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Severus and Lily's lips met as their wet hands moved over each other's flesh while the warmth from their shower fogged the glass.
Lily sighed into Severus's kiss as he gently pushed her against the hot tile.
When he pulled away at last, the water splashed over his shoulder and onto Lily's chest as they stared into each other's eyes, husband and wife, alpha and omega.
The week prior to the school year resuming had been an interesting one in the Snape household.
Lily had succeeded in her mission of driving Severus mad and had forced him into a full rut with her scent, her smile, and her curves.
Eileen and Harriet looked after Albus and the babies while the amorous couple spent the majority of their time locked in their bedchamber during those few days.
Severus felt relieved that it had happened during a time when he didn't have to teach.
He may very well have been sacked if he hadn't been so fortunate.
It was impossible for him to stay away from Lily.
Even if they weren't making love, which they were more often than naught, Severus was powerless to ignore the gnawing, mind-numbing urge to be near his mate as much as possible.
Wherever Lily sat, he sat next to her.
If Lily lay down, he lay down with her.
If Lily visited the lavatory, he waited outside the door.
As they kissed in the shower that particular evening, Lily giggled as Severus pulled her back into his arms for a tight squeeze.
Slowly, he slipped into his mate as he pressed passionate kisses to her throat and breasts.
Lily wrapped her legs around her husband's waist and pushed her shoulders back against the wall to help him reach a better angle while he rolled his hips.
She stared right at Severus with her mouth open to let her cries escape as he claimed her once more.
Lily's only regret about the timing of her husband's impromptu predicament was that she was not in heat.
The Snapes already had triplets.
If Severus had been rutting and Lily had been in heat, then it would have been impossible to tell how many children Lily would have borne her husband a few months later.
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On the last Saturday before the school year resumed, Severus had sated himself enough on Lily to reunite with the rest of the household.
Eileen came by that morning in case she was still needed and ate breakfast with the family.
Lily fed Oliver and the triplets while Severus looked at his daughter with a deep scowl.
His bout with his heightened alpha instincts hadn't completely finished quite yet.
On top of the urge to mate with Lily and see to her comfort, Severus's rut had also amplified his primal need to protect his children.
He decided that morning as he stared at his daughter that Harriet would be the main recipient of his…….protection.
"Your third year at Hogwarts starts in two days." Severus remarked to his little girl.
"Yes, Dad, it does." Harriet agreed while she ate her breakfast.
"You're certain that you don't need any other supplies? No other new clothes?...Nothing?" Severus asked her.
Lily smiled at the concern that she heard in her lover's voice.
Severus's fierce paternal side made him all the more attractive to her.
"No, I'm certain I don't need anything else." Harriet replied as she shook her head, "You and Mum bought everything I need when we went back to Diagon Alley a few weeks ago, remember?"
"Your subjects will become more challenging this year." Severus nodded at Harriet.
"I know, Dad, I'm ready." Harriet reassured him.
Oliver cooed while Severus furrowed his brow in concern at Harriet and answered, "If you need help with anything, don't hesitate to ask. I am the professor of potions and your mother was the brightest witch of her age during our Hogwarts days. Your grandmother is talented too, she can offer assistance as well."
Harriet nodded.
Eileen smiled at her son.
Lily blushed at her husband's praise as she finished feeding Brendan and Draven.
She glanced up at Severus with a happy grin before he shattered the tender family moment by narrowing his eyes at Harriet and commanding her firmly, "Heed my order from last year…….no boys."
A very awkward silence settled around the table as Eileen tried not to laugh.
Albus blinked in childish innocence while Lily scowled at Severus and the babies babbled softly.
Harriet forced herself not to flush from embarrassment.
Somewhere, in the depths of her heart, she found the courage to question her father as she asked, "...But, Dad?"
"But what?" Severus glared, "You heard me, Harriet, no boys……..My stance on the subject will not change."
"But what about Ron…….?" Harriet asked.
Lily bit her lip to avoid giggling.
Albus eagerly waited to hear how his father would answer his sister's question.
Eileen glanced over at Lily and the two women shared silent smiles of amusement.
Severus scowled at Harriet for a long moment as he thought.
At last, he gave his reply to his daughter, "...Weasley doesn't count."
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Harriet's third year at Hogwarts got off to a lovely start.
Early teenage hormones really began to fly as the students in Harriet's class gathered back at the castle to learn, gossip, and admire each other.
"Is it just me or is everyone a little…….different, this year?" Harriet asked Hermione as they walked together through the courtyard one September afternoon.
"I…….I think it's just the summer holiday." Hermione said as she shrugged her friend's concern aside, "We've all been cooped up, Harriet. You know...it's strange to see everyone again. Give it a week or two and things will feel back to normal."
"Sure." Harriet nodded at Hermione, "You're right."
As the Gryffindor girls walked along, they happened to pass by a small gathering of Slytherin students.
Tom Riddle was among them and as he looked up at Harriet, it seemed to her that his dark eyes had become ten times deeper during those brief summer months.
Tom smiled at her and as she returned it, she struggled not to let her cheeks flush a deep shade of apple red.
Harriet quickly put Tom's influence out of her mind as she and Hermione walked on.
Severus had been firm, no boys.
Harriet cleared her throat as she told her friend, "I wish you and Ron could have come to visit this summer. There's loads of fun that we could have had together."
Hermione looked over at Harriet with a bittersweet smile as she started to reply, "Oh, Harriet, I wish I could have too, but my parents and I-"
"-I know." Harriet shrugged, "I know you went to Australia and I'm glad that you had a good time, I was just thinking."
"Ron would have come." Hermione assured her friend, "If it hadn't been for family matters. I'm sure he mentioned it to you?"
"He did." Harriet nodded, "...And I understand. At least we're all together now."
Hermione smiled and nodded at Harriet before the topic of their conversation turned to their Herbology essay.
That afternoon, during Quidditch practice, on Slytherin's side of the field, Harriet caught her eyes tracing over Draco's shoulders as he flew through the air.
Had they always been that broad?
Had he always sat up that straight and gripped his broom that firmly?
"Snape!" A voice called out, "SNAPE!"
Harriet turned just in time to narrowly avoid a soaring Bludger that whistled past her ears.
"Head out of the clouds, eh?" Oliver Wood called to Harriet with a frown on his face, "Let's have a practice, not a daydream, shall we?"
"Right." Harriet nodded, "Sorry!"
As she zoomed back towards the center of Gryffindor's half of the field, a surprising sting of anger burned in her heart.
Why had Oliver Wood needed to interrupt her?
She had been enjoying her daydream more than her Quidditch practice.
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Tom and Draco had begun their ruthless, silent competition.
While neither of them were stupid enough to challenge Severus by making an open pass at Harriet, they chose to exhibit the defining characteristics of their house and pursue Professor Snape's daughter in whatever covert ways they found possible.
Tom flashed Harriet his charismatic smile at each available turn.
He was careful to take his place as Severus's assistant whenever the potions master would allow.
It was always with arrogant pride that Tom made sure to stare down at Draco on those occasions when he had the great privilege of aiding Professor Snape.
Draco had temporarily lost the battle of trying to charm Harriet's parents, but he had one powerful weapon that Tom did not…..daily, direct communication with Harriet herself.
Harriet and Draco had written to each other in the diary for over a year, yet Draco still failed to realize that every word scribbled into the book strengthened his own enemy.
Instead, he saw the magical diary as a lovely privilege that allowed him to bond with his darling.
Harriet had grown quite fond of her invisible friend.
There was nothing that she would not tell her diary and that warmed Draco's heart every evening after a day filled with her throwing scowls and hurling insults at him after he mocked and antagonized her to keep up his ruse.
As the school year droned on and the third year students continued to mature, Draco discovered just how much Harriet was willing to tell her diary one evening as her pen strokes appeared on the page:
My body is sore.
Draco blinked down at the words.
He feared the worst for his beloved as he wrote back:
Are you ill? Perhaps you should go to the infirmary or seek a healer's advice.
He waited with a scowl until his words vanished and Harriet's answer slowly came across the page:
No, I'm not ill. My mother said this was normal. Some days my entire body aches, some days just my chest. I was struck by a raging ramboshid in Transfiguration class today, which didn't help.
Draco remembered the collision well.
He winced as it caused him pain to imagine his darling hurting, although he couldn't help but ask:
Your chest? Do you think you have a broken rib?
Draco frowned while Harriet's response crept across the page a moment later:
No, my ribs aren't where the pain comes from. It's really in my breasts. I'm still getting used to having them and sometimes they're more of an irritation than they're worth, I think.
Draco's mouth went dry as his grey eyes widened.
He felt ashamed of the excitement that went surging through his body at his beloved's words, but he could hardly help it as he imagined Harriet in bed, covered only by a thin nightgown, all alone with her aching curves.
Draco pondered the ways in which he may be able to help Harriet if he were there with her.
He could crawl in bed beside her and…….
And………..
Draco tried to control his racing heart as he contemplated what to say next.
While he sat in his dormitory and stared down at the torn out diary page, Tom Riddle peered through the keyhole on the door and grinned.
It had taken him a year of searching, but at last, he had found the person responsible for his return.
As Tom straightened his back and walked away, a wicked smirk crossed his lips.
His enemy's own foolishness would surely make his survival possible.