her. This was rather all new to Emilia, for someone who had been with only one other man. It was refreshing as if learning the ropes that someone else could take care of her. Once done, he had tucked her under the covers, pressed a kiss on her temples and told her to sleep.

The morning after, Severus had cheekily dragged her into the shower and thereafter cooked her a hearty breakfast. Emilia had even caught her husband humming in the kitchen, wearing grey track trousers with a soft green turtleneck, suited for the weather.

"Is this our honeymoon?" She asked, taking a bite out of her toast.

Severus cocked his brow. "Our what?"

"Honeymoon," Emilia repeated. "You know, newlyweds having a nice time after being married."

"Ah," Severus nodded. "I suppose so."

There was something different about how Severus behaved after they consummated their marriage last night. He seemed more relaxed and grew more comfortable with her presence. He wasn't what he was portrayed to be — the spy that deceived Voldemort.

"Someone might be coming around," Severus said nonchalantly, finishing up his breakfast.

"Who?"

"A friend. She was a colleague."

Emilia felt a wave of jealousy overcome her faster than she expected. "Oh. Why is she coming here?"

Severus had picked up her plate, bringing it to the kitchen to wash. "She comes monthly for a game of chess or to complain about the students. Honestly, it is a ruse on her part to check up on me. We both pretend otherwise," Severus explained, not realising that his wife had left the living room.

"Severus, what do you think of this?"

"Think of what —"

The cutleries he held slipped from his fingers into the sink with a loud clatter. His eyes widened at the sight of his wife in nothing except the small scrap of lace covering her quim.

"Emilia —"

"Too much?" She asked with a cheeky smirk. She was gloriously nude and that little mark above her collarbone was driving Severus nearly crazy, a reminder of the previous night.

Severus strode to her, keeping his mannerism in check when really, all he wanted to do was pushed her against the wall and fuck her senselessly.

"What are you doing?" He murmured.

Emilia had gleaming mischief in her eyes as her hands roamed his chest. "It's our honeymoon, remember? Most don't get out of bed."

Severus flexed a hand before placing it on her waist and drawing her close. He gently prodded his nose into her hair.

"What do you want, wife?"

"You," she murmured sweetly, entwining her arms around his neck.

Severus chuckled, his fingers trailing down the knobs of her spine before resting a hand on her bum. "I might've mentioned that a friend is coming over."

"Oh?" Emilia replied innocently. "Well, you ought to hurry."

Severus grunted softly. His hand secured on the back of her thighs, carrying her up with ease. She giggled, wrapping her legs around his waist.

"Bed?"

"Chair. It's quicker," she teased.


"Severus? Snape? Severus Snape!" Minerva called sharply.

Severus cleared his throat, turning to face the bewildered witch.

"What?" He snapped.

Minerva raised an eyebrow. "You tell me. I've been asking about your wife and all you do is stare at that armchair. Doesn't look that special to me."

He had been staring at the said armchair, not because he had gone mad. Rather, it was the flash of memory of Emilia riding his cock in earnest that burnt into the back of his mind. She set a devastating pace, bringing him to climax in mere minutes that had him uncontrollably spurting into her warmth. And god, how marvellous it was to come inside her whilst squeezing her tits.

Merlin, the witch, was something.

He had apologised once more for finishing too fast. It truly had been a long three years. His wife didn't mind one bit, which should be concerning but he was blissfully wrung out.

"She's in the bath, Minerva. She will be out soon," Severus answered evenly.

"Rosier, is it?"

Severus narrowed his eyes. "And pray tell, how did you know that?"

Minerva shrugged but the unmistakable twinkle in her eyes reminded Severus of Hogwarts' old Headmaster.

"I see you have spies in the Ministry."

"Percy Weasley has been helpful," McGonagall added with a wiggle of her brows.

Severus sneered. " That Weasley?"

"I thought you're fond of him."

Severus scoffed. "Fond? My arse."

Minerva snorted a laugh when the door to his bedroom clicked open.

"Darling? A little help here, please."

Minerva's eyes widened in glee.

"Darling?" She whispered.

Severus cleared his throat loudly. Embarrassment coloured his cheeks. "A moment, Minerva."

He entered the room, closing the door behind him. His breath hitched seeing Emilia dressed to the nines with a long cowl neck slip dress in the shade of emerald with simple gold jewelry hoops in her ears.

She was every bit ravishing.

The way her dress cinched her waist, flowed down her hips with a modest show of her cleavage. She did something extra to her hair, larger curls tumbled down her chest. Merlin, she had red lipstick on and her face had a shimmer of powder.

"Ah, Severus. Would you help me with my necklace?"

Severus cleared his throat.

"Darling?" He questioned.

Emilia chuckled. "Aren't you a darling? Now come help me. I can't fix the clasp."

"Are you going somewhere?"

Emilia shook her head. "Your friend is here?"

Severus frowned. "Yes…"

"Good, we shouldn't keep her waiting. That would've been impolite."

The look on Emilia's face when she realised that Minerva McGonagall was her husband's friend and was probably more like a mother figure to him rather than her competition, was hilarious.

Emilia bowed awkwardly. "Go— Good afternoon."

The headmistress chuckled heartily, certainly amused. She pulled Emilia into an embrace. "I'm pleased to meet you, Emilia. Thank you," she murmured, pressing a kiss on her cheek.

"I — You're welcome?" She mumbled, embarrassed.

Minerva withdrew, gently patting her cheek.

"Oh, you're beautiful."

Emilia chuckled, turning shy. She tucked a stray curl behind her ear. "Thank you. I should prepare tea. Would you like a cup of Earl Grey? We have tangerine-infused honey if you would like?"

Minerva nodded. "Don't fuss over it."

Emilia retreated to the kitchen, narrowing her eyes at a smirking Severus, undoubtedly entertained. She lightly jerked her head, signalling for him to follow.

"Another moment, Minerva. The wife has … requirements."

"Of course."

Minerva pressed her lips together, stifling her laugh. How absurd it was that The Severus Snape was trailing behind his wife just because she requested him to do so. She couldn't wait to return to Hogwarts and share details of her visit with the staff, in particular, Pomona and Rolanda would have a field day.

Emilia swatted his arm. "You didn't tell me your friend was Minerva McGonagall, Severus. Highly esteemed Headmistress of Hogwarts and well respected by the Magical community. Goodness, I'm terribly embarrassed," she muttered, taking the cups from the cabinet above.

Severus tried to control his features. It wouldn't be too good to gloat over his wife's mistake. If anything, he was flattered that Emilia was willing to put up a fight against whoever she thought might steal him away. He went behind her, pressing a soft kiss on top of her head. It was unlike how he usually behaved.

"Were you dressed up just so you could go against the opponent? The supposed witch that would entice me?" He asked quietly.

"N–no. I bought this beautiful dress and I thought I should wear it," Emilia denied.

He smiled, before brushing his lips across her bare shoulder. "Mm. If you say so, Emilia."

"I don't like how triumphant you sound," she complained, adding a dollop of honey into the tea, stirring it in and preparing a side of biscuits.

Severus stepped in and took the tray from Emilia.

"I'll take this," he murmured and took his chance to plant a kiss on his wife's cheek.


"Professor McGonagall?" Emilia greeted.

"Oh," the headmistress tutted softly. "Call me Minerva."

"Minerva," Emilia amended with a sheepish smile.

"So, how do you find Severus? Does he behave?" McGonagall asked with a quirk of an eyebrow.

Emilia chuckled. "Well, It depends on the time of day. A little grumpier in the morning. He gets better after having his breakfast."

"Ah, so that stays the same."

Amusement and a hint of curiosity overtook Emilia's features. "For how long has he been this way?"

"Oh. That's an easy answer. For as long as I've known him. Since eleven. So that's twenty-nine years and counting," Minerva answered with a slight twitch on the corners of her lips.

"Oh my! Does this mean you know every little secret my husband has?"

A half-smirk curved on the older witch's lips. She spared a glance at Severus before turning her attention back to Emilia.

"Ask away."

A disgruntled grunt escaped the wizard. "I shall excuse myself from mongering gossips and tend to my potions. It seemed that the Headmistress no longer required my presence," Severus drawled.

Emilia laughed, taking hold of his hand as if it was the most natural occurrence. "Oh come now. Don't pout, Severus. Stay with us."

Severus did not like how smug McGonagall looked. He knew from how she spoke and how she reacted, that it was every bit teasing him of his new wife and how much new affection he was being showered with.

The conversation changed to focus on Emilia after a while, providing Severus reprieve and a chance to learn more about his wife.

"What do you do back in France?" Minerva asked.

"I worked in the French Ministry of Magic, specifically in the Department of Magical transportation. The likes of the Floo network, portkeys and apparation lines. I do have a mastery in Transfiguration which helps in my line of work."

McGonagall seemed impressed whilst Severus was quietly amazed. His wife was intelligent, no doubt and must've been successful.

"I see. What brings you back home?" Minerva asked.

Severus cleared his throat, indicating that her questions are becoming intrusive. "Aren't there errant students to put in detention?"

McGonagall had a sheepish smile. "Oh, yes. I apologise —"

Emilia shook her head. "It's alright. I came home to help Evan, my brother. I'm sure you know him?"

McGonagall nodded, a little embarrassed that she had brought it up. "Yes. How… How is he?"

Emilia wore a thin smile. "I couldn't do much. His sentence was fixed. All I can do now is to visit him once in a while."

McGonagall nodded emphatically. "Emilia, do not take it the wrong way but could I ask if you have a job?"

Emilia shook her head. "I'll start looking."

McGonagall's eyes widened. "Oh dear, I don't mean it that way. I need a professor in Transfiguration and I think you could be an ideal candidate given your qualifications."

Emilia turned to Severus with the brightest smile, genuinely surprised. "Me? A professor?"

What surprised Severus, even more, was that she turned to him, to share her delight before fixing her attention back on the older witch.

"But, I've never taught children."

"Neither did Severus and he became one at aged twenty-one," McGonagall interjected. "Think it through, Emilia. I think you'd come to love the work and if you could perhaps persuade your husband to retake his position as the Potion Professor, that would've been helpful."

Severus rolled his eyes. "I'm certain there are reports to oversee, Headmistress."

McGonagall chuckled. "I suppose you're right, Severus. I've imposed for way too long."

"Oh, don't listen to him," Emilia protested, quite enjoying the older witch's company.

McGonagall smiled, taking hold of her hand. "Walk me to the door?"

"If you promise to come more frequently?" Emilia asked.

"Severus already looks displeased," McGonagall remarked.

"I'll persuade him. It should be quite easy under certain circumstances," Emilia joked.

Severus blushed red, marching straight to the kitchen and ignoring how his wife had made insinuations of how weak he was for her in bed.

Minerva laughed aloud, certainly tickled.

"Ah. I see."


Severus had pulled his wife down to the thick carpet that lay in their sitting room and summoned the sheets from their bedroom. He lit the fireplace with a muttered Incendio, brightening the room with tones of amber.

Emilia rested on her side with Severus behind her, an arm slung around her waist. She sighed softly, watching the crackling of the fire.

"I like Minerva's offer. I think I could do well as a professor," she mused.

"I agree, Emilia. However, for myself, I wasn't a good teacher," Severus offered. "I was a professor by cover. The Headmaster thought it would be wise to keep me close to the students, to observe Potter from a good distance and protect him when necessary. I was cold, brutal and strict, never giving the students any room for error. In hindsight, I must've caused several nightmares and jitters to a lot of them in the course of my teaching career."

"Was that why you chose to not return?"

His smile was hidden. "In part. I don't wish to be out in the public eye, the wizarding public," he emphasized. "The world is unkind to spies. I'm quite sure many would've preferred me dead but I do have friends in good places who are protective of me."

Emilia nodded. "Like Minerva? I could see that she cares a lot about you. She sees you as her son."

"She does."

"And I'm here too, Severus. I could grow to love you," she murmured.

Love? That wasn't possible.

Severus said nothing. He pulled the strap down and peppered kisses across her collarbone, licking the previous love bite while his hand found its way underneath and up her dress.

"No knickers, wife?" He whispered, fingers finding her warm quim.

Emilia chose to forgo that Severus had ignored her words. She breathed out softly. "I thought it would be a treat for you."

"Oh, it's a reward."

Two fingers rubbed her clit in slow circles, relishing in the soft moan that escaped her. He dabbled a little into her cunt, drawing her dew to lubricate his fingers, easing his efforts.

Emilia tipped her head back, eyes fluttering close at the welcoming sensations.

"Good?" Severus murmured, nipping her ear lobe.

"Fuck, yes," she groaned softly as his fingers slid into her.

"Language, Darling," Severus purred, sure fingers stroking her sweet spot that had her whimpering in need. He watched his wife grow breathless, her hips moving in tandem with his fingers, seeking more. He allowed her reprieve, flicking her clit several times with his thumb.

She tightened around his fingers.

"Oh, good girl. Into my hand. Yes," he murmured, blowing softly into her ear.

Her hips went rigid and her eyes rolled backwards before she came, shuddering.

Severus gingerly removed his fingers, licking them clean and observed as Emilia came down. A satiated smile curved on her lips.

"More?" He asked.

"Please."

Severus need not be told twice. He pulled his cock out from his trousers, wetting the tip with his saliva. He brought her leg up and guided his cock into her quivering quim.

"Shit."

He nudged only the tip in and grasped her hip.

"Pull me in," Severus instructed.

Emilia obeyed, arching her back. She let out a low moan, taking him into her with such slowness just to feel his large cock stretch her walls.

Severus growled softly, sucking the pulse of her neck as he buried himself to the hilt. He could stay in this position forever; her back to his chest and his arm slung around her waist. His cock nestled within her.

He started to move carefully, withdrawing out till the tip before sinking fully into her. It was heaven to be kept within her that Severus almost reluctantly drew out only when Emilia's breath hitched, unable to release another breath. Otherwise, he would fix a languorous grind, circling his hips in a manner that she could feel the pulse of his cock throbbing within her.

It didn't help either when Severus would whisper filthy praises into her ear as he drove himself home. Severus in bed was very much a different Severus in every other waking moment.

He grasped her breast, squeezing gently. His fingers found her nipple poking through the silk dress. He groaned, sheathing himself fully into his wife once more.

"Tight. You're so tight, wife."

"Yeah?" Emilia panted.

"Mhm, I enjoy fucking you like this. Pushing my cock into your cunt, darling, it's a great pleasure."

Emilia nearly sobbed when Severus nimbly plucked her clit, tapping the tip insistently that her body jolted with every touch.

"Oh, please. Sev…"

His wife was writhing perfectly, blanketed in a pleasurable haze. This part was always the most sensual, as the woman edged closer to climax, she forgets herself momentarily to succumb to everything.

Her eyes rolled back and her lips parted. Cheeks flushed beautifully and the whimpers that broke free fed on Severus' lust. She was growing wetter and tightening around him like a vice. He growled softly, speeding up his thrusts in time with his frigging.

"Come around my cock, Emilia."

The tiniest whine escaped her throat as her body convulsed with the force of her orgasm. Severus held her tight, thrusting haphazardly into her, feeling the pulse of her cunt strangling his cock. He roughly bit down on her shoulder, muffling his own groans and came.

In the heat of the moment, Severus turned Emilia to face him and dove in for a snog. She obliged, kissing him thoroughly. He had slipped out of her by then but it didn't matter to him for the kiss meant something more, something more than just sex.

It was the first time they had kissed.

Severus cupped her face with both hands, taking lead in the lingering kiss. His wife was delightful, moaning into his mouth and her tongue wrapped in his. He pushed her down to lie on her back and took the position on top of her.

His hands went crazy, touching her intimately to squeeze her tits and run them down along her slim waist before circling a hand around his semi erected cock. Not knowing why he needed Emilia more than ever, he pushed himself into her still quivering cunt.

"Severus!" Emilia gasped, surprised at being filled once more.

Grunting softly, he murmured between kisses, "I need you."

He kissed her again.

Emilia was helpless to the way his lips had captured hers. Her fingers threaded into his hair, pulling him closer and closer as their lips moved. She had wrapped her legs around his waist to facilitate the ease of him slowly thrusting into her, biding his time till he turned completely flaccid.

Severus withdrew his lips, catching his breath and leaned his forehead against hers.

"Good?" Emilia murmured against his lips.

Severus chuckled lightly, planting another kiss on her swollen lips.

"Wonderful, Mrs Snape."

He pulled out of her with a soft wince and summoned the blanket to cover their bodies. He tucked her close to him, fingers drew languid circles on her back.

"I didn't know you were a sex savant," Emilia whispered to his chest.

Severus chuckled, creaking an eye open. "A what?"

Emilia tipped her eyes up. Amusement floated in them. "You know, someone who is properly good in sex."

He had a sceptical look. "Properly good? I only made you come twice, Emilia. I think that's the basic requirement."

"Twice more than I've ever gotten," Emilia said truthfully.

"Ah," Severus acknowledged. "Perhaps, we will double or even triple the numbers in time to come."

"Double? Triple?" Emilia scoffed. "That's impossible."

There was an arrogant smirk on Severus' countenance. He had several ideas in mind to make her orgasm, noting her sensitive points just then. "I shall wait no further to provide you proof, wife."

That night, Emilia learned two things; the various ways she could climax and how patient Severus Snape was to wring each one that left her a whimpering, shaking mess.